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CHARACTER PROFILE:​

(Mallace, before her life went to hell.)

Name - Darth Mallace/Jade Dorien

Sex - Female

Age - 29

Species - Human

Homeworld - Jedha

Height - 5'8"

Weight - 130 pounds.

Physical Attributes - Black hair with white coloring located throughout, a slim figure that aids her flexibility, pale skin, a rounded face, and eyes that are, more often than not, in a traditional Sith yellow. When her eyes are in their "normal" color, they are a simple brown.

Clothing - Clothing that is a mixture of purples, blacks, and beiges. She has a black half-cape held together by a silver ring, a purple shirt, a piece of armor she wears on her right when shoulder, black gloves that to up to her forearms, and pants that have a combination of purple and beige colors. All of her clothes serve to add to her flexibility and agility.

Abilities - Mallace is a skilled lightsaber duelest and hand-to-hand combatant. Those are the abilities she and her parents stressed the most. Anger and hatred through her physical strength rather than the mental. Her Force abilities would be considered very basic by most Force sensitives, but she is still a force to be reckoned with for regular people and aliens.

Weapons/Tools - Mallace carries little weapons. Her only weapon is her single-bladed red lightsaber, which she stole from her dead mother. She cherishes it more than she'd care to admit.

Faction - The First Order

Occupation/Title - No title.

Family - Parents who were killed by Jedi.

Associates - Mallace has no close associates. The closest connection she has is with Soliloquy.

Biography - Darth Mallace was born into a Sith family, on the planet of Jedha, living away from any other Force user, whether it be the Jedi, or Sith Empire. Her childhood was rough from the beginning. She never made any friends, and was forced to stay inside, focusing all of her time and energy to making herself stronger. Not within the Force, but in agility and physical strength. From an early age, she was pushed hard. Pushed to use her anger to overpower her enemies, and win battles easily. When she was younger, she was more prone to a rage fit, breaking many household things. But, her parents did not punish her, unlike any normal parent. They were proud of her, seeing the potential that she had. She began to grow in power the older she became.

Mallace took her first life at age seven. She had killed someone that had wronged her parents in one way or another (the details were not explained to her). It didn't take long for this person to be found, and he was dragged into their home, tied up and placed in the center of the main room. Mallace was handed a medium sized knife, and told to have her way with him. Her parents felt that it was time for her to know what it felt like to kill someone. And, so, Mallace made her move, making the person's death as slow as possible, her parents savoring every scream of agony. Every drop of blood that splattered against the floor. Once the deed was done, the cleanup began. And it was a pain. It took hours, even for Force users, as the thickness of the blood had seeped into the rug, to get rid of all the blood, and make everything look as it did before. That was why she didn't like knives: the cleanup. It took too long. And if you were doing a mission that required you to be quick and quiet, that could be a detriment. After the killing, blood covered her clothes and skin. She needed to be cleansed, so that suspicions would be off of her.

During the killing, Mallace had felt nothing. No remorse. No guilt. No sorrow. No sadness. And this was a good thing. A very good thing,

The family thought they were in the clear. No one looked at the house funny. No one banged on the door with blasters, ready to shoot to kill (as stupid of an idea that would have been). But, they weren't. The police on the planet were called. Citizens had heard screaming coming from the home. There were a select few who knew that the family was Force Sensitive. Once being told of this, the police there sent a message to the Jedi hoping to rid the city of the Sith as quickly as possible.

The Jedi soon arrived. Two of them, to be exact. A Master, and and Apprentice. They immediately found the home. Sensing that there was a child there, they decided to take it with them, leaving the parents behind. Most likely dead. Probably not willing to cooperate. They burst into the house, lightsabers drawn, and a fight began.

Mallace stood back and watched the fight from afar, confident that her parents would easily win the fight. But, their skills were rusty. The two Jedi had killed both her mother and father rather quickly, not even taking a scratch. They turned their attention to Mallace, lightsabers off and on their belts, using a condescending tone that anyone would use to speak to a child. More so, because she was a Sith. The Jedi urged her to come with them.

She would not be doing that.

As she made her way to the Jedi, acting as if she was traumatized and scared, she reached down and grabbed her mother's lightsaber, her father's being cut down during the fight. She ignited it, and went to work, yellow in her eyes. She used all of her agility and anger to overpower the two Jedi, who were taken aback by the power that the "little girl" was displaying. In moments, the two Jedi were dead, one cut in three pieces (legs cut off first, then cut in half), and the other with a hole in his lower back). With her cover blown, her family dead, she broke the window in the back part of her home, and escaped into the shadows.

She made her way to a bar, and proceeded to threaten a passing traveler with her new weapon. She told him that if he didn't do as she told, she would gut him where he sat, and would do the same to everyone else there. Frightened, he agreed, stumbling his way to his ship, Mallace closely following, pointing the unlit lightsaber at his back.

The unnamed traveler flew her to a planet of her choice. She had always heard from other travelers that Tatooine was free from Jedi.So, she went there. Once the ship landed, Mallace immediately crushed the life out of the poor traveler with the Force Choke power. No witnesses.

As she grew older, she taught herself how to fly, using the traveler's ship. It would be a necessary ability to have if she wanted to eventually get off the rock. It took a couple of years, but she was eventually competent enough to fly on her own.

All of that started when she was still seven.

She spent years held up on Tatooine, trying desperately to keep her true identity a secret. She made her way by through petty crime and gang violence, killing anyone who was foolish enough to get in her way.

Things were looking up. It seemed as if she was in the clear.

Not anymore.

The Jedi must have learned their lesson from decades past with Anakin Skywalker, as they had showed up, looking for any potential Force sensitives to take in. Granted, it took them years to get around to it. However, they immediately sensed the dark presence there. And it didn't take long for them to find this dark presence. The pair of Jedi confronted her - the last mistake of their lives. She killed them quickly, leaving their mangled bodies behind, only grabbing her prized possessions before dashing to her ship that was close by. No one tried to stop her. They were too frightened.

As she took off, she eventually realized that she needed to go somewhere unknown to the public. Even by many of the Jedi. So, she set course for the Unknown Regions, on the run once again.

That was becoming a staple of her life.

She landed on the planet of Rakata Prime, surviving through killing and cooking any animals that she saw, and savoring any piece of food and water that she carried on her ship. A year passed, and no one had came for her.

But, she knew not to get too comfortable.

In a sudden flurry of excitement, Mallace was taken from her temporary home on Rakata Prime, and thrusted into a new home. Accompanied by five other darksiders, one being a cruel Peon handler, she was forced to confront an entity she knew nothing about - a self-proclaimed Dread Lord named Typhojem. He was a being who displayed a level of power and had never even dreamt of before. With a flick of His fingers, she and her temporary allies were turned into a hot, bubbly goo. Soon after, she was given a new body, one created by Typhojem himself. A doppelgänger. She felt every painful second of the process. As one might expect, the incident was one she would never forget. The image and pain would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She was once able to keep herself calm and collected. But that was all out of the window now. Upon her arrival to New Moraband, she had a mental breakdown after seeing some of her new allies, especially because of the one who reminded her of Typhojem. In a surprising use of power, Mallace ended up destroying several pieces of equipment in her fit of rage. In order to subdue her, someone - she does not remember who - knocked her unconscious. She was placed in a cryogenic freezing chamber until the Sith found a use for her. Like a rabid beast. Nothing but a mindless animal.

She was released by a woman she had never seen before. A Zeltron who intended to murder Mallace. Without thinking, she had quickly used the Force to grab her lightsaber and cut the Zeltron woman in half. Afterward, she was confronted by a Changeling. A fight would have occured, but it was stopped by the God-Emperor before it could. From there, things became harder to explain.

Lost and unaware of her situation, she mostly kept to herself. The one who reminded her of Typhojem - the God-Emperor - led the team, and she had no true allies to associate with.

Until a... thing spoke to her. It, named Soliloquy, took her under its wing until the climatic battle between two Sith took place. Everything spiraled out of control after that.

