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3 yrs ago
Current Losing a game of dragon ball the breakers because my dipshit allies wouldn't give me their fucking dragon balls pisses me off. the raider was already nearly dead fml.
3 yrs ago
devaronian is the race you're looking for. They're basically thugs for the hutts for the most part.
3 yrs ago
Man I'd love to be proven wrong so i'll keep trying but still it sucks like the fourth time this has happened for entirely seperate reasons each as dumb as the last.
3 yrs ago
Man I just can't stick with a DND Group. I'm aware I feel pushy at times but I never intend to push anyone into doing anything. I'm just feeling so dejected at this point.
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3 yrs ago
In general I've given up play by post roleplaying. I only check on occasion due to how NO ONE commits to forum posting in my over ten years of experience.
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I'm one of the surviving members from the event known as Guild Fall. I am a big fan of Mobile Suit Gundam and am very specific on what I want in a roleplay. I have completed two roleplays (one is debateable) and have over six years of roleplaying experience dating back to when I was in Middle School.

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I mean I don't view Abel as the villainous sort. He's just a hot head who's a bit of an asshole at times.
Name: Valter Rook

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Valter is usually cloaked in jet black, and silver mandalorian armor that is the symbol of the Reborn Mandalorians group. Underneath that he has messy brown hair, and light green eyes. He has a few scars on his torso, and one crossing his chin. He is Caucasian in appearance. He stands at around 5'10.

Personality:

Valter is a brutal, and cold bounty hunter having experienced gang violence, and trained to be a killer by his fellow warriors, and bounty hunters. Years on Nar Shadda, Nal Hutta, and other backwater planets controlled by the hutts have made him more than capable of coping with harsh realities, and violence. He feels comfortable in the battlefield, and hurting other people. However his pride in being Mandalorian is unquestionable. He takes most any contract so long as the people behind it agree to pay in the end having worked for various criminal organizations, and takes care to complete the contract to the best of his ability as a mark of professional pride.

He finds himself to be snarky, and backed handed when around more light hearted people. He views justice as an made up illusion, and hates pointless mercy. People are either strong, or they aren't. The weak make the strong what they are after all. He views jedi with some contempt but like all contractors he is willing to work with them so long as they keep the situation professional. He has no issues with taking orders, or listening to people though he may not truly care for the person giving them. Though he can be cruel, and vindictive at times he doesn't enjoy the pain of other people he does it because he has to make a living in a cruel pointless galaxy ruled by politicians who don't care about people, and hutts who ruled through crime. He does though respect the bounty hunter's creed as much as he can in any given circumstance.

Occupation: Mandalorian Bounty Hunter/Enforcer, Member of the Reborn Mandalorians

History: Born on Cato Neimoidia his mother was a single parent and his dad was said to be a smuggler he was raised in the house of a rich friend of his parents who happened to be of the local species. Raised in a rather comfortable, and wealthy household he was educated, and raised very well, and was raised to be polite. His life lacked for not much as his family friend, Gundrei, who was housing his parents owed his mother a great deal for her life before she birthed him. Gundrei was kind, and understanding towards young Valter despite his being human. However life for all its perks was rather pointless because he lacked for everything but adventure life was not fun being cooped up in the middle of a rich man's apartment. It was when his estranged uncle approached him as a teenager that he found out that his half uncle was part mandalorian, and was trained under Deathwatch remnants from the long past clone wars. Deathwatch had been disbanded, and been replaced by a revived mandalorian culture.

After considering his current life's wealth, and lack of outside knowledge he decided to go with his uncle to train on Mandalore which had since the end of the clone wars been a peaceful, but good place to train for mandalorian people. Mandalorians of old weren't just a people but a culture. As such he took the surname Rook after consideration in order to incriminate Gundrei, and or his mom. He trained there under tough mandalorian training meant to strengthen him which nearly broke him on several occasions but his stubbornness refused to give out. By the time he was finished training he was a battle ready young man who was granted the right to call himself mandalorian.

