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  • Amur


  • Full name:
    Amur​
    Homeworld
    Correlia​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    Female​
    Age:
    27​
    Height:
    5'8"​
    Weight:
    160 ibs​
    Faction:
    The Sith Empire​
    Rank:
    Sith Knight​


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  • Imagine this: A Naive girl with stars in her eyes and hope festooning from every orifice from the planet of Corellia. Armed with a desire for change and to make the life for the citizens of the Republic better. That would be the woman known as Skyler Targrin. Born from a fairly well off family that had doctors, politicians, old money and new connected to it, Skyler's early childhood was in many ways privileged compared to those that knew only the hustle and bustle of the slums. She had many luxuries that others would envy such as access to some of the best education in Corellia, Nice well cooked food every day, and being completely shielded from the anxiety and stressors that her parents were experiencing to sustain things being able to just have a normal childhood. She learned a lot though what she also saw and experience was the the core worlds beginning to tear eachother apart in a constant state of upheaval.

    The gears inside Skyler's mind would begin to turn as she started to notice that something felt wrong with the fact that she could sit in comfort as she watched holofootage of war torn streets and news of atrocities going on all throughout the Galaxy. She felt like her parents and the rest of her extended families desires to just keep the status quo and nothing more were lack luster. So she started to put that mind of hers to the books and keeping her eyes outward for opportunities realizing that she would have a chance to make it into the political scene. Every lesson with a tutor or in university was now fueled with learning the workings of the legislation and every party and event could be used to get a contact that could place her in the room where it happens.

    At 21 Skyler would be actively campaigning and trying to get into office on the local level in coronet city though in her pursuits she would encounter one man. Dex Luval. Charming, Handsome, a smile that could melt her heart and a brain who's workings utterly entranced the young idealist. She felt like she had met a kindred soul, and soon she would start to fall for the man. Dex was the type of guy that Skyler felt like she could trust with anything. He seemed so clever and with so much insight that Skyler would listen and follow his advice religiously. Soon catering the way she dressed, spoke and acted for him. She would spend more and more time with him trying hard to get that first step into the doors of political power to no avail. Before she knew it she had isolated herself from her old family and friends. She was but a fly stuck in a spider's web.

    Then at the age of 24 she complied with his suggestion that the two take a vacation on the snowy planet of Carlac. Spending time together in a nice estate in the quiet frozen forest was pleasant. Until the penny dropped that night and the loving facade of Dex Luval fell. Dex would end up tying Skyler to a chair gloating to her over the fact that she had been swayed by him so easily and the joy that he got from having her around his finger. It shattered the girl's perception of the last three years of her life and her entire relationship with the man. Then to top it off she would be covered in flammable liquid along with the rest of the house and lit aflame.

    Instinct called and not thinking as her body burned she would end up throwing herself out of a window and falling two stories before tumbling into a river. In that moment of pain, sorrow and rage something would call to her and a primal desire to survive would slam it's way through the force. Somehow managing to sustain herself through to the morning as she floated. She would finally wash up ashore and in her dazing vision she would find a black figure approaching her. It turned out to be a Sith out in the wild who ran into her purely by happenstance. Normally the Sith would have put the poor weakling out of it's misery but the outcry of the force coming from her made him think otherwise and rescue Skyler.

    While severely wounded having sustained burns on 40% of her body she would survive. Doing so she would be offered to prove her worth as a Sith and undergo training so that she may "Walk as a predator and prey on the vile weak". It held firm in the Scorched woman's mind and soon she found herself training in the Sith empire and learning to harness and control the force and feed the dark side. Along with learning the art of the Saber. Her new world accepted and her old life seen as now a farce and dead for good. In this training she would drop her old name and now calls herself Amur. Now determined to prove her worth Amongst the strong and rise above. She managed to claw her way up to Knight and is hungry for more.

  • Note: One of the few images of Amur post incident, though it should be noted that Amur is wearing a wig in this image.

