Sep

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oh whoops, apparently I am blind. fixed/tacked onto the end.

@DracoLunaris

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Leonne "Loony Leo" Hist

Name: Leonne Hast
Species:Human
Age:36
Appearance:
Force Sensitive: N
Skills: Jedi Hunting, highly trained sniper, expert trapper/tracker, trained soldier, and explosives expert.
Abilities: N/a
Weaknesses: Quick to anger/fragile self esteem just about anything will set him off, Knows nothing of diplomacy or using his words he couldn't convince anyone to do anything much less listen to him, downright suicidal uses himself as bait, throws himself into the thick of fighting even crazy enough to get close to jedi.
Motivation: Credits, and fame. To be one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy.
History: Leonne was born to a family who used him to pay a debt to pay back a gang boss who had turf on some of Coruscant's lower levels. Growing up into a life of crime, and murder wasn't much of a life for a young boy who started selling deathsticks, his main customer being some spiced out Twi'lek who tried to serve the boy alimony papers even though he was much too young to pay alimony. When he was old enough to hold a blaster he was used as fodder. Yet either due to luck, or some hidden skill he survived each encounter with his bosses enemies. It wasn't until his teenage years that things changed the gang had grown so large, and the boss had grown more ambitious that he didn't even notice or care about the internal strife among his own lieutenants, or the blatant favoritism some of them received.

That all changed when it turned into actual bloodshed, the boss found himself on the receiving end of a blaster pistol from one of his trusted advisers, and the gang fell into strife. It split into many factions, and subgroups which quickly began to blame one another for the bosses death. Fighting for territory soon came after and Leonne soon found himself in the thick of it once more. But even that changed, and the young gangster found love as the clone wars began. It started slow at first, he didn't even know the woman's name. But through determination, and willpower he found out her name was Lynessa. And the two began to spend more time together. Now fully invested in his relationship with Lynessa. Leonne sought a way to leave his gang behind, his boss seemingly let him leave giving him his good graces as he went.

For the first time in a long time the young man found an honest trade as a janitor for some of the higher leveled skyscrapers. Cleaning trash was no different from murdering the trash of Coruscant's lower levels. A year passed with Lynessa and the two were expected to have a child. But Leonne should of known he couldn't stay away from everything, that your past eventually finds you. His old boss had spent that entire time seething that he lost one of his trusted soldiers so he sent his gangsters after the young couple. Returning home from work one day he found his love brutalized, murdered, and he was ambushed by men he once fought with. The fight was intense, and by the skin of his teeth he managed to kill them, and go into hiding to lick his wounds. Using old contacts who didn't shun him in the underworld he managed to secure more weapons, explosives, and a safe house. From there he planned revenge against the old gang he used to fight with.

He started by killing the gangs lieutenants, and sergeants. Either by trapping them in their own homes and setting off explosives, or just assassinating them from a distance with a rifle. With his old boss growing more, and more paranoid with each passing death he eventually locked himself away trying to escape the mystery man who was murdering those closest to him in his organization. For Leonne this just set his plan into motion. Through bribery of the mans own guards, or intimidation he managed to gain entrance to his estate, and place a shaped explosive charge into the cushion of his old bosses chair. There he confronted the man who had killed his love, and his unborn child. Letting him know if that he ever stood that the charge would blast his ass straight through his head. From there he didn't care what happened, and left the man to his fate. He took the credits he managed steal, or horde. And bought passage off planet to join the bounty hunters guild. From there the man depressed, and damn near suicidal took the hardest jobs that they could throw at him. Sometimes working for the Separatists in the thick of the clone wars, The Republic, or just taking independent contracts. Whichever paid the most.

It wasn't long however before the Jedi purge began, and thus the downfall of The Republic. Contracts for any Jedi began to come in, and the man who had since earned his nickname "Loony Leonne" From the downright way he through himself into the thick of the fighting. His first Jedi was little more than a padawan not much of a fight. He managed to trick the padawan into chasing him straight into a ring of sonic mines. Using noise dampeners he was immune, the jedi wasn't so lucky, disoriented the jedi was an easy kill. A quick, and clean shot to the back of the head was his end. Even though it was just a padawan word spread that he had managed to kill a Jedi and he earned himself a little respect. Enough so that The Empire gave him his next contract. Hunt down, and kill a Jedi knight who managed to escape capture. He proved to be tougher quarry chasing the knight from planet to planet. Following old leads, and hearsay as he went. It took months before he managed to corner his quarry on some backwater planet, and managed to catch him by surprise with his rifle. The knight probably didn't even know he was hit.

