The Survivor

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

Okay, don't lie to yourself brainiac, Malak's got nothing on my sweet ass mask.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

I didn't realize I was going to jail with a zoo attached. God, I only freaking zapped a republic official.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

I dunno if Wynn is gonna fall to the darkside. I do enjoy depicting his internal struggle not to go on a full on murder rampage, though. And his racial history makes him even more susceptible to a force like the dark side. So it will be interesting.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Wynn grunted in agreement with the Twi'Lek, placing his hand back on his wound. He gripped his lightsaber tighter, which had since retreaded back into the hilt. He nodded to the other Jedi and inched towards Worror. He surveyed the scene and sighed, turning to Worror and quietly saying "The main hall has been completely overrun, I seem to be the only survivor out of the several hundred Jedi in that room alone. It's looking pretty dire, old friend." His eyes were hard but his voice soft and cautious. He had his doubts that any of them would make it out of the temple alive. And his spirits dropped when the younglings said their entire clan had been wiped out. "It is pure madness, Worror, such violence and murder I have not seen in my life, not even by droids." he said, his voice even lower. His head throbbed with the pain of his side, what small healing the padawan gave him wearing off. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to find some solace in the force. But there was so much darkness, like a massive cloud had taken over the temple. And he could see the flames of souls, they shined bright through the cloud, a beacon of hope. Then, each one was extinguished, some burned brighter, but eventually went out. The darkness grew as the light went out. Wynn opened his eyes, his anger growing, despite Worror being next to him. He would make them pay. He would make them all pay.

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

Name: Gromm Starfallen
Age: 33
Species: Human (Bootian)
Appearance:


Gromm is often unshaven, dressed in dirty farmer's clothes with an unusual number of pouches and storage. A scoped blaster pistol is always holstered at his side and his signature red goggles are always perched on his head.

Abilities/Skills:

• Skilled Pilot- Before settling down as a farmer on his home world, Gromm was a Republic Fighter Pilot, the an Imperial Fighter Pilot, and a Trade Freighter Pilot after that. So he has much experience in a cockpit.
• Combat Experience- Gromm has felt the fear and exhilaration of battle before, on the battlefield and in a cockpit, so he won't crack under the pressure of battle.
• Quick Reflexes- Being a former Pilot, Gromm developed some lightning fast reflexes in the cockpit, it would be an impressive feat to get the drop on him.

Equipment:

• Scoped Blaster Pistol 'Maria'- This handy blaster pistol has been keeping Gromm safe for well over 10 years. It's named for a fallen comrade.
• Lucky Pair of Red Goggles- A Pair of Goggles Gromm acquired when he started piloting trade ships, they always seem to bring him good fortune.
• Gromm's Modified Farmer's Gear- Though being an honest man and a former soldier, times can get tough. And Gromm might occasionally have to do business with some less than reputable characters. So he's modified his daily work attire for a variety of purposes.

Personality/Motivation: Gromm usually keeps to himself, tending to his farm and only leaving to head to town to buy various supplies or deal with Smugglers. He doesn't have much of an opinion about the empire, despite serving with it for a number of years. As long as they stayed out of his business and didn't affect his way of life, he was content. A rebellion on the other hand, would pose a problem. While many rebellions have good intentions, sometimes rebels can be vicious to common folk and if they expect him to give them supplies or shelter them, they would be disappointed. He wasn't about to ruin his fairly respectable reputation with the empire by housing insurrectionists. No, he would rather just keep to himself and his lifestyle, his adventuring days were over.

Biography: Gromm Starfallen was born 42 BBY on Boonta in the small fishing town of Raek. Gromm's father, Jax Starfallen, was a fisherman and his mother worked as the secretary of a company in the large city of Kael about an hour away. [WIP]

Secrets: [WIP]
Relations: [WIP]

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

@Sep Alright, so the planet itself is covered in vast green plains and deserts? And a giant scrapyard is orbiting the planet like a moon? I just wanna get all the details right about the terrain and stuff.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Wynn felt the tug, he could feel Worror tug on his mind like a gentle child. The Catuman decapitated another clone who had attested to sneak up on him. He then fell to his knees as a fresh wave of Jedi were slaughtered. His initial rage was powerful enough to keep him from sensing all the destruction and death that was happening. Thousands were dying, gunned down by a fearless, limitless army. He could feel the realization of this genocide crashing down around him, twisting him and taunting him, it knowing that no matter how hard he fought, he would lose. He roared with rage and got to his feet, the pain of his wound fading to the back of his mind. He pushed forward, bending the force in violent ways, smashing the ribs of clones and rattling their bodies with power. How dare they? How dare they march upon this temple and cause all this destruction and death. In a scared place. Then his mind cleared a little and he remembered the angry force that washed over the temple before the attack. It wasn't the clones. They were just pawns. No, it was him, whoever he was. Wynn rounded the corner and saw Worror, and several others. His mind was immediately soothed. Worror simply had that affect on him. However, with peace, comes the knowledge of the physical body, and Wynn immediately growled in pain as he clutched his side and stumbled over to the group. His side was dressed with his blood from his blaster wound and he greeted the group quite frankly "I've been shot, anything you lot can do to help?". He sensed smaller, less developed forces approaching their position. Younglings.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Ellri Ah, I may check in later then. Hope you guys have fun!

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Uh, I'm assuming you guys are still accepting? Is there a possible Sith position open?

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

You and these Star Wars rps. (I'm interested btw <3)