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HanSolo29 Title: Manager: • Fan Art • LFL Projects/ Indy IV Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 7/14 7:12pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Let's see if I can get the colors right for a second time. Jello Approved Name: Han Solo Gender: Male Age: 35 Species: Human Homeworld: Corellia Known Languages: Basic, Huttese, Shyriiwook, some phrases in Old Corellian Appearance ---Height: 6'1" ---Eye Color: Hazel ---Hair/Fur Color: Brown ---Skin Color: Fair ---Clothing: White shirt w/black vest, trousers adorning the Corellian Bloodstripe, black spacer boots, gun belt and holster ---Other: Scar running along chin Personality: Arrogant, looks after "number one", cocky, the mercenary with the heart of gold Habits: Shooting first instead of second, gambling(Sabacc), thrusting his index finger into people's faces upon getting angry Likes: Corellian Spiced Ale, Women Dislikes: Slavery, Bugs, being used as bait, criticism Talents: Piloting, mechanical skills, brandishing a blaster(quickdraw) Weakness: Goes into action before thinking, friends/family, overprotective of his ship Limitations: Force blind, not the best when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, would rather duke it out with a blaster Racial Attributes: None Affiliation: Smaller Faction ---Profession: Smuggler/Pilot ---Primary Weapons: Modified DL-44 blaster pistol, vibroblade Personal Ship (optional) ---Name: Millennium Falcon ---Model: YT-1300 Light Freighter ---Accessories: Quad laser cannons, concussion missile tubes, "Ground Buzzer" blaster cannon, Sensor dish array, hidden smuggling compartments, bunks, game table The Force: (optional) ---Yes or No?: No Background: Han Solo was a smuggler and mercenary who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. After being swept up in the war with the Galactic Empire on the side of the Rebel Alliance, Han played a pivotal role in the destruction of the first Death Star. But it was a bittersweet ending after learning of the news of his friend, Luke Skywalker's death. Han stuck around with the Alliance in the proceeding years and along with his co-pilot Chewbacca, offered his assistance where needed and accepted small missions on behalf of the Alliance. This caught the interest of Princess Leia of Alderaan and the two began to form a bond amidst their constant bickering. But when the princess announced her desire to leave and pursue the calling of the Force like Skywalker, this tipped Han over the edge and the time came for him to leave. Giving the excuse that he had debts to pay, Han walked out on the princess and the rest of the Alliance and returned to his previous, carefree life among the stars. He didn't sever his connections with the Alliance completely, however, and in-between paying back Jabba the Hutt and running spice, Han continued to keep tabs on the growth of the Alliance and the princess herself. Although he claimed not to care one way or the other, he was secretly rooting for the Alliance to retain control. -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 TK-2685; Garrison Carida, 501st Legion
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/14 8:05pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	OOC: Ah, at last. Hello, old friends. The following has been approved by Teh JellyWobble(TM) Name: Kane Lavos Gender:M Age:33 Species: Faleen/Human(unknown planetary stock) Homeworld: Roon Known Languages: Basic, Huttese, Bocce, High Galactic, Rodese. Appearance ---Height: 6'1" ---Eye Color: Viridian ---Hair/Fur Color: Black, slight greying on temples ---Skin Color: olive; not-quite-human shiny wax quality to his skin. ---Clothing: Mission-specific, or official imperial tunic with insignia for formal affairs. ---Other: a few blaster scars on torso, and one on back of left hand. Personality: Habits: THe meticulous, ice-cold and merciless destruction of peoples, planets, institions, treaties etc. Likes: The New Order, snubfighter combat Dislikes: Chaos, selfishness, cowardice, melee combat Talents: Genius-level strategist with a penchant for predicting behaviour and adapting missions to cover for all contingencies. Latent force-sensitivity allows for instinctual mind-block defences: a Jedi cannot readily influence or read the thoughts of Kane Lavos. A grasp for politics, small fleet combat and fine eriadu wine appreciation are also notable talents. Weakness: His loyalty to the New Order is myopic, and arrogance in Imperial might is a sometime consequence. Is also vulnerable to massed blaster fire, lightsabers or noxious fumes. Limitations: Force-sensitivity is not at a trainable level. Racial Attributes: Pheremonal control can influence some humanoid species. Affiliation: Empire ---Profession: Imperial Intelligence Officer ---Primary Weapons: S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol, antique. Personal Ship ---Name: Obsidan Apollo ---Model: TIE Phantom ---Accessories: fuel pods for extra long-range insertions, can be gettisoned for dogfighting. The Force: ---Yes or No?: Pfft, no. Background: Kane Lavos was born during the chaos of a decaying Republic; his childhood shortlived, his memories of family cut short. His mother was the victim of local insurrectionist violence on Ord Mantell, his father was also killed during the same period, shot in the back by an unknown assailant. Orphaned, the young boy lived for much time as a street urchin, with only fleeting contact with others, he lived off the scrapes of others, whilst he nursed a bewildered anger at the universe that had stripped him of his loving family so soon, before he was grown enough to truly comprehend what had occurred. Fortutiously enough, a delegation of the Imperial Senate arrived to oversee post Clone War reconstruction of Ord Mantell - not long after the declaration of the New Order - including the magnaminous Senator Deçra Lavos of Roon, who discovered the boy on the streets and quickly set about taking him in as an adoptee (and, given the shrewd Senators mind, a potent symbol of the collective responsibility of all citizens to help heal the wounds of the Clone Wars). The young boy quickly caught up to his peers in education, and very soon surpassed them. Slated for a career in academia (or politics, if his father were to have his way) the Universe once again conspired to push Kane Lavos into another direction. The brewing civil war would not be denied, and soon his family began to come under scrutiny, with allegations of Jedi sympathy and rebel links particularly focused on Kane's adoptive mother, Juuris Lavos. Increasingly finding himself at odds with his father politically, Kane spurned the offers of university education and instead enrolled at the Academy as a pilot. Excelling at his training, prior to graduation he was approached by a member of Imperial Intelligence: the feared new agency arising out of the Bureau to assume control of preserving both the New Order and the stability of all the Emperor's worlds. It was as he went deep into communications blackout to complete his Intelligence training that his mother was found murdered, and his father not long after that assasinated: allegedly by Rebel agents. Initially angered by the culmination of events, he quickly found himself assigned to the outer reaches of the Empire, working his way back into the good graces of his superiors after mapping expeditions in the Unknown regions and infiltrations of criminal cartels on the outer rim. Whilst years have now passed since Kane Lavos entered the ranks of Imperial Intelligence, the burning anger at having lost both his parents - again - stays strong. What's more, Kane Lavos - now a foremost agent and elite officer of Imperial Intelligence - has all the tools he needs to find out who deserves to be the target of that anger...and to settle the score. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC]
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 7/14 8:41pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Uh oh, PoT's here. -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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PulsarSkate Title: Ex-Mod Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 7/14 8:51pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Woo awesome! -----signature----- Lord Jon, Mr Lank & Ms Luna, Purveyors of Anachronistic Atrocities "Encore un moment, monsieur le bourreau, un petit moment!"