After he collected his reward, he decided to travel around a bit. Not taking any contracts, and just enjoying the outer rims finest bars, and seediest establishments. It was here where one of his contacts within the guild spoke of Maldra. The Imperials were making themselves known on the planet, and the seedy planet was the perfect place for one to probably settle with a little bit of law, and order. Perhaps make an honest trade for him. So he gathered all of his credits, and went to the planet to start a new life, a new home.

@Enalais

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Name: Tavick Morn
Species: Human - Abefar
Age: 35
Force Sensitive: Y
Skills:

• Quick Draw - Tavick is a dab hand at using his twin DL-44 Pistols. Mid/Close Range blaster pistols make him a formidable foe.
• Tracking - Even before he learned how to track using the Force Tavick became renown for his skills as a tracker and a hunter.
• Pilot - Despite not sitting in a cockpit in a very long time, Tavick started his career as a pilot. He had considerable skill for a time, but is out of practice.
• Survival Training - Tavick can craft/cook whatever he needs to survive and if necessary live an entirely self reliant existence.

Abilities:

• Force Track - Tavick can track his prey across all kinds of terrain. Where the eyes of others fail, Tavick can use the Force to guide him.
• Hibernation Trance - Tavick can alter his bodies metabolic rates, allowing him to go for long periods of time without sustenance.
• Plant Surge - Tavick can imbue plant life with energy allowing it to grow at rapid rates. During which time he can help shape it's structure.
• Animal Friendship - Tavick can use the Force to easily connect with living creatures, bonding with beasts that often take beast masters years of work to break.

Weaknesses:

• Rusty - Tavick has spent the last fifteen years living with the Sijin, rather than typical Maldra society. This leaves him out of the loop on major galactic occurences, the state of Maldra as a whole.
• Left Knee - The Crash that brought Tavick to this world has left him with psychological trauma, as well as physical. His left knee often causes him pain and issues.

Motivation: Tavick longs to return to the Sijin, after being cast out from them with a job of his own. He doesn't know it but this relates to the Empire.
History: Tavick was born on the dirt ball that is Abafar. A planet trapped behind a chaotic comet storm. Raised a hardy life by a couple of ex-cons and smugglers Tavick had to learn the rule of the draw pretty early on in life. His parents owning a small cloud-hopper taught him how to fly early on, how to draw a gun. Life was relatively simple on their backwater world. The Separatist Crisis brought little change to Abafar, some people balked and complained more than usual however that was nothing to be concerned about. Tavick was growing into a young man during this period of time, he had moved out from home and was working in the Star Port. Typically unloading frieght, he was on the fast track to becoming harbormaster when a blast from the past came into town.

The Pirate Lord Ozai, whom his parents had ran away from on their last job came into town. Noting the resemblence between Tavick and his father he approached Tavick as a friend, decieving him into disclosing the location of his family. His parents wound out dead, Tavick on the run. Fleeing Abafar in a stolen starship, crashing into a comet and jumping into hyperspace with nothing akin to a heading. The ship crashed on Maldra a week later, deep within Sijin territory. Tavick wasn't entirely sure how he got there.

Revived by Sijin Shamans Tavick was initially a recluse, as well as an outcast. He barely ate, or drank, above the bare minimum to what he needed to survive. Despite this one of the Sijin Wayfinders saw something within him. Took Tavick hunting every day, taught him the way of the Sijin people. Over time Tavick came to accept these teachings, being trained in the ways of the Wayfinders and Beast Masters of the Sijin. Not every Sijin tribesman has the gift to access the Ashla but those that do are revered. More recently Shamans have sensed a rise in the Bogan, as well as the breaking of treaties among the Sijin and those that share the planet with them. Fearing the worst, they sent out Tavick back into the greater world to discover the source of this infection that threatens the planet. Hopefully to come about some form of peace. The very first thing to happen, was some Twi'lek approached him attempting to serve alimony papers, which was when Tavick realised this was a strange world indeed, but not unlike his original home.

