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Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: Jedi Templar (ACCEPTING)

Balus the Guardian

Name: Balus Farthon
Species: Iridonian
Gender: M
Age: 26
Rank: Knight
Lightsaber Forms:

• Form V Shien/Djem So
• Form IV Ataru
• Form II Makashi
• Form I Shii-Cho

Equipment: 2 lightsabers. Both deep blue.

Appearance:

Personality: Balus is often seen as a brute by those outside of the order, for his powerful appearance and silent demeanor. He prefers to act instead of speak, and when he does speak, it is always meaningful. His Saber can cut someone down or protect those whom he loves, but words can shape the galaxy. He prefers to let the force guide his decisions in almost all that he does, letting himself become an instrument of its will. He considers his saber skills and force master as the pinnacle of his ideal self, so you will usually find him in the practice room or at the center of a duel or fight.

Biography: Abandoned at age 6 on Ord Mantell near a Freighter port, a young Jedi by the name of Kavar, later Master Kavar, was pursuing a lead for illegal spice smugglers on the planet when he happened upon the child. The Zabrak seemed to be in trouble with three Rodians who thought they could have some sport with this orphan. Amazingly, Balus seemed to be able to nearly read their movements, though after a few moments he was pistol whipped and knocked to the ground. Kavar stepped in and saved him, taking him back to Curoscant to be trained in the Jedi arts. He grew up quickly, becoming a fierce and ardent fighter, with a calm, collected soul. His Jedi Master was Serkan Beldig, a curious Selkath Master with a jovial sense of humor, teaching the young Balus the art of taking a joke or two. He was killed by bounty hunters on a mission gone wrong on the planet Nar Shaadda, with Balus making it out alive. By age 19 he passed the trials and became a Knight, volunteering to go on mission after mission. He has been within the Temple the past few months, recuperating from a particularly hard fight battling Mandalorians in the outer rim. Unbeknownst to him, they were scouts for the war that has since commenced.

Other:Due to his intense combat training and Iridionian heritage, Balus is a powerful and efficienct fighter, and is not easily swayed from a path he has chosen.
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Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: Jedi Templar (ACCEPTING)

I added Form 1. Thank you my friend @Rethel34

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

@Natsucooldude Well I made sure to add that it could be a time of Renewal too. But AYE. THINGS ARE MOVING.

Star Wars: Bounty Hunters

Sign me up 100% definitely

Allow me to introduce myself.

'I'm a social disease' reminds me more of Shinedown, but still, nice segue and reference. Welcome!

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Ro'kun lay on the lounge couch, flipping through channels. He had one arm out holding the remote, and the other draped over his head. He was comfortable as hell where he was, but there was nothing good on! It's like everything was boring today. Suddenly, he flipped the channel to the news and saw that Red head he had met earlier in the day, and his jaw dropped when he saw her break the fucking sound barrier. "...Jesus."
@Wick

The Lord of the Rings

OK! So now that people are here, you'll get my character soon my friend^^

@Luminosity You do not have to of course, but I'd give a small suggestion on making her older. Elves are still young after a thousand years, in LOTR.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Branimir Déorhidh held his broadsword aloft, stoic and grim faced against the overwhelming foes before him. These creatures not seen in any great numbers for generations. The Gundarogs. Perhaps they had hidden in caverns even further underground than their homes his ancestors had sacked years before. Perhaps they had found a forested home above ground in the dense leaves of Thangor. It mattered little to the warrior Thane. This small boar hunt was to be the last hunt he would go on before his son Wulfric came of age. Now he knew this would be his last hunt in this life. But what Thangor would not want to die this way? To fall upon the blood of his enemies, sword cracked from use and a roar on his lips.

For some reason now, however, he was silent. It was a quiet, inner rage that simmered in his broad chest. The heat of his righteous fury even dulled the two black arrows embedded in his torso. He had only donned light armor this day, but his chain mail hauberk was sturdy iron. Three arrows would be stuck within him if not for the strong iron, leaving the last arrow a mere glancing blow.

His entourage was dead now. Slain in an ambush, and as the Dragon Gods would have it, he was the last still breathing. Three he had cloven and felled, but more were approaching. Apparitions of death within the forest. Out of all of the unknown horrors this wood could produce, it would be a long forgotten foe that was to challenge Branimir. Now his life would end, he told himself. His dark eyes narrowed, and he breathed in through his nostrils. Not without a fight.

In the distance, a wolf howled. "No," he whispered, and smiled grimly. "Not without a fight."
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Ragex the Drabarian stood before the High Thane of all Thangoradrim, Beolfric Dormgrad. Both were dressed ornately. The Drabarian was brown scaled and towered over the tall man, wearing heavy plate armor of Baldr, with a red cape flowing behind him. In truth, they were both old friends from Beolfric's youth. The High Thane, whom other nations would most likely refer to as King, stood tall and powerful, despite the years that had turned a bit of hair grey. He wore a long coat of bear hide with his casual leather armor of fine make, his bronze crown atop Beolfric's golden head. Today would not be like the casual meetings that he and the Drabarian representative often had. Today was the day of judgement.

"So...after three centuries, it comes?" Beolfric asked his trusted friend. The huge Dragon warrior nodded, massive scaled arms crossed before his trunk-like chest. "It does, old friend. The Druids, and our Doomsayers, have all begun to agree. It is the time of war. The time of return." In the corner, next to the lit brazier, was Fenrir, Beolfric's Storm Wolf. He lay curled, lazing by the fire as the meeting commenced. As large as a draft horse and covered in violet fur, he'd been Beolfric's companion and mount for nearly three decades, and only now was he beginning to show a bit of grey, just as his master. As the talk of the End Times began, he lifted his big head, ears up attentatively. He yawned, large jaws opening up. The other two payed him no heed, other than a brief smile from the High Thane.

"It seems to have come at the right time. Dark have my been my dreams, of late." Beolfric said, sitting down upon his throne. "We have sent ships north to this forbidden Kingdom of the dead, as well as to distant lands we know of. Raids upon our home have become more frequent. Our Druids have told of dark whispers in the forest. A long forgotten enemy returning. And if Felgenhalst truly returns soon..." he could not quite finish the thought. He had hoped that trade would commence soon with new nations. Perhaps bring prosperity to his people. Perhaps some of the Druids like Valya were correct, and the End of Time was merely a new beginning for his people? Still, he let his words linger. Ragex let out a large breath, a sound like an engine revving. "We will face these times with bravery and strength, my friend. And to help you in leading your people, I have a gift from the Three Mountains."

Reaching into his pack, he produced something long wrapped in cloth. Beolfric looked to his old friend, and then to the item in his clawed hands. He held out his own hands, awaiting it. Ragex unwound the cloth to reveal a Great sword made of Baldr, WROUGHT with incredible craftsmanship, with a wyrdwood and bronze hilt. "I present you with Ekrundir, High Thane." Ragex spoke, formally.

"Ekrundir" Beolfric breathed. The word was from his old tongue. It meant 'Venerable Dragon.' He gripped the hilt, and held the weapon aloft, admiring the supreme craftsmanship. New strength began to flow into his old bones, and he suddenly could not help but stand up. Blue eyes held upon the blade for many moments, before he spoke again. "Thank you, old friend. With this sword, I will lead our people into the undoing of the world."

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

@Vahir My guy might be able to help a small amount...maybe...probably not...much?

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I feel like I need to make a punk of some kind.