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Thok Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 7/14 8:55pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	LAVOS LIVES! -----signature----- Capital Knockers™ Not a bunch of dirty Americans and STILL proud of it! VicFF! "Bring me my red shirt so that my men won't see me bleed." "Sir, i count now 5 enemy ships" "Then bring me my brown pants as well!"
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Hammurabi Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 7/14 11:11pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Jello Approved Name: Anton Banasse Gender: Male Age: 26 Species: Human Homeworld: Alderaan Known Languages: Basic, High Galactic, Bothan Appearance ---Height: 1.8m ---Eye Color: Brown ---Hair Color: Dark brown - nearly black. ---Skin Color: Caucasian tone, but slightly darker than average. ---Clothing: Anton's wardrobe ranges from casual to formal, with enough variety to match just about any occasion. ---Other: Aqualine nose. Personality: Anton's emotions are carefully guarded. Though he's somewhat cerebral, he projects a certain charisma and cheery demeanor. It's a little forced, but it's nearly impossible for anyone (aside from Anton) to notice. Very rarely does Anton reveal his true feelings. Habits: Often paces when he is thinking. A heavy reader. Likes: Literature, music, holofilm. Culture in general. People. Dislikes: War, needless aggression and violence. Pomp and arrogance. Certain aspects of (and figures within) the Empire. Talents: Diplomacy, charm, understanding others, manipulation, analysis. Weakness: Cowardice. Limitations: Anton believes in non-violence. In a fight, he is unlikely to do much at all; even if he does decide to participate, he completely lacks combat experience and very rarely carries a weapon. Racial Attributes: None. Affiliation: Empire ---Profession: Diplomat ---Primary Weapons: None. Personal Ship: None. The Force: No. Background: Born into one of the noble families of Alderaan, Anton comes from substantial wealth. When the Death Star struck Alderaan, Anton was studying Politics on Coruscant; following the event, Anton initially felt devastated, but within a month, he managed to regain emotional balance. On the outside, Anton remained a fun-loving young student - however, the destruction of Alderaan considerably shook up Anton on the inside. For one, he felt he could no longer trust the Empire. For a while, he considered fleeing, but he had no clue as to where he would flee; his only other home was gone (though in time, Anton grew to sympathize with the Rebellion). However, Anton never quite hated the Empire, even though he hates certain aspects of it. Most of Anton's resentment he channelled into a general resentment of war, and Anton made it a goal of his to help bring peace to the galaxy. To that end, he began studying Intergalactic Relations, with some advanced training in diplomacy. His family was one of Alderaan's wealthiest and most influential. Anton is the heir not only of his parents, but of several extended relatives. This gives him quite a bit of influence - even in Coruscant, a city crowded with it. This influence (as well as a fair amount of sympathy - despite his wealth, he is an orphan and a refugee) helped him obtain some of the best diplomatic training in the galaxy, and has helped him secure a top starter diplomatic position with the Empire. Though his career has just begun, he has enough talent, training, and influence to rise fast, and potentially cross over into politics. -----signature----- and i know no one can sing the blues like blind willie mctell
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Lord_Lahmien Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/15 4:56am Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Name: Rass’azi’nurudo (Sazin) Gender: Male Age: 54 Species: Chiss Homeworld: Csilla Known Languages: Cheunh, Basic and the trade languages Appearance ---Height: 1.8 meters ---Eye Color: Red ---Hair/Fur Color: Black ---Skin Color: Blue ---Clothing: He wears the traditional black uniform of a CEDF officer accented with red piping. A neutral grey cape billows from his shoulders to just above his calves. His black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail which hangs to his shoulders. ---Other: None Personality: Severe and brooding. Habits: Likes: Quiet, order Dislikes: Disorder, children and force users Talents: Keen intellect, excellent starfighter pilot and hand-to-hand combatant. Weakness: Limitations: He is bound by his Chiss upbringing to adhere to their laws and regulation to the letter. Racial Attributes: None Affiliation: Empire ---Profession: Chiss Expansionary Force Defense Force Admiral ---Primary Weapons: A Charric blaster and personal shielding Personal Ship (optional) ---Name: Pride of Csilla ---Model: Whirlwind-class Battle Cruiser ---Accessories: Megamasers along traditional turbolasers ---Name: N/A ---Model: Nssis-class Clawcraft ---Accessories: The Force: No Background: Rass’azi’nurudo was born and raise on the Chiss homeworld Csilla, as a member of the Nurudo family he was schooled in the many ways of combat even before entering a formal school. Upon completion of his formal training he entered into service of the CEDF quickly proving himself in battles and defensive action in the Unknown Regions. On a patrol of the borders of Chiss and Imperial space, his starfigher wing encountered a battle between the factions of the Inner galaxy and were ordered to repel the intruders from Ascendancy space. Sazin’s battle group though inflicting major damage to the intruders were vastly outnumbered until finally the commanding officer called for a retreat, with his final order the commander instructed all CEDF forces to return the homeworld and report on the situation. His craft battered and barely space-worthy, Sazin returned to Csilla and delivered his report to the Ascendancy high command. There he learned the only he made it out of the battle alive and was promoted to the rank of Admiral, given command of a Star Destroyer and tasked with a mission to determine the status of the inner galaxy and any threat it may pose to Chiss space.