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@Sep Should I post my sheet in the Characters page, or wait for you and @Zarkun to get yours in there first?

@Athol

No you can throw it up. I've claimed the 0th post.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

@Master Bruce I'm likely late but I've finally got plenty of free time to write tomorrow, got the inclings of my muse back and by god I'm going to write.

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Nomi Laatl

Name: Nomi Laatl

Species: Yapi

Age: 26

Height: 2.45 m/8 feet

Appearance

Force Sensitive: Y, Fallanassi Force Adept

Skills: Knows Basic, High Galactic, Mando'a, Shyriiwook, and Thykarann. Can speak Shyriiwook and Thykarann clearly but with a bit of an accent. Extremely good cook. Martial training from a Mandalorian warrior.

Abilities:
Yapi abilities: Keen sense of smell and hearing as well as sight, Natural weapons of bite and claws (can be imbued with Force), can eat just about anything that could feasibly provide sustenance, increased water retention ability
Force Abilities: Force Weapon, Force immersion (Fallanassi Force Invisibility), Doppelganger (Fallanassi variant), Force Jump, Force Dash, Mirror Illusion (Fallanassi specific), Sound Mimicry, Force Sight, Mind Trick
Other Abilities: Thought Shield

Weaknesses:
DNA Damage: Induced by a designer virus called CDV-312, she is now infertile, has episodes of sleep paralysis, and altered, giant body structure that causes persistent minor pain.

Motivation: She is motivated to create a haven for anyone who wishes to oppose the Empire. She wants to see the Empire suffer for their actions against her friends and family. Nomi also teaches anyone about the White Current if they are interested, focusing heavily upon its teachings about authority being an illusion and all needing to follow their desires.

History: Nomi's particular subspecies of Yapi came from extended generations on a desert planet in a neighboring sector to Maldra. Her kind were long before exiled from their home due to tribal conflict, leading to adaptations to be more efficient in the desert. This caused a more bronze fur color and better water retention ability. In addition, their stomachs developed to be able to eat just about anything with nutritional value, whether plant or animal, decaying or fresh. With these adaptations over time, the culture developed and thrived to be focused upon independent individuals helping one another rather than a tribal structure. This came about mostly due to each adult finding and overseeing their own area to hunt and forage as a means to reduce resource strain.

The Empire eventually found the planet's inhabitants, seeing them as subhuman primitives. As such, they made a designer virus, named CDV-312, to try and eradicate the population. The virus, rushed by higher ups, went into use too early and did not kill everyone. The fatality rate stayed at around 60%, thus leaving 30% of the population infertile, with all having damaged DNA, and often physically altered. Of that 40% remaining, nearly a quarter suffered a form of atavism, causing them to become nonsentient and aggressive. Nomi, 10 at the time, was part of the lucky few that kept sapient and alive. She suffered the infertility and DNA damage, causing her to suffer a form of gigantism and sleep paralysis. Her body was always in some minor pain. A passing ship stopped at their city for supplies, seeing the horrors of what had happened. Nomi lost her parents, so a couple adopted her and cared for her. This couple knew she had Force Sensitivity and let the newcomers know. A Fallanassi on the ship decided to take Nomi with her to teach their ways. Thus, Nomi spent the next 14 years off her homeworld, learning about the Fallanassi way of life.

She thrived in the group, their independent streak working very well with her natural inclinations for independent yet social action. However, by the age of 24, she could not keep a pacifist. Her distaste of the Imperials led her to leave her Fallanassi allies and seek out a planet suitable to find allies. Maldra was close enough and fit the bill. For the past two years, she has spent her time learning languages to help her find others that might hate the Imperials. She currently lives alone in a desert cave protected by permanent illusions meant to emulate the Sijin legends, causing most to not bother her. In this two year span, she has saved the life of a Mandalorian woman, earning her hefty martial training and a contact within the Mandalorian Enclave.

