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Name: Krangen 'Krang' Kroveaddos
Species: Lasat
Age: 31
Equipment: Lasat Bo-Rifle, Commlink, wrecked X-Wing fighter, datapad, R2 series astromech 'Chirper'.
Skills:

• Combat - Trained to use his Bo-Rifle either as a rifle or in its staff configuration. He can easily fight his way through most basic trained opponents. Being a Lasat, he also has greater strength than a human, making him an even deadlier foe.
• Pilot - Trained as a snub-fighter pilot. He has had experience flying a variety of craft. He's no Luke Skywalker, but he feels like he can hold his own.
• Commando Training - His role in the rebellion has led him to hone his survival, evasion and infiltration skills.
• Mechanic - Being a pilot on Lasan, there was little in the way of mechanical services. As such, Krang had to learn how to maintain his own fighter, a skill he has kept up-to-date in his services to the Rebellion. In many ways, the Rebellion has valued his time in their hangar as much as his time in the cockpit.

Weaknesses:

• Lasat - While being a Lasat has its advantages. Prehensile toes, physical strength, speed. It also has its drawbacks. Due to the Siege of Lasan, they, as a species, are incredibly rare. Between this and his physical stature, it makes it hard for him to blend and hide in with a crowd. Now that the Imperials know who he is, it will make subtrefuge on his identity nearly impossible.
• Quick to anger - Perhaps it's due to species biology, perhaps it's due to the fact he had childhood trauma or the fact he was shot down and wounded while the majority of his species was wiped out.
• Thick Skulled - Lasats by nature, or nurture, aren't dumb. They aaree however, slow to learn new things and accept new ideas. Krang does not break this stereotype.

History:

Krang was only a child during the Clone Wars. He doesn't really remember that version of the Republic. The one before Palpatine corrupted and twisted it into something evil and omnipresent. Like many Lasat, during the Clone Wars, his family was fiercely loyal to the concept of the Republic and its ideals. While the Grand Army of the Republic was the main fighting force behind any military action against the Separatists, Krang's father was killed during a small infiltration attempt by the Separatists.

This turned out to be the only military action that took place on Lasan during the war. It motivated Krang to do better, to do more. Live up to hisfather'ss legacy. Like many other sentient beings and many other worlds, Krang and Lasan welcomed the formation of the Galactic Empire. Celebrating the end of the war and the new age of peace and prosperity. He joined the Honour Guard, like his father before him. When he was old enough, becoming a pilot. Carrying his father's bo-rifle once he had it bestowed upon him.

He flew his old Z-95 headhunter with distinction as pirate raids plagued the system, with increasing fervour. That was until. The Unyielding entered orbit. The small Gladiator Star Destroyer filled him with such joy; all he wanted was an invitation aboard. The chance to fly one of the Imperial TIE Fighters.

This was until the Galactic Empire's true colours started to shine through.

Sanctions. Limitations. Curfews. Life started to become hard on Lasa; more and more of the responsibilities of the Honour Guard were stripped away.

More and more Lasat fought back.

Then the Unyielding returned, under cover of two Imperial Star Destroyers and her support ships. The Siege of Lasan. He was twenty-two years old, and his world ended. Disruptors tore through his people. Krang only survived after his ship was shot down and crashed; he was picked up by a Rebel Commando, Tyrell Omi-Ren, who successfully smuggled him off-world. Since then, Tyrell has been Krang's teacher, commanding officer and confidant. Krang acts as a large part of Tyrell's support network. Need muscle? Krang. A pilot? Krang. Mechanic? Krang. Hand to Hand? Krang. The two compliment eachothers skills perfectly, plugging any potential weaknesses that the other may have alone.

So while Tyrell posed as an Inspection Officer on Dubrillion - A health and safety inspection officer, if you can believe that, Krang was there as his 'slave'. Garnering the intrest, intruige and jealousy from some of the other officers. The two were supposed to journey to their rendezvous together, but at the first jump point where they ditched the shuttle in favour of their two X-Wings, they were ambushed. Tyrell slammed the datacard into Krang's astromech and ordered him to leave. The result? Crashing down on Tregallon. Silently wishing he hadn't left his friend behind.

No Wraith allowed

The early morning sun glistened, glare shining in the faces off the gathered congregation from the sodden sidewalks and asphalt from last nights rain. The air was full of life, the vegetation vibrant. It contrasted with the mood that hung over the crowd, men and women of all shapes and sizes wearing black. Suits, dresses, uniforms. Some within the crowd while wearing formal wear, wore a mask on their face. The heroes who didn't feel comfortable being public with their identity, despite the time of day the nearby blocks seemed to hold their breathe out of respect for those in mourning. A podium stood at the far end of the congregation, one statue among many. The sheet concealed its identity, though there was no doubt who was beneath the sheet.

Albert stood away from the main group. He could see William playing the politician going around, smiling sadly and shaking hands. Matilda was huddled together with a few of her friends, his father was... nowhere to be seen but he'd likely be rehearsing his speech. Whether or not a fallen hero was Vanguard, every memorial in the park was unveiled with a speech from the regional chief. Always playing politics, a skill William was learning well-

"You're looking well."

