Accepted Characters:
Okay, the characters have been picked. Congratulations to everyone who got in and apologies to those that didn't. It was a very tough decision between a couple of people but who knows, a spot may open up later on. I'll make the opening post to the RP tomorrow and we shall start.
Name: Kyrris Kerr
Profession: Pilot
Appearance:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Kyrris is about half an inch shy of six feet with a slight build, pale skin, greenish brown eyes and short reddish copper coloured hair. He is usually seen dressed in a greyish black bodyglove with dark red trimming.
Other physical features: Kyrris' eyes are enhanced with ocular implants which improve his eyesight. Part of these implants are visible as small metal studs at the outer corners of each eye.
Background:
Homeplanet: Korriban
Childhood history: Kyrris grew up on Korriban and spent his childhood re-enacting the great battles of the past with other children among the ancient monuments to Sith Lords who's tombs had long since looted and forgotten. When he grew older he became a gifted pilot, able to turn his hand to anything from a fighter to a heavy warship. When Darth Zeraii visited Korriban during his efforts to uncover more about the Force he took Kyrris under his wing, recognising him as force-sensitive. Though Kyrris' connection to the Force was too weak for him to ever become a Jedi or a Sith, this did go some way to explaining his aptitude as a pilot. He now flies the Sith Lord's personal spacecraft.
Plans for the future: Kyrris is a drifter at heart, content to take life as it comes. For now he is happy to remain in the service of Darth Zeraii, allowing him to see the galaxy as well as promising plenty of excitement and good pay. He has no real plans beyond perhaps a vague notion of maybe retiring at some distant point in the future to enjoy the wealth he intends to have hoarded by that indefinite time.
Weapons: Such is the nature of the work with Darth Zeraii that Kyrris carries a modified DL-44 heavy blaster pistol with him at all times. He is also competent with most other small arms.
Profession: Pilot
Appearance:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Kyrris is about half an inch shy of six feet with a slight build, pale skin, greenish brown eyes and short reddish copper coloured hair. He is usually seen dressed in a greyish black bodyglove with dark red trimming.
Other physical features: Kyrris' eyes are enhanced with ocular implants which improve his eyesight. Part of these implants are visible as small metal studs at the outer corners of each eye.
Background:
Homeplanet: Korriban
Childhood history: Kyrris grew up on Korriban and spent his childhood re-enacting the great battles of the past with other children among the ancient monuments to Sith Lords who's tombs had long since looted and forgotten. When he grew older he became a gifted pilot, able to turn his hand to anything from a fighter to a heavy warship. When Darth Zeraii visited Korriban during his efforts to uncover more about the Force he took Kyrris under his wing, recognising him as force-sensitive. Though Kyrris' connection to the Force was too weak for him to ever become a Jedi or a Sith, this did go some way to explaining his aptitude as a pilot. He now flies the Sith Lord's personal spacecraft.
Plans for the future: Kyrris is a drifter at heart, content to take life as it comes. For now he is happy to remain in the service of Darth Zeraii, allowing him to see the galaxy as well as promising plenty of excitement and good pay. He has no real plans beyond perhaps a vague notion of maybe retiring at some distant point in the future to enjoy the wealth he intends to have hoarded by that indefinite time.
Weapons: Such is the nature of the work with Darth Zeraii that Kyrris carries a modified DL-44 heavy blaster pistol with him at all times. He is also competent with most other small arms.
Name: Rios Trin.
Profession: Bounty Hunter.
Appearance:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human.
Physical Appearance: http://starwarsrpg.pettycomp.net/Images/DraymakPHBHA.jpg
Only minus the gun. Underneath the helmet, he's fit, blond hair, quite much of it, but he swings it back so it's more comfortable in the helmet. He also has a little goatee, dark blue eyes and a little tan.
Other physical features: His left ear and left eye, along with some of his left cheek is cybernetic.
Background:
Homeplanet: Korriban
ChildHood History: Isaac grew up fast, his parents had died in battle, his father as a soldier and his mother was killed when their house was looted one night. He grew up doing favors for the locals, such as spying on neighbours and stuff like that. It wasn't long until he decided to move away from his hometown. He moved at the age of 22. But while flying one day in space, the transport ship he was in got jammed and caught in a battle between smugglers and imperials. The ship was hit by EMP and crashed into another ship. Days later, the Sith came to the place by accident and noticed that there was a distress signal. They found Isaac there, but he was injured, they replaced half of his face with cybernetic materials. He has been training and working for the Sith from that day.