@Lotrix Molick

Review

1) Why did the Empire try and wipe them out? In contrary to enslave? Why were they worth creating a virus over?
2) This is still during the reign of the Imperial Senate, why were survivors allowed off planet? Why were passing ships allowed to land?
3) Why did they pick up a plague carrier?
4) How did they know she was Force Sensitive?
5) What was a Fallansi doing on the ship?
6) The Empire wiped you out, then you spent fourteen years doing things... Palpatine established the New Order five years ago.
7) The problem with causing a major force disturbance continually such as illusions, is that it draws attention.
8) I'm going to leave the Mandalorian stuff up to @Zarkun
9) Re-read the OP.

Aranea

Name: Aranea (assumed name)
Species: Harch
Age: 35

appearance

Force Sensitive: N
Skills:
Hexweilding: using her size, strength and many arms Aranea can use up to 6 modified E-5 blaster rifles simultaneously. Not that she can actually aim all of them at targets simultaneously however, so the volume is primarily for intimidation, volume of fire and cycle fire used to deal with the fact that the overheating blasters were not meant for use by biologically fighters.
Engineering: University educated and with several years of experience maintaining the cis war machine Aranea is an expert mechanic and tinkerer specialised in droids and weaponry.
Basic piloting skills: While she won’t be winning any dog fights Aranea knows the basic ins and outs of a flying spaceship and can get you from A. to B. relatively smoothly.
Abilities:
Herch Physiology: Herch are larger than most humans, standing around 1.7 M tall, have tough exoskeletons covered in thick fur, 6 arms, 6 eyes and sharp teeth, making them a species you really don't want to get in a fist fight with.
Weaknesses:
Fugitive under a false identity: Aranea’s many escapades during the clone wars and after have resulted in a warrant being out for her arrest, or rather a warrant out for the arrest of her former persona. When she fled to Maldra she left her former name and history behind, or so she had hoped. Now that the empire is here she has to hope that her bleached fur, new name, falsified papers and the empire’s xenophobia will stop anyone checking to see if she is on a list.
Heat: we are in a desert and Aranea is covered in fur. This has the expected consequences.
Motivation:
Short term, keeping her head down and avoiding imperial custody
Long Term: Escape/Overthrow the empire
History:

Born in an unremarcable brood on her species’ homeworld of Secundus Ando, Aranea was once upon a time a engineering student who became enraptured with the independence movements that erupted in many of the parts of the galaxy dissatisfied with the Republic due to the speeches of Count Dooku. As a result she partook in numerous demonstrations and clashes with republic law enforcement before the eruption of the clone wars. When the war did break out the last vestiges of the republic presence on the planet were driven out by Aranea‘s ilk, aided by the arrival of part of the CIS droid army. With her planate free and the fighting now mostly taken over Droids Aranea joined the Confederacy military to put her technical education to use, helping maintain the vast mechanical armies as they did battle through the surrounding sector, very rarely getting involved in the fighting directly.

Aranea’s greatest contribution to the cause was not in the clone wars themselves however, but in the subsequent Noolian Crisis that took place 18 BBY. The fall of the Separatist Alliance and the remote deactivation of their droid armies did little to dissuade many from continuing the fight for independence as many of the original rebels again took up arms. Aranea, along with many other Harch joined with Aqualish forces to adopt a guerrilla strategy in the southern regions of the Slice they called home. They began by raiding Imperial supply chains and medical centers to acquire supplies that could not be salvaged from the now mostly defunct droid army. Attempts were made to reactivate droids where possible, particularly the more dangerous units like Droidekas, but the expendable nature of most of the CIS army made this an inefficient time investment in most cases so most of the fighting was done by flesh and blood rebels. After more funding and arms came into their hands they began to take territory, capturing the worlds of Nooli and Galboron, among others, and even began to push into the outskirts of Bothan Space. During this conflict Aranea showed herself to be a ferocious fighter and her band of raiders, the razer fangs, where augmented by her personally salvaged/upgraded of CIS equipment and droids and as a result where a formidable part of the rebel's forces, performing daring raids and cunning surgical strikes that left the empire’s forces in disarray.

