Ruby

Name Change Request

I humbly request to adopt the username of Sheepy.

[@Sheepy]

Done.

[Approved] Zhâlu Jenal

<Snipped quote by Ruby>

I honestly wasn't sure what all to put into the interview since it says to go from their most recent achievement. I can do either or, whichever works better. Just my concern with the Padawan swap is that he was a Knight equivalent with the Sith, so he'd already had a LOT of more advanced training. So it would just feel weird writing Padawan in rank, but Knight in skill. More of a personal issue than anything.

@Zarkun

Why? If he's a Padawan it's because he hasn't yet reached the rank of Jedi Knight. It's not based on Force skill alone. To echo myself from Discord.

I'd say either re-work the Interview to include the story of going from Empire to Order, and all that entails, or simply start making plans to RP it out and write an interview that showcases the mind of an Apprentice that's about to bolt from the Empire.

[Approved] Zhâlu Jenal

So, this whole sheet has been a long time in the works, but I am willing to work on it. Unfortunately, some of his stats will not have a clear explanation without some back story, but the interview didn't seem the right place to put that. Anyways, here he is!

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OoC

How long do you usually write?
One paragraph or less
One to two paragraphs
Several paragraphs
All of the above, depending on the meat from the previous post.
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.? Immensely, though in combat I will sometimes get a touch overzealous and land blows I shouldn’t. I try to reign that in.
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Indeed, though grammar is above all. Depth of writing means nothing if I can read your first sentence and cringe every other word.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
Not specific ones. I write to enjoy writing, even though I don’t always write a lot.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Not off the top of my head, but I’m sure it’ll come though.
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Nothing so long as I can have some foreshadowing and/or warning from the perpetrator. Surprises can be fun too, but no “SURPRISE! You’re dead” please.
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
Jedi Master, savior of...someone, maybe a fellow Pureblood, we’ll see how things pan out. A Battlemaster or Exotic Weapons Specialist would be good as well, though, which is up in the air.

Jedi Temple Public Records

Name: Zhâlu Jenal
Species: Sith Pureblood
Homeworld: Dromund Kaas
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Rank: Knight
Master: None
Former master(s): Jedi Master Terrance Endarn
Apprentice(s): None for now

Jedi Temple Internal Records

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Standing at 2 meters tall with broad shoulders and well defined muscle, Zhâlu has deep crimson hued skin with glowing orange eyes, dark red hair and a single scar crossing his right eye. He bears many prominent features of the Sith Pureblood, most prominently his slightly ridged eyebrows and chin tentacles as well as the slight claws for fingernails. However, the humanity in him shows most in his hands, being five fingered instead of three.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill level.}

While trained in a number of Dark Side techniques to great skill, including Force Choke and Lightning, he has both been forbidden from using them by the Council and forbidden himself from using them, as it would detract from his journey as a member of the Jedi Order. Skills that pertain to his position as a Jedi Knight are as follows:

• Force Sight (Basic)-Advanced
• Tutaminis(Intermediate)-Intermediate
• Force Sense-Advanced
• Precognition-Advanced
• Mind Trick-Basic
• Force Speed-Advanced, Trained Talent
• Force Jump-Advanced, Trained Talent
• Telekinesis-Advanced
• Force Throw-Advanced
• Force Healing-Basic
• Animal Friendship-Intermediate
• Force Bellow-Advanced, linked to Force Scream(Note: If he isn’t careful about the situation, this can slip into a Scream against his will.)
• Droid Disable-Intermediate
• Force Stun-Basic
• Force Stasis-Basic
• Malacia-Intermediate

_{Report on skills not directly rooted in the Force, including level of skill}

During his time in the Sith Academy on Dromund Kaas and Korriban, Zhâlu was put through trials of survival, often left with little more than the clothes on his back, his training blade, and the power of the Force. The predators of these worlds are dangerous and the flora not much less so. Simply put, survival in the wilderness became second nature for the young Pureblood and he can identify most edible plants on sight alone.

He’s also learned how to cook these items, though most of his peers in both Jedi and Sith order would say the dishes could be better, but still aren’t bad.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and lightsaber training}

It is clear that during his time as a Sith, his training was focused on Juyo and how to use it with his choice of a saberstaff over one or two single bladed weapons. This training has continued within the Order, but it had been noticed that he’s begun forming his own off-shoot of the form, combining the use of both sides of the staff and only one, while also incorporating Jar’Kai movements as well. He was able to provide records of battles he partook in prior to the Sacking of Coruscant and prior to his joining the Jedi Order, showing his skill in lightsaber combat against fellow lightsaber wielders.