Plans for future: Kill any high profile target to make his mark on history.
Weapons: DC-19 Blaster Carbine for stealth approach and the Protoncarbine for open battle.
Profession: Bounty Hunter.
Appearance:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human.
Physical Appearance: http://starwarsrpg.pettycomp.net/Images/DraymakPHBHA.jpg
Only minus the gun. Underneath the helmet, he's fit, blond hair, quite much of it, but he swings it back so it's more comfortable in the helmet. He also has a little goatee, dark blue eyes and a little tan.
Other physical features: His left ear and left eye, along with some of his left cheek is cybernetic.
Background:
Homeplanet: Korriban
ChildHood History: Isaac grew up fast, his parents had died in battle, his father as a soldier and his mother was killed when their house was looted one night. He grew up doing favors for the locals, such as spying on neighbours and stuff like that. It wasn't long until he decided to move away from his hometown. He moved at the age of 22. But while flying one day in space, the transport ship he was in got jammed and caught in a battle between smugglers and imperials. The ship was hit by EMP and crashed into another ship. Days later, the Sith came to the place by accident and noticed that there was a distress signal. They found Isaac there, but he was injured, they replaced half of his face with cybernetic materials. He has been training and working for the Sith from that day.
Plans for future: Kill any high profile target to make his mark on history.
Weapons: DC-19 Blaster Carbine for stealth approach and the Protoncarbine for open battle.
Name: Esson Jund
Profession: Mercenary/ Sith Apprentice
Appearance:
Species: Gungan
Age: 27 [I don't know how other species' age, but this is in human terms]
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Tan skin with brown blotches, 6'5", lightly whiskered. Missing his ring- and little finger on right hand. He wears light chest and thigh armor over dark tunic and pants
Other physical features: He has ornate, metal gauntlets on his forearms that have a rack for his lightsaber (he carries one lightsaber, but can alternate between hands). He often attaches the lightsaber directly to his right forearm when fighting defensively, so that he can put more power into a strike or hold off an attack easier (it is positioned the same way as the hidden blade in Assassins Creed, except it's a whole saber). He has been away from Naboo for much of his life and has lost the distinctive speech patterns of the Gungans.
Background:
Homeplanet: Naboo (surface)
Childhood history: Esson was born to a pair of Gungan exiles living on the surface of Naboo. He was raised in a city atmosphere and often had to deal with racism from humans, despite the peace between their species'. His parents both managed to work in the national guard, and he learned to fight from them, but he also learned the inefficiency of politics and grew to hate bureaucracy in all it's forms.
Early in his teens, Esson left his parents and explored the planet for a while before finding a job as a bodyguard, which ended up taking him off planet. He hasn't been back to Naboo since, and has moved between jobs as a guard, mercenary, and even some bounty hunting.
Three years ago, he ran into a lesser Sith Knight. Esson was found to have the ability to use the force, and was taken against his will to the new temple. He fought for several weeks, earning severe punishment and losing two fingers. They continued to teach him, counting on his anger to power him, and his ability to use the force grew explosively with his struggles. He soon accepted the training willingly, and has continued to grow in the years since, but still holds contempt for the individuals who tortured him.
Plans for the future: Complete his training and leave the temple; get revenge on his captor and teacher; beyond that, no plans
Weapons: One vivid orange lightsaber
Profession: Mercenary/ Sith Apprentice
Appearance:
Species: Gungan
Age: 27 [I don't know how other species' age, but this is in human terms]
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Tan skin with brown blotches, 6'5", lightly whiskered. Missing his ring- and little finger on right hand. He wears light chest and thigh armor over dark tunic and pants
Other physical features: He has ornate, metal gauntlets on his forearms that have a rack for his lightsaber (he carries one lightsaber, but can alternate between hands). He often attaches the lightsaber directly to his right forearm when fighting defensively, so that he can put more power into a strike or hold off an attack easier (it is positioned the same way as the hidden blade in Assassins Creed, except it's a whole saber). He has been away from Naboo for much of his life and has lost the distinctive speech patterns of the Gungans.