This all came to an end however at the Battle of Galboron however, where the Separatist forces were soundly defeated by Imperial forces lead by Captain Par Lankin. Aranea was one of the few who escaped death or capture, fleeing along with a handful of survivors on a raider vessel. Left without a cause or a home the Herch woman wandered the stars till she eventually wound up on on Maldra, a supposed haven for her rebellious kind. Here she attempted to make a new life for herself away from the Empire, putting her mechanical knowledge to use wherever she could inorder to make a living, her revolutionary spirit having been beaten out of her by the successive failures and the loss of so many comrades. But the past as a way of catching up with you or so it seems, and now that the Empire is here she fears it is only a matter of time till someone discovers who she was before she came to Maldra and she is arrested. This has left her, and those like her, with 3 long term options. Flee to the stars, disappear into the desert or die in a glorious last stand. As of this moment the Harch is currently still carefully weighing up her options as she tries to remain as unsuspicious as possible to the increasingly pervasive imperial presence.

@DracoLunaris

Only one issue with your sheet, re-read the OP.

Also to everyone, if I post a Gif in relation to your sheet and there is not a hider/text below it detailing issues with your sheet. Then consider yoruself accepted.

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I know I said my sheet would he up by now but works been caraaaazy. I got time tonight sorted for it.

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I think the idea is that, at least in Haven, when the Empire showed up, they took over everything. So the LKs likely wouldn't still be around anymore in Haven. On the rest of the planet? Oh hell yeah the LKs are still the law.

@Zarkun

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Okay. So the Imperials swoop in and essentially take control of the police force, but what does that mean for the Law Keeper's status/position within Haven? Are they being used as retainers? Or, are the LKs still technically "the law" as long as they enforce what the Empire is pushing down their throats?

Kind of like: "Sure, you can all keep your jobs but you need to do what we say, when we say it..."

@Rawk

It's a mix of both. Law keeper's still exist in Haven but the Empire has essentially stripped away what power they had, and treats them much like every other citizen. Rather than using/treating them like law enforcement.

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@SepYou know, I feel like I miss those things every time. Should be fixed now.

@ReedeThe23rd

Accepted!

I'm going to post my sheet up tomorrow, for you all to view in its Splendor

Star Wars: Western Frontier

I promised yesterday as a review day but yesterday came up and punched me in the FACE.

Please let me know of anything that needs removed/changed/reworked in this CS!

CT-2323 "Syo Marrver

Name: CT-2323, currently operates under the name "Dr. Syo Marrver."
Species: Human Clone, using the Fett template.
Age: 18 standard years, but is biologically 36
Appearance: Syo has the same face and body structure as all other Clones of the Fett template, though in his nearing middle age, he's been showing the signs of the biological affects of the accelerated aging. His muscles aren't as defined or strong as they once were, his skin is more rough and wrinkled than before, and his hair and beard are slowly showing more and more gray with each glance at the mirror. To establish himself as a 'new man' after his retirement from the army, Syo grew out his hair from the regulation length into a more natural medium cut, with a neatly trimmed full face beard to round things out. He wears assorted rugged clothing under a doctor's coat, and when helping out the lawmen he throws on the breastplate of a set of old Clone Trooper armor, with a customized DC-17 pistol at his hip.
Force Sensitive: No
Skills: Syo is a trained medical professional, able to operate on both humans and an assortment of alien life. Syo was a combat medic during the war, and as such has a grasp on how to fight in both ranged and physical combat, though his age has begun to cause those skills to deteriorate.
Abilities: None
Weaknesses: Due to the advanced aging process of the clones used in the war, Syo's physical and mental condition is not what it once was, and having not served in direct combat since the end of the war five years ago, Syo is rather lacking when it comes to strenuous physical activity. On the mental side of things, his medical knowledge is still mostly intact, but he increasingly finds himself double checking his memory with a datapad or other knowledge bank.
Motivation: Syo's motivation in life is doing what he was trained to do, and that's keep people healthy and safe. He's set himself up as a sort of "country doctor" to the people of Haven, and tends to pitch in with the law keepers if they need an extra blaster or set of fists on their side.
History: CT-2323 was a member of one of the first batches of Fett clones grown in 32 BBY, and as such was on the front lines of the First Battle of Geonosis in 22 BBY. Serving in the 101st battalion under Jedi General Fadri Ban, CT-2323 got to see the horrors of the war up close, something he still suffers from to this day. The 101st was a siege unit, designed to fight prolonged battles against Sepatatist-held cities, in some of the worst conditions of the war. Syo saw his squadmates and their greater unit get cut down by blaster fire, shredded by artillery shrapnel, and succumb to all manner of illnesses and wounds under his care. The only constants were General Ban, and her XO CT-4210 or Sergeant "Badger" as he was nicknamed. The three of them grew to be close comrades in arms, something that CT-2323 now dreads to remember. During the siege of Serant, the capital of Neman IV, General Ban was wounded in combat, and came under CT-2323's care. It was during his treatment of his close friend that the command for Order 66 came into effect, and CT-2323 was entirely unable to resist complying. In an act of brutal efficiency, CT-2323 drew his blaster and gunned down the wounded Jedi Knight with no hesitation, a realization that only came to the clone after he had committed the murder. With the war at a close, and the Republic now fully reorganised into the Galactic Empire, CT-2323 and the other first generation clones were steadily given honorable discharges, the Empire citing their advanced aging as a need to retire the soldiers. CT-2323 took this as an opportunity to get away from his past. Changing his Identity to that of Doctor Syo Marrver, he travelled to the Outer Rim, to get as far away as he could from the Empire, the war, and everything else that brought back the memories. Now he lives his life as a local doctor and part-time lawman for Haven, and though he believes he has left his old life behind, patients who have spent the night under his care have claimed to hear him mumbling something about "following orders" in his sleep.