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SWBob Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 7/15 8:43am Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread - Date Edited: 7/15 8:45am (1 edits total) Edited By: SWBob
	Li Aproved #1 Name: Waleesh Mah Gender: Male Age: 142 Species: Yuuzhan Vong Home world: Domain Mah Worldship Known Languages: Yuuzhan Vong, any language with use of Tizowyrm Appearance ---Height: 6'6” ---Eye Color: Blue-Grey ---Hair/Fur Color: Black ---Skin Color: Blue-Grey ---Clothing: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Command Cloak. ---Other: Various scars and tattoos covering his face and body. Personality: Righteous and unforgiving. Habits: Torturing himself with ritual scarring and time in the Embrace of Pain. Likes: Subservience and war Dislikes: Diplomacy, infidels, and any technology (especially droids) Talents: Excellent martial skill. Can use any Yuuzhan Vong weapon. Proficient tactician. Weakness: Feels rage when surrounded by technology. If surrounded by enough of it he can go into a rage and loose control. Limitations: No physical limitations Racial Attributes: Greater than human strength, extreme tolerance of pain, is unaffected by direct manipulation from the force. Can be effected by object moved by the force. Affiliation: Yuuzhan Vong (allianed with Sith) ---Profession: Supreme Commander ---Primary Weapons: Amphistaff ---Secondary Weapons: Selection of Thud, Razor, and Blast bugs. Small pouch of Blorash jelly. Personal Ship ---Name: Mah Bele ---Model: Miid Ro'ik ---Accessories: Normal complement of weapons and support craft Background: Born on the Domain Mah worldship, Weleesh Mah grew up during the long journey from the ancestral home galaxy of the Yuuzhan Vong. He grew up frustrated at the lack of action that they race had. He was taught that a warrior’s job was to fight yet they had no enemies to fight. After decades of his life being spent training as a warrior and infighting between families, he was elated when word came back that a galaxy had been found that was perfect for invasion. He figured this was the moment he had been training for his whole life. So when descent started to pop up, he was dismayed. Quickly siding with Domain Jamaane, he participated in the Jamaane Coup. For his participation in the coup he was graciously granted the title of Commander. But with some sly maneuvering and tactical killings he was able to take the role of Supreme Commander for himself. He now eagerly awaits their arrival in the galaxy so that he can exercise his power. LI aproved #2 Name: Grayson Handor Gender: Male Age: 27 Species: Human Homeworld: Susevfi Known Languages: Basic, select phrases in Sith Appearance ---Height: 6'0" ---Eye Color: Brown ---Hair/Fur Color: Dyed black ---Skin Color: Caucasian ---Clothing: Jensaarai Armor ---Other: Blaster scar on his left leg Personality: Serious Habits: Tends to rub the scar on his leg when he gets nervious or agitated Likes: Power and order Dislikes: Desent and rebellion. Talents: Knows how to handle many metal bladed weapons as well as a light bladed weapon. Weakness: His alter mind skill is almost non exsitent. Takes tremendous effort to trick even the weakest minds. Limitations: No physical limitations Racial Attributes: N/A Affiliation: Jensaarai ---Profession: Saarai-Kaar ---Primary Weapons: Lightsaber and lightstaff Personal Ship ---Name: Jensaassi ---Model: Armed Lambda-class Personnel Shuttle ---Accessories: 4 laser cannons, one torpedo launcher The Force: ---Yes or No?: Yes ---Affiliation: Jensaarai ---Lightsaber Type: One standard, one Lightstaff much like Nihl had ---Blade Color: One Gold one Silver ---# of Lightsabers: 2 ---Other: Excellent duelist and lightsaber user though his force powers suffer due to the concentration on martial skills. Background: Grayson was born on the planet Susevfi. Born to the Saarai-Kaar, he was able to rise quickly through the ranks of the Jensaarai. Feeling that the galaxy was finally free of the Jedi he made an offering of his services to the Empire. He helped the Empire many times even being grazed by a blaster durring a mission. But the Empire was afraid of him and tried to kill him during a truce on his home planet. His mother, the Saarai-Kaar, jumped in front of the blaster shot and saved his life. Going into a rage, Grayson killed the intire Imperial Envoy. Walking back to his mothers body he picked up his mothers mask and placed it on his face, claiming the title of Saarai-Kaar for himself. He then pronounced on that day, that the Jensaarai will never again side with the Empire or the Jedi and that the only other option would be to side with the Sith outcasts who had just defected from the Empire. Having just made his own armor and mask, fasion afer a krayt dragon, Grayson is about to reach out to the Sith to ask for an audience. -----signature----- "There will be pages. Lots and lots of pages. Most of them will have letters on them, and a vast majority of those letters will be in the Roman alphabet" -Aaron Allston Minister of Internal Affairs and CoW Senator Sith Governer of the NJO Fan Club
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Grand_Admiral_Grant Title: Ex-Mod Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 7/15 9:40am Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Approved by the Iellol one with the awesome day of birth. Name: Drey Sega Gender: Male Age: 29 Species: Human Homeworld: Corellia Known Languages: Basic, limited knowledge of some other languages Appearance ---Height: 182cm ---Eye Color: Green ---Hair Color: Dark Brown Hair ---Skin Color: Pale ---Clothing: Standard Imperial Navy uniform. ---Other: n/a Personality Habits: Ambitious with few moral scruples Likes: Authority, tactics Dislikes: Incompetence Talents: an accomplished naval officer with a working knowledge of ground combat tactics Weakness: Vain, his arrogance Limitations: Overconfidence in his own abilities Racial Attributes: None Affiliation: The Empire and The Emperor ---Profession: Commodore in the Imperial Navy ---Primary Weapons: IR-5 blaster pistol Personal Ship (optional) ---Name: Delyrium ---Model: Lambda-class T-4a shuttle ---Accessories: The cargo hold had been converted into personal quarters and equipped with secure HoloNet transceivers The Force: (optional) ---Yes or No?: No Background: Being born Corellia and having started his military career with CorSec at a young age, he joined the Imperial Navy at the age of 21. As an experienced commander he quickly rose through the ranks and was, shortly after the battle of Yavin, personally selected by Lord Vader to serve in Vaders' Death Squadron, where he was stationed on board of the Executor. However at the time of the battle of Endor, he was on board of the Avenger on a temporary assignment to replace the first lieutenant who displeased the Dark Lord. After the battle of Endor he continued to rise through the ranks until his current position of Commodore in the Imperial Navy.