A coup between the three members of the Triumvirate was revealed. Each Sith was forced to choose a side, and, because of her lack of options and knowledge of the current situation, found herself siding with the God-Emperor (she does not like this at all). During the coup, she found herself in battle with unknown combatants. A test of their skills. She can no longer remember their identity. She survived the fight, but she had suffered a few wounds. Hurt and stumbling, she tookSoliloquy's offer and retreated with it, following it to a hangar with other Sith.

She had officially joined the First Order.

Six months passed, and now she finds herself in the middle of a three-way war. Each former Triumvirate member has powerful allies on their side, and it's anybody's game.

She hopes to be on the winning side.

But she finds herself distracted by God-Emperor Insipid.

Very distracted.



Class - Warrior
Level - 1

Tier I Skills:
Force Pull/Push
Force Shock
Force Choke
Force Rage
Force Stealth
Meditate


Tier II Skills:
Force Lightning
Force Wound
Conceal Essence

Tier III Skills:
None

 

Name: Darth Hekate, Anya Korikova

Sex: Female

Age: 28

Species: Near-human

Homeworld: Corellia

Height: 5 foot 6

Weight: 135 lbs.

Physical Attributes: While not devastatingly beautiful, Hekate is considered a natural beauty and has a natural grace to her movements. She has dark brown hair that is nearly black in color with chocolate hightlights. Her fair skin tone is a shade or two paler than normal because she spends so much time inside reading everything she can get her hands on.

Clothing: Red and gold gaberdine outer tunic and sash, white under blouse, black trousers, silver shin guards and matching crown

Abilities: Adept at manipulating/shaping plants and animals to do her bidding, genetic manipulation of plants to give her energy and act as regeneration devices should something happen, poison experimenter and expert in using uber-spicy foods as torture devices.

Weapons/Tools: her lightsaber which has a wooden hilt made of twisted vines and recycled metal, plants and animals, books, runes and spells for spellcasting

Faction: Imperium of the Fist

Family: None living

Associates: None yet

Occupation: Professional ballerina, now Sith arcanist/chronicler

Biography: The Force was not unknown to the Corellian elite, especially in the waning years of the Old Republic. On Corellia, the glittering lights of the stage called to all the well-bred daughters of society. Ballet was the best way to get off-world and be considered respectable, compared to those who toiled in seedy bars and strip joints with no freedom what so ever.

Among the Korikova family, science and the arts were integral as was being able to touch the Force, although nobody ever joined the Jedi or the Sith. The children were pushed into either the sciences or the arts. The only family member to join the Jedi Order, Lonoria, would wind up eloping with Thrawn’s older brother a good fifteen years before Anya was born. Refusing to let another child be lost to the unknown forces of the universe, the next child born who showed a talent for both dance and science would be schooled in both, in hopes of keeping the Jedi away.

The schooling worked a little too well. Anya had a twisted, dry sense of humor and was by far the best ballerina in the entire system. Wanting a challenge, Anya left and began travelling. She set herself up as a freelance biologist, and after crash landing on Dathomir, started experimenting with the Dark Side. Eventually, she called herself Lady Hekate, and left to seek out others of her own kind.


Class: Sorcerer, Chronicler

Level: Apprentice 4

Tier I Skills: (9)

Force Shock

Force Drain

Force Stealth

Ignite

Chill

Mediate

Concotion

Eye of Madness

Fear

Tier II Skills: (6)

Dark Side Healing

Immolate

Freeze

Force Illusions

Inspire

Touch of Chaos

Tier III Skills:


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The Triumvirate Approves!

Name: Brut Cratazas, Darth Xospel
Sex: Male
Age: 30s (Stasis Chamber prevented his age to advance)
Species: Koorivar
Homeworld: Kooriva

Height: 6ft 9in
Weight: 155 lbs
Physical Attributes: black skin, very tall cranium horn
Clothing: Inquisitor Robes of reds, whites, and purples
Abilities: Xospel prefers to not engage in conflict, but rather sabotage, assassination, and his favorite: torture. He is an expert in politics and would rather be a negotiator rather than a warrior.
Weapons/Tools: A double-bladed lightsaber, one side red and the other purple

Faction: First Order
Occupation/Title: Majestic Ambassador/Supreme Torturer/Lord of Interrogations
Family: Irrelevant
Associates: Surviving remnants of the Corporate Alliance and the CIS, several senators, and the First Order.

Class: Priest
Level: 1, Apprentice

Skills:

Tier 1 (6)
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Force Meld
Affect Mind

Tier 2 (3)
Force Wound
Probe Mind
Force Lightning

Biography:
Brut Cratazas was once an administration clerk for the Corporate Alliance. Brut wished for more in his life and craved power and sought to climb the hierarchy of the Alliance and replace Passel Argente. However, the Clone Wars broke out and his homeworld of Koorivar was attacked by the Galactic Republic. Surrounded by several clone troopers, Brut accidentally released Force Drain and started draining one of the clones. He was subdued and was on his way to a Coruscant Prison, but was intercepted by a CIS force. Next thing he knew, he was brought to Count Dooku himself who could sense his power. Brut quickly agreed to become a Dark Acolyte and knew this was better than being some CEO.

Dooku placed Brut in a Stasis Chamber, unaware that Dooku was planning on killing him. However, Dooku never got the chance. By the will of the Force, Brut managed to escape, but years later. Malnourished, crazed, and requiring outlets, he soon learned of the new world around him. He retreated to the Unknown Regions and found the Sith hiding there in the form of the First Order. Here, he decided, here is where he will become all powerful.

 

Name: Draconis
Sex: Male
Age: Before banishment late thirties standard human age (currently unknown)
Species: Human/Rattataki
Homeworld: Rattataki
Occupation: darkness
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 195 lbs
Physical Attributes: Over time Draconis has undergone several transformations, with recent events seeing one such. Post-Battle of Mortis Draconis took on a more sleek and clean look of what was once himself in the past. That being the physical specimen he once was within the Dark Order of Vassago and the one same one he held as Grand Vizer of the Sith Order. This appearance being that of a young Rattataki male, fit and toned through training from birth and forged in the ruthless and unrelenting battle culture of the Rattataki. Covered in markings and tattoos of the ancient Sith that he has adorned himself with through various rites of the dark arts.

This form, while familiar to him, is one of himself from before exile within the Sith Order that he served many years in the past. While the current transformation is very real at the hands of darker rites and rituals. It is clear, that this transformation is temporary, as he continues to keep his exiled form at bay. Overtime slowly revert to the form of the being that was forged over many decades in the wilds of Korriban. The appearance of the being from this time still very humanoid, despite it having been ravaged and tortured by unknown horrors. This scarred being showing evident signs of massive healing, as his still pale white body upon closer examination has evolved to harden an almost light scale like appearance. Leaving only slight evidence of previous markings visible. It is unknown how such exposure has affected his physical prowess and abilities.

Clothing: Black suit, black ragged robes, light battle armor robes, and occasionally nothing.

Abilities: A master assassin with no equal in cunning, stealth, and subversion. Though he rarely draws a blade, he is a powerful Djem So practitioner, knowing when and where to draw his sword when necessary. was also increasingly adept at using virtually anything around him with deadly efficiency when called upon. Although powerful in the force, he has never been one to use his powers for anything more than exactly what was needed. All of this playing into his quiet and silent demeanor, with his movements and actions being fluid, precise, and purposeful. In his later years he has delved into more arcane arts, craving and seeking out knowledge of ancient techniques of malice and darkness.