    Heavy Scarring forever marks Amur and is a constant visual reminder for the woman of her past mistakes, her foolishness. Her once uniform blonde hair is now marked with several patches of bare scalp. There is a long pronunced scar that runs up the right side of her face. All throughout her body are large areas of scar tissue that ache and cry in pain. One with a keen examining eye may even be able to note a few minor scars made from cuts when she crashed through a window. Her fall into the Darkside has meant that her scars have shown little signs of healing are her to stay.

    Her physical appearance ends up becoming a sticking point for Amur. Often times she struggles with looking herself in the mirror and has long since grew tired of the looks she may get from onlookers that see her face, She has found solace in the power she feels wearing her armor and the connotations that people associate with it along with an ignited red saber.

    Despite being able to potentially heal her wounds and enhance herself with cybernetics Amur so far has refused any such treatments. She rather live with the reminder of her prior sins than potentially live in a state of comfort that could make her forget and remake the same mistakes.
  • Strengths and Weaknesses
    Deviously Alluring - An interest in politics and first hand experience has made Amur quite the manipulator, often trying to push and tug at people through her witty and snarky 'face'.

    Tactically Creative - Amur will often try to find ways to use the environment and other measures to give herself an advantage in combat, and will often to try to work her enemies attacks against them or to her benefit.

    A Conduit of Pain - Drawing from the Darkside of the Force is simple for Amur as she focus on the sensations of her chronic pain. It's her primary channel for the force and gives her ample energy for a fight.

    A Frail and Painful existence - Due to her prior injuries she suffers from Chronic pain that grates on her every nerve ending, and finds that any hit she does sustain to be much more intense as a result.

    Sophisticate and the Beast - Her normal mindset of cynical politicking is often having to be managed with a much more primitive, primal side of her that developed from her usage of the darkside, resulting in her having to find outlets for her more violent urges.

    Dead Inside - Amur has found herself closed off from having any personal feelings to people. She can only look at most in the guise of how they could be swayed to benefit her.





  • ARMOR: Sith Legionnaire Armor With a custom helmet as seen in the picture above that is functionally identical the standard issue helmet. A hooded cloak is also worn but offers no significant enhancements to protection for now it merely enhances presence. Another thing to note is that Amur is almost always seen inside her armor with her helmet on. Very few will ever see the Scorched Knight's true form underneath.

    WEAPONS:

    Sidearm: HPX-7 Bog standard and functional what more could one ask from a pistol.

    Melee: Lightsaber Used and abused with plenty scrapes and a worn out finish to the hilt. Rugged, proven and been through it's fair share of hells. An accurate reflection of it's user.

    SI-HB-2 Because sometimes Lightsabers are too clean and elegant and you want to make a more brutal impression on your enemies.

    Thrown

    2x Thermal Detonators worn around the belt

    2x Flash grenades attached to user's belt

    2x Ion Grenades also attached to the user's belt
 
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A Jedi concept that I'll hopefully not abandon





  • Vil Cesslo


  • Full name:
    Vil Cesslo​
    Homeworld
    Nar Shadda​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    Male​
    Age:
    19​
    Height:
    5'7"​
    Weight:
    140 ibs​
    Faction:
    Jedi Order​
    Rank:
    Jedi Padawan​


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  • For Vil things were pretty simple. Born in slums of Nar Shadda he quickly became accustomed to life on the overcrowded streets. His parents being poor and broke meant that he had to take what he could get growing up. In doing so he would naturally begin to fall into a life of crime that was so common for anyone that called the planet home. So for Vil being a street rat and petty thief was just normal as he did whatever he could to get some more food to add to his meager starving diet.

    Though after a while he would end up falling in with a group of kids his age that would slowly transform into a lowly street gang, as that was just what everyone did in the area, it just felt all too normal for Vil. They would roam around, cause trouble and get into fights. Robbing people who looked like good marks and scavving for scraps all in the pursuit of subsistence above everything else. As a result Vil never really paid too much thought over whether what he and his fellow cronies were doing was right or wrong. No thoughts of trying to escape from this or even realizing that he could be doing so much more and living better. The cage of slum life was firmly established in his mind and it's oppressing nature all but invisible to him.