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Long_Live_The_Rebels Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 7/15 10:25am Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Approved by The_Loyal_Imperial Name: Zepher M’clain Gender: Male Age: 63 Species: Human Homeworld: Etti IV Known Languages: Basic Appearance ---Height: 1.8 meters ---Eye Color: Brown ---Hair/Fur Color: Black ---Skin Color: White ---Clothing: A black color Espos dress uniform ---Other: scar on his left shoulder from a firefight with pirates many years ago, blind in the left eye from a flash grenade at very close range during a raid. Personality: Emotionless, Strategic, loose lipped Habits: Drinking, Gambling, telling stories Likes: Women, Commanding, Hard Liquor, Job Dislikes: Pirates Talents: Command and Control, Good shot Weakness: Women, alcohol, Blind in his left eye. Limitations: Zepher is kind of a big man, he is very clumsy, no force Racial Attributes: none. Affiliation: Corporate Sector Authority ---Rank: Chief of Staff of the CSA Military ---Branch: Military – Naval and Ground ---Station: Etti IV ---Unit: Protector Squadron ---Position: Man in charge of the CSA military Forces ---Primary Weapons: DH-17 blaster pistol Personal Ship: (Flagship) ---Name: Protector ---Model: Bulwark class-Battle Cruiser (modified) ---Accessories: Overhauled to current technology standards Personal Ship: ---Name: Eagle-1 ---Model: Lambda-class Personnel Shuttle ---Accessories: Diplomatic version The Force: ---Yes or No?: No ---Affiliation: ---Lightsaber Type: ---Blade Color: ---# of Lightsabers: ---Other: Background: Zepher grew up from a wealthy family that controlled a significant margin of one of the CSA’s major companies. When he reached adult hood, his parents wanted him to become a CEO of a corporation on day, however he wanted to live an adventurous life. He joined the Espos and on his third mission he faced combat for the first time. He took a flash grenade to his left side of his face during a raid on a pirate hideout in CSA space. Blinded in the fight he ended up taking a blaster shot to the arm which his combat armor did not protect. At the end of the raid he killed a man, which haunts him to this day. His emotions retreated into a shell and only come out after emptying a few bottles. Due to his injuries and refusing treatment, he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming the head of the CSA military. Name: Zach Dron Gender: Male Age: 47 Species: Human Homeworld: Etti IV Known Languages: Basic, Hutteuse Appearance ---Height: 1.7 meters ---Eye Color: Blue ---Hair/Fur Color: Brown ---Skin Color: White ---Clothing: Upper-class Suit, White with gold trims ---Other: Personality: Jolly, outgoing, shrewd, greedy Habits: Likes to put his reputation and name on the line a lot, drinking Likes: Personal Wealth Dislikes: Bribes, Pirates Talents: very persuasive, convincing Weakness: Money, really horrible aim Limitations: No force. Racial Attributes: none. Affiliation: Corporate Sector Authority ---Rank: Executive Officer ---Branch: Civilian ---Position: President ---Primary Weapons: Pocket Blaster Personal Ship: ---Name: Lola ---Model: Lambda-class Personnel Shuttle ---Accessories: Diplomatic version The Force: ---Yes or No?: No ---Affiliation: ---Lightsaber Type: ---Blade Color: ---# of Lightsabers: ---Other: Background: Zach is an outgoing man; he has lived most of his life in luxury. His family owns one of the CSA’s founding corporations. Zach knew from childhood that he would become the CEO of the company; however he did not know that his charm would end up getting him elected the ExO. Zach spends his day going out of his way, putting his name on the table for changes that he wants to make happen, knowing that the Direx Board doesn’t approve of. -----signature----- "An honorable defeat is better than a dishonorable victory." "Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock." "What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in a fight -- it's the size of the fight in the dog."
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Scondren Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 7/15 2:24pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Me= New_York_Jedi(game banned) Typoooo approved Name: Erric Venport Gender: Male Age: 28 Species: Human Homeworld: Grew up on Boz Pity; now maintains a residence on Vandelhelm, due to its access to trade routes. Known Languages: Basic, Ryl (Twi’ek), Huttesse (understands). Appearance ---Height: 5’11’’ ---Eye Color: Hazel ---Hair/Fur Color: dark brown ---Skin Color: fairly light skinned ---Clothing: fairly casual while on ship, dresses up more business like when meeting with customers/clients/legal authorities on planets ---Other: none Personality: Easy going. Interested in history. Considers himself intelligent but not brilliant. Tries to do what he believes is the right thing. Good sense of humor. Habits: touches/scratches the side of his nose when nervous or thinking Likes: Greenput (well enjoys the idea of it; like most people, it frustrates him to no end while he plays it). Enjoys a good ale, but doesn’t overindulge in drinking. His family (wife and infant son) Dislikes: Pirates, snakes, taxes Talents: knack for getting information that will lead to a good business deal Weakness: poor mechanic for someone who is on ship so much Limitations: No Force, Racial Attributes: n/a Affiliation: None ---Profession: Independent Merchant/Trader ---Primary Weapons: Merson DD6 Blaster Pistol Personal Ship (optional) ---Name: Raven ---Model: Ghtroc 720 freighter ---Accessories: Basic model with slightly improved sensors Background: Only son to the trader Drayton Venport. Started working for him at the age of 18, when his father retired Erric took over the family business and their freighter Raven at age 25. Currently lives on Vandelhelm with his wife and 2 year old son, though he is often gone for business. Conducts most of his trade up and down the Rimma, though is often in other areas, particularly the Correlians Trade Spine and Correlian Run. Ambitious with his trade, he is hoping to expand into a larger interstellar shipping force. One more good run should give them enough credits to set up his co-pilot, the Twilek Rekur’van , with is own ship. Has occasionally ferried people before, if the price is right. -----signature----- President of a small african country.