Weapons/Tools: Anything and everything… Sith Sword scavenged from places unknown. (The sword is slightly curved as a single edged blade.) A shard fragment of unknown origins. Two lightsabers one red – formerly from a previous target, one yellow recently crafted around the time of the battle of Mortis, with a slightly extended hilt. Various Daggers and blades. A death mask. Poisons.
Family: Dead.
Associates: Cruor (extensive history of a dark and often tenuous alliance) Tarle (lost apprentice of Draconis) Grevious Vexx (Apprentice), the girl Hel.
Biography: Raised as a warrior and assassin from birth on Rattataki by warlords, abandon on Onderon by such beings, when he became a threat too wild and unpredictable to control. In a failed execution Draconis escaped, surviving as a young teen, on Onderon and the nearby moon of Dxun. As time passed he was drawn to Korriban eventually where his true journey began.

Forged as a master assassin, rumored to have been trained by a cadre of Sith Lords. Darth Nemesis, Cruor, and apprentice to Vassago. Draconis delved deep into the dark arts of the ancients, consumed by a thirst for knowledge of artifacts and lore of the ancients. Although primarily an assassin Draconis quickly adapted this obsession with alchemy and sorcery to his own purpose. Spending immense amounts of time in study in the bowels of the ancient temples of the Sith homeworld. Traveling to ancient sites and developing a network of knowledge and contacts throughout the galaxy. All while bending and forging his deadly skill as an assassin with sinister experiments and dark powers. Draconis served the Dark Lord of the Sith without question while drawing upon the dark powers that consumed them all in is presence. During the height of the Order on Korriban, Draconis was exiled from the order he served. All that is known, is that he was banished to the wilds of Korriban by his former master the Dark Lord of the Sith. It is believed that Draconis did survive, but it is unknown what such exposure to the bowels and wilds of the darkest corners of Korriban has done to him. Having confirmed his survival with his recent appearance in the Valley of the Kings, Draconis has emerged from the vast unknown of Korriban. Little if anything is known about what happened to him during his time. By all accounts he should be dead with his lifespan having extended well beyond that of his species, yet he survives through some sheer will or force of unnatural being.

Post-Battle of Mortis, Draconis worked within New Sith Empire, picking up where he left off. Serving the Triumvirate as he had served loyally that of previous orders, answering to no-one else but them. Carrying out their orders ruthlessly, training Apprentices and working in a sense to regain his status within the Order after exile.

With the dawn of the latest Sith Civil War, Draconis has cloaked himself in the shadows once again. Seemingly siding with no one in this conflict, Draconis recognizes the signs of past events reborn again that of an order ripping itself apart. As a yearning desire to purge elements of the order is growing inside him, an opportunity to cull the herd of undesirables. Speculation of his current wear bouts are purely that, with his last know sighting being on the Luxury Elite as a prisoner of Darth Leda, Commander of Empress Bellorum’s Twilight Guard. It is unknown which of the three Sith factions he is aligned with along with his future intentions.


Class: Assassin (Stalker)
Level: 10

Tier I Skills: (15)

Force Choke
Fear
Force Push/Pull
Tutaminis
Force Drain
Force Shock
Force Meld
Affect Mind
Force stealth
Ignite
Force Rage
Meditate
Concoction
Chill
Force Rage
Eye of Madness

Tier II Skills: (12)

Dark side healing
Mind Shard
Force Barrier
Force Lightning
Force Wound
Probe Mind
Conceal Essence
Consume Essence
Immolate
Force Sight
Aberration
Touch of Chaos

Tier III Skills: (6)

Hunger
Infusion
Art of the Small
Force Illusions
Force Kill
Pyromania

Tier IV Skill: (1)

TBD

 

CHARACTER SHEET



Name: V-3PO
Age: Manufacture and production date of 30 BBY
Sex: Masculine programming
Species: Droid
Height: 1.7 meters
Weight: 77.6 kg
Occupation: Protocol Droid
Physical description: 3PO Model Protocol Droid with black coverings.

Weapons: All of his tools are retractable and hidden.

Modified Computer Interface Tool.
Fusion torch.
Vibro Scalpel
Electrical Prod.

Enhancements:

SyntheTech AA-11.9 VerboBrain
TranLang V Communications Module
TechSpan II Interface module
Sydyme Personality Matrix
Infared photoreceptors with enhanced range capabilities.
Omni Long range Transmitter/Receiver

Description of abilities: Protocol and etiquette. Torture and assassination. Filing and organization.

Biography: V-3PO was a standard issue 3PO model protocol droid originally manufactured
before the great Galactic Clone Wars. During the Galactic Civil war V-3PO was property of the Empire acting as an interpreter stationed in the Outer Rim Territories. With the fall of the Empire V-3PO changed hangs repeatedly serving under all manner of institutions and beings, from pirates and smugglers to politicians.

Some decades ago at one point his ownership fell to a force user, a young apprentice of the force. Skilled in technology and engineering, the young being began the process of heavily modifying the Protocol Droid to his own desires.

V-3PO was soon integrated with advances assassination and torture programming, as well as a new personality matrix. V-3PO surprisingly had gone significantly long time without a memory wipe, this combined with the new protocols and programming. Allowed the droid to quickly draw upon a vast database of information accumulated through well over a century of existence.

The droid soon became a proficient study of all manner of horrible deeds and techniques. The young apprentice to his folly, in striving to enable the droid into a more effective killer, disabled one of its many AI laws.

Within three days of doing so V-3PO's owner was dead from a horrific chemical overdose. Over the next few decades V-3PO found his way to be in the service of another
Empire acting again seemingly as a standard 3PO Protocol Droid.

V-3PO retains a duplicate physical copy of himself built for the transfer of his databases and programming, should his hardware be damaged beyond repair. V-3PO is equipped with advanced transmitting features allowing himself to back up his data continually in a scheduled and differential manner.

Ensuring that no matter as long as the destination database remains intact he can download into new hardware. Which is incredible advantageous, considering V-3PO has been shot, incinerated, obliterated, vaporized, melted, frozen, drowned, sliced, dismembered, crushed, corrupted, and eaten.

Having been in the care of the Lorekeeper for some time, V-3PO’s programming grew even more sinister and erratic. It was by chance that he fell into a group led by the Lady Bellorum, accompanying her and a team if Sith into an ancient temple. While attempting to eliminate the team of Sith V-3PO failed to secure the keys to his databases from the Lorekeeper whom disappear unexpectantly within the temple. It was at this point that V-3PO fell directly into the control of the Dawn Herald, becoming slaved to her commands. It is with equally disdainful hatred that he forcefully serves Lady Bellorum, while trying desperately to enact his own plans. With these plans getting more extreme each time as he tries to disrupt and cause chaos throughout the ranks. Currently in the presence of Lady Bellorum, V-3PO is already planning his next attempt to sew chaos and or kill those in his way.

 

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Rororr'rkrur “Rook” Darth Valdimar
Sex: Male
Age: 33 (Born 27 BBY)
Species: Tusken
Homeworld: Tatooine
Faction: Rook's allegiance is unknown
Occupation: Bounty Hunter turned Sith Apprentice
Height: 6’
Weight: 185 lbs
Physical Attributes: Lithe and nimble but hides his physical features under his garb.
Clothing: Traditional full body coverings of robes and rags of the Sand People dyed in black.
Abilities: Rook is a capable Taräs Käsi practitioner and can hold his own in a lightsaber fight keeping others at a distance with the reach of his modified gaderffii lightsaber. His preferred tactics are to fight from afar using his bowcaster, alchemy, and empowering others to do his fighting for him. I
Weapons/Tools: Carries his modified gaderffii lightsaber; Modified (Lighter) Wookie bowcaster; DX-2 Disruptor pistol; 1 Thermal Detonator; Swoop Bike; Maintenance Tools
Family: Mother - A'Shien Burdor’rkrur
Father - Rkorrur'krruur'rkrur
Brother - Ruurur'oaur’rkrur
Associates: KkH'Oar'Rrhr; Other Members of the Grave Tuskens;
Biography:
It was within a particularly rough sandstorm on the Dune Sea of Tatooine that little Rororr'rkrur was brought into this galaxy. Born the youngest son of renown Tusken warrior Rkorrur'krruur'rkrur, his father was one of the top Teräs Käsi (a martial art known as ‘steel hand’) instructors in the tribe. His mother, A'Shien Burdor’rkrur, was a caring quiet type whose wisdom would arise in snarky ways. “Polish comes from cities; wisdom comes from desert,” was something she quoted often. As a child Rororr'rkrur was immediately thrust into the harsh upbringing that comes with being a Tusken Raider and more so the younger brother, by six years, of Ruurur'oaur’rkrur. The eldest took after their father; he was taller, stockier, and was extremely studious in their art. Ruurur'oaur’rkrur had been raised to be Rkorrur'krruur'rkrur’s successor.