He spent much time with his allies on Nar Shadda working for Voja the Hutt, and other Hutt Cartel groups in the outer rim. He bought a D11 Light Freighter from Kuat Drives during one point in his career using it as a way of getting around between jobs, and where he lives. His experience in this field toughened him, and made him sour to the way of kindness, and mercy. People had to do what they did out here, and he learned to accept contracts as they came. Eventually however as turf wars flared up in the outer rim between hutts he worked for he decided to make it over to New Republic space where he earned a contract with the military there to be sent on missions. He was open about his work with the hutts but always insisted he was nothing but than an enforcer making his living. His skills spoke for themselves, and he has been assigned over parts of Republic space since there working for them less than a year but proving himself an adequate resource for taking out VIP targets as a sort of government sponsored bounty hunter.

Equipment: Wrist Gauntlets (had interchangeable parts that he can swap out. A mini-rocket launcher, a lasso feature to tie up opponents, a blade attachment that protrudes a knife sized vibroblade, and a dart launcher), A modified DT-12 Heavy Blaster Pistol (better recoil), and a E-11D blaster rifle. Mandalorian Durasteel armor with a visor that acts as night vision, and targeting device. A standard low altitude jetpack.

Skills: Rifle, Pistol Heavy blaster, Explosives, and Melee/hand to hand proficiency. Survivalist training. Medical knowledge. Piloting (about average level). Jetpack training. Hacking (he can hack into common computers, and security systems picked up during time with hutts).

Weaknesses: Lack of protection against lightsaber/force foes, lacks proper melee weapons, lack of sniper training having proved his worth as a guard, and hutt enforcer. Lacks high tech equipment much of what he has is black market goods. Lacks droid repair, and overall mechanical knowledge he has a basic understand in order to keep his starship working. Little star fighter training. Poor knowledge of the force, and its methods (he knows just enough to kill a jedi as taught by his instructors over the years extensive, or more complicated rituals are beyond him.)
"Astrid's involvement will only be a problem once the others hear of it. Claudius was made to be the ultimate motivator. His loyalty unwavering to the throne. He would slit his own throat if I asked him too more than likely. If I tell him to tell the troops that it is my will he will drill it into their skulls I'm sure. If she has a problem with it then she's free to dawdling around the country side until she figures out no one will understand her outside." commented Grey as he looked up at the door. "Severnus may have the attitude of a dead rock but he was built to be a cold assassin. He will act as a great scout outside my own endeavors. I'm not sure anyone else knows what this place is exactly. It will be up to us to find our way through this world. At the least we have an army. If there is another player, or group out there...they may be alone in the middle of some dusty wilderness unsure of what has happened to them. I don't care to deal with them at the moment. My intent is to gather information. Hence the meeting with Claudius." commented Grey further as he stood up and sighed. He needed to get moving he didn't want to disrespect his generals....Caesar learned that the hard way. "Indeed so are you coming, or are you not coming to the meeting? If not I need to make sure everything turns out well." Grey asked her with a plain indifferent tone. He put his helmet back on if he was going to be lugging around this heavy armor he may as well use the helmet. Of course his strength, and con stat were high enough where it almost felt like nothing.
alright you can find the ooc in the last page. or look around the casual section.
@Jangel13its rogue and sure but I'm not sure if this is up to your standards Jangel I don't mean offense but you're more of the low casual guy.
I said I would be a bounty hunter in the interest check. Though in practice he turned out to be more of an ex-hutt enforcer turned Republic hitman.
Name: Valter Rook

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Valter is usually cloaked in jet black, and silver mandalorian armor that is the symbol of the Reborn Mandalorians group. Underneath that he has messy brown hair, and light green eyes. He has a few scars on his torso, and one crossing his chin. He is Caucasian in appearance. He stands at around 5'10.

Personality:

Valter is a brutal, and cold bounty hunter having experienced gang violence, and trained to be a killer by his fellow warriors, and bounty hunters. Years on Nar Shadda, Nal Hutta, and other backwater planets controlled by the hutts have made him more than capable of coping with harsh realities, and violence. He feels comfortable in the battlefield, and hurting other people. However his pride in being Mandalorian is unquestionable. He takes most any contract so long as the people behind it agree to pay in the end having worked for various criminal organizations, and takes care to complete the contract to the best of his ability as a mark of professional pride.