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/15 4:41pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	L_I Approved Name: Myth (Horido Riisar) Gender: Male Age: 23 Species: Rodian Homeworld: Susevfi Known Languages: Basic, Rodian, Binary, and Twi’lek. Appearance ---Height: 5’9” ---Eye Color: Black ---Hair/Fur Color: Green spines ---Skin Color: Green ---Clothing: Black robes over mottled green-gray armor ---Other: Red birthmark in shape similar of a Nebulan B-Frigate on left side of snout Personality: Reserved with deep seated despising of Jedi, with a love of the theatre. Habits: Often adds theatrical spins in situations, practices steps when bored Likes: Twi’leks, the hunt, theatre, and armor/anonymity Dislikes: Being exposed, Hutts, and Jedi Talents: Sharpshooter skilled with the blaster pistol, force, lightsaber passably good, and acting. Weakness: barely has a handle of basic force abilities and can be distracted/sensory overloaded (with flashes of light etc.) so they are unusable, and easily lead around by Sith due to Jensaarai beliefs. Limitations: can’t leap over a fence in armor without making it a force jump and then barely Racial Attributes: good sense of smell, can’t blink, and 3-D surroundings perception Affiliation: Smaller Faction Jensaarai, loosely Sith ---Profession: Bounty Hunter ---Primary Weapons: Briar Pistol, E-11, flash/EM grenades, and lightsaber(as last resort. Personal Ship (optional) ---Name: Shadows Call ---Model: Lambda class armed shuttle ---Accessories: regulation weapons compliment of two lasers and blaster fore, and two blasters aft. Fold out hammocks, corner kitchenette, and cells. The Force: (optional) ---Yes or No?: Yes ---Affiliation: Jensaarai ---Lightsaber Type: Single, dual phase Shoto to regular length blade ---Blade Color: Yellow ---# of Lightsabers: 1 ---Other: (other details about the lightsaber or the force) Background: Having been raised with the namesake of Horido the Grand Protectorate that is heralded with saving the Rodian race through the invention of theatre. It lended to his ruefull personality an added theatrical air which his parents encouraged despite his training in the Jensaarai. This ultimately lead him to neglect some his ‘alone time’ training in the force as he focused on his theatre more, although he succeeded enough with weapons to be granted a Guardian position and armor which has taken with him into the galaxy to help a possible new ally against the evil Jedi, the great and good Sith. But before he makes contact with any one group, like the Saarai-Kaar’s son had ordained, he decided to make a quick name for himself as a bounty hunter first. Before presenting himself to the Sith, or the other groups as a warrior and aid against the Jedi and Empire or others if they turned out to be of the same ilk or possibly responsible for the Saarai-Kaar’s son’s mother’s death. All he had to do now was collect info and send it back to his leader about what factions existed these days and what he could learn about them. Often things were learned as an employee that one never saw while sitting at the negotiating or banquent table. -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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bterrik Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 7/17 8:39am Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread - Date Edited: 7/17 8:40am (1 edits total) Edited By: bterrik
	Did you think this sort of a game could escape my notice? Muahahaha! Typo approved! Name: Byran Terrik Gender: Male Age: 48 Species: Human Homeworld: Coruscant Known Languages: Basic, Sullustan Appearance ---Height: 5’ 11” ---Eye Color: Blue ---Hair/Fur Color: Brown ---Skin Color: White ---Clothing: Standard Civilian Wear, Military Uniform ---Other: A long, jagged scar running up his right forearm Personality: Generally patient and calculating – when he acts, it is with great care. Events which require quick responses are not his forte. Habits: Obsessing about the state of the galaxy, working on research and development projects, sabbac (when there is time) Likes: Liberating systems, freedom, democracy, but also a good wine and good food – sharing time with friends when time and peace allow Dislikes: Oppression, the Empire, Sith, evil in general Talents: Naval tactics, politics, cooking Weakness: Occasionally too patient, acting too slowly, idealistic to a fault (when he doesn’t consciously keep it in check) Limitations: No force, limited used of his right hand Racial Attributes: Humans are very ubiquitous Affiliation: Galactic Alliance ---Profession: Naval Officer, Captain, Commanding Officer, Mon Calamari Cruiser Endurance ---Primary Weapons: Standard Issue Naval Sidearm Personal Ship ---Name: Sky Runner ---Model: Modified YT-2000 personal transport ---Accessories: Bunks, kitchenette, game room, small medical bay Background: Byran was born to a Coruscanti working-class family in the waning days of the Old Republic. Although they lived a relatively simple life, always looking upwards at those able to live in the highest reaches of the city-planet’s tower, they were generally happy and peaceful. His parents were also patriots of the highest order, believing in the righteousness of democracy and the Republic with all their being. They raised Byran with this attitude as well, to fight for and stand up for democracy at every turn – and so it was, when the Clone Wars broke out, it was second nature for Byran to sign up for the war effort. Already 20 at the time and with a solid education, Byran was elected to attend Officer Candidate School, and by the end of the first summer of conflict, he had graduated and was commissioned as an Ensign in the Republic Navy. By war’s end, he had advanced in rank to Lieutenant Commander and had his first taste of command as captain of a small destroyer in the Republic’s fleets. However, he, like the rest of the galaxy, was deceived and as the treachery of the newly-crowned Emperor was made apparent to those receptive to the idea, he returned to the capital. When it became apparent that, in fact, the Emperor was tearing down the pillars of democracy and leaving the Republic in tatters, he used his position to get his family on board his vessel and to take them to the outer rim, taking them on the small, independent mining colony Cloud City above the Bespin gas giant. As much as he wanted to stay with his parents, he knew he could still play an active role in the galaxy. After consulting at length with his senior staff, they decided to commandeer the vessel. They proceeded to a small Imperial outpost at Yag’Dhul and gave the crew and the few officers who wouldn’t go along with the plan an option: leave the ship, or be put off forcibly. There was a small attempt at a counter-mutiny, but they failed to retake the bridge. Approximately half of the crew was not receptive and left the ship, and the other half remained on board. For the next two years, Byran spent time finding allies and marshaling underground support for dissidents of the Empire. He even believes he may have shuttled a few Jedi from time to time as the few that remained attempted to evade death by Lord Vader’s hand. But with a small ship and half a crew, Byran met with little success. He did, however, make a big enough splash to be noticed by Mon Mothma. After several conversations with the former senator, Byran agreed to join her rebellion. And so it was that the destroyer Last Stand became one of the first vessels officially registered in the records of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Byran remained in command of the Last Stand for another few years, but eventually moved on. He was promoted to Commander and assigned command of one of the early Alliance’s few cruisers, the Dreadnaught Sanctity. He led that ship on a number of small, but influential campaigns throughout the intervening years leading up to the Galactic Civil War. As rebellious tensions continued to rise, Byran found himself fanning those flames and recruiting more to the cause of the Rebellion. Having proved his skill in command and his ability to deftly maneuver the delicate political web of the time, he found himself given the assignment of Executive Officer aboard a brand new Mon Calamari Cruiser, the Endurance. The most recent chapter in Byran’s life began at the Battle of Endor. The Endurance was badly damaged by debris from an exploding Imperial Star Destroyer, hit by the Emperor’s Death Star. She did not fare well – although as General Calrissian had guessed, she did better than she would have against the Superlaser. Power failures abounded, and the Captain of the Endurance was killed. Byran took command of the crippled ship, directing repair crews even as medics worked to repair his right arm, which was severely lacerated when the bridge was hit. Refusing to go below to the sickbay, Byran lead the ship clear of the Destroyer’s debris, and managed to hide behind another Star Destroyer before they were again targeted by the Death Star. The magnificent Mon Calamari engineering pulled through, and they were able to restore partial main power and raise shields just before they could be shredded by enemy turbolasers. Although badly wounded, Byran and the Endurance fought hard the rest of the battle, badly damaging or destroying several Imperial Star Destroyers before sustaining enough damage that her weapons were silenced. She was barely able to limp outside the blast range of the exploding Death Star before main power failed again. After the battle, she was in such bad shape that the Admiralty wanted to scuttle the hull and reassign the crew to other vessels. However, with great respect to the ship that had seen them through that horrific battle, Byran lead the crew in disagreeing with the Alliance leadership. A salvage crew was brought in, and under the power of many hyperspace equipped tugs, the massive vessel was brought back to the shipyards of Mon Calamari. It would take almost 16 months in spacedock before the Endurance was ready to depart again. In the meantime, Byran found himself promoted to Captain and he received the Alliance Medal of Honor for his heroic actions at the Battle of Endor. While his ship was being repaired, he participated on a tour of worlds, shaking hands with many Alliance dignitaries and trying to convince unaligned worlds to join with the newly formed Galactic Alliance. Despite the company of real heroes of the Alliance such as Wedge Antilles, Byran was ready to get back into space. At the conclusion of the tour, he oversaw the remaining reconstruction of the Endurance, now upgraded to receive the designation MC-80B. Byran took her out for space trials and shakedowns approximated six months ago, and only recently were the shakedowns, and their associated repairs and adjustments completed. Not three weeks ago, the Endurance was recertified as a combat-ready warship and assigned to active duty in the First Fleet under Admiral Meer. Byran is ready to take his new ship into combat to defend the Galactic Alliance and to take the fight to the Empire and these new Sith wherever and whenever he can. Name: Acuaal Meridan Gender: Male Age: 23 Species: Human Homeworld: Corellia Known Languages: Basic Appearance ---Height: 5’ 7” ---Eye Color: Green ---Hair/Fur Color: Black ---Skin Color: White ---Clothing: Civilian Attire Personality: Excitable and anxious to prove himself Habits: Drinking, excitement, usual early-20s activities Likes: A good ale, an even better party, and being the best and whatever it is he is doing Dislikes: Strict order, the Empire, regimented studying Talents: Smooth talker, sharp mind beneath the young facade Weakness: Women, too much interest in parties, may not be ready for the responsibility being placed in him Affiliation: Galactic Alliance, Jedi Order ---Profession: Jedi Trainee ---Primary Weapons: Blaster Rifle, Training Lightsaber (not one built on his own) The Force: ---Yes or No?: Yes ---Affiliation: Jedi ---Lightsaber Type: Single ---Blade Color: Standard Green ---# of Lightsabers: 1 ---Other: Acuaal has a great deal of potential with the force, although his dislike of regimented training has hindered his realization of that potential. Background: Acuaal was born on Corellia, and lived the standard life of a youth there. He was a bit of a troublemaker, but always had a keen instinct for avoiding authorities. If he was caught, and he was, he was usually able to talk his way out of these situations. After graduating secondary school, he attended the University of Coronet for a year and a half before dropping out. Despite a keen intellect, he was not successful because he always felt that even if he graduated, he was destined for so much more than just a regular career. He partied too often, and struggled to apply himself before giving up, taking what meager savings he had accumulated, and setting out to do some traveling. He saw a great deal of the galaxy around him, and despite the turmoil, he never picked the ship that was raided by pirates, or that ran into a lightfight between the Rebellion and the Empire, or never encountered the kind of trouble that was becoming commonplace throughout the galaxy during the Galactic Civil War. His luck was ledgendary! Or, at least Acuaal thought it was – being that no one else knew about it. Finally, Acuaal returned to Corellia virtually creditless, and prepared himself to enter some dead-end job just to make ends meet while he figured out what to do with his life. On the day of his first interview, however, he received a visitor that would change his life forever. A figure dressed in a deep hooded cloak waylaid him on the street, brining him into an alley. Without even exchanging a word, a datachip was pressed into his palm. Upon returning home that evening (he skipped the interview), he activated it. All it had imprinted upon it were a time and a place, as well as a strange logo at the bottom. Despite his intellectual reservations, his entire being screamed for him to go to that meeting. Never one to doubt his instincts, Acuaal went. There, they met with the shadowy figure again and he, along with several others around his age, learned that they were the descendants of Jedi Knights killed long ago and with half of their line forgotten, avoiding the purges of the Empire. They were offered to be taken for training, to serve in a reborn Jedi Order and to bring peace and justice to the galaxy once more. Acuaal accepted. He has found the rigidity of the Jedi training to be arduous, because despite a natural talent, the training requires the use of skills such as meditation and study that go against Acuaal’s very nature. He himself still feels a great deal of doubt about his readiness to graduate from Jedi training and undergo a Knight’s trial – but the need for Jedi in the Galactic Alliance is staggering, and there is great pressure on the leader of the Jedi – now revealed to be Leia Organa herself – to Knight her earliest students and get them serving on the front lines of the Galactic Alliance. But undo haste is a path to the dark side – a pit that all Jedi are trained to avoid at all costs. Still the time for his Knight’s trial is near. Soon, Acuaal will have to face his fears and strike out on his quest – dark side temptations or no. -----signature----- From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. Error Message 63A-90: The error message failed to display