Being the younger sibling had it’s perks however and many times he’d be left to his own devices. Rook found that he rather enjoyed speaking with the older Tusken ladies and would sit and listen to their Tales of a foreigner, a warrior chieftain that banded the clans together and led them to great heights not to long ago. A human Jedi warrior named Sharad Hett had been the greatest warrior chieftain the raiders had ever known and tales of his exploits had him wondering if he could one day be that kind of leader for the Tusken raiders.

Then, around 22BBY, his childhood fantasies started becoming a reality. A’Sharad Hett had returned and was banding the clans together again like his father Sharad Hett before him. It was also around this time that a teenage KkH'Oar'Rrhr was adopted into their clan at A’Sharad’s behest. Rkorrur'krruur'rkrur was ordered to train young KkH'Oar'Rrhr in Teräs Käsi and he would often let young Rook and his brother watch and observe. As Hett took on KkH'Oar'Rrhr as his apprentice Rororr'rkrur found himself constantly eavesdropping and spying on the pair. He was utterly fascinated by the force users and even began taking Galactic Basic lessons that Hett would give.

A handful of years go by and the Tusken Raiders are on the warpath. Ever expanding their territory and driving out the moisture farmers and others who would encroach upon their land and, more importantly, their water. During this time Rook’s brother Ruurur'oaur’rkrur had befriended KkH'Oar'Rrhr as they had become sparring partners. His tales of the Demon who’d slaughtered all of the Rrhr clan angered him and young Rook strived to learn as much as he could while sparring at his level in hopes that one day he could help KkH'Oar'Rrhr avenge his family.

Rook was ten when Hett’s Tuskens visited a small moisture farm where KkH'Oar'Rrhr’s clan had once raided five years ago. Before they could raid however their warparty was met by an old wizard. A’Sharad Hett, leading the clans from the front, rode out to confront the cloaked individual. Negotiations turned south and blue and green Lightsabers ignited before flaring in fury. Then, in a swift cleave of a blue lightsaber Hett’s arm fell to the floor. The wizard also grabbed Hett’s mask and flung it to the sand. Rook let out a gasp while KkH'Oar'Rrhr audibly ground his teeth. Shamed in front of the clans, the Tuskens turned their back on their leader and rode away leaving Hett to his fate at the hands of his enemy. As the others left, Rook slipped away and spied upon A’Sharad and the wizard and was amazed that their leader was spared death.

Rushing back, Rook reported what he had seen to KkH'Oar'Rrhr. Infighting between the clans led to splits and KkH'Oar'Rrhr was torn in his loyalty. Does he abide by his people and lead them or does he go after his former master. There were others in the clan whom felt the same and soon KkH'Oar'Rrhr had made his decision... he would go after A’Sharad Hett. Several Tuskens pledged to join KkH'Oar'Rrhr in his search. Prominent Tuskens Rogg and Bordo also joined in as well as Ruurur'oaur’rkrur.

Young and eager to prove himself, Rook’s brother defied his parents and left the clan in search of Hett. Rook, wanting so desperately to join his brother to go after his childhood idol, stowed away amongst their belongings and eventually upon the frigate they managed to steal. It wasn’t until halfway to the Outer Rim Territories that he was discovered and by then it was too late to go back.

Years went by as they searched for Hett. As a young teen Rook apprenticed himself out to many beings as they searched. Being one of the brightest of the lot he learned the basics of Corellian engineering, piloting, and even studied alchemy from a Botham hermit they discovered while pillaging Toskan for supplies.

By his late teens Rook’s crew had fallen on hard times and resorted to bounty hunting. Forming a swoop gang, the relentless sand people soon became known as the Grave Tuskens and their services were highly sought after. Their renown brought in non-Tusken recruits but they dressed as the Tusken originals to strike fear in the minds of their enemies. Their exploits and fame expanded not only their crew but they began to amass a small fleet as well. Even an experimental YT-2660 was captured and named Kterskt (Danger). Though the smallest of the ships in their possession it was the quickest, especially in the hands of its pilot, the young Rook.

By his late twenties he had usurped all he could about the ways of the force that KkH'Oar'Rrhr could teach him. Not satisfied and with a hunger for more he dabbled in the dark side and slowly it corrupted him. It was around 4 ABY that KkH'Oar'Rrhr finally got word from A’Sharad Hett and he snuck away to meet privately with his former master. Angry that KkH'Oar'Rrhr didn't take him along, Rook and his brother stole the Kterskt and left to pursue ways to increase Rororr'rkrur power.

Only recently had they finally gotten a solid lead. Some place called New Moraband and the brother's set a course. Shortly after arriving in the system they were captured and towed along. Conflict broke out and a fleeing ship severed the tractor beam that had bound them. Once free Rook chose to aid the Sith fighters engaged in battle. Ultimately the enemy escaped however Rook gained an apprenticeship and a new home for his actions.

Before he could even get very well acquainted with his new master a war broke out whilst they were aboard the Luxury Elite, waiting for an arena match to begin. The arena box above Rook exploded blasting him back against the wall and knocking him unconscious. The last thing he remembered was a message from his master to kill the droid Soliloquy.

Class: Priest
Level: 4

Tier I Skills:

Force Choke
Force Meld
Meditate
Affect Mind
Fear
Eye of Madness
Force Stealth
Tutaminis
Force Push/Pull

Tier II Skills:

Force Wound
Inspire
Force Sight
Probe Mind
Mind Shard
Touch of Chaos


SHIP PROFILE

Spoiler

Name: Kterskt (Danger)
Classification: Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-2660 light transport
Length: 34m
Armament: Laser Cannon
Consumables: 1 Month
Crew: 3 (1 Minimum)
Complement: Swoop Bike
Passengers: 3-11
Hyperdrive Equipped: Yes
Description: A cross between a troop transport and a frigate, the Corellian YT-2660 is a small but very nimble craft perfect for navigating within tight spaces and spacious enough to carry ample cargo. It’s heavy titanium plating makes it durable enough to withstand considerable damage. And the Corellian Corp continues its tradition of allowing easy customization right off the assembly line allowing owners to add to the paltry armament of single laser cannon it comes with.

 

Triple GM Approved



Name: Lennox Jerod
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Height: 5ft 9in
Weight: 10st
Physical Attributes: Red hair, piercing green eyes, likes to keep his body toned and fit
Clothing: White uniform, black boots and belt, grey cap
Abilities: Standard martial arts and weapons training. Well versed in the study of modern and historic warfare and tactics
Weapons/Tools: Blaster pistol usually holstered at his side

Faction: Imperium of the Fist
Occupation/Title: Grand Admiral
Family: Parents, still living on Coruscant, ex wife Cleo Alexandrou, son Xander
Associates: Darth Haretish

Biography: Born on Coruscant to a military family, young Lennox like most young boys looked to the stars for adventure and the beauty of space itself. His parents served in the Republic Navy and continued to serve when it transitioned into the Galactic Empire. Being a teenage at the time, his aspiration was to one day command a starship and to bring order in a galaxy full of chaos. At the urging of his parents, and under their guidance, he studied hard for the Imperial Academy and joined it’s ranks when he was 18.