_{Detailed notes on political influence and associates.}

Having switched sides, his only political influence anywhere is incredibly negative, as most Jedi and Republic Troopers believe that most of what he says is a lie.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies, outside and within the Order and Republic.}

None, unless you count the Masters and Knights who spoke out against his joining the Order. Darth Braxis, his former Master before his defection to the Jedi Order and the Republic, has sworn a bloody death upon his former apprentice and all who support him.

_{List and description of other known associates, including intimates.}

None

_{List of all known ownerships, including vessels, (non-standard) equipment, and locations.}

S-12 Blackbolt (Impounded), NovaDive(currently in a hangar on Tython’s surface), Double-bladed Lightsaber with twin blue blades with white cores, Jedi armored robe and spare clothes(stored in his fighter)

_{Psychological evaluation of Jedi Order member.}

Despite his previous affiliation with the Sith Empire and his natural disposition to the Dark Side due to his being a Sith Pureblood, Zhâlu is shown to keep his emotional state in check and resists the temptation to use the dark powers he was taught by his Sith teachers. Regardless, despite his standing with the Order as a Knight for several years, he is known to let emotions affect some of his decisions if they are strong enough.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. Access Restricted.}

Known Flaws

• Emotional-Despite a strong sense of morality and claiming true loyalty to the new life he has chosen, he has emotional outbursts that stem from his nature as a Pureblood.
• Aggressive-Reprieve for friend and foe is unlikely when he takes the field and he often becomes overly aggressive during combat and training as well.
• Torn-While he has greatly enjoyed his time with the Jedi, he is still a Sith Pureblood who’s species is slowly dying out. That knowledge alone often haunts him at the worst times.

Suspected

• Driven by Anger-With so many Jedi so strongly against his joining the Order, some Masters suspect that he allows his anger to help him focus, anger at the mistrust placed on him even after purifying his lightsaber crystal
• Lustful-Knights and Masters have seen him give members of the Order of opposite gender strange looks and suspect he may be lusting after them, despite the Jedi Code.
• Self-Doubting-Despite all his other suspected flaws, a choice few members of both the Order and the Jedi High Council suspect that he doubts his ability to stay true to the path of the Jedi because of who he is.

_{known interests of the force-user.}

Has shown great interest in expanding his knowledge of the Light Side of the Force, specifically healing.

_{Notes on skillset specialization, if applicable.}

Note from Battlemaster Theresa Tersil

I write this report after watching the Pureblood train for a few days. He possesses many of the skills necessary to become a Battlemaster and, given time and training, could learn those he’s missing. His only failing is his temper, but I trust that will get better with time.

_{Major achievements on record.}

Purification of a tainted Kyber Crystal
Helped detain a rogue Sith Lord during a scouting mission in which his unit was discovered.
Named a Jedi Knight after passing the Trials and proving his loyalty and adherence to the Jedi and their Code.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

Lashed out against Jedi Master Terin Kern in frustration, severing his hand.
Struck out in anger against a Padawan who persisted in trying to draw a reaction from him.
Failed the Knight Trials twice.

Interview

<sub>”I understand that many members of the Order have...reservations about my becoming a Knight. Many feel that my purified crystal was taken from another Jedi I’d killed, even though two members of the High Council and a Jedi Shadow observed me as I purified it.

I suppose joining the Order two months before the Sacking didn’t help my credibility any, but I wasn’t even near Coruscant when it occurred, nor was I allowed on the capital world leading up to the attack. Still, it’s incredibly frustrating and twice my request to be given a Padawan has been denied. Once on the grounds that I wasn’t ready, and the second time because the master handling the request simply did not want me “poisoning a young mind,” as she put it. I have poured all I am into proving I am a Jedi, but it still is not enough.” A sigh can be heard. “Perhaps it never will be, but I will never stop trying to prove I am. What the Empire is doing is wrong, and I refuse to let them keep doing it, whatever that may take.”</sub>

@Zarkun

You've reached out to the GMs a few times regarding the idea, and Sith Pureblood Jedi is cool, but you'll have to earn it. We'll need a more robust Interview for him. You need to tell us the story of why and how he became a Jedi. I'd, personally (and as PW admin & PC Jedi Grand Master), rather you PLAY OUT that story than jump into it. If he's already at Knight...he's already lived that story. That seems bad. I'm not sure the GM team wants the first Sith Pureblood Jedi to SKIP the best part of that story and include it in briefly glanced upon back story, they'd much prefer it either gets played out or that the backstory for it is really written out.

If any of that makes sense?

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

Officially dropping.