Background:
Homeplanet: Naboo (surface)
Childhood history: Esson was born to a pair of Gungan exiles living on the surface of Naboo. He was raised in a city atmosphere and often had to deal with racism from humans, despite the peace between their species'. His parents both managed to work in the national guard, and he learned to fight from them, but he also learned the inefficiency of politics and grew to hate bureaucracy in all it's forms.
Early in his teens, Esson left his parents and explored the planet for a while before finding a job as a bodyguard, which ended up taking him off planet. He hasn't been back to Naboo since, and has moved between jobs as a guard, mercenary, and even some bounty hunting.
Three years ago, he ran into a lesser Sith Knight. Esson was found to have the ability to use the force, and was taken against his will to the new temple. He fought for several weeks, earning severe punishment and losing two fingers. They continued to teach him, counting on his anger to power him, and his ability to use the force grew explosively with his struggles. He soon accepted the training willingly, and has continued to grow in the years since, but still holds contempt for the individuals who tortured him.
Plans for the future: Complete his training and leave the temple; get revenge on his captor and teacher; beyond that, no plans
Weapons: One vivid orange lightsaber
Name: Issac Hendell
Profession: Sith Apprentice.
Apperance:
physical apperance: Ray is a slim, tall young man, with a scar running along his left eye, which he usually covers with a bandana running along the back of his head. his other eye is green, and, usually, has many dark circles under it, due to his long hours of training. His long, blonde hair is usually tied into a ponytail.
Gender: male
Species: Human
Other physical features: Scarred eye
Background:
Homeplanet: Neridia 4
Childhood history: Issac had grown up a happy, joyval young boy, helping his mother and father on their farm. he had a loving family,a roof over his head, security...everything anyone could ask for. however, his life began to slowly go to hell when he was 8, and his mother's health slowly started to die from a slow acting illness that took the use of her limps. she slowly lost the use of her legs, her arms, her mind...eventually, she became a vegetable, resting quietly in a hospitable bed. The loss of his mother was more than a heartbreak, but the worst was yet to come. With his wife gone, Issac's father just stopped caring about the farm. he started spending money he would have spent on food, or bills on Booze and spice. during his drunken spouts, his father would break things, making a general ass of himself to the other farmers, or, when he was really drunk, beating his Son. Issac took this beatings hard, usually just barely holding back tears. finally, when Issac was 12, something snapped. his father came home one night from a long night of drinking, he broke his bottle over his son's face, cutting his eye, permanently blinding him. Issac realized that his father had finally lost it, and that tonight, one of them was going to die. he ran from, hoping to reach the Vibroblade his father had under kept under his bed for protection. His father chased after him, bloody, broken bottle in hand, breaking or pushing aside anything that got in his way. Issac dove under the bed, grabbing the hilt of the short blade. his father, in his drunken anger, flipped the bed over and dove at his young son...and onto the blade. his fathers corpse slowly slid down the sword, his young son paralyzed with fear and adrenaline. he lied there for hours, his fathers corpse on top of him. Eventually, he pushed his fathers corpse off with his foot, and cried, not for a father he killed, but for the years of abuse he took...his eye had stopped bleeding, but he realized that his vision was still very blurry. he reached for a piece of black cloth, and tied it around his eye and his head, turning it into a makeshift eyepatch. he searched the room, and also found his fathers spice stash.
he left the house, his fathers corpse untouched. he headed towards the town pub, where we met a smalltime trader who agreed to take him along with him in exchange for a share of the spice. for four years he lived with this trader, a man he came to knew as Marcus, the two of them exploring the reaches of space. however, fate was not yet finished with Issac, for when he was sixteen, new republic boarded their ship and arrested Marcus, For possesion of illegal merchandise, however, as far as Issac was concerned, they were simply trying to take his last friend. during the raid, Issac was off the ship, buying supplies from the planet they landed on. The officer in charge of the Raid, Allen Grigell, threw Marcus to the floor, calling him a drug pusher scum bag. he stomped his neck, snapping it. by the time Issac returned, he saw men he did not know leaving the ship, with a a dead Marcus in tow. the young man was filled with rage, and while every muscle in his body tensed with rage, he knew that he was no match to five men with blasters. and so he left, vowing revenge against the Republic. he spent the next 3 years of his life drifting through space, taking odd jobs aboard ships. he heard rumors about the sith temple, and believed that he could find the power he needed to avenge his fallen friend here.