At the Academy life was tough, and brutal, studying, classes and physical training, not just in weapons, but also combat and basic piloting skills. His main focus was in the Navy where he joined the command track. His hobby, when not in class was to study tactics of the past and present, keeping himself up to date as it were on the tools and techniques of battle to keep his mind sharp for when eventually he would command a starship. He impressed his instructors with his skills, not only just in tactics but weapons proficiency as well. He passed with honors and joined the Imperial Navy as an Ensign.

He served throughout the Galactic Civil War throughout several battles and campaigns using his knowledge of tactics to help his commanding officers which impressined them. These skills eventually saw him promoted to Lieutenant. Three years after the Battle of Yavin, the Battle of Endor took place and not even Jerod could predict the outcome. The Emperor and Lord Vader dead, the Empire in disarray and routed, the Rebel Alliance victorious and the Death Star 2 destroyed. Jerod’s ship was one of those who heeded the retreat order rather than sacrifice themselves.

After Endor, the Empire fell into disarray with infighting and warlordism taking over. Jerod’s ship managed to stay out of trouble and avoid any entanglements with any Imperial factions thanks to the Captain and Jerod’s quick thinking. However, eventually the Empire reformed under Admiral Sloane and Jerod rejoined the Empire fully, once again taking part in campaigns that would help crush the New Republic. Again Jerod’s knowledge and sills rose once again to the fore and helped his ship and crew avoid destruction. Unfortunately the Empire would be in turmoil once again due to Gallius Rax’s eventual takeover which was all planned. Sloane turned fugitive and Jerod was forced to work under Rax’s iron fist which he disapproved of but would never speak aloud in public.

Thanks to Rax’s machinations, a showdown occurred between the Empire and the New Republic on the desert world of Jakku. However the Empire tasted defeat once again and Jerod watched once again as the Empire crumbled, he was prepared to die for the Empire but fate was on his side. With the Super Star Destroyer Ravager now without a commander and his ship damaged, Jerod’s ship fled to the Unknown Regions in retreat.

Jerod’s knowledge of tactics had not gone unnoticed however. The mysterious Chiss Grand Admiral Thrawn contacted Jerod’s Captain to enquire about the young Lieutenant and that he had piqued his interest. Excited at a chance to impress a Grand Admiral, Jerod accepted the Chiss’s offer to visit him on Nirauan. There, the Grand Admiral introduced him to the Empire of the Hand, his group of Imperials brought together to stave off threats to the galaxy not just from the Unknown Regions, but also extra-galactic invaders. It’s mission was also to explore and pacify the Unknown Regions.

Jerod agreed to join seeing that this Empire of the Hand was a better alternative and was also a chance to further his career. With that, Thrawn promoted him to Captain and presented him with a ship, the Revelator. A while after he was given the Star Destroyer, in which he was shown to be a capable commander, a group of Sith arrived and made an alliance with Thrawn. Darh Haretisch, one of the Sith Lords was assigned to the Revelator and Jerod was uncertain about having a Sith on board, what it would do for the morale of his crew. He pounded Boneyard on New Moraband to dust, and Jerod swelled with pride that his crew and shown efficiency and skill.

These fears became unfounded until one fateful incident. After the bridge crew saw a moment of vulnerability between the Dark Lord and his daughter, the entire bridge crew were executed save for Jerod. He was prepared for his death having seen it as well, but somehow he was spared, even though he had only worked with Haretisch for a short time. He accepted then that he had already given his life to the Empire of the Hand and that he had nothing to lose.

Jerod became more confident even with Darth Haretisch making sure he would not fail him, he was unfazed about the death and destruction he was dealing out. However Jerod had to use his quick thinking once again. After the Revelator had arrived close to where the Luxury Elite was sitting, a bomb was thrown into the main reactor by Darth Insipid’s forces, causing a chain reaction that would destroy the ship. With only seconds to spare, Jerod managed to get into an escape pod and launch himself away before the ship exploded, and Jerod lamented the loss of his crew and once again losing an entire bridge compliment.

He was eventually rescued. Shortly after the battle for the Luxury Elite word began to spread, Grand Admiral Thrawn had disappeared. With that, new factions began to form after the war began, with Jerod choosing to stay with Darth Haretisch and the newly renamed Imperium of the Fist. He was also promoted to Admiral during the first six months of the war, although Jerod did wonder how he had earned such a title after losing the Revelator. With command of the Imperium fleet now given to him, Jerod now takes the fight to Darth Insipid’s First Order and Dark Lady Bellorums Twilight Sun.

 

Thrice Approved!

Names: Tyris, Thorne, and Talon Kestal

Sex: All male

Ages: 23

Species: Humans

Homeworld: Coruscant

Occupation: Imperium of the Fist Stormtroopers

Heights: All 1.83 Meters

Weight: 72.5 Kilograms

Physical Attributes: Identical Triplets, with the only way to tell them apart being a gash above Thorne’s right eye and a chunk missing from Tyris’ left ear

Clothing: Caped Camouflage Stormtrooper Armor



Abilities: Highly skilled military combatants, proficient in all forms of weaponry, trained in and masters of Teräs Käsi. The brothers are also somewhat Force sensitive, having the ability to communicate with one another telepathically, but nothing further

Weapons/Tools: Each carries a BlasTech E-11 assault rifle, Tyris carries a TMW-M1 “Lance” sniper rifle, Thorne and Talon each wield TX-23 Fireworm heavy blaster pistols, and each carries 2 VibroDaggers, one on the left hip and one on the right ankle.

BlasTech E-11 rifle:



TMW-M1 “Lance” Sniper Rifle:



TX-23 Fireworm heavy pistol:



VibroDaggers:



Family: No other siblings, taken from parents at birth without knowledge of anything left behind

Associates: Imperium of the Fist, Darth Haretisch, General Vexx, Darth Francium

Faction: Imperium of the Fist

Biography: The Kestal Brothers, as they are known throughout the Imperium military, were born on Coruscant before being immediately taken from their parents and sent to an academy to be raised. Once they were old enough, the caught on with the powerhouse military regime known as the Imperium of the Fist. The triplets had led countless numerous victories during their time in the service, and were regarded very highly by their peers and superiors. They were charged with leading a reserve specialist unit for the Imperium during the Battle of Zakuul, but were never deployed into battle.

 

Triumvirate approved CS for Darth Vyatoris / Azeth Drost

Name: Darth Vyatoris (previously known as: Azeth Drost)
Sex: Male
Age: 25 (Technically over 1,000 years old, due to being in stasis. Azeth is still coming to terms with this knowledge)
Species: Miraluka
Homeworld: Alpheridies

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 148lbs

Physical Attributes: Azeth has a tall, lithe frame, snow white skin, and long silver-grey hair which flows down below the shoulder blades. Azeth's face is generally described as being nondescript, apart from the lack of eyes as was the norm of his species. Due to his rather average appearance, Azeth finds it incredibly easy to blend in with crowds. When in combat, Azeth will use his slim from to slide away from attacks.

Spoiler: Azeth, Armored/Unarmored

Clothing: On a day to day basis, Azeth wears a very plain dark grey cloak, complete with a hood which he will almost always have raised over his head, hiding his face in shadow. Azeth often wears a ceremonial white and gold strap of cloth over his eye sockets, to cover up his lack of eyes. On formal occasions, he will wear a ceremonial Miralukan Robe, which is pure white cloth, outlined by gold bands across the chest and arms. When expecting to face a combat situation, Azeth will wear form fitting black synth-weave armor, outlined in bands of crimson, his face covered in similar colored cloth.

Abilities: Extensive training in lightsaber Froms III: Soresu and Form V: Djem So, as well as minor training in Form II: Makashi. In combat, Azeth prefers to allow an enemy combatant to wear themselves out, before finishing the fight with a series of deadly power attacks. Recently, he has begun training himself in Form II, mostly to have a larger range of offensive opportunities. While relatively new to the Dark Side, (Still lacking any dedicated Sith training) Azeth is rather adept in the use of standard telekinetic force strikes and Force Stealth, due to previous tutelage as a Jedi. He is currently attempting to teach himself Force Lightning, but with little noticeable results.