He finds himself to be snarky, and backed handed when around more light hearted people. He views justice as an made up illusion, and hates pointless mercy. People are either strong, or they aren't. The weak make the strong what they are after all. He views jedi with some contempt but like all contractors he is willing to work with them so long as they keep the situation professional. He has no issues with taking orders, or listening to people though he may not truly care for the person giving them. Though he can be cruel, and vindictive at times he doesn't enjoy the pain of other people he does it because he has to make a living in a cruel pointless galaxy ruled by politicians who don't care about people, and hutts who ruled through crime. He does though respect the bounty hunter's creed as much as he can in any given circumstance.

Occupation: Mandalorian Bounty Hunter/Enforcer, Member of the Reborn Mandalorians

History: Born on Cato Neimoidia his mother was a single parent and his dad was said to be a smuggler he was raised in the house of a rich friend of his parents who happened to be of the local species. Raised in a rather comfortable, and wealthy household he was educated, and raised very well, and was raised to be polite. His life lacked for not much as his family friend, Gundrei, who was housing his parents owed his mother a great deal for her life before she birthed him. Gundrei was kind, and understanding towards young Valter despite his being human. However life for all its perks was rather pointless because he lacked for everything but adventure life was not fun being cooped up in the middle of a rich man's apartment. It was when his estranged uncle approached him as a teenager that he found out that his half uncle was part mandalorian, and was trained under Deathwatch remnants from the long past clone wars. Deathwatch had been disbanded, and been replaced by a revived mandalorian culture.

After considering his current life's wealth, and lack of outside knowledge he decided to go with his uncle to train on Mandalore which had since the end of the clone wars been a peaceful, but good place to train for mandalorian people. Mandalorians of old weren't just a people but a culture. As such he took the surname Rook after consideration in order to incriminate Gundrei, and or his mom. He trained there under tough mandalorian training meant to strengthen him which nearly broke him on several occasions but his stubbornness refused to give out. By the time he was finished training he was a battle ready young man who was granted the right to call himself mandalorian.

He spent much time with his allies on Nar Shadda working for Voja the Hutt, and other Hutt Cartel groups in the outer rim. He bought a D11 Light Freighter from Kuat Drives during one point in his career using it as a way of getting around between jobs, and where he lives. His experience in this field toughened him, and made him sour to the way of kindness, and mercy. People had to do what they did out here, and he learned to accept contracts as they came. Eventually however as turf wars flared up in the outer rim between hutts he worked for he decided to make it over to New Republic space where he earned a contract with the military there to be sent on missions. He was open about his work with the hutts but always insisted he was nothing but than an enforcer making his living. His skills spoke for themselves, and he has been assigned over parts of Republic space since there working for them less than a year but proving himself an adequate resource for taking out VIP targets as a sort of government sponsored bounty hunter.

Equipment: Wrist Gauntlets (had interchangeable parts that he can swap out. A mini-rocket launcher, a lasso feature to tie up opponents, a blade attachment that protrudes a knife sized vibroblade, and a dart launcher), A modified DT-12 Heavy Blaster Pistol (better recoil), and a E-11D blaster rifle. Mandalorian Durasteel armor with a visor that acts as night vision, and targeting device. A standard low altitude jetpack.

Skills: Rifle, Pistol Heavy blaster, Explosives, and Melee/hand to hand proficiency. Survivalist training. Medical knowledge. Piloting (about average level). Jetpack training. Hacking (he can hack into common computers, and security systems picked up during time with hutts).