Weapons: Issac has not yet "earned" his Lightsaber, and thus, carries a vibrosword [the cortosis weave in the blade allows him to spar with light sabers without damaging the blade]
Profession: Sith Apprentice.
Apperance:
physical apperance: Ray is a slim, tall young man, with a scar running along his left eye, which he usually covers with a bandana running along the back of his head. his other eye is green, and, usually, has many dark circles under it, due to his long hours of training. His long, blonde hair is usually tied into a ponytail.
Gender: male
Species: Human
Other physical features: Scarred eye
Background:
Homeplanet: Neridia 4
Childhood history: Issac had grown up a happy, joyval young boy, helping his mother and father on their farm. he had a loving family,a roof over his head, security...everything anyone could ask for. however, his life began to slowly go to hell when he was 8, and his mother's health slowly started to die from a slow acting illness that took the use of her limps. she slowly lost the use of her legs, her arms, her mind...eventually, she became a vegetable, resting quietly in a hospitable bed. The loss of his mother was more than a heartbreak, but the worst was yet to come. With his wife gone, Issac's father just stopped caring about the farm. he started spending money he would have spent on food, or bills on Booze and spice. during his drunken spouts, his father would break things, making a general ass of himself to the other farmers, or, when he was really drunk, beating his Son. Issac took this beatings hard, usually just barely holding back tears. finally, when Issac was 12, something snapped. his father came home one night from a long night of drinking, he broke his bottle over his son's face, cutting his eye, permanently blinding him. Issac realized that his father had finally lost it, and that tonight, one of them was going to die. he ran from, hoping to reach the Vibroblade his father had under kept under his bed for protection. His father chased after him, bloody, broken bottle in hand, breaking or pushing aside anything that got in his way. Issac dove under the bed, grabbing the hilt of the short blade. his father, in his drunken anger, flipped the bed over and dove at his young son...and onto the blade. his fathers corpse slowly slid down the sword, his young son paralyzed with fear and adrenaline. he lied there for hours, his fathers corpse on top of him. Eventually, he pushed his fathers corpse off with his foot, and cried, not for a father he killed, but for the years of abuse he took...his eye had stopped bleeding, but he realized that his vision was still very blurry. he reached for a piece of black cloth, and tied it around his eye and his head, turning it into a makeshift eyepatch. he searched the room, and also found his fathers spice stash.
he left the house, his fathers corpse untouched. he headed towards the town pub, where we met a smalltime trader who agreed to take him along with him in exchange for a share of the spice. for four years he lived with this trader, a man he came to knew as Marcus, the two of them exploring the reaches of space. however, fate was not yet finished with Issac, for when he was sixteen, new republic boarded their ship and arrested Marcus, For possesion of illegal merchandise, however, as far as Issac was concerned, they were simply trying to take his last friend. during the raid, Issac was off the ship, buying supplies from the planet they landed on. The officer in charge of the Raid, Allen Grigell, threw Marcus to the floor, calling him a drug pusher scum bag. he stomped his neck, snapping it. by the time Issac returned, he saw men he did not know leaving the ship, with a a dead Marcus in tow. the young man was filled with rage, and while every muscle in his body tensed with rage, he knew that he was no match to five men with blasters. and so he left, vowing revenge against the Republic. he spent the next 3 years of his life drifting through space, taking odd jobs aboard ships. he heard rumors about the sith temple, and believed that he could find the power he needed to avenge his fallen friend here.
Weapons: Issac has not yet "earned" his Lightsaber, and thus, carries a vibrosword [the cortosis weave in the blade allows him to spar with light sabers without damaging the blade]
Name: Harleen Isley
Profession: Hacker
Appearance:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Harleen has pale blonde hair in a ponytail, one bright green eye and another blue eye, is fairly thin, and is also pale skinned. She usually wears a pale blue bodysuit, with thin-framed glasses.
Other physical features: She suffers from mild haemolacria, causing her to occasionally weep tears that are tinted red from blood. She also has a serious scar on her stomach, a souvenir from her past.