Weapons/Tools:
Azeth's main weapon is a black hilted, red bladed lightsaber. This lightsaber was constructed after the fateful duel with his former master, wherein his first saber was rendered unusable. While barely used, Azeth also carries around a second, shota-sized lightsaber, which was previously used by his former Jedi Master.

After discovering blueprints detailing their creation, Azeth will often use thrown poison-coated Shikkar blades at his enemies, if nothing else as a means of distraction, while he moves in for the kill.

As he has no form of normal vision, Azeth has no way of using scoped weapons, rendering anything more than a blaster pistol almost impossible to use. Other than that, Azeth always has at least one datapad and holorecorder on his person at all times, recording anything and everything that he finds interesting. Unfortunately for those around him, there is very little that he isn't interested in.

Spoiler: Azeth's new Lightsaber

Faction: First Order
Occupation/Title: Explorer/Scholar, Apprentice
Family: Dar'yi Drost (Father - Deceased), Nethia Drost (Mother - Deceased), Tellia Krozae (Sister - Deceased)
Associates: Jedi Master Aseda Physsas (Deceased), Torig Na (Imperial Archeologist - Alive)

Spoiler: Bio

Azeth Drost was born on the Miraluka homeworld of Alpheridies in 1021 BBY, to a loving family of three,a mother, father, and sister. His childhood was painfully average, until he reached the age of four. His father, a Jedi Battlemaster, began noticing an increasing level of force aptitude simply radiating from his young child. Not knowing what else to do, Dar'yi Drost, his father, brought Azeth to Alpheridies' Jedi Temple for training. While initially curious about Dar'yi's intentions, the Jedi Council accepted Azeth into the temple, to begin immediate training, albeit removed from his blood relatives.

Azeth's time at the Jedi Temple on Alpheridies was relatively short, only being five years, before he was transferred to the Temple on Coruscant itself. At the time, the Alpheridies' Temple began worrying that the close proximity of Azeth's blood family would hinder his Jedi training, especially the child's ability to learn detachment.

The next few years passed without incident. Azeth was a model student, always eager for new knowledge, a hunger that his teachers would unknowingly feed with each lesson. At age 13, Azeth was officially promoted to the rank of Padawan, and paired with the Jedi Knight Aseda Physsas, a red-skinned Togruta female. Master Physsas was an odd teacher, in almost every aspect. While the Temple preached detachment and stoicism, Physsas often treated Azeth as a loved son, and expected him to treat her as a matriarchal figure. As the years would pass by, the pair would slowly bond, becoming much closer than what was considered proper at the Jedi Temple. However, their exemplary mission results generally kept the Council quiet.

This would change for the worst on the eve of Azeth's 21st birthday. For years, he had secretly been amassing the archive's collective knowledge, especially files that were considered banned from being accessed by Padawans. Master Physsas had been feeding this hunger for knowledge as well, constantly challenging him to form his own opinions on the manner of the force. After a particularly heated "debate" with another Jedi Master, in which Azeth began spouting rather Sith-like ideology, Azeth was temporarily restricted from accessing the Jedi archives, and his master brought in for questioning.

Frustrated at both his own punishment, and the treatment of Master Pyssas, Azeth slowly began turning away from the light side of the force, wallowing in a pool of anger at his own misfortune. The next night, Azeth successfully snuck back into the archives, downloading almost everything he could without being caught. He would continue this trend for a full two weeks, each successful trip hastening the Padawan's descent from the Light. Emboldened by his recent successes, Azeth came to the decision to "borrow" a Holocron from the Holocron Vault. He was discovered almost immediately after stepping foot inside the vault, and was forced to flee the temple, Temple Guards in hot pursuit.

After three months of moving between grimy bars and dilapidated slums in the lower levels of Coruscant, Azeth managed to stow away on a freighter heading offworld. By this time, he was officially named a traitor to the Jedi Order, and a bounty was, informally, placed on his head.

Two long, painful years pass. Each day was spent looking over his shoulder, expecting a group of Jedi to come rushing out of the shadows to grab him, yet, none ever came. The Jedi were preoccupied fighting a pitched battle against the Sith, which presented a much bigger threat than some disgraced Padawan. Azeth was, put lightly, miserable. His hunger for knowledge had done nothing but bring him pain. The holocron, while temporarily useful, contained little in the way of lightsaber or force techniques, both of which Azeth had been relying on to survive in the multitude of slums he often found himself inhabiting across the galaxy. However, the constant use of disguises, both physical and force-based, did give Azeth a practical, if not haphazard manner of learning Force Stealth, which he used to great effectiveness.

Azeth would descend fully into the dark side on his 25th birthday. He had heard rumors of a discovered Sith temple on a planet in the Unknown Regions, and, through use of the force, forced a pilot to charter a flight there. Before he could depart, the young Miraluka was confronted suddenly by his old Master, tears streaming down her cheeks. After escaping Ruusan, she had dedicated her life to finding and capturing Azeth, but upon seeing him again, knew he would not come peacefully.

Aseda Physsas struck first, igniting her twin blue sabers in an instant, bring them both in a quick diagonal slash. Not anticipating her sudden attack, Azeth barely managed to ignite his own green saber, stumbling backwards as the blades connected. His former master, with a flick of her wrist, moved his own saber to the side, opening up his right flank for attack. Sensing this, Azeth, mostly out of desperation, delivered a savage headbutt into the forehead of his former master, giving him ample time to hop backwards into a more defensible stance. Recovering almost immediately, Master Physsass began delivering a whirlwind of graceful attacks, each one carefully redirected by Azeth harmlessly to the side. The duel continued as such for almost two hours, Master Physsas' Niman style failing to break through Azeth's Soresu defense. Azeth, sensing his master's endurance beginning to slip, changed tactics, and began pushing his advantage, each strike punishing the exhausted Togruta. Gathering his strength, Azeth prepared a penultimate overhead swing, fully intending to end the duel, once and for all. Master Physsas, realzing she was beaten, simply smiled faintly and turned off her sabers, awaiting her own demise.

With his master dead, Azeth boarded the recently acquired ship, mind tormented between the rush of battle, and the mental anguish at killing the equivalent of his own mother.Before he left, Azeth collected one of his master's sabers, otherwise leaving the body where it lay. The journey was excruciating. No matter the circumstance, Azeth was haunted by the smiling face of his master. Not sure whether the pain was from an injury he sustained in battle, or from her spirit itself tormenting him,, Azeth shielded his mind, delving fully into the dark side to compensate. On arrival, Azeth's old hunger for knowledge kicks back in, temporarily masking his regrets. After disposing of the pilot, Azeth rushed inside the abandoned Sith temple, ignoring his instincts to stay away.

While most of the temple was bare, looted long ago, a massive domed room in the heart of the temple caught his eye, specifically, the sealed stone sarcophagus in the center. Ignoring the overall sense of danger radiating from the sarcophagus, Azeth proceed to ignite his lightsaber, cutting away at a series of locks buried into the sarcophagus's main face. The room exploded in a blinding flash, followed by booming laughter. Suddenly unable to control his own body, Azeth slowly marched to the now empty coffin, climbing inside with awkward, jolting motions. In a panic, he tried resisting through the force, fully devolving into a rage of emotions, but to no avail. The last thing Azeth would see, were the two main doors of the coffin slide back into place overhead, and the sounds of locks clanking into place.

Azeth would spend the next thousand years in a state of forced stasis, completely unaware of the passing of time around him. He would finally be awoken from his eternal slumber by a team of Imperial archeologists in 5 ABY, who were surveying the planet's numerous Sith temples. The lead of the expedition, an Imperial named Torig Na, briefed Azeth of current events, specifically on the brewing Civil War between the galaxy's three surviving Sith factions. Torig, an ardent supporter of the old Empire, now supported the First Order, and recommended Azeth to do the same Without any substantial alternative, Azeth agreed, following the archeologists back to their camp, before catching a shuttle departing to the First Order's capital. Showing latent abilities in the force, Azeth was to be formally trained in the dark side, to become a weapon to be used against the rivaling Sith.