    Over time the gang he was in were growing more and more ambitious, and the desire to get into the good graces of a hutt lord and get a reputation begin to intoxicate the ambitions of everyone with in and that was where everything went wrong. In an attempt to steal a shipment of military grade weapons he and several of his friends would be attacked by a group of mercenaries that also wanted to steal the cargo. Vil would be only one spared as everyone else that took part in the heist was killed. Vil instead was taken by the mercenary group for questioning... The exact events were something Vil would actively try to forget even though it seemed impossible. The end result being that he would lose his tongue and be sold off as a slave by the mercenaries.

    The following year as a slave was a dark part of his past as Vil would just be crushed by what happened to him and his inability to now talk and communicate was the cherry on top. He would just do his job feeling all hope was lost. Many days he would want to just give up on living though the harsh and cruel treatment of his slave masters would also help reinforce the strong fear he developed ever since the day he lost his tongue. Hope and a chance at Salvation would come to Vil despite feeling swallowed up by misery he know was force to live in. A Jedi investigating something would come across the group of slaves and take matters into their own hands as he would free the slaves. The Jedi would take a special interest in Vil both due to the pity they felt for him and because the Jedi was able to sense his dormant force sensitivity. So Vil would be offered to be taken in and potentially be trained in the art of the Force and Jedi ways. Vil seeing his second chance at life seized the opportunity. A new found optimism and joy filling him as he started to discover and hone his abilities in the force and for a chance to right the wrongs and be a better person as he now was able to look back at his life with a new found hindsight.


  • Vil at first glance might appear to be a very timid and introspective person and that's because he is that now. Being unable to properly communicate forced him to withdraw and occupy himself more with his thoughts. Though now he's training as a Jedi it's becoming easier to try to reach out to people. Still he struggles with trust even with Jedi as a result of his pass so Vil will usual keep a lot of personal details of his life close to his chest as a result. Trying to get an idea of what he struggles and eats at him can be difficult. Vil has a strongly ingrained fear of conflict and people that he needs to overcome, often times the nature of this fear being of losing control and having no agency or power in situations. This can be problematic as it can trigger memories of his prior trauma which are often debilitating when his mind fixates on them.

    Still despite his flaws there is one thing that burns brightly within the Padawan. A desire to repent for his earlier life and to move on and become a better stronger person. Even if his past tries it's hardest to tear him down and keep him binded to the ground he'll try to pull himself back up and try again.
  • Strengths and Weaknesses
    Street Smart - His prior life on the streets of Nar Shaddaa means he has a good intuition and common sense.

    Powerful Desire to Learn - While he's pretty inexperienced in the usage of the Force, Vil wants to learn and improve leading to him putting 110% into his training of the force.

    We Fall so we Can Get Back up - Failure is all to common to Vil but he'll try to pick himself and surpass his failings time and time again.

    Tongueless - Having lost his tongue communication is naturally a massive obstacle he has to constantly live with. Vil as a result has to try other methods to talk to people such as sign language, writing and other means.

    Fear and what it leads to - Traumatized by his experiences if Vil can be rather timid and averse to direct conflict. It also means that he's vulnerable to the whispers of the dark side and in situations where he feels he's losing control or has to his trauma is being triggered may result in him channeling the Dark side.

    The Mind is Sacred - Vil is deeply uncomfortable with the idea of using the Force to affect the minds of others, and is terrified of the same happening to him. As a result he has a strong aversion force techniques such as telepathy and mind tricks.




  • Vil has barely anything to his name and while he now has 3 meals a day and a bed he still is rather light on belongings. He mainly travels wearing simple street clothes, a backpack a datapad or two and a pair of headphones for music. He still has yet to get his lightsaber.
 
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  • Skyler Amur Targrin


  • Full name:
    Skyler 'Amur' Targrin​
    Homeworld
    Correlia​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    Female​
    Age:
    29​
    Height:
    5'8"​
    Weight:
    160 ibs​
    Faction:
    The Sith Empire
    Help
    Rank:
    Sith Knight
    me


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  • Imagine this: A girl that grew up with a childhood and upbringing that would indicate privilege and be free from the traumas and struggles that most would have to face. A upbringing on the oceanic world of Corellia where one Skyler Targrin wouldn't need to worry about her next meal, where her parents could take solace in that they were guaranteeing their children the best education possibly in a pricey private school. Where the connections of her family could give Skyler the freedom to go down any path in life she pleased. It seemed to be a life style that was scant anything to cloud the headspace of it's practitioner.