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GenOochy Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 7/18 8:36am Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread - Date Edited: 7/18 8:57am (1 edits total) Edited By: GenOochy
	Approved by Typo; not-approved for audiences under 16 in most sectors Name: Artemis Kano Eldritch Gender: Male Age: 31 Species: Human Homeworld: Talus Known Languages: Basic, some Huttesse and outer-rim trading languages Appearance ---Height: 166cm ---Eye Colour: Silver ---Hair Colour: Espresso Brown ---Skin Colour: Pale ---Clothing: Usually wears black utility pants tucked into black work boots, with light brown shirts, vest, and a dark brown leather military jacket. Has sun and glare shielding glasses with built-in rangefinders. Personality: Very much a loner, disappointed by a past of failures with other beings. Secretly desires a companion or two, yet expects little. Very introspective; seeks out environments he finds aesthetically pleasing. Jaded towards galactic politics in general, though was a rebel sympathizer. Habits: Drinks stem-caf obsessively; very OCD about tidiness. Likes: Music (constantly has ambient and Dusk music playing aboard his ship and station); stem-caf; quiet; views of space and nebulas. Dislikes: Most forms of authority, such as police or security; as well as pirates (and considers the first two merely sanctioned pirates); the Imperials and the New Republic; chaotic, fast-paced environments Talents: Usually effective at solving mechanical and computer problems, as well as situational issues. Weakness: Tends to come off as untrusting, which makes other beings trust him less. Less than perfect criminal record in Imperial and Republic space. A couple of outstanding warrants as a ‘being-of-interest‘ in a murder case. Limitations: Not physically in shape, as he has spent years in space confined to his station and ship. Affiliation: None as of yet ---Profession: Salvager and trader ---Primary Weapons: 8.2mm Slug-thrower pistol; 11.5mm slug thrower assault rifle with plasma grenade launcher attachment; vibro-short sword Personal Ship ---Name: The Lucretia’s Reflection ---Model: Wolatarian Marian-class Industrial Frigate ----Length: 129m ----Maximum acceleration: 75,400kph/hour ----Maximum speed (atmosphere): 820kph ----Engines: Six Antar Industrial Works 4276 megawatt XZ-72b Duel Ion Propulsion Engines ----Armaments: Four 65mm quad autocannon turrets; three dual laser cannons; two 120mm rocket pods -- All computer controlled. ---Accessories: Living quarters; multiple storage bays; salvage arms and tractor beams; escape pod. Station Description: ---Name: Rochester Depot (Eldritch Salvage and Supply) ---Model: Revamped Vitus-class Mining Outpost (Visiting repair ship in foreground) ---Armaments: Eight 115mm quad autocannon defense turrets ---Description: (From top to bottom) Multi-band transmission antennas; central computer system to control droids and monitor potential threats, as well as inbound vessels; observation deck and living quarters; (node extending to left foreground) (extended node to far right) main docking port and bar/store front; (midsection) fighter and cargo hanger bay; (small nodes around midsection) defense turret platforms and dock for the Lucretia‘s Reflection; (node extending out to distant left) reactor and atmosphere/water recirculation systems; automated storage areas and scanner arrays. The observation deck is a well-decorated (in deep reds, gold and brown) private deck for Eldritch’s own enjoyment. The view is of a large, dark purple and blue nebula, with the nearest star well over a light-year away. Off to the backside of the deck is a prep area, ’fresher and bedroom. A side door leads to the store front, which hosts a small bar where he can mix drinks for customers (with some illegal additives if requested). Atmospheric and Dusk music from across the galaxy plays constantly in all rooms, and the lighting is dim and warm. There are around 60 onboard droids acting in their own capacity to carry out task. Eldritch is the only living creature routinely onboard. When he leaves, on-board computers prevent landing and defend the station, though Eldritch never is more than a 45 minute jump from the station (about 22 light-years). The Force: No Background: Eldritch was born as Allan Toziar on the Corellian world of Talus, where he spent most of his life in an upper-middle class environment. He spent sometime in the starship factories in lower management. During this time he had several friends, including a lover, who were involved in anti-authoritarian organizations loosely connected to the rebel alliance. During a round-up of dissidents, Eldritch was shortly imprisoned and then released as he had no serious involvement. Most of his close friends and his lover at the time were imprisoned for life or executed. The arrest cost him his job and citizen status on the planet, and he took what savings he had and moved to the mid-rim world of Tuttin IV. He repeatedly got ripped-off, before managing to begin building a business of engine supplies. While on the planet, he also became very interested in the Dusk music scene, and helped support and manage an upcoming band. During this time, his business quickly turned into a multi-million credit enterprise; however, two of his partners had set the business up to embezzle millions and leave him holding several million in debts. Eldritch discovered the plan and realizing the deep organized crime connections, decided against going to the authorities and instead killed both of the partners and took the money himself, fleeing out to a group of systems inhabited mostly reclusive race known as Wolatarians. Changing his name, he used the credits to buy an old mining station and an industrial ship and moved in alone, finding the solitude of space and random passers-by a more pleasant existence. He receives usually four to eight visitors every standard week, including a supply train that services remote outposts near the Wolatarian systems. Most of his other visitors are merchants, looters or the private security firm Ghost Security, whose Vandar Warrior-class patrol boats drop by for drinks a couple times a week. -----signature----- http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Wolatarians "..We've got the Empire, now as then. We don't doubt; we don't take direction.. ..Lucretia, my reflection. Dance the ghost with me.."