It mattered little to Azeth. He had a lot of reading to catch up on, if killing a few inconsequential worms along was needed to do so, than so be it.

Class: Sorcerer
Level: 1, Apprentice

Tier I Skills:
Push/Pull, Shock, Force Stealth, Meditate, Affect Mind, Tutaminis


Tier II Skills:
Force Wave, Probe Mind, Conceal Essence

Tier III Skills:
N/A

 

GM Approved

CHARACTER SHEET



Name: Darth Arach

Sex: female

Age: 22

Species: human

Homeworld: Rikku

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 135lb

Physical Attributes: Long, black hair, bright piercing gold eyes, fair skin, and a long thin scar on the bottom of her right forearm.

Clothing: Anything that helps her blend in with the locals of whichever planet she is on, complete with a medium brown cloak with a deep hood to hide her face if she chooses.

Abilities: Due to the constant tragedies in her past, Arach is serious by nature, but she has a sarcastic and a mischievous streak that help to balance it out. When she was sixteen, she became a very skilled scavenger and fighter both of which still come in handy at times.

Weapons/Tools: A standard lightsaber with a blood orange blade, a dagger made from bone with the blade serrated and the hilt curving into a sharp point at the tip, a vibroblade, a pendant necklace of which the pendant is in an intricate set and has the ability to calm and focus the mind of whomever touches it, and a ring given to her by Darth Talon that conceals her thoughts, worn on her left middle finger.

Faction: undeclared

Occupation/Title: Sith watcher assassin

Family: all deceased

Associates: unknown

Biography: Isa had a happy childhood. Her parents were part of a group of humans colonizing a planet known as Rikku. It has a lot of grassy knolls and is perfect for growing crops, located in the Outer Rim. This group was, also, part of a social experiment. It was on Rikku that she was born.

For ten years, the colony grew. It became a place of hard work and prosperity. At least, this is how it seemed on the surface. It took ten years for the damage to be damage to become noticeable and discovered. By then, it was almost too late.

It started with the crops. Very gradually, the crops started to become poisoned and rotten. They managed to contain it and even appeared to stop it for a brief while. Just long enough to lull the colonists into a false sense of security. Then, it came back with a vengeance. The crops weren't the only things contaminated. Now, the livestock was, too.

When it was discovered that the livestock had been infected, the animals, themselves, had become far more aggressive than normal. In the more advanced cases, the animals developed a type of madness to the point where they would turn on each other and eat their flesh.

From there, it only got worse.

Once the livestock became infected, it was only a matter of time for the colonists to become Infected. The infection disguised itself, at first, as different common ailments. It, then, became more deadly accompanied with an insationable hunger. The violence that had been reported with the animals became so much more horrific once the colonists became infected.

Only a few weren't infected. Isa and her parents were among them.

Isa's parents and other Uninfected tried to come up with a cure, but the contagion spread far too quickly for an effective cure. In the end, they sent for help almost too late.

Isa had been with a friend when the Infected became too many to contain. Worried for her parents, she slipped away in the confusion.

She, eventually, heard screams that sounded like her mother coming from the direction of the market. They faded as she followed them.

When she arrived she saw the market had been overrun. Some of the Infected were busy in small groups of three or four. Closest to her, she saw two groups of four each. She recognized the clothing of the two victims as belonging to her parents.

Upon realizing this, the child couldn't help but stare in shock, horror, and tremendous grief as her parents were being consumed right before her eyes. She, then, slowly felt something within her begin to snap. Then, the Infected noticed her.

She was frozen with horror as they came toward her. Then, an inferno ignited within her. Never before had Isa felt such anger and hatred.

With tears streaming, Isa let out an incredible scream as the built up inferno released in a powerful pulse. It shredded through the ranks of not only the Infected surrounding her parents, but through the ones surrounding the other victims as well.

Safe and exhausted, the child collapsed to her knees and had just enough strength to crawl to her dead mother's side.

When the response team found her sometime later, Isa couldn't really remember what had happened to the Infected surrounding her.

On the ship with the other survivors, was an older woman by the name of Sadie Brown. Sadie had been a neighbor and a surrogate aunt to the child and took her in upon learning that she was alone.

Sadie died when Isa was sixteen. The older woman's heart had given out.

Now, she carried Sadie's death with her along with her parents'. The memory of her parents' deaths was still unclear to her.

After Sadie's death, Isa took to the streets and became a scavenger and thief.

It wasn't long before she learned that she was different than the others around her. She was far more successful at stealing items of value from shopkeepers and customers alike. And she was very skilled at finding the right haul when she scavenged.

Months after learning to survive on her own, she came across a thirteen- year- old, whose softness of character made her a prime target for other scavengers and predators.

Saving the girl, Lock, from a savage beating, Isa took her under her wing.

Isa taught Lock how to scavenge and fight.

Seeing how the girl was naturally quick and unnoticeable when she wanted, Isa usually took her with her to use as a scout.

Slowly and eventually, the two came to consider the each other as family.

A little over a year later, Lock was brutally murdered by a canabalistic, nomadic- like tribe called the Raiders.

Upon hearing her friend being attacked, Isa had pinned the attackers against the hold of the crashed ship she had been scavaging from, and held a fatally dying Lock.

Laying the girl's corpse on the ground, Isa used her new- found power and, in turn, slowly and brutally murdered the three Raiders one by one.

Accomplishing this, Isa picked up Lock's vibroblade and left the crash, never returning.

One day in the market, two years later, she stole a customer's purse.

She didn't realize this was not one of her normal victims until the Sith Master caught up to her.

Impressed enough with her skill, the Sith brought her to Moraban to the Sith Academy. There she trained until she became apprenticed to Emperor Dreadwar.

Isa's, now Arach’s, first mission was to the Valley of the Dark Lords on Moraban, to bring back Darths Cruor and Draconis, lead by the Dark Lord Haretisch.

After the mission's successful completion, she looked among the dead and found the necklace and dagger.

On the return trip to the temple, Arach felt her master's death. After arriving at the temple, she was elevated to Lord.

While enraged over her master's death, she was contacted by a mysterious woman, later revealed to be Darth Talon, who told her that Insipid had murdered Dreadwar and named himself Emperor. She, then, offered her the chance to avenge her master's death. Arach accepted her offer and was told that a ring was hidden on the shuttle that waited for her next mission.

Afterwards, she rejoined Lord Haretisch and two apprentices, Kwea and Octavious, to fight the entity that had made Lords Cruor and Draconis go temporarily insane.

While facing the entity, it showed her one of her deepest regrets and most painful memory. Lock's death.

During the final battle, Arach touched the entity's conscious using the Force and became trapped in a steadily collapsing mindscape with Darth Haretisch, who had followed her. During this time, as they waited for the two apprentices to destroy the entity, Arach came to trust Haretisch and consider him as a surrogate master.

After the successful completion of the mission, Arach was promoted to High Lord, had discovered a boost in her powers, and learned that she carried a piece of a key that could either lock Typhojem away, or be used to release him.

After defeating an old Sith escaped from carbonite with Kwea and Octavious, the assassin met with Haretisch who gave her an apprentice. Darth Syren, a young woman who was millennia old and had been in stasis on Hoth.

Not long later, while preparing for a celebratory feast, those who had pledged alligence to the left- handed God, Typhojem attacked the Sith on Moraband.

During this battle, some of the Sith had either been killed, or had turned traitor and then killed. However, the Sith emerged victorious, even when Abeloth made an appearance.

Shortly before the Sith went to Mortis, at the Dawn Herald's orders, Arach left secretly, but returned just in time to feel Haretisch's betrayal.

With Abeloth destroyed, after she told Emperor Insipid about Arach's almost betrayal, Insipid becoming the Son, and Typhojem's release, another ritual was performed. It threw the broken Sith Empire into another time and universe.