@ReedeThe23rd

There's something missing... hit up the OP one more time, there's something there y

Elias Joranis Ordo

“Why hello ladies. You need some help paying for those drinks?”

Name: Elias Joranis Ordo
Species: Human/Mandalorian
Age: 25
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o’clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it when he’s not in his armor.
Force Sensitive: N

Equipment:

• Beskar’gam

  
  Beskar’gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias’s proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar’gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias’s personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It’s helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.
• JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he’s typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.
• Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.
• Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols

  
  Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he’s wearing. They’re heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.
• Vibrosword

  
  Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it’s his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It’s core is black when activated.
• Various Equipment-On top of his stable pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.
• XS Light Freighter

  
  XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.

Skills:
Between being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:

• Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he’s a lethal weapon, armed or not.
• Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY’RE the ones lying or mistaken. It’s also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.
• Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He’s survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.
• Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler’s tool).
• Luguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mandalorian, so he's not the most fluent at it.
• Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.

Abilities: N/A
Weaknesses:

• Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he’s been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he’s already won..
• Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it’s not hard to know where he’s from thanks to his accent.
• Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.
• Inexperienced Leader: His whole life he has operated as a loner, except in the rare cases he’s had a partner. So finding himself in the position of leader of an Enclave on a planet outside his comfort zone is a big change that he’s going to have to rise to.

Motivation: Proving himself as a proper Mandalorian and leader.
History: Elias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous “center of the galaxy”. What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don’t tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.

He managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn’t have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn’s head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.

The young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi’lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn’s death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn’t sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.

However, since he’s joined Clan Ordo, he’s taken many jobs that have brought a lot of unwanted Imperial attention to the clan, specifically when he launched a spiced out Twi’lek he’d never met before trying to serve him alimony papers out of his airlock. So, the elders of Clan Ordo decided to put the young man in charge of the Mandalorian Enclave on Maldra. He only hopes it’s a challenge he can rise to, even after being there two years.

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And without further ado, I am Zarkun, one of your two GMs. I will be in charge of the Mandalorians for the duration of our RP. Welcome to the Lawless and Wild west of the SW universe!

@Zarkun

Ceva

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^{Not being raised Mirialan, her tattoos are merely a way for her to not stand out amongst her species}
Species:
Miralian
Age:
30

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Force Sensitive: Yes (Though she’s not aware of that fact)
Equipment:

Col’Mosi DD-89 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Weight
3 lbs
Length
15 inches
Range
150m/50m
^{Standard/Overcharge}
Capacity
100/10
^{Standard/Overcharge}
Sight
CX-121-D ‘Third Eye’ Cybernetic Interface sight.

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Based off of the renowned DL-44 and built during the Clone Wars, the DD-89 was intended to arm insurrectionists on the colony moon of Zoska, an occupied Republic world deep in CIS space. Capable of downing a B2 in one hit, the DD-89 also had an ‘overcharge’ mode that would allow the user to defeat a Droideka with a couple of solid hits at the cost of extremely high power consumption and significant wear on the blasters internals.