Albert didn't turn to react. Everything about today had him on the verge of tears, he had a lot of respect for Saw. A lot of time for him, he was the kind of person you could always call on the phone at anytime day or night, and was always willing to help.

"Thankyou Mother." Mother. God he hated himself, none of this was her fault. She had chosen his father, his abilities and his life. It's not her fault Albert had come along and defied the norm, been shunned and grew apart from his father. Not her fault how things went that day. He turned to look at her, trying to offer her his best sympathetic smile. "You're uh, you're looking good too." He looked down at her feet, his eyes hidden by his glasses, and closed his fist as he saw his shadow reaching out for hers. No.

"I hope you're looking after yourself, Matilda says you're keeping busy."

"I'm doing my best to help people."

He felt the warmth of her hand on his shoulder, and he had to fight the urge to lift his hand to take hers in his own. To fold in and accept her embrace, but he had made his choice and he wouldn't drag her into the middle of anything. That wouldn't be fair.

"You're a good man Albert-" There was a polite round of applause up ahead, as a figure walked out and upto the podium. His father.

"You should go."

She swallowed, and nodded sadly. As she stepped away her hand dropped away from his shoulder, and he wished that just for a moment more that the warmth would stay. That the contact wouldn't be broken, but it was better this way.

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Karl stood atop the podium, his suit practically glistened in the sun. What little hair he had was cut, trimmed and well maintained. The crowd applauded politely was he walked up to the podium, and then a hush spread throughout the crowd. "A hero is no braver than an ordinary man." He paused, and took a breathe for a second. "They are just brave for five minutes longer." Karl looked back towards the statue hiding underneath the cover.

"If your average hero is braver for five minutes. Saw Chaw had enough bravery for five days." Karls eyes watered, as he placed his hands on either side of the podium as if to steady himself. "I worked with Saw for years. We met in costume-" He shook a head and chuckled to himself "-Such as it was back in those days. We all remember the eighties." A low polite chuckle rumbled steadily through the crowd. He let it have a lap before he started again. "I don't think there is a single person in this city who hasn't been affected by Mountain. Everyone remembers his decade long fued with the killer Darksaber, and the weight that was lifted from our shoulders when he finally brought him to justice. He's raised more funds for more charities in this city than anyone else, Everyday Heroes Cente in Steel Acres is a hub not just of civic pride, but national pride...."

The speech was long, but nobody complained. The murmurs were kept to a minimum, nobody disrespected the memories being mentioned. The heroics, the past saves. Karl spoke for about ten minutes, but then he was replaced by other heroes. Protegés, allies. Several reformed villains and criminals who testified to Saws kindness and patience in not just dumping them at jail, but then visiting them and personally helping them through their rehabilitation. Until eventually an old man, walking with a stick under one arm and being held up by a young man in his thirties who boasted a resemblence to Saw.

The younger man grabbed the line, and then handed it to the older man who smiled the kind of sweet older smile that had seen a lot of mileage. Karl returned to the micophone. "This is Aleks Seryy. Over sixty years ago his life was saved by Saw, and who better to reveal his memorial to the world?" Karl stood back, and clear of the shot. Nodding politely at Aleks, who pulled the line.

Cameras flash, and polite applause rippled through the crowd as once more Saw Chaw. The man known as the Mountain stood in the sun, his eternal virgil begun.

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@Half Pint I realised I never actually said accepted but accepted.

My sheet will get finished today and I'll get to work on the IC but to any lurkers don't let that put you off applying.

@Sanity43217 I like it. Simple man just trying to get by, living his life and then a darn rebel decides to crash on the planet and all hell turns loose.

How rude of him

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Interested. Haven't participated in a roleplay in a few years.

@Landain

the ooc is live my friend

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I so enjoy reading your combat sequences, they have so much punch and vibrancy to them

@Stormyx

Being complimented by a writer of your calibre is always inspiring but this is honestly this comment means so much to me. I've always struggled with combat, but recently I've been trying some new things and going at it with new gusto and I'm glad to see you think it's working.

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<Snipped quote by Colonel Sep>

Trelvik sneaking into an imperial compound with a comically large stormtrooper helmet when?

@Half Pint

"Nothing to see here, fellow Stormtroopers!"

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I really wouldn't mind at all. I don't think it mattered to my character in general.

@Birdboy

I know but I don't want you to feel like you have to go one way or the other for the good of the game.

Go with what your heart desires.

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It's always way cooler to be an alien. I had initially contemplated a zabrak or dorus for myself but I think I'll play a human if we have a lot of aliens here.

I say you should go for it if you want! Make them a jawa!

@Birdboy

No no if you want to be an alien you be an alien don't let me stop you. An alien heavy cast is actually interesting as it makes subterfuge that little bit harder

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I'm actually toying with the name Tyrell Omi-Ren being an alias and going non-human 👀

What's everyone else's thoughts so far? I know @Half Pint has the angry wrinkles mouse market cornered.

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Or how about a farm boy who just wants to bullseye womp rats in his T-16?

@Half Pint

That would be an entirely unrealistic character 0/10