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Zandoran_Celix Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 7/19 1:17pm Subject: RE: The Shattered Galaxy: Information and Game Profiles thread
	Typo Approved Name: Nakir Tal'Orar, AKA Nak Gender: Male Age: 33 Species: Human/Mandalorian Homeworld: Onderon Known Languages: Basic, Huttesse, Shyyriwook, Mando'a (Knows some words and Phrases) Appearance ---Height: 1.83 Meters ---Eye Color: Green ---Hair/Fur Color: Black ---Skin Color: dark tan ---Clothing:Black and Gold Mandalorian beskar'gam ---Civilian Attire: Black body armor with a black undershirt. Long brown Trench Coat. Brown military style fatigues. Military style boots. ---Other: On his left arm is the Mythosaur skull, symbol of the Mandalorians. On his right arm is an elaborate pattern of what looks like tribal symbols and razor wire. Personality: Nak is the quiet type. Hes very observant and can file away little and large details to be remembered and reviewed later. Trained as partially a Soldier, but mostly as a mercenary he has the tendency to take charge of situations as art of a ploy to mask his nervousness. Habits: He tends to be abrasive when around those less tolerant of his kind,when he is like this he will start fights, even if he can not win. He also enjoys his meals and will eat just about anything, and drink just about anything. Likes: He likes cleaning his weapons and acquiring new ones. He also enjoys the Hunt when being a Mercenary/Bounty Hunter Dislikes: Force Users. He believes that they are arrogant and think themselves more important and above the laws. He also hates the law and any authority that tries to force him to do things he does not wish to. Talents: He can pretty much learn how to use any weapon that he has in his possession. Weakness: The fact that he empathizes with other Sentients and is more merciful when at times a ruthlessness is required. Limitations: Not a Force User. Limited piloting Skills Racial Attributes: Unique Armor Affiliation: Galactic Alliance ---Profession: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter ---Primary Weapons: Two handheld Blaster pistols. A Long Range Rifle, Two Knives, and a beskad ----Secondary Weapons: Assault Rifle, Back up Blaster Pistol. Personal Ship: N/A The Force: N/A Background: Nakir Tal'Orar was born on Onderon to a nomadic couple whom called the planet there home for less than a year. Both were Mandalorians but chose to do less Mercenary and Bounty Hunter work and try to more merchant work. When Nak was born they named him a name in an old language that meant Justice. It is unknown why they did not use the Mando'a form of the word Justice, but it is clear that they felt their son was meant for something great. They chose his last name to be different from theirs, again the reasons are unknown. In Mando'a Naks last name means, in literal translation, Blood Thunder. Nak grew up with the same nomadic lifestyle as his parents, but as he grew older his father took him to Mandalore to learn the way of the Mando'ade. As an adiik, Nak learned as much, if not more, from observing others as he did from the instructions given to him by those helping to train him. By the time he was an adult he wasn't the best warrior, but he was one of them. He was also well known as a good al'verde. Once he left Mandalore, he became a Mercenary and Bounty Hunter. Often he would lead several ner'vod into conflicts that required more than one body for the mission to be successful and gained a lot of trust and respect among the other Mandos. He ended up with Manda'lor Fenn Shysa, along with Boba Fett on a mission. During which Fett and Shysa both died. It had been Shysa's wish for Fett to be Mandalore, but with both having been killed, Nak had no clue what to do. He returned to Mandalore and told a man, a young man,Goran Beviin , what had happened. It was Beviins thoughts that this meant Nakir should take the title. He was a good enough man and would lead them well. Nak felt otherwise and left Mandalore in search of more work. As he was out, the War within the Galaxy hit full tilt and caused a great commotion. Now the Empire was under new leadership, the Rebel Alliance now was known as the Galactic Alliance and the Sith were a power all their own wanting another darksider to rule like Palpatine had. During the course of the new war, Mandalore was attacked and its people scattered. Nakir now moves within the Galaxy collecting the scattered people of Mandalore, hoping to keep Mandalore from being conquered by choosing the right side to join. -----signature----- Acolytes of Revan, Revanite Scholar, Phantom Blade of Revan Phedron Nero, Dominion of Darkness Zytek Celix, Templars of Twilight Mandalore the Sentinel of the EUC Mandalorians Imperial Knight in the EUC
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