    Yet something always felt wrong.

    There was always something that clouded the mind of Skyler Targrin. A detail in the photo of her life that remained unseen yet poisoned her view. The way her parents seemed more content to use her and her siblings accomplishments and grades to serve as a silo of bragging rights at social events. The ways she kept noticing again and again the fact that some people just had it worse, and the guilt that crept in when she noticed. The fact that her parents were always busy and absorbed into in their own lives, which would leave Skyler feeling a deep longing for something anything. Something was deeply wrong with the world she was growing up in. Something that gnawed and crept into her ear at all times.

    The destruction that was wrought upon Corellia was a wake up call for Skyler, while her and her family had managed to evade the event seeing what it did to the rest of the planet and all the suffering involved waked up a call to action and would set forth the events that would led to her fall. Finishing her schooling she immediately set upon trying to break her way into the political scene. Rallying as a progressive she sought to try and change all the problems she felt were corrupting the planet only to meet one man. Dex Luval, a senator. Charming, handsome and as humble as he seemed eloquent. He caught hold of Skyler's attention.

    Soon she fell for the man and she began a relationship with him. Her entire world soon began to revolve around him and before she knew it, he was dictating her life. Changing the way she dressed, the accent she spoke in, and cutting out her friends whom Dex labeled as a burden, all of which to satisfy him as he enmeshed himself onto Skyler's life. The passion she felt in the moment masquerading as love had blinded her to the real nature of the relationship and the truth of whom she had pledged her love to. Soon even the prospects of a career in politics faded away, after all Dex had told her she wouldn't get anywhere with it anyways. Even when her mind flared doubts she would shoo them away unaware that she was but a fly in a spider's web.

    On a vacation to the snowy planet of Carlac Dex would reveal his true nature. Tying her up in the remote estate he informed Skyler that she was just but a plaything for him and that he was growing tired of her. She had outlasted her welcome and now had to be thrown away he explained as the illusion crafted upon Skyler shattered into a million pieces and would soon go up in flames when Dex Luval had covered Skyler and the estate in fuel before lighting a match and setting it all aflame.

    Skyler would survive as that feeling of wrongness that followed her finally calcified. A rage both at the world and herself ignited and she was able to escape the fire as she jumped out of a window and crashed through a frozen river after sustaining heavy burns and breaking several bones in the fall. Somehow she managed to survive to the next day and was rescued by a Sith would was there to meditate. Normally the Sith would have putting someone like Skyler out of there misery but the darkness he felt would prove to be Skyler's saving grace. When Skyler came to she was given one option. Rise out of the ashes and take control or die a failed cripple.

    Skyler would become an acolyte into the Sith empire and quickly she took to her training. Powered by both agonizing pain from her injuries and a powerful internalized hatred for herself she went through her training eagerly lapping up the tenets of the Sith. After all it's easy to mold what was already broken by life. During her training she forsaken her old name and took on the moniker of Amur. Amur would over time rise to the rank of knight eager to take more and more power in a pursuit to right her failures and foolishness...

    or so she had thought

  • Note: Wearing a wig.


    Heavy Scarring forever marks Amur and is a constant visual reminder for the woman of her past mistakes, her foolishness. Her once uniform blonde hair is now marked with several patches of bare scalp. There is a long pronunced scar that runs up the right side of her face. All throughout her body are large areas of scar tissue that ache and cry in pain. One with a keen examining eye may even be able to note a few minor scars made from cuts when she crashed through a window. Her left arm is now severed terminating just below the elbow joint. Her fall into the Darkside has meant that her scars have shown little signs of healing are her to stay. Though with her change of mind and alignment there may be a new hope for Amur.