Weaknesses: Lack of protection against lightsaber/force foes, lacks proper melee weapons, lack of sniper training having proved his worth as a guard, and hutt enforcer. Lacks high tech equipment much of what he has is black market goods. Lacks droid repair, and overall mechanical knowledge he has a basic understand in order to keep his starship working. Little star fighter training. Poor knowledge of the force, and its methods (he knows just enough to kill a jedi as taught by his instructors over the years extensive, or more complicated rituals are beyond him.)
@DoubleAlright I figure Viper would probably be the smarter choice for Abel after reading through it again. He may see Cormack's way of thinking but only if immediate action would've been 'stupid'.
@Double Since I'm not sure what exactly either chasers, or seekers or after a failed attempt to find the wiki I'll go with Viper like you suggest.
Name: Abel
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance: Abel is a young male of Caucasian ethnicity with dark green eyes, and muddy blonde hair. He wears a long black jacket with a white shirt underneath it on the usual with a pair of grey shorts. He no discernible scars but more than a few bruises over his body he gained from his relentless training. When not in a formal setting he tends to wear a black cap on his head.

Keyblade:

Personality:
Rash, blunt, rude, and ambitious Abel is a young man who's tendency to act overcomes his thoughts more often than not. He prefers to let his actions speak for themselves, and despises having to hold his emotions back. He believes life is worth living to its fullest, and to do anything less than your best is a disservice to yourself. He doesn't view friends as allies, more along the lines of temporary companions. While he doesn't hate people on instinct he doesn't truly have it in him to accept people at face value until they prove it to him otherwise, and is often distrustful of strangers. He respects power, and strength and the ability to use it wisely. He doesn't crave power though he merely respects those who have a lot of it. He's objectively a man with the passion, and drive to push himself to his limits unwilling to relent to an opponent so long as he has breath in his body making him a formidable enemy. He doesn't work well in teams because of this but he will listen to orders he doesn't view to be objectively stupid, or a hindrance. While all of the above is certainly true he doesn't look down on weak people for being weak he will help a person out if they're in dire need but he won't go too far for them if he thinks it will result in them being stronger for it. He believes that if you're truly to become stronger you need to overcome that darkness in your heart, or the challenge in front of you by yourself in the end. While having a stalwart ally would help in many cases one may come to over rely on someone and then find themselves unable to cope otherwise. However if it would come down to someone dying, or not he would throw himself into the middle of it if he thinks it is for the best. However it is worth noting that his anger can be explosive, and dangerous enabling him to fight even harder than he was before he was angry.

Backstory: Raised, and born by rough, and tough parents in the middle of some no name village young Abel never was meant for a life of heroics, and champions. He grew up in a tough environment initially being around his parents for as long as he was, it is surprising he lived as long as he has so far. After his parents practically abandoned him by the wayside one day he was raised by a traveling mercenary who took him in out of the kindness of his war-worn heart. Traveling, here, and there he wasn't one for doing much of anything but training, and learning how to read in order to get the basics for a proper life. That was until his guardian had allowed him to be taken in by the new keyblade order after finding out he was able to summon a keyblade during one fateful day of training. There is very little to discuss regarding Abel's life due to his frankly uncaring attitude about his younger years, and his would-be father figure practically pawning him off to some order of heroes. But he was determined to make a life he was proud of. He trained as hard as any student could fighting, sparring, learning, and practicing as much as he could in order to learn what he could. He was no genius, or prodigy but he had an insatiable appetite to better himself.

His teachers noted that he was not one to underestimate, and while he was unruly, and dangerous at times his talents, and his good nature underneath all of his tough act meant that he was worthy of his keyblade. He kept training, and honing his skills hoping that perhaps one day he would be more than he was. He wanted something that for once in his life he could grasp onto and hold dear to him. He hated the concept of being a literal nobody, and or just fading away into the background. While he was not willing to play dirty to get there he was willing to sacrifice a lot in order to do so. His training, and unfaltering will has made him into a savage, and strong willed warrior willing to put his life on the line for the good of the worlds he will need to help one day. While not charismatic, and not one to share his weak points he intends to live up to the blade that had chosen him.


~Command Deck~

Physical: Guard, Roll, sliding dash, Zero Gravity
Magical: Cure

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes: Keyblade name is Black Will
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