Unfortunately for the Zoska Liberation Front, the weapons only managed to reach significant production at the wars end. Imperial forces took control of Zoska soon after and confiscated all stockpiled arms, but not before at least a thousand DD-89s were sold off-world.
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Ceva acquired the DD-89, and the custom vibroblade, as partial payment for her role in the capture of a smuggler how had attempted to double-cross her then employer.

^{Usually on her left hip.}
Custom Vibroblade
^{According to those that know, it was apparently made from the grip of an old lightsaber; that said the original inner workings are long gone.}
Scramble Key
^{Custom built}

Cybernetics

Neural Processor Hub Implant
^{Integrated into the left lobe of her brain}
Ocular HUD Overlay
^{Both eyes}
Haptic Feed Back Mesh
^{Both hands}
High-Speed Data Port
^{Base of skull, with retractable interface plug}

Skills:

• Slicer – Despite a lack of formal education, Ceva has knack for playing with computers. Before circumstances required her to leave, she’d developed a quiet but well regarded reputation.
• Acrobat – Growing up on the streets of Nar’Shaddaa she quickly learned ways to evade those that were larger than her, and how to slip through tight places for her own needs.
• Gunslinger – A blaster is the only thing you can truly count on. Ceva learned this young and took it to heart. Between her own skill and her cybernetics, her blaster is almost an extension of herself in a firefight.

Abilities:
{Force Sensitive} – Though she is unaware of her connection to the Force, it none the less underscores much of her other skills and abilities. She’s always been a little bit quicker on the draw, a bit faster to notice things, stuff like that; just enough to give her an edge.
{Off Hand Targeting} – Thanks to her implants and the sight on her blaster, she doesn’t always need to be able to see her target to hit it. Very useful for firing from cover, or in poor visibility.

Weaknesses:

• Egotistical - Thanks to that edge her Force Sensitive nature give her, she has a tendency to see herself as superior to those around her
• Sociopath – Living neck deep in the violence and crime-riddled cesspit that is Nar’Shaddaa, she has little regard for those that aren’t her.
• Greedy – To be safe you must have power, to get power you need credits; words her lives by.
• Addict – She’s picked up a couple of bad habits over the years; but in reality it’s amazing she’s got so few.
  
  
  • Slick
  • Ambrian Cheroots

Motivation: To get enough credits to get off Maldra and truly start over…and if there’s time, kill Glordo.

History:
Ceva grew up amid the decaying spires of Nar’Shaddaa, and Nar’Shaddaa is the type of place where you either grow up mean, or you don’t grow up at all. Fortunately, for Ceva at least, she was both mean and smart, so despite finding herself on her own as a child she managed to carve a living for herself out of the rubble.

From roaming with the near feral packs of orphans, urchins and other strays, she quickly found herself moving ‘up’ the criminal hierarchy of the city-moon, either as more powerful ‘bosses’ noticed her…or as she removed competition so they would.
Though she lacked any formal education a succession of bosses realized she was too sharp to be left as an illiterate hooligan, and so over the years, that defect was rectified. Though unaware of her Force Sensitive nature, it still underpinned her natural talents and made her a quick study in most anything she learned.

By her nineteenth birthday she was working for a mid-level Hutt named Rerdogis as an up and coming Lieutenant in his cartel. She ran several small but profitable smuggling operations for Rerdogis across the Outer Rim, offering her services to anyone how interested, as long as Rerdogis got his cut of the action.

That lasted for all of about eight years, before the operations, and the credits she’d personally built up from her own cut of things, all vanished during a bout of instability. During the confusion a rival of Rerdogis’ ambushed the Hutt while he was on his way to a meeting with several of his allies.

With Rerdogis dead, his rival Glordo the Hutt, began cleaning house and Ceva had to run with little more than what she had on her person. Taking passage on a freighter whose captain owed he a favour, she bounced around a bit before winding up on Maldra, once again almost completely broke. So far life on the backwater world has been rather uneventful…aside from being accosted on two separate occasions by a spiced out Twi’lek trying to serve her alimony papers of all things; she’s only been married once and that was under a fake ID…and her ‘husband’ is long dead, of that she is most certain.

@Athol