Soon after the Sith had found a home on Zakuul, which they had renamed New Moraband, Arach was sent on series of secret missions by the Dawn Herald to help fund the Dark Lady's plans.

Upon returning to New Moraband, Arach was sent to help a couple of Sith in the forests. She met Darth Serapis and Alekto, then disappeared.

Her currant whereabouts are unknown.

Class: former High Lord

Level: 7

Tier I Skills:
Force Shock
Force Rage
Force Push/ Pull
Force Choke
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Fear
Ignite
Chill
Meditate
Concoction
Force Drain


Tier II Skills:
Probe Mind
Conceal Essence
Mind Shard
Immolate
Freeze
Force Lightning
Force Wound
Force Wave
Dark Side Healing


Tier III Skills:
Force Illusions
Art of the Small
Force Scream

 

Character sheet:

Name: Naed Werdna

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Species: Human

Homeworld: Corellia


Height: 6'1"

Weight: 150 lb

Physical Attributes: Not that muscular, short brown hair; hazel eyes

Clothing: See Han Solo’s clothing in ANH for Reference

Abilities: Decent Shot; Adept at unarmed combat

Weapons/Tools: E-11 Blaster Rifle; DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol; Vibro-knife


Faction: Imperium of the Fist (affiliated)

Occupation/Title: Bounty Hunter

Family: Orphan

Associates: None

Biography: Orphaned on Corellia at the age of ten, Naed Werdna became a bounty hunter out of sheer necessity. While not the best bounty hunter in the business, he has recently been contracted by the Imperium of the Fist to assassinate opposing officials.


Class: Non-Force Sensitive

Level: 1

 

Darth Cocytus's Personal Ship


Name: Coldblood
Classification: Modified Star Fighter
Length: 26.5 meters
Armament: 6 lazer cannons
Consumables: 3 months?
Crew: Darth Cocytus, plus an astromech (R2-D7)
Complement: N/A
Passengers: 5
Hyperdrive Equipped: Y/N:
Description: A modified Star Fighter inspired by the Scimitar of Darth Maul and Darth Sidious. Despite technological superiority over the original, it lacks the cloaking device Maul had.

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Naed Werdna's Personal Ship:

Name: Kcirtap's Revenge
Classification: Modified Nssis-Class Clawcraft
Length: 7.65 Meters
Armament: 2 SFS L-s7.2 Laser Cannons; 2 SW-7a Light Ion Cannons
Consumables: 1 Week
Crew: Naed Werdna
Complement: N/A
Hyperdrive Equipped: Yes (Class 1.5)
Description: a slightly modified Nssis-Class Clawcraft that had half of its Laser Cannons replaced with SW-7a Light Ion Cannons.

 

Name: Bron Dooku
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: Human
Homeworld: Serenno

Height: 1.92 meters
Weight: 80 kilograms
Physical attributes: Bron Dooku looks very much like his late father and infamous great-uncle, except for his blue eyes and mane of mid-length curly hair.
Clothing: Blue Vjun tunic, armorweave cape, rancor leather boots (inherited)
Abilities: Due to his noble birth and upbringing in both the House of Dooku and the House of Organa, Bron is a competent speaker and diplomat. Being a historian by training, he has a keen understanding of galactic history. Back on Alderaan, he was taught the rudiments of blaster fighting by Weapons Master Giles Durane, but it never was his strong suit.
Weapons/Tools: Alderaan Kueget LN-21 blaster, comlink, notepad, Tapani lightfoil (a heirloom, hardly ever used)

Faction: New Republic
Occupation/Title: Historian, Count of Serenno (in exile)
Family: None alive, although he does see Leia Organa as an older sister of sorts.
Associates: Dassid (RX-Series pilot droid)

Biography:
Born in 13 BBY to Adan Dooku and his wife Maite, Bron is the grand-nephew of Count Dooku, Count of Serenno, defrocked Jedi and leader of the CIS. At age ten, Bron was caught up in political assassinations during the 25th anniversary of the Alderaan Ascendancy Contention, which cost him his father. Although Bron was almost killed himself, he was saved, rather ironically, by his father's assassin, Imperial agent Jahan Cross, who placed him in the care of Bail Organa. The heir of House Dooku was to remain on Alderaan until he was old enough to reclaim his title and position if he wanted to. Meanwhile, back on Bron's homeworld, everyone believed him dead, and the title of Count of Serenno landed in the hands of House Borgin.

Mere weeks before the Empire destroyed Alderaan, Bail and Breha Organa sent Bron to the University of Barleth, where he was to continue his instruction in history, philosophy, and social studies. Therefore, he only just escaped the Disaster, but lived in the grief of having lost yet another home and another family. Still unable to return to Serenno as long as the Empire existed, Bron regrouped with the Alderaanian diaspora.

At 18, he engaged in an history research career, which earned him academic praise and comfortable (though not enormous) emoluments. He notably researched the ancient human civilization of Seoul 5, and worked on the Duro Valley of Royalty with Dustini Spa Ronii.

SHIP PROFILE

Name: Carannia's Light
Classification: Modified GX1 Short Hauler
Length: 27 meters
Armament: Turret-mounted double laser cannons
Consumables: 1 month
Crew: 2 (slave-rigged)
Complement: Standard
Passengers: 6
Hyperdrive: Class 2.0
Description: The Carannia's Light would be your standard GX1 Short Hauler in its original pleasure craft form if not for its upgraded weaponry (turret-mounted double laser cannons instead of a single civilian-grade turbolaser) and slave rig (allowing to a drastic reduction of the required crew).

 

Name: Tyrak Kar'b, Darth Kyramud
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Species: Mandalorian
Homeworld: Mandalore

Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 178lbs

Physical Attributes: Tall, strong, received Mandalorian Combat Training
Clothing: Sith Robes, Imperial Attire (When he needs to fit in) , Mandalorian Armor (Two sets, one a typical Mandalorian armor with black and red designs and the other is Spartan style armor, Casual Wear, Black Market wear


Abilities: Once a man of great honor and power, he fell to becoming a slicer and hacker, with skills that could break all simple systems, most complicated systems and some of the hardest systems to crack.
Weapons/Tools: Sniper Rifle, Lightsaber Spear (Red Kyber), Slicing Tools, Credits, Stun Grenades. Beskar sword and spear.



Faction: Twilight Sun
Occupation/Title: Sith, Slicer, Assassin
Family: Deceased
Associates: Deceased or Missing
Biography:
Tyrak, the Hunter of the Kar'b Clan of Mandalore, fell when hunting the Krayt Dragons of Tatooine. According, of course, to the Mandalorians who had thrown him in there. But they did not know Tyrak well enough to know that he wasn't going to die in the stomach of a Krayt Dragon. After slitting it's stomach open, Tyrak managed to escape the dark clutches that he had faced. Covered in acidic stomach acids and smelling like ***t, he couldn't bring himself to go to Mandalore, after being humiliated like this. He dragged himself city through city, managing to clean himself up and get a good handful of credits after slicing a few terminals. Then the Empire crumbled and the rest is history, until he found a group that caught his eye in the Black Market. They called themselves the Twilight Sun, but that's all they would give. Well, I mean, you couldn't expect Tyrak to not slice their terminal, could you? He did get caught however, but now he knew what they were. He begged them to allow him to join them, and he got an answer that he would always remember. No. However this did not stop Tyrak. He trained for months to improve and hone the skills he had picked up in the black market, and tracked them down so he could show these skills. This time, however, they struck a deal with him, if they brought him along on one of their missions and he showed these skills in action, they would accept him, but if he failed... he would be killed.
Class: Assassin
Level: 1

Tier I Skills:
Fear
Eye of Madness
Force Choke
Meditate
Force Stealth
Affect Mind
Tier II Skills:
Conceal Essence
Force Wound
Mind Shard
Tier III Skills: