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Class: Force-User, Imperial Knight
Name: Jean LeBlanc
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Spoken Language: Basic
Other Languages: Rodian, Hutteuse,

Appearance
---Height: 6'2"
---Eye Color: Blue, yet change to a yellow when enraged.
---Hair/Fur Color: Black
---Skin Color: Tan
---Clothing: Black Cloak, Black Robes, and Tunic with leather boots and belt.
---Other:

Personality:
Habits: Using force lightning to cook his food.
Likes: A good duel
Dislikes: Enemies of the Empire
Talents: The Force
Weakness:
Limitations: None
Racial Attributes: None


Affiliation: Imperial Knights
---Rank: Apprentice
---Branch: N/A
---Station: Coruscant
---Unit: N/A
---Position: TBA
---Primary Weapons: Double Bladed lightsaber with twin Silver blades, which can turn to black at the User's will. It is formed by two single sabers connected together at the hilt to form a double edged blade.

Personal Ship
---Name: Blackhawk
---Model: YT-2400
---Accessories: 6 Concealed Laser Cannons(forward arc), 1 Quad Laser Turret. Twin mounted concussion missle launchers

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Emperor's Hand
---Title: Apprentice
---Force Abilities: TBA
---Force Weakness: TBA
---Lightsaber Type: See Above
---Blade Color: Obsidian
---# of Lightsabers: 3
---Other: Unknown

Bio: On of the few Emperor's Hand's that existed in service of the empire, Jean was one of the most trained of Palpatine's students. His last mission before the death of his Masters was to find the elusive Sith Infiltrator piloted by Darth Maul in the years prior to the clone wars. He currently has had no success in finding the ship, but the meere thought of finding it seems to be a point of motivation for the man. After the death of Palpatine, he chose to have his loyalty remain with the empire, and not the sith whom started the civil war. In doing so, he became a younger member of the Imperial Knights. He is eager to continue his training and be promoted to the full rank of knight.

Class: Soldier
Name: Randal Duflin
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 44
Species: Human
Homeworld: Chandrilla
Spoken Language: Basic, Cheunh
Other Languages: Hutteuse

Appearance
---Height: 5'8"
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: Black
---Skin Color: Fair
---Clothing: Imperial General's Uniform
---Other:

Personality:
Habits: Putting his life in higher risk situations when he shouldn't, like still flying Sorties.
Likes: His Family
Dislikes: Untrustworth people.
Talents:
Weakness: Old injury to his left shoulder can be re-agitated at times.
Limitations: No Force
Racial Attributes: (None)

Affiliation: Empire
---Rank: Grand Admiral
---Branch: Imperial Navy - Onyx Squadron
---Station: Fondor
---Unit: Onyx Squadron
---Position: Head of the Imperial Navy
---Primary Weapons: Dl-47

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: Onyx-1
---Model: Sienar Fleet Systems Tie Defender
---Accessories: Shield System, dual warhead launchers, Quad Lasers, dual Ion Cannons, Hyperdrive.

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: Sensitive
---Affiliation:
---Title:
---Force Abilities:
---Force Weakness:
---Lightsaber Type:
---Blade Color:
---# of Lightsabers:
---Other:

Background: A widower to a wonderful woman, Randal currently only has his job and his son to keep his life going. This is the main reason behind his tendencies to still fly missions with the rest of the squadron he directly oversees. His son, 20, is also a pilot in the Starfighter Corps and is a damn good pilot as well, yet does not get out of the office as much due to Randal's wishes. Randal cares too much for his family and his empire. Without then he would be just a shell of a man. If anything, all he needs these days is for someone to love him as an equal and understand him as he is.

 

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Typo Approved

Name: Vincent Mikaru
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Echani
Homeworld: Coruscant
Known Languages: Basic, Droidspeak (understands)

Appearance IMAGE
---Height: 6'5
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: White
---Skin Color: pale
---Clothing: variation of normal Jedi garb. Longer Tabards, and the vest goes down in the back like a cape.
---Other: Shoulder Tattoos as per tradition of his family

Personality: Vincent had an extremely high IQ 184 by normal standards, but he was also slightly obsessive compulsive. This lead to him leading a 'highly scheduled life' which is what lead him to do things long before they were necessary. He became a knight long before expected because of this, as he trained constantly.

This also lead him to be extremely bored in life. He was always doing things before they needed to be done so he was constantly without anything to do. It was very easy to tell when Vincent had nothing to do, or when he was bored. He would either sit in his room and read or wander the halls of the temple.

He could be quite, monochromatic about things at times. Responding with the tone more of a droid than an organic individual. It wasn't because he was cold or emotionless, it was just when his mind was focused on something it stayed focused there. This lead him to be very absent minded, he was known to walk with his nose buried in a holobook or a datapad and be so enthralled in it that he would walk into doors or walls. He has on several occasions wondered into other peoples quarters while in this state of mind.
Habits: Reads a lot, works on holopads a lot, when he does this he tends to be very focused as stated above. He'll walk absentmindedly into things sometimes as well. In times of stress or distraction he'll mumble or ramble.
Likes: Cooking, Books, Ship Design, listening to opera styled music.
Dislikes: loud noises, disorder, bothersome questions, bothersome question askers.
Talents: He's pretty skilled with both the blaster and the lightsaber.
Weakness: due to his nature he could very easily miss a fine detail if he's not paying attention. He's also not very skilled in the force, only your average jedi knight level.
Limitations: He has issues following orders from the council, as he believes that there are somethings they are just to blind to see.
Racial Attributes: Echani ? Above average speed and agility, adept at martial arts. Below average strength (even with force)


Affiliation: Jedi(Rogue)
---Profession: Nomadic Jedi Knight
---Primary Weapons: Lightsaber lightsaber image
ACP Gun

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: The Rosary
---Model: Sentinel-class landing craft
---Accessories: Civilian weaponry (4 light laser cannons 1 light ion cannon). 'bunk room' from converted Troop hold. ?Master Bedroom? from converted equipment hold. ?Small craft maintenance bay? from converted Speeder Bike hold.
Image of Ship

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Jedi
---Title: Knight
---Lightsaber Type: Single
---Blade Color: Silver
---# of Lightsabers: 1
---Other: Firkrann crystal.

Background: Vincent was born to a moderately wealthy family on Coruscant. His parents, were one of the few examples of Aristocratic Humility. They showed general concern for those who lived in status below them, an aspect that was bred into Vincent.

The Mikaru Family were members of a small shipwrights guild. It was almost as if ship and mechanical design was bred into their genetics as nearly every biological Mikaru excelled in the field. Vincent was no exception to the rule, though he was

 

Jello Approved


Name: Naera Paramin
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Species: Human
Homeworld: Spira
Known Languages: Basic, Bocce, Hapan

Appearance
---Height: 5'6"
---Eye Color: Yellow-Green
---Hair/Fur Color: Honey Blonde
---Skin Color: Lightly tan
---Clothing: Although Imperial Advisors are noted for their strange dress, Naera has a tendency to wear slim tops and straight-legged, flowing pants or skirts. She wears deep emerald greens and blacks.
---Other: Copious freckles, swimmer's physique

Personality: Although she has a generally optimistic demeanor, she is very pointed in her remarks and fiercely loyal to the Emperor.
Habits: Constantly fiddling with her hair
Likes: Political intrigue, hot tea, fine dining, flying
Dislikes: Being at the service of others (except the Emperor, of course), city life
Talents: Seeking out people's intentions and desires, swimming
Weakness: Has a few issues with authority
Limitations: Being a female advisor comes with a whole rainbow of respect issues from other male advisors
Racial Attributes: Typical human attributes


Affiliation: Empire
---Profession: Imperial Advisor
---Primary Weapons: None specifically; during heated times in the Imperial Court, she will carry a small side-arm.

Personal Ship --- None at present.

The Force
---Yes or No?: Potentially.
---Affiliation: TBD
---Title: TBD
---Force Abilities: TBD
---Force Weakness: TBD
---Lightsaber Type: TBD
---Blade Color: TBD
---# of Lightsabers: TBD
---Other: TBD

Background: Naera is not your typical Imperial Advisor. She likes to throw punches with the big boys, but her background would not have been a predictable road to Imperial greatness. Naera grew up on the vacation world, Spira, her parents being some of the few humans there. They held roles as employees at resorts around the planet. Naera, in the mean time, grew up swimming but making plans to leave Spira and make herself known to the Empire. She flew to Coruscant and worked her way into the Imperial Court. Due to her shrewd political mind, everyone grew to know her, and by reputation was invited to meet the new Emperor. He hand-picked her to be one of his Imperial Advisors, but this will not be her last stop on the road to Imperial greatness.

 

Name: Alec Garonnin, styling himself Darth Sanguinis.
Gender: Male.
Age: 44.
Species: Human.
Homeworld: Mastala.
Known Languages: Basic, Sith.

Appearance
---Height: 1.88 meters
---Eye Color: Green.
---Hair/Fur Color: Black.
---Skin Color: Pale.
---Clothing: Black and maroon zeyd-cloth robes, with a clasp bearing the emblem of House Garonnin pinned to the front of his robes.
---Other: Neatly-trimmed goatee.

Personality: Pleasant in manner, unless angered beyond all self-control. Inclined to treat prisoners as "guests," until they prove uncooperative. At times, megalomaniacal.
Habits: Interrogating prisoners and uncooperative allies, persuasion by force, and gunboat diplomacy.
Likes: Torture, Dagoban bentaxne berry tea, executions, and opera.
Dislikes: Pacifists, heavy isotope music, disobedience, saffa paintings, and sentient rights.
Talents: Charisma that enables him to bind the Sith together, interrogation, and a deep wellspring of facts and knowledge in his mind.
Weakness: Easily obsessed, cannot forget or forgive perceived slights on his honor, will not accept being disobeyed regardless of reasons, and inclined to see everything as part of someone's scheme.
Limitations: Mostly unskilled in the arts of lightsaber combat and has no experience in piloting starfighters. Tactical ability is mediocre at best.
Racial Attributes: None

Affiliation: Sith
---Profession: Grand Inquisitor, styling himself Dark Lord of the Sith
---Primary Weapons: Lightsaber

Flagship
---Name: Demar Agol
---Model: Lictor-class dungeon ship
---Accessories: Energy cages, holding cells, and sparring chambers.

The Force:
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Sith
---Lightsaber Type: Single
---Blade Color: Red
---# of Lightsabers: 1
---Other: Excels in sensing deception. Specializes in affecting the minds of others with the Force. Attempting to establish himself as a practitioner of Sith magic.

Background: Born on the rocky world of Mastala in the Senex Sector, Alec Garonnin was the heir of the Ancient House of Garonnin, which counted itself amongst the oldest and most influential of the Ancient Houses of the Senex Sector. His talent with the Force was something which went unnoticed for many years, but still not quite unused. It manifested itself as a natural ability to distinguish lies from truth, and more than once over the years his "mysterious" skills saved him from death or capture at the hands of conspirators and enemies of his house.

One night, however, would change everything. During a heated argument with a member of a rival noble house, the man before him dropped dead on the spot, without a hand ever being laid upon him. The other members of the noble's house would have taken revenge that night, had Alec not been carried off in the darkness by the members of the Secret Order of the Emperor, also called the Prophets of the Dark Side. They had sensed his ability to manipulate the Force and tell truth from deception, and had decided to "recruit" him into the service of their Emperor.

Alec knew little of what this Force was, but he understood from his talks with the Prophets that it was a form of power, something which he had a strong desire for. Hungering for more of what he had tasted that night, he willingly swore allegiance to the Emperor, and in turn was made a member of the Imperial Inquisitorius. Climbing through the ranks of the Inquisitors, he established himself as an expert in matters of torture and interrogation, able to extract the truth from even the most unwilling of subjects who were brought before him. Eventually, he reached the vaunted position of Grand Inquisitor, head of the entire Inquisitorius, but it was not to last.

When the Emperor fell, Alec saw his chance. Taking the Inqui

 

Character Profile Sheet: TLI APPROVED

Name: Xander Malifi (has secretly chosen his Sith name: Darth Sicarius)
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Entuuran
Homeworld: Entuur
Known Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, Dosh (Trandoshians) and Vong

Appearance
---Height: 5'11
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: White
---Skin Color: Ashen/grey hued
---Clothing: Here is the clothing style, except change the color scheme. The purple is now black in color, and the gold is now platinum in color.
---Other: Nothing

Personality: Has a sense of self assurance. Is skeptical of others, he always believes there is some other motive behind the actions and words of those he deals with. Is unscrupulous in his dealings with others, both in or out of the Sith order. Has no cares for the well being or emotional state of others, unless it benefits him in some way.
Habits: Strives to have none, habits are dangerous. He has been known to enjoy a fine cigarra from time to time though.
Likes: Sadist, loves to cause and witness the suffering (both physical and emotional) of others. Ancient Sith knowledge, especially in regards to Sith sorcery and alchemy. Cultures that engage in giving/receiving pain.
Dislikes: Weak minded individuals.
Talents: Torture, Lightsaber use.
Weakness: Impatience towards those he feels are beneath him, and ego.
Limitations: At times will underestimate those he deals with, this is something that may cause him serious problems down the road.
Racial Attributes: None.


Affiliation: Sith
---Profession: Blademaster, Chief Inquisitor
---Primary Weapons: The Force, Lightsaber and a Sith Lanvarok worn on his right forearm.

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: Seeker
---Model: Condor Light Freighter
---Accessories: bunks, kitchenette, interrogation/torture room, 2 holding cells, common area for passengers.

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Sith
---Lightsaber Type: Single
---Blade Color: Red
---# of Lightsabers: 2
---Other: Platinum colored quadanium steel hilts.

Background: Xander was involved in Emperor Palpatine's Empire since the day he was eligible for officer training, and in fact so was his father. Following in the family tradition, he sought placement in the Imperial Intelligence, and quickly took to the role.

Having drawn the attention of a high ranking Inquisitor early in his career, he was eventually recommended for entry into the Inquisitorius. There he flurished, and his love for torture and innate connection to the Force caused him to quickly rise through the ranks.

Upon the death of the Emperor Xander was a stalwart supporter of the Inquisitorius' intent to see one of their own placed upon the throne of the Empire, and backed the call for the organizations separation from the faction when Iaius I Jello was named Emperor.

Having shown his ability and seeming loyalty to the Inquisitorius, he was named Blademaster of the former Inquisitorius now turned Sith Order. It is a role he does not take lightly, and he fully believes that one day he will be the heir to the Sith throne.

 

Typo approved

Class: Swordsman-Soldier
Name: Aeryn Eginhart
Nickname: Sabre
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Spoken Language: Basic
Other Languages: None that she's fluent in.

Appearance
---Height: 5'7
---Eye Color: They change from blue, violet, green and gray. They always have gold flecks.
---Hair/Fur Color: Brass and silver spun together. Chin-length and shaggy
---Skin Color: Ivory
---Clothing: Black pants, black military shirt that has a top few buttons unbuttoned, a red diagonal hanging belt, and black boots with crimson tape wrapped around them. Around her neck is a set of dogtags. When she goes to battle she wears crimson light armor consisting of leg guards, chest plate, shoulder guard and arm guards.
---Other: Her ears are pierced three times.

Personality: Due to her youth, Aeryn tends to be naive and doesn't think before acting. she is quite smart but like many kids her age, human and non-human, she hides it behind a devil-may-care recklessness. She is very loyal to those she likes but has an outwardly polite attitude to everyone else. She is insubordinate when she thinks a decision is stupid [Very often for her] and will not leave a comrade behind no matter what. She is a courageous young woman who is not afraid to fight what she believes in but this has the tendency to work against her. She is upfront causing people to think she is being rude. She is still coming into her own as a fighter and a leader so she has much to learn. Many of her higher-ups are confident that with experience she will prove herself.
Habits: She has the habit of saying stupid things she does not mean when nervous. She's also very clumsy.
Likes: Speed [Fast things. tongue ], swords, swearing in other languages so no one knows what she's saying, having a say in something, and physical sports.
Dislikes: Waiting, people looking down on her because of her youth or gender, having this hidden from her, stupid leaders, liars and suicide missions.
Talents: Her Sword skills, rudimentary piloting skills [she prefers swoops], average martial arts skills and basic command.
Weakness: She can get violent when she thinks someone is making a decision that is morally wrong. People often get shoved into walls when this happens.
Limitations: She has no force abilities, she lacks experience, she's also clumsy making her a terrible spy and her unusual hair and eyes make her noticeble
Racial Attributes: Determination


Affiliation: Galactic Alliance
---Rank: Lieutenant
---Branch: Army
---Station: Mon Calamari as of now
---Unit: Crimson Wolves
---Position: Recently annointed Squad leader
---Primary Weapons: Favors old weaponry. She uses a vibrosword modified for her use but also carries a classic DC rifle. Strapped to her leg is a short sword. Her sword has a slightly curved blade with no guard. Imprinted on the hilt is a white tiger.



Background: Aeryn was born on Corellia as the youngest of several children. Her family owned a farm but when she was 4, her father gave up farming and they moved to the city. As originally a farm girl, many of the city brats did not approve of her entering their territory but she got by. Her family strived to get their youngest daughter into a good school, hoping that she could make something of herself. She attended school and got good marks but that did not stop her from running the streets. She learned some street fighting from a local gang but that's not what really excited her. She found out from sneaking out late at night, that what she really loved was swoop biking. The pure exhiliaration thrilled her to no end. Thus she began swoop biking. Though the local enforcement suspected she was involved, she was never caught. She finished her normal schooling at 14. She drifted around awhile on Corellia, not sure what to do with her life to the great disappointment of her parents. She learned about the Rebel Alliance from a passing soldier when she was 15, 2 years before Endor. Sure they would not let a kid in, she managed to

 

TLI Approved

Name: Nial Declann
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Species: Human
Homeworld: Socorro, Outer Rim Territories
Known Languages: Galactic Basic, Bocce, Huttese, Durese

Appearance
---Height: 5'10"
---Eye Color: Brown
---Hair/Fur Color: Black
---Skin Color: Black
---Clothing: Often wears his white Grand Admiral's uniform
---Other: No tattoos or piercings. Several minor battle scars on his body, especially his trunk.

Personality: Extremely intelligent, quick-witted, humble, loyal (to those he deems worthy of his loyalty), moody/volatile (anger management issues)
Habits:
-Tends to pace when nervous or agitated
-Chews his fingernails
-Is a screamer when angered and then feels guilty later
Likes:
-Military
-Order
-Peace
-Justice
-History
-Knowledge
Dislikes:
-Stupidity
-Laziness
-Unnecessary violence
-Cruelty
-Intolerance (one of the few areas where he strongly disagreed with his Imperial masters: he felt non-humans should be accorded an equal opportunity to serve and prove themselves capable)
Talents:
-Military leadership
-Public speaking
-Marksmanship
-Bravery
Weaknesses:
-Lightsabers
-Interpersonal relationships
-Anger management
Limitations:
-He is not power hungry (a limitation for a Sith)
-He is not 'evil' and does not really consider himself a Dark Force user (another limitation for a Sith)
-Occasional self-esteem issues which cause him to think others think poorly of him
Racial Attributes: Standard human attributes


Affiliation: Sith (current), Galactic Empire (former)
---Profession: Grand Admiral, Dark Side Adept
---Primary Weapons: BlasTech DL-44 blaster pistol (he likes the improved accuracy and punch as compared to the standard DH-17), lightsaber (still learning that skill though)

Personal Ships
---Name: Recondite
---Model: Imperial II-class Star Destroyer

---Name: Hawk One
---Model: Sienar Fleet Systems TIE/D Defender

The Force:
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Sith
---Lightsaber Type: Single
---Blade Color: Silver (for him, silver represents honor and noble strength)
---# of Lightsabers: 1
---Other: His lightsaber is very plain (basically it is a simple metallic cylinder). He excels at battle meditation, telepathy and mind control/persuasion.

Background: Nial Declann was born on the planet of Socorro in the Outer Rim Territories. Although he was very Force Sensitive (high midi-chlorian count), he was never noticed by the Jedi Order, or if he was, he was rejected out of hand by them and never even interviewed as a child. His family was quite average: his father owned small business that specialized in selling used hovercar parts and his mother was a teacher at a local school. As a child, he was a bit of a loner in school, although he was an excellent student. He came of age during the Clone Wars and, because of his intellect and knowledge of mathematics, he was sent to the Republic Naval Academy and trained as a fighter pilot. Quickly, he would make ?Ace? and distinguish himself in space combat. After the rise of the Empire, he would fly TIE craft, actually being one of the first pilots rated on a TIE Defender. His Force Sensitivity was noticed and, against his own wishes, he was sent to the planet Dromund Kaas to receive training in the Dark Side of the Force by the so-called Prophets of the Dark Side. While undergoing his training, he continued to be involved in the Imperial Navy and he excelled in using the Force for battle meditation, allowing him to quickly prove himself as one of the top military leaders in the Galactic Empire. He would be stationed on the Second Death Star at Endor, but the Force would save him from an untimely death. He claimed that minutes before the infamous attack run to the core of the battlestation, he felt a premoniti

 

Typo Approved

Class: Pilot
Name: Bilt
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Species: Feeorin
Homeworld: Unknown
Known Languages: Basic, Feeorin

Appearance
Height: 2.2 meters
Eye Color: Black
Hair/Fur Color: None
Skin Color: Gray
Clothing: Action gear with ammo belt, pilot jumpsuit
Other: Pilot tattoo on left arm

Personality: Somewhat short-tempered, Bilt is always wanting to do whatever he can. If that means doing a little something extra during a mission, he'll try to do it. Also, he can get ticked-off really easily, especially if things are going wrong or if he has to wait a long time to do something. Otherwise, he's strong-willed and ready to help out whne the need arises.
Habits: Gets in over his head on missions, runs out of blaster power packs during battles.
Likes: Flying, working in a group, not having to wait
Dislikes: Imperials, philosophy, having to wait
Talents: Piloting, leading, decent shot
Weaknesses: Headstrong, makes some bad decisions
Limitations: No Force, not extremely fast
Racial Attributes: Long life (Feeorin)

Affiliation: Alliance
Profession: Squadron Commander
Branch: War
Unit: Snapper Squadron
Primary Weapons: Several blasters, portable missile launcher, thermal detonators, vibro-axe hidden in gear.

Persoanl Ship:
Name: Piston
Class: Modified E-Wing starfighter.
Features: 2 laser cannons, ion cannon, 6 concussion missiles, 6 proton torpedoes, extra power generator, R7 astromech droid named "Cam".

The Force:
Yes or No: No
Affiliation: N/A
Lightsaber Type: N/A
Blade Color: N/A
# of Lightsabers: N/A
Other: None

Bio: With the Feeorin homeworld destroyed many millenia before, Bilt, the "fearless" leader of Snapper Squadron, grew up on an undetermined planet in the Outer Rim territories. As he grew into his teens, he borrowed a ship and traversed farther into the Core worlds. Arriving on Coruscant a few years after the birth of the Galactic Empire, Bilt realized that he did not want a governing body that ruled by fear and manipulation. When word got out that the Rebel Alliance, a ragtag group of freedom fighters, were looking for able pilots, he answered the call.

In his youth, Bilt had displayed a knack for piloting things. Still, he felt the need to be more of a risk-taker,a dn thus got himself into some sticky situations. However, he was good enough to escape and fight another day. As a gifted leader, he gained respect for his cunning and bravery, moving quickly up the pilot ranks. Now, after the dissolution of the old Empire and Rebel Alliance, Bilt proved himself leader of Snapper Squadron, a notorious group known for their aggressive tactics and penchance to put the "bite" on opponents. When not in his personal starfighter, Bilt can be found training himself for ground combat. Although not the best shot in the galaxy, Bilt carries around many weapons, including several blasters, a portable missile launcher, and lots of thermal detonators. For close-quarters combat, he can use a vibro-axe hidden in his gear for self-defense.

 

TypoCelchu Approved

Name: Fedar Sen.
Gender: Male.
Age: 80.
Species: Draethos.
Homeworld: Thosa.
Known Languages: Basic.

Appearance
---Height: 1.8 meters.
---Eye Color: Dark blue.
---Hair/Fur Color: None.
---Skin Color: Indigo.
---Clothing: Loose fitting cloth shirt and pants, mostly earth tones with a few traces of silver on the cuffs, collar, and along the bottom edge of his robe.
---Other: A single scar along his right arm from an emergency landing he had.

Personality: Strategic, intelligent, studious, honor bound, and protective.
Habits: Almost always tinkering to improve his fighter.
Likes: Piloting, training in Martial Arts, studying Galactic history, fighting the Empire.
Dislikes: The Empire and all who threaten the freedom of the galaxy.
Talents: A highly skilled pilot and combatant.
Weakness: Not particularly patient, his emotions are one of the few things he never quite managed to master.
Limitations: Is telepathic but only to the extent of communication, he can't invade or take control of another beings mind.
Racial Attributes: Natural Telepath and warrior (Draethos.) Is also a skilled pilot(there have been several skilled Draethos pilots.) Long lifespan(Draethos)

Affiliation: Galactic Alliance
---Profession: Fighter Pilot
---Primary Weapons: Modified D15S carbine taken from a fallen clone and a DH-17 blaster pistol.

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: Astrum Aquila.
---Model: Custom built interceptor class fighter.
---Accessories: Six engines, two missile arrays, two proton torpedo bays, two laser cannons. Multi-wavelength shield array(concussion, particle, ray, disruptor.) bottom mounted disruptor capable barbs(pierce enemy fighter hulls to ensure destruction.)

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: Has the potential
---Affiliation: N/A at this time
---Lightsaber Type: N/A
---Blade Color: N/A
---# of Lightsabers: N/A
---Other: Though he has always shown the potential through his piloting skills he has never been able to receive any Jedi training.


Background: Born prior to the formation of the Galactic Empire he made his way into the interior near Coruscant where he became an ace pilot. Prior to the formation of the Galactic Empire he was on a mission to an Outer Rim world when a strange anomaly appeared in front of his fighter and flung him deep into the Unknown Regions. By the time he was able to navigate his way back into Republic space the Empire had already destroyed most of the Jedi Order. Stricken he searched for anyone who may be coming up with a way to overthrow the Empire. He ended up bumping into Rebellion Leader Mon Mothma. One of the lead pilots in many of the battles he helped blaze a path of victory for the Rebellion improving it's organization to the Galactic Alliance. Presently he is still a lead fighter pilot in the main Alliance fleet. Still ignorant of his Force potential perhaps some day he will be trained in the ways of the Jedi.

 

Jello Approved

Name: Kallipso Stavus
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Species: Human
Homeworld: Agamar
Known Languages: Basic

Appearance
---Height: 5?9?
---Eye Color: dark brown
---Hair/Fur Color: brown
---Skin Color: pale
---Clothing: Imperial Captain?s uniform
---Other:

Personality: Strict, commanding, ambitious, tough, loyal
Habits: Staring at others in a challenging way.
Likes: Commanding a ship, proving herself better than men, the new Emperor.
Dislikes: Being on the ground for any length of time, having someone else in charge of her ship.
Talents: Naval and hand to hand combat, earning the loyalty of all crewers, able to make split-second decisions
Weakness: Pride, impatience.
Limitations: No Force, issues with getting the respect she deserves from men.
Racial Attributes: None


Affiliation: Empire
---Profession: Naval Captain
---Primary Weapons: Blaster

Personal Ship (Ship she commands)
---Name: Vindicator
---Model: Victory-class Star Destroyer
---Accessories:

The Force:
---Yes or No?: No

Background:
As a native to Agamar, Kallipso always wanted to escape the monotony of her agrarian homeworld. To do so, she volunteered for the Imperial Navy. It was a big change, as she was one of few women to join, and often she had to be better than the men to survive. But survive she did. Not only was her first year of duty as a TIE pilot easy, it taught those around her that she was not going to give up. Ever.

Afterwards, Kallipso became a lieutenant on the Vindicator, and, after many years and many troubles, its captain. Determined to make her mark in the galaxy, Captain Stavus fought, and still fights, hard against the enemy factions and against the prejudice against women within the Empire.

 

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General Information:

First Name: Marcus
Last Name: Dade
Alias: Dade Leviathan; The Leviathan
Gender: Male
Species: "Light Bringer" - Near-Human of Unknown Descent.
Home Planet: Alderaan
Known Languages: Basic, Huttese, Understands Shyrriwook. His native language is an odd ancient language that very few people understand except those of his own species. There are very few written documents on this language however, so very few people have been able to learn it.
Place of Birth: Aldera
Age/Date of Birth: 906 years old / 900 BBY
Position: "Grey Jedi" (left the Jedi back in 870 BBY)

Appearance:
Height: 5 feet, 10 inches
Eye color: Blue
Hair Color: Silver
General Appearance: Despite his age, Dade has a very youthful appearance, appearing to be only around the age of 24-26 in human years. He is, however, far older. His species is extremely long lived, and because very few people know of his species' origin, most people believe his species to be immortal, although this is highly unlikely. Dade is distinguished from humans, however, by his pale skin, bright silver hair, and pointed ears that resemble the ears of the Sephi. This has lead many xenobiologists to hypothesize that his species is somehow related to the Sephi, although other members of Dade's race have denied this.

There have been other members of Dade's race that have been encountered, but they are few. This has given rise to the theory that they may be from one of the many unexplored star systems in the unknown regions of the galaxy. Some have even suggested that they are dying out, or that they are from a different galaxy entirely. Nobody has ever been able to prove any of these theories, however, because for some reason, those of Dade's species that do know their origin are disinclined to share the information to others that aren't of their species.

Dade has an athletic appearance, his muscles are toned and shapely yet he isn't overly muscular. His body is just that way because of the various exercise that his training gives him, not from lifting weights.

Dade's skin, while youthful and fair, is quite windblown and when one looks at him for a length of time, they would probably get the sense that he isn't as young as he appears. He is youthful, however, not because of his connection to the force as some might believe, but because of his species. While nobody knows the true name of Dade's species as supposedly it cannot be pronounced in Basic, Dade and the rest of his species simply call themselves the light bringers. What this means, and whether or not its just one giant joke the species is playing on the galaxy is unknown.

Clothing: Dade wears navy blue and silver robes that flow around him. His boots are black Krayt Dragon leather, and he also wears black leather gloves on occasion when its either cold outside, or when he deems them necessary for some other reason. He doesn't wear gloves all the time, however. Underneath these robes he wears a pair of black pants and a black tunic.

When not in a formal setting and when he has no need for robes, he wears a simple pair of sand colored pants and tunic. He always wears his krayt leather boots, however. his clothing can change sometimes, but he usually always keeps a similar color scheme.

Personality:

General Character Traits: Dade is arrogant. Very arrogant. But he believes he is entitled to such arrogance since he has lived longer than most other sentients, and thus has learned a lot more information and mastered the force to a higher a degree than most. At least in his opinion, that is. He is calm however, and rarely raises his voice when angry or annoyed, although he will become more blunt and insulting as his annoyance or anger rises.

Dade is not unkind, however, and is always willing to lend a hand, providing that it will be worthwhile. He believes that others should o

 

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Name: Rune Fanuc
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Mimbanite
Homeworld: Circarpous V or Mimban.
Known Languages: Basic and his own dialect. He utilizes a handheld translator droid to speak and understand foreign languages.

Appearance
---Height: 5?2?
---Eye Color: Black
---Hair/Fur Color: Green, short fur with two-toned green and red hair, starting at the roots with green and fading to red.
---Skin Color: Pale grey
---Clothing: Combat jumpsuit, underneath a black cloak.
---Other: Large tattoo of Old Imperial Emblem on his back, to symbolize proof of ownership.

Personality: Not overly bloodthirsty. Very indifferent to the suffering of others. Callous. Rune is a patriot, of sorts. He is very loyal to the old Empire, the Imperial Inquisition and their branch of the Sith.
Habits: Using weapons as clubs, rather than their usual application. Forsaking weapons altogether and attacking with his claws, on both hand and feet, and his teeth.
Likes: Alcohol, sand, peace.
Dislikes: Crowds, blasters, starships, most droids, lightsabers.
Talents: Climbing, Hiding, Quick attacks, Killing,
Weakness: Easily manipulated, however often unpredictable. Brutish and rough.
Limitations: Primitive, not very educated, unaware of certain technological advances
Racial Attributes: Tracking skills.


Affiliation: Sith
---Profession: Assassin
---Primary Weapons: Knuckle plate vibro blade, skilled with various other weapons, archaic or not.

The Force:
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Sith
---Lightsaber Type: N/A

Background: Rune was born a primitive hunter and tracker on Mimban. Most of his early years were consumed by either activity. He was instinctively a very agile and stealthy being. He proved the fact, when he escaped the hold of and evaded capture by Imperial troops when they came searching for workers in their mines. He was eventually lured into the open, by food and stunned into submission. At the Imperial Compound, a human who would later join the Imperial Inquisition, found him and discovered his small connection to the Force and his skillful escape artistry.

The man ferried Rune away in secrecy, to train him as an assassin. However, the man was killed on the Death Star II. When discovered, rune was given to the Grand Inquisitor. His training is to be completed.

 

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Name: Kev-Mas Colcha
Gender: Male
Age: 51
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Known Languages: Basic, Understands Droidspeak ? can't speak it though.

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Appearance
---Height: 6'2?
---Eye Color: Red Cybernetic Implants
---Hair/Fur Color: Wavy Black Hair
---Skin Color: White
---Clothing: Black Imperial Katarn Armor (Galactic Civil War-era Clone Armor), with Maroon Zeyd-Cloth Inquisitorial Robes draped through and around it, ending in a long cape. He rarely wears the helmet to his armor.
---Other: His eyes are Cybernetic Implants.

Personality: Kev-Mas is Control Freak of sorts that is rash at times, and tends to let his temper get the best of him.
Habits: Tends to pace when excited or nervous, and can't sit still either when that's the case.
Likes: Working on his starship, piloting, the thrill of battle.
Dislikes: Excessive silence, ass kissing, pretention, lack of respect.
Talents: Kev-Mas is a skillful practitioner in Lightsaber Combat and the Force, as well as being adept at Piloting and Tactics, although doesn't have as much skill in piloting to match a Professional. He also employs the Jar'Kai Dual Lightsaber form, and Form VII: Juyo when using one saber. Kev-Mas, also is highly skilled in the use of offensive/telekinetic Force Powers, such as Force Lightning and Bolt of Hatred.
Weakness: Tends to let his temper get the best of things, and tends to do things without thinking. He also has a fear of failure, to the point that he won't take extreme risks.
Limitations: Doesn't blindly follow anyone. If the task is irrational to him, he doesn't do it. In that same vein, he doesn't ask his followers to do things he wouldn't do himself, even if it will help him accomplish a task.
Racial Attributes: He's a Human. N/A.


Affiliation: Sith
---Profession: High Inquisitor
---Primary Weapons: Two Red-Bladed Lightsabers, the Force.

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: Crimson Phoenix
---Model: VT-49 Decimator
---Accessories: Bunks, Meditation Room, Fresher, Kitchenette, Briefing Room, Cargo Bay with 1 Swoop.

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: Sith
---Lightsaber Type: 1 is Dual-Phase
---Blade Color: Red
---# of Lightsabers: 2
---Other: None other than what's been covered already.

Background:
Kev-Mas, found easily by the Jedi on Coruscant, as it was the same planet where the Jedi Temple resided, began his training as a Jedi at an early age. He, however, was not the best Jedi, and struggled with many things, including Attachment, Anger, and Frustration, which were labeled as Dark Side feelings. He had a tense relationship with his master, Seth Donara, as well as with the Jedi Council, which eventually led to his fall to the darkside, even though it happened after he was knighted. After he was Knighted, at the age of 21, the Clone Wars began, in which he developed many skills on the battlefield, including tactical knowledge, lightsaber and starfighter combat skills.

However, Kev-Mas? career as a Jedi ended when he was 26 years old, and turned rogue. He fell a victim to the lure of the Dark Side, after a post-purge confrontation with his old master that pushed him over the edge. He also lost his sight in this incident, having been made a victim to Force Blinding by his master. He was eventually found by the Imperial Inquisitorius, who gave him a pair of cybernetic eyes, and his sight back, in exchange for his loyalty. Additionally, he was ordered to find and kill his Master as his first mission, a test for him to show his loyalty in.

He proved to be faithful, and fought his master in a climactic Lightsaber duel, accompanied by a few Imperial Troops. His master was killed by blaster fire in the duel, and Kev-Mas continued his fall to the dark side from then on, hunting down Jedi as

 

Name: Sieg Meer
Gender: Male
Age: 73
Species: Quarren
Homeworld: Dac
Known Languages: Quarrenese, Mon Calamarian, Basic

Appearance
---Height: 1.8 Meters
---Eye Color: Blue (Left), Discolored White (Right)
---Hair/Fur Color: N/A
---Skin Color: Gray-Green
---Clothing: This
---Other: Large scar extending from the right brow, over the right eye. Discoloration of the right eye. Missing digit on the right hand.

Personality: Generally brusque. Intelligent, although plain spoken. Occasionally cocksure and arrogant. Sometimes overaggressive.
Habits:
Likes: Effective action, Meritocracy, Water and all things related, tactics and personal defense forms.
Dislikes: Moral quandary, Human-centric Government, Government interference in Military affairs, Mob Rule.
Talents: Tactics, swordsmanship, strong leadership.
Weakness: Prone to angry outbursts, poor political standing.
Limitations: Blind in right eye, missing digit on right hand, ?cane? assisted limp due to damage to the right leg. In constant need of hydration. Absolutely no force affinity.
Racial Attributes: Ability to breath under water.


Affiliation: Galactic Alliance
---Profession: Supreme Commander of Galactic Alliance Forces.
---Primary Weapons:Cane Sword, Czerka Adjudicator Slugthrower Pistol.

Flagship
---Name:Guardian
---Model: Executor-Class Star Dreadnaught


Background: Born to a poor Quarren family on Dac, Sieg found himself working in the underwater mines in order to further the ship building goals of the Mon Calamari that had made his home planet so famous. Much like the majority of his species, Sieg grew tired of the perceived Mon Calamari oppression, and soon joined the Quarren Isolation League to oppose the growing Mon Calamari control of Dac. Localized conflict soon led to intervention on a larger scale, and Dac became a battlefield for the Confederacy and Republic, until the escalation culminated in the Battle of Mon Calamari. In the aftermath of the battle, Sieg and many other Quarren warriors fled Dac with retreating Separatist forces. While many of his species went on to serve the Confederacy in other roles, Sieg Meer showed an affinity for leadership and tactics, and went on to command a Providence class Destroyer in various raiding and support missions. As the CIS collapsed, Sieg went underground, eventually making his way back to Dac, where he surrendered to planetary forces. He was tried as an enemy of the state and imprisoned on Dac for more than a decade before he was freed from imprisonment by forces sympathetic to the Rebellion. Having witnessed first-hand the oppression that had fallen upon the entire planet, he found himself allying with forces that had previously opposed him, in a mad attempt to re-establish the Republic that he had fought so hard to be rid of. In a galaxy turned upside down, Sieg Meer found himself in the Captain?s chair once more, returning to the supply raids he found so familiar over a decade prior. The victory at Yavin provided the Rebellion with their first solid victory, and the growing support of planets in their rebellion showed cracks in the Empire?s armour. Before long, Sieg found himself commanding a Mon Calamari cruiser, under the command of the famed Admiral Ackbar. Years of prejudice melted away with the common goal of overturning the oppression of Palpatine, and the Rebellion culminated in the assault against the second Death Star at the forest moon of Endor.

Endor was a test by fire, laying waste to Alliance and Imperial vessels alike. The supposedly inoperable Death Star demolished all in its path, and the fight against the Executor proved especially deadly, taking many vessels down in its wake, most notably severely damaging Home One. With Admiral Ackbar missing, and presumably dead, Sieg Meer found himself the ranking officer in charge of Alliance forces at Endor. Rallying the fleet, he turned the tides against the remaining Imperial ships, bought eno

 

Name: Jenssar Vantai
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Species: Duros
Homeworld: Duro
Known Languages: Basic, Durese, Mon Calamarian

Appearance
---Height: 1.9 meters
---Eye Color: Red
---Hair/Fur Color: none
---Skin Color: Blue
---Clothing: GA Admiral Uniform
---Other: None

Personality: Career fleet officer, tough but fair. Extremely loyal to GA, his offiers, and crews. Wants close relationship with Jedi Order.
Habits: None
Likes: Galactic Alliance, Jedi Order,
Dislikes: Sith, hardliner Imperials, Vong
Talents: Tactical and Strategic prowess in space combat. Diplomatic, but willing to fight when pushed.
Weakness:
Limitations: Not a Force user
Racial Attributes: Per Duros culture, like to tell stories and is generally gregarious.


Affiliation: Galactic Federation of Free Alliances
---Profession: Admiral, GADF
---Primary Weapons: GADF issue blaster pistol

Personal Ship
---Name: Starbird
---Model: Mon Calamari MC80B Star Cruiser
---Accessories: Four starfighter squadrons (2 X-wing, 1 A-wing, 1 B-wing)

***Background***
Born on Urrdorf City, one of the smaller orbital cities of Duro, Jessnar Vantai developed a keen interest in history. Joined the Duros Defense Force as a young man, serving in various logistical and supply roles. Eventually joined the Duros Starighter Corps, flying a V-19 Torrent.

When the Empire took over Duros, Jessnar Vantai joined the Duros resistance. When the resistance became a member of the Rebel Alliance, he became commanding officer of an entire wing of B-wings. Transitioned to Fleet Command, served as executive officer of a Mon Cal cruiser. First command was the Assault Frigate Liberty Star. Spent a year on Admiral Ackbar's staff, eventually becoming his chief of staff. Not present during the battle of Endor, Vantai was assigned to rearguard duty at Mon Calamari, overseeing defenses of the key ship producing world. Following the formation of the Galactic Alliance, Jessnar Vantai was promoted to admiral. Scored a major victory over Imperial forces during the liberation of Sullust. Currently assigned to one of the Alliance's forward fleets.

--Adm. Nick

 

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Name: Brinlon Vosk
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Known Languages: Basic, Understands Droidspeak ? Can't speak it though.

Appearance
---Height: 6'2?
---Eye Color: Brown
---Hair/Fur Color: Golden Brown, Short Cut Hair
---Skin Color: White
---Clothing: Wears his old Imperial Stormtrooper Armor, painted black with a red visor. When not on the battlefield, he wears This Jacket, and black pants with a red stripe down the side.
---Other: Has a pointed goatee, and a scar across his right eye.

Personality: A loyal follower, but with common sense. Also has a very cold and brutal sense of humor.
Habits: Plays Sabacc and Dejarik Religiously, but when the stakes are high, he tends to shy away. Also tends to twirl his blaster when drawing it.
Likes: A good game of Sabacc or Dejarik
Dislikes: Lying, cheating, anyone who gains an edge too easily.
Talents: A talented Pilot, starship mechanic and slicer who also has quite a bit of experience with a blaster from being a Stormtrooper.
Weakness: He has a weakness when it comes to money, or women. Is somewhat weak-willed, and requires someone like Kev-Mas to keep him from being taken advantage of.
Limitations: Not Force Sensitive, doesn't like to do things alone.
Racial Attributes: N/A, is a Human.


Affiliation: Sith
---Profession: Pilot/Soldier for Hire
---Primary Weapons: 2 DC-17 repeater hand blasters

Background: Brinlon Vosk was born on Coruscant, in 30 BBY, to Shiro and Tesssa Vosk. His father, Shiro, was a Republic Soldier in the Clone Wars (one of the few non Clones in the Grand Army of the Republic), and was primarily raised by his mother. Brinlon, always admired his father and the work he did, even though it meant less time spent with him, and always wanted to do what he did.

Eventually, 2 years after the Declaration of the New Order, in 21 BBY, when Brinlon was 19, he enlisted in the new Stormtrooper Corps, and proved himself to be quite the trooper. He wasn't known for his combat skill, but in one emergency situation, he proved his skill to pilot Troop Transports safely to the battlefield, while making sure they stayed intact mechanically. He was so good at this, that he was looked to for further similar situations. He also later proved his skill with a computer, successfully locking out Rebel Hackers from an Imperial Base's Computer long enough to capture them.

Eventually, he befriended the High Inquisitor by the name of Kev-Mas Colcha, and they were close enough for Brinlon to defect with him to the Sith right after the battle of Endor. Now, 2 years later, Brinlon serves as Kev-Mas' personal Bodyguard and Co-Pilot on his ship, the Crimson Phoenix.

 

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Name: Maya Yubari
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Species: Human
Homeworld: Vorzyd V
Known Languages: Basic, Bothan, Vorzydese

Appearance
---Height: 5'7"
---Eye Color: Grey
---Hair/Fur Color: Burnt Red
---Skin Color: Pale
---Clothing: Generally fine suits in colours ranging from black to deep earthy reds and browns. When attending events she would wear the highest quality silk gowns.
---Other: Her right eye is cybernetic, you would only notice if you looked her straight in the eye as it blends with her naturally grey irises.

Personality: manipulating, completely self-affirmed, confident, ruthless.
Habits:
Likes: Forced takeovers, money, capitalism, destroying rival business.
Dislikes: rivals, equal competition, pity.
Talents: She is one of the most ruthless, successful business women in the core.
Weakness: While she is respected by her workers and has their loyalty, she is very difficult to like.
Limitations: understands figures and numbers but finds it hard to see how emotions affect things.
Racial Attributes: Commands respect from "lower" species.


Affiliation: Empire
---Profession: Head of interplanetary arms conglomerate.
---Primary Weapons: Corporate power

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: The White Raven
---Model: Baudo-class star yacht
---Accessories: Small conference room/office

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: no
---Affiliation: n/a
---Lightsaber Type: n/a
---Blade Color: n/a
---# of Lightsabers: n/a
---Other: n/a

Background: Maya's father created the company that would become Yubari Armaments supplying the Empire from a modest factory on Vorzyd V. He taught his only child, Maya, all he knew on how to make a successful business and took on her suggestions for expansion. However when the rebellion started to grow in prominence he started to show signs of sympathy. Seeing an opportunity Maya went straight to his office and used her access codes to look at the figures and noticed a lot of suspicious donations to strange companies. After enough research she finally had the evidence she needed to connect her father to the rebellion and took it to Imperial Intelligence. Her father was executed and as a reward for her loyalty she was awarded his company and a contract for larger orders and a grant to expand. Maya's mother never forgave her for what she did to her father so Maya threw her out onto the street with only the clothes she was wearing.
How much of this is actually true is unkown, but the rumours have enough truth behind them to have gained her a frightening reputation. Maya now owns one of the most successful businesses in the core, if not the galaxy. She spends just as much time in the Imperial Palace as she does in her office, meeting with officials and often the Emperor himself.

 

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Name: Preston Darmal
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Naboo
Known Languages: Basic, Understands: Huttese, Droid Speak

Appearance
---Height: 1.89
---Eye Colour: Grey
---Hair/Fur Colour: Dyed Orange, naturally brown.
---Skin Colour: Caucasian - White
---Clothing: Straight black pants, green shirt underneath a short black coat. Underneath he wears skin tight flexi-armour for light protection and flexibility.
---Other: Occasionally wears a tactical visor which displays environment and ship information.

Personality: Though he appears cold and calculated (an appearance which he keeps up for his profession), the fact that he cares about other beings often surprises others that get close to him. When they do get close, they find that he has a brilliant sense of humour and a general like of most things. However few do get close and most see a man who is intelligent, focused, and deadly.
Habits:
Likes: Nature, Peace, Freedom, Free running, The Alliance, technology.
Dislikes: The Sith, War, Imperialism, Hutts.
Talents: Free Running(Parkour) which he uses in his profession to swiftly move around acrobatically/efficiently. He?s is a trained sniper, and skilful with pistols, rifles and hand to hand combat which his free running augments.
Weakness: Sword fighting (vibroblades, lightsabers, etc.), Women, Logic,
Limitations: Not strong enough to hold two rifles at once, hence can only hold Sniper rifle and two pistols. Or Assault rifle and pistols. Only just Force sensitive but doesn?t know it. Relies on technology.
Racial Attributes: ?I?m only human?

Affiliation: Smaller Faction ? Freelance, Alliance.
---Profession: Assassin/Spacer/Runner
---Primary Weapons: Projectile Sniper Rifle, Two Modified Bryar pistols(smaller and normally set to only fire charged bolts) and Blaster Rifle.

Personal Ship
---Name: Souls Fire
---Model: Ghtroc 720
---Accessories: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Ghtroc720_layout.jpg
Modified with smaller cargo holds for automated/manual turrets.

The Force: Force Sensitive
---Other: The Force maybe assisting with his mastery of Free Running.

Background: Born on Naboo, Preston had a relatively normal early life until the beginning of the clone wars(if this happened otherwise I?ll put something else). For some reason his parents no longer felt safe on Naboo and instead decided to move to the Republic capital of Coruscant. There he grew up like any other boy, until a few years into the Empire, at which point he decided to go underground because he didn?t approve of the absolute control the Emperor had. There he learnt how to fend for himself, how to free run, and kill for a living. When he heard about the Alliance he was unsure if he wanted to join as he could be imprisoned for his profession instead he decided to wait the war out and keep on with his business. After the battle of Endor he decided that he would try to help the Alliance as much as he could, but at the same time have his Freelancer roots. Now he is a reputable assassin in some circles, but just a spacer or smuggler to everyone else.

 

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Name: Jace Valo
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human/Mandalorian
Homeworld: Mandalore
Known Languages: Mando'a, Basic, and Huttese
Appearance
---Height: 6'1
---Eye Color: Green
---Hair/Fur Color: dirty blonde
---Skin Color: white
---Clothing: Battle scarred dark red Mandalorian armor with a gold mandalorian skull on the chest plate. A dark cloak, and civilian clothing.
---Other: Jace addorns a tattoo of a mandalorian skull on his left arm, and has many scars across is chest.

Personality: Has extreme emotions. When Jace is mad he is pissed, and when he is serious he cannot stand goofing around, etc. Once accepting a job he does whatever is necessary to get the job done. Jace is honest in all situations even if it makes everyone else slightly uncomfortable. He is loyal to his family and Mandalore above all else, and then he is loyal to his employer.
Habits: Cleaning and modifying weapons, armor, and ship.
Likes: Whiskey, fighting, explosions, food, and excitement,
Dislikes: Jedi, politicians, and courtiers.
Talents: Weapons, marksmanship, armor making, and piloting.
Weakness: melee/hand-to-hand combat, and zealous about his bounties/assignments.
Limitations: Cannot sense the force, and he is always loyal to the Mandalore first and foremost.
Racial Attributes: none


Affiliation: Sith and Smaller Faction (Mandalorians)
---Profession: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary
---Primary Weapons: Proton Carbine, Verpine Shattergun/sniper, and flamethrower.

Personal Ship (optional)
---Name: Kandosii
---Model: StarViper
---Accessories: Void-7 seismic charges

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: No

Background: Jace was born a few years before the clone wars began into a mandalorian family. He was raised by his two parents until his dad was hired by the confederacy during the clone wars, and then his mother and older brother raised him. Two months before the end of the clone wars Jace's father killed by a jedi in a space battle.

Once Jace came of age to create his own armor and make his way into the galaxy he made a red suit of armor with a gold mandalorian skull in the center. The red symbolized the loss of his father, and the gold skull was for the vengeance he would take for his father's death. Through the years he would create newer models of his armor to suit his changing body and technology, but he always kept the same colors.

Once the empire was installed he became a bounty hunter tracking down jedi and killing them for the emperor. As the jedi became fewer and fewer Jace began taking other bounty hunting jobs to make a living for him and his new wife Arra.

After the empire fell the bounty hunter began working for different hutt crimelords. Jace despised the fact that the jedi were once again a power in the universe, and looked for any opportunity where he could strike against them. His chance came during the new civil war working for the sith.

 

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Class: Noble, Hapes Consotium
Name: Thok Halycron
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species: Hapan (Near human)
Homeworld: Hapan
Spoken Language: Basic, High Galactic, Hapan
Other Languages: Rodian, Hutteuse,

Appearance
---Height: 6'4"
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: Blonde
---Skin Color: Tan
---Clothing: [image=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/d/d7/Isolder_NEGTC.jpg]
---Other:

Personality:
Habits: Gambling
Likes: Beauty, Dancing, Women, a good drink, The Empire
Dislikes: isolation, rules
Talents: Card Tricks
Weakness: His Vanity
Limitations: None
Racial Attributes: Poor Night Vision

Affiliation: Hapes Consortium
---Rank: Noble
---Branch: House Halycron
---Station: Hapan
---Unit: N/A
---Position: TBA
---Primary Weapons: Holdout Blaster

Personal Ship
---Name: Dark Mirror
---Model: Hapes Nova Cruiser
---Accessories: (TBA)

The Force: (optional)
---Yes or No?: No

Bio: Born into the matriachal society of the Hapes Consortium, Thok was almost always at a disadvantage to the rest of his family, being born into a family with two older sisters. He despised this notion that because of him being born a man, that he was considered a second class member of the Halycron family. He would have none of it. By the time that he had reached the mature age of 24, he had successfully organized the removal/deaths of his two older sisters, leaving him to be the highest ranking member of his family. Nothing ever became of this, because he had arranged for the defacing of his sisters beauty, causing them to be deemed not worth of the Hapan Gene Pool, their lives were not missed afterwards. As he continued to grow older, he always admired the growing power of the Empire, lead by their male Emperor. Due to this, it has always been a dream of Thok's to someday be able to rule the Hapes Consortium himself in a fasion very similar to the Emperor and his Galactic Empire. However, he has never let anyone know of his inner dreams and passions.

 

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Name: Vince Ellet
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Human
Homeworld: Anaxes
Known Languages: Basic, Shyriiwook, Huttese, Bocce, Droidspeak (Binary), Dosh, Rodese

Appearance
---Height: 6'-3"
---Eye Color: Dark Brown
---Hair Color: Dark Brown
---Clothing: On duty, wears set of black plastoid lorica segmentata, which is covered in a blaster-damping spray-on coating. His lower body and arms are also protected by like-treated armor pieces, all of which fix to his underlying black body glove. It is all covered by a black Armorweave cape with ornate silver clasp and chain. Off duty, he is to be found in various civilian clothes or black Imperial Officer's uniform.
---Other: Muscular athletic build with short hair, long sideburns, and a light slash scar above and below his left eye.

Personality: Vince is seen by some as condescending and cold, but only with regards to the mission at hand. He will do anything within his power to complete an assignment, pursuing it with dogged commitment. He is sharp, witty, and loves a good laugh. Ellet is possessed of a strong sense of patriotism.
Habits: Tends to speak sarcastically / condescendingly.
Likes: The Empire, Justice, Combat, Excitement, Information gathering.
Dislikes: Opposition, Failure, Galactic Alliance.
Talents: Warfare (Ground and Naval), Security, Espionage.
Weakness: Sometimes his zeal for the Empire out paces his actual skill or experience.
Limitations: Lacks tact at times. His belief that he is better than those around him has gotten him into numerous scuffles and fights across the galaxy.

Affiliation: Galactic Empire
---Profession: Intelligence Agent
---Primary Weapons: WESTAR M-5 Blaster Rifle, Watchman Blasters (2x), 12-inch vibroblade, Melee combat.

Background: Vince was born on Anaxes to a humble but prominent upper-middle class family with a rich heritage of naval service with the Old Republic and Empire. Ever since Vince could walk he used to visit the massive Anaxes Citadel - a symbol of naval prestige in the galaxy for centuries. He dreamed of becoming a naval officer like his parents, and did all he could to prepare to attend the Academy when he turned 18.

Once accepted, he excelled at just about everything the Academy had to offer, and made many new friends. It was because of these friends, in fact, that he was expelled on grounds of alcohol violations and general rowdiness.

Chastised by his parents and devastated because of his carelessness, he left for Coruscant, determined to start anew.

After a year of dead end jobs and wanting to serve his nation, he took a chance and tried to sign on with Imperial Intelligence. They took a liking to his enthusiasm and trained and accepted him as a full agent, in which capacity he has served for the last eight years, during which time he reconciled with his parents. Vince has negotiated hostage releases, participated in drug and arms trafficking raids, and guarded officials vital to the Empire across the length and breadth of the galaxy.

With the present turbulent state of things, he is certain his skills can be put to good use.