[Withdrawn] Mylar LuSan, Inquisitor of Esoteric Philosophy

Let's not make things personal with the PW Mods, please.

As far as I can tell two other GMs seem to have issues with the sheet (Ellri and SE), this doesn't seem to be Sini specific.

Perhaps you'd like to PM/DM me and talk about it @LegionPothIX?

If not consider the sheet denied and let's all agree to move on.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for not having a better reason. I blame the economy.

@Shadow Dragon

Appeal ban to myself. Ban overturned. Banned for banning me.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for being a spambot!

@Shadow Dragon

Banned. Because I can.

This is me blossoming to RPG.

Hello everyone!

I am new here, obviously but not entirely new to the artistic stylings of roleplay itself. I've been writing for approximately 12+ years and just like everyone else, I am not close to perfect and still make minimal mistakes within my writing. I'm no Grammar Nazi whatsoever. But anywho, I've dabbled in many, many genres and types of stories within my forum days so nothing surprises me anymore.

So, hit with your best shot and we'll become the best of friends, which I hope to make here. 🙂

PS. I am a homosexual male despite my girly profile. Just a theme I thought of at the last minute.

@Flower

Welcome to the Guild!

I'm a girl and I love the theme, so I don't mind at all.

Ara Ara~♥

Hi there.

I'm actually not good at the whole me talk thing, so I'm just gonna say that I'm happy to be here, and if you've any questions about me, I'll do my best to answer.

Love and Kisses~♥

@BT Oneesan

Welcome to the Guild!

[ASOIAF]: Before the Dragons Danced

Lizzie Grafton never said a word. She never had to; her big brown eyes were reddish auburn in the bright sunlit glow streaming in from the open windows. Alyssa felt as if she could see every thought and emotion in her friend based purely on the inflection of light in her eyes and the subtle changes in facial expression throughout the procession of guests to the meal being served. It was just supposed to be a quick thing. Informal, even, and then Lady Myriah heard about it. The moment Lady Myriah heard about it the event was blown up and apart. Instead of happenning at a reasonable location like, say, Stone or Snow, the elder matriarch of House Waxley suggested it be held at the Eyrie.

The very nature of the place compared to stone halls like Snow and Stone.

Alyssa wasn't telling Lady Myriah no over something so small and simple. Myranda's lady mother would get what she wanted, and Alyssa would tell herself that it was for the best: Lady Myriah was probably right anyway. That or she was trying to fuck Uncle Emmon. But was she trying to get him for the first time? For the latest time? That was where her mind was as she waited. Behind her came the voice she knew wouldn't be far behind.

It was the sweet tone of Lady Myranda Waxley. "Why are you staring? Is my mother being weird with your Lord Emmon again?" Alyssa turned and smiled at Myranda, the girl was all dark features and darker long wavy hair. Her skin was smooth, darker than Lizzie's but only because it was just now spring. The Graftons typically got darker toned, whereas Alyssa was secure in her milk white skin that was going to sky milk head. Unless she burned it. Then it would get pink and angry and peel.

"I'm observing Myri."

Ah, she saw Myranda remember the idea. That's what you do when you're doing that smarter than the Maesters thing you do. Was how Myranda had put it earlier, and it wasn't a completely bad way to try to explain it, especially if you were looking for simplicity. No; Lady Myranda Waxley wasn't a bookish young lady, but she was pretty, boys and men alike just stared at her chest, she was sweet, and she tried really hard.

She was also an amazing friend.

Lizzie chuckled but kept her eyes on the procession. "He's here."

"How's he look?" Alyssa couldn't risk a dramatic turn of her head and attention. Not in front of so many eyes.

Lady Eliza Grafton was her cousin, and maybe closest friend. They didn't have all the same interests, and Lizzie had never been quite as good at numbers and angles as Alyssa was, but they had received very similar educations. They had spent most of their days together since their earliest days. Lizzie wasn't dumb. She wasn't slow. And she knew what to look for, "He looks like he just saw an army he didn't know existed down below the Eyrie on his way up."

"Just how we like our visitors."

Her smile increased, but it wasn't just at the news of Lord Strong's appearance. She smiled at Ser Ronnel from across the grand hall of the Eyrie. He looked unsettled, like he'd rather be on the march. The room smelled of lavender and sage, every candle in the hall was a scented candle, one of the two scents. The garden keepers of the Eyrie had yet to move out several small trees and other larger plants from storing them inside the Eyrie walls during the worst of winter. They had simply removed the linens over them and lined the walls with them. Candles and green plants and the light shimmering off the famed marble of the Eyrie.