    Her physical appearance ends up becoming a sticking point for Amur. Often times she struggles with looking herself in the mirror and now feels a deep pane of shame whenever she gazes at the damage. Seeing a reflection of the broken person that would rather stay a monster then try to mend the deep wounds in her soul.

    Despite being able to potentially heal her wounds and enhance herself with cybernetics Amur so far has refused any such treatments. Initially out of a desire to keep herself in a state of eternal punishment, to try and embrace the pain and suffering that she once saw in her past mistakes. Same with her severed Arm. Now though her perspective has change and she begins to doubt whether the suffering is really worth it.
  • Strengths and Weaknesses
    Positively Charming - Witty, flirtatious, insightful and cunning. Amur has a natural charisma to can come in handy quite often or inspire others... provided she's in a good mood.

    A Touch of the Unorthodox - Losing part of her arm and refusing to replace it has some benefits. The limitation forced Skyler to refine her sabercraft and made her highly skilled and lethal in form 2 Makashi. She's also been learning to manipulate the force through her left stub in order to find a new use for it.

    New found guidance in the Force - With the Darkside threatening to snuff out her existence and annihilate her will, Skyler was able to find a different way to leverage the Force. Turning much grayer in alignment. The Sith might not have the chance to throw lightning anymore but is now able to keep whatever scraps of sanity still remain.

    Survival Instinct - When presented with extreme life or death situations Amur has shown that she is willing to do anything to get out alive, even going so far as to amputate one of her limbs if it meant avoiding death.

    The Cost of going on - The Years haven't been kind to Amur and it shows. Whether it be pain from her burns, living on with an amputated arm that is now but a stub, or having part of her presence in the force get robbed by a dark sider that tried to assassinate her the world has been anything but kind Skyler. Every day is a struggle, and to keep moving forward despite of it is a victory in of itself to Amur.

    Doubt Comes in - Deep down there is a constant insecurity and doubt inside Amur. Her intense self hatred having nearly caused her to take her own life Skyler lives on with the impact of the emotional neglect and abuse she's suffered in her past. While she's making an effort to improve herself, she still has lingering fear that she could ruin the lives of those she cares most about, and a deep regret over her past mistakes.

    Vulnerable Passion - Skyler has found love and comfort in Kalanda Tishire. A woman who is now a center pillar to her life and one of the few pieces of happiness she has to cling to. Amur is naturally very keen to protect this at all costs which could potentially be exploited by others... Provided one wants to risk the high chances of it back firing against them.

    The Body has Always Kept the Score - All the trauma and abuse she has sustained over years will forever have a mark on Amur. She suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result.



  • ARMOR: Sith Legionnaire Armor With a custom helmet as seen in the picture above that is functionally identical the standard issue helmet. A hooded cloak is also worn but offers no significant enhancements to protection for now it merely enhances presence. Another thing to note is that Amur is almost always seen inside her armor with her helmet on. Very few will ever see the Scorched Knight's true form underneath.

    WEAPONS:

    Sidearm: HPX-7 Bog standard and functional what more could one ask from a pistol.

    Melee: Lightsaber Used and abused with plenty scrapes and a worn out finish to the hilt. Rugged, proven and been through it's fair share of hells. An accurate reflection of it's user.

    Thrown

    2x Thermal Detonators worn around the belt

    2x Flash grenades attached to user's belt

    2x Ion Grenades also attached to the user's belt


  • While Amur has participated in several missions for the Sith the most notable event in her life was meeting one Kalanda Tishire. Starting off as a security check for potential Jedi radicals on the Planet Chad. Instead of finding a Jedi though the Sith would instead find a cute, innocent flower of a Dathomiri Nightsister. One who seemed to exude a constant air of innocence and joy one that even flirted with the Sith. Amur initially played along and enjoyed the witch's company until the Witch asked one simple question. Why are you in so much pain? Feeling resigned along with a rage starting to build Amur told the witch that her pain was the hand dealt to her in life and insisted Kalanda in order to stop herself from striking out at the witch. Though Amur would extend an offer to meet again.