Background:
Homeplanet: unknown, rumoured to be Tatooine
Childhood history: Little is known of her childhood, but she arrived at the Sith Academy at the age of 18, having fled from her home planet 2 years prior. While she claimed she left due to a violent run-in with some hoodlums, leaving her stomach sliced open and her barely alive, she is known for being a compulsive liar when asked directly about her past. However, she has inadvertently revealed that she was a thief in Mos Eisley before arriving at Sith Academy, managing to gain entrance with her skills with hacking that she learned on Tatooine.
Plans for the future: She intends to get on good terms with the Sith, hopefully being granted the rights to join the academy to learn the ways of the Force.
Weapons: blaster pistol, datadagger
Profession: Hacker
Appearance:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Harleen has pale blonde hair in a ponytail, one bright green eye and another blue eye, is fairly thin, and is also pale skinned. She usually wears a pale blue bodysuit, with thin-framed glasses.
Other physical features: She suffers from mild haemolacria, causing her to occasionally weep tears that are tinted red from blood. She also has a serious scar on her stomach, a souvenir from her past.
Background:
Homeplanet: unknown, rumoured to be Tatooine
Childhood history: Little is known of her childhood, but she arrived at the Sith Academy at the age of 18, having fled from her home planet 2 years prior. While she claimed she left due to a violent run-in with some hoodlums, leaving her stomach sliced open and her barely alive, she is known for being a compulsive liar when asked directly about her past. However, she has inadvertently revealed that she was a thief in Mos Eisley before arriving at Sith Academy, managing to gain entrance with her skills with hacking that she learned on Tatooine.
Plans for the future: She intends to get on good terms with the Sith, hopefully being granted the rights to join the academy to learn the ways of the Force.
Weapons: blaster pistol, datadagger
Name: Samuel DeLoira
Profession: Retired Bounty hunter, now a handyman.
Appearance: Stands 193cm tall. Shaven hair, a slight tan.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical Appearance:
Other physical features: No facial hair whatsoever
Background: After the steady decline in contracts for bounty hunters, Samuel began to take simpler jobs, like fetching certain objects, or delivering a cargo. It has come to the point that he will do something for a warm meal.
Homeplanet: Corellia
Childhood history: Risen by a father only. His mother was killed by cancer about three months after his birth, without any signs beforehand. He has experienced hardship, by taking care of his drunken father and almost destroyed house. After his father died in a bar-brawl on Samuel's age of twenty, he descided to head out into the galaxy. At first he joined a mercanairy-group, and things went well. But they thought too small, only doing small contracts and small raids. He left them to die when the ship was overrun by Tusken Raiders on Tattooine (Spelling?). After three years, the contracts dropped, and he started to take different ones.
Plans for the future: None. Just trying to stay alive.
Weapons: Standard-issue rapid blaster. Long distance sniper on occasion.
Profession: Retired Bounty hunter, now a handyman.
Appearance: Stands 193cm tall. Shaven hair, a slight tan.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical Appearance:
Other physical features: No facial hair whatsoever
Background: After the steady decline in contracts for bounty hunters, Samuel began to take simpler jobs, like fetching certain objects, or delivering a cargo. It has come to the point that he will do something for a warm meal.
Homeplanet: Corellia
Childhood history: Risen by a father only. His mother was killed by cancer about three months after his birth, without any signs beforehand. He has experienced hardship, by taking care of his drunken father and almost destroyed house. After his father died in a bar-brawl on Samuel's age of twenty, he descided to head out into the galaxy. At first he joined a mercanairy-group, and things went well. But they thought too small, only doing small contracts and small raids. He left them to die when the ship was overrun by Tusken Raiders on Tattooine (Spelling?). After three years, the contracts dropped, and he started to take different ones.
Plans for the future: None. Just trying to stay alive.
Weapons: Standard-issue rapid blaster. Long distance sniper on occasion.
Okay, the characters have been picked. Congratulations to everyone who got in and apologies to those that didn't. It was a very tough decision between a couple of people but who knows, a spot may open up later on. I'll make the opening post to the RP tomorrow and we shall start.
I'll change my name to Rios. Doc, cud ya edit it for meh 