A small three minstrel group played quietly, tucked away. The tables were already dressed and awaiting the first course, although wine was already flowing. Myranda had her cup, Alyssa sipped on some, Lizzie had half a cup. All three of them slowly made their way to the raised dais where Lord Emmon was seated with Lady Myriah. Lord Waxley was still at Wickenden. Alyssa took her seat in the center, Lord Emmon to her right, to her left Ladies Eliza and Myranda.

To her immediate left, however, was the open chair and the young Lord behind it. His twisted leg, his pained smile. Larys Strong was already looking road worn but lordly as the Gods would allow him, Seven bless him. "A seat of honor and a standing army guarding the door: Lady Arryn everything they've said about you is ignorance."

Somehow nervous tension got turned into...charm? It was hedge magic, a trick of some kind, or Larys Strong was much smarter than anyone had given him credit before. The bait laid before Alyssa proved too tempting. "Oh?" Up went her voice, curiousity getting the better of her, or at least she was playing at it. Her humor was always so dry, her persona so distant, it was infinitely difficult to tell with Alyssa Arryn.

Part of that was just self defense.

"You're a girl, a sweet one, maybe even a smart one, but still just a young girl."

Alyssa Arryn's sky blue eyes rolled over the marble hall in it's glowing, scented, warmth as the first round of dishes began to roll in: the lemon cakes frosted in sugar, berries and sweet cream, the sweetbreads--all personal favorites among some of the other dishes like the snails in honey and garlic, the chickens, although the salad did look good from where she was sitting...her focus went from that to her wine cup, to her lips on the cup, to the drink, to placing the cup back.

Staying in every moment allowed the thoughts to clear. Better to return to such words as Larys had relayed after a moment than to react to them fresh. "At least they think I'm sweet..." The corners of her pale pink lips curled, brilliant blue eyes glimmered in amusement. She wasn't about to tell him what she really thought about it, but mainly because she had others things in mind. The same things he had in mind now, she figured, as he finally took his seat.

"Odd guest of honor, a cripple younger child who works as a confessor of all things for a Targaryen King."

The reaction from Alyssa was literally instant, "We have no issue with our Targaryen king." The lie came so easy, so fast, there was no thinking involved or hesitation needed.

"You have an army gathered for some purpose, Lady Arryn, and while I was initially just disappointed I wouldn't get a chance to meet the Lioness herself I now must admit I find myself just as curious to ask you why it is you have an army that looks very active and very ready to march. Could this have anything to do with--"

"--oops." The voice of Lizzie Grafton followed the ice cold water spilled in his direction. Larys' twisted foot wouldn't allow a quick escape, leaving him only the fate of getting drenched. Except in that last moment, when the perfurmed Lady Arryn in the blue silk dress that prehaps fit a little too well for a woman unwed and still so young if already a woman grown came reaching across with a rag snatched from a nearby servant.

The servant, Delia, was a mother of two and worked hard or harder than any other servant that Alyssa knew. Of course Delia had been there in that very moment with that very rag. Even if the rag smelled a little like spilled beer it still soaked up the cold water quickly. Alyssa and Lizzie shared a long, hard, look before Alyssa offered Larys a polite little smile and a sweeter tone to match. Neither had missed the way the young Clubfoot, nearly the very same age as her, had looked his way up down Alyssa's body as she leaned over to help him.

Very curious.

"Justice, Lord Strong. I'm going to bring justice to those who were part of the conspiracy to kill my parents and then cover it up. Using information that you gave me. Information I hope that you can continue to provide me. As for the Lady Celena Lannister..." Alyssa's face changed. Her features hardened, but her smile only extended. It was a dangerous, sharp, tone she found herself speaking with. "Play along nicely and you will get your chance to mingle with the lioness, much as you may come to regret it, Lord Strong."

After the lemon cakes and berries with sweet cream Alyssa found an excuse to get up, slipping behind her uncle, and stealing her moment to whisper in his ear from behind, "Lord Larys will not interfere. We move in the morning for Darry. We'll tell Lord Larys along the way and see what he has, by then hopefully Lady Celena returns from King's Landing, or at least sends word."

A quick touch on the back of his shoulder and she was gone, rounding off the dais and bumping with a half silk covered and half exposed shoulder into the the old knight Ronnel who was still trying to hold up the marble wall. "Go sit down, we leave in the morning," words accompanied by big blue eyes with dark fluttering lashes and a smile that was genuinely sweet as it was over the type mockery of sweetness. It was a passing assault, anyway, as she went towards the tables to begin the rounds of speaking to who she needed to speak to while Myranda and Lizzie snuck off.