    The two would cross paths a few times and during those moments the Sith found a new found feeling build inside her. Her mind occasionally getting carried away with images of the two of them together. This had sent Amur into a state of mental turmoil unable to tell if Kalanda was having similar feelings and now having anxiety over the idea of falling in love, only to have her heart get ripped out all over again. Amur would keep any and all interactions with Kalanda private and act to actively bury the trail out of paranoia that a rival Sith may use it against her.

    Her unfulfilled feelings would come to a head though when the two were traveling through deep space. Coming across a derelict ship emitting a distress beacon the pair would board the ship. Unknown to the two though the Ship turned out to contain a starweird nest. Amur would suffer a nearly life ending wound during the altercation that would leave the Sith floating between reality and oblivion. Desperate to have feelings be heard the Sith would mutter the three words that forever change to two's lives: I love you.
 
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  • Twitch


  • Full name:
    Twitch​
    Homeworld
    Muunilinst​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    Female​
    Age:
    19​
    Height:
    5'6"​
    Weight:
    110 ibs​
    Faction:
    Freelance [Darkwire]​
    Rank:
    Scum for hire​
    Theme

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  • Oh hey

    So you may be wondering who the Hell I am, and how I managed to reach you, it's a long story, but I guess I'll start with basics. My name's Twitch, atleast for now that'll work. Not really fond of it but hey you can't really control that sort of stuff now can you? I just got here, literally just got off the ship and manage to work some magic to reach ya, both literally and figuratively. I'm pretty new to Denon, but I hear it's perfect for people like me that need a fresh start and have some... issues.

    I'll be real with ya, it almost cost me my life just getting here and I need to get into the spring of things quick. I know I may not look like much but well I guess that means the look is working. I'm not just any girl with nothing but hope I'm quite capable. They call me Twitch because I'm twitchy and a bit witchy. I'm a force user, trained at that. One of the only good things the Sith ever gave me. It means I got a trigger finger that can actually hit something and a whole smorgasbord of things at my disposal if I put my mind to it. Let's just say I got a 'magic touch' with most machines that I can bend to my will. Hire me and I can show you how crazy it can get. Pretty good tinkerer as a result too. Never really was good with them laser swords but then again that was never really my style, was always more into guns despite how much my masters tried to whip it out of me.

    What I'm saying is that I need work, and chances are you either need help for a job or you're hiring. I may be young, scrappy and hungry but I'm quite capable, just give me a direction and I'll get to making things happen. I know it's a chance but hey maybe I'm just what you need. If we work together just tell me what you need and don't try to get in my way too much. Also one more thing, I don't want to talk about my past with Sith. Just drop it.

    Anyways if you need me for a score just drop me a message through that encrypted comm link I buried in this page's code. Ciao for now and maybe we'll get in touch.




  • Sorry, a girl's gotta keep a few secrets.
  • Strengths and Weaknesses
    The Magic Touch of the Mechu-Deru - Twitch had a natural affinity for the Force technique Mechu-deru With a large amount of her training focused on refining her skill. Allowing Twitch to understand most machines and having the ability to have some limited amounts of control over objects she decides to 'posess'. Though due to her halted training there is still much left to be learned about the technique and some of the more advanced things such as control of cybernetics and droids, or the ability to directly improve things are still left out of touch.

    Sharp on the Draw -Blaster marksmanship was always a small point of pride for Twitch as she grew up. It was quickly apparent during her time in the Imperial youth. While it was frowned upon when she was accepted into the Sith in lieu of things like saber dueling and force mastery that was forced upon her, it is still quite potent though a bit rusty.,

    Crafty -Twitch is fairly hands on when it comes to any repair or fabrication. As much at home turning a wrench, a soldering a circuit board as she would be breaching a buildings defenses. Leading her to be able to quickly jury rig her way around problems.

    Hidden Sweetness -While initially Twitch will be reserved around people until she gets used to life outside the Sith, those that stick it out with her and give her a chance will find someone who's surprisingly caring and loyal, eager to to help out anyway that earns the right to be called a friend.

    Broke as Feth -Right now Twitch has barely anything to her name, she has the clothes on her back, a duffle bag carrying some small personal effects and that's about it. As a result don't expect her to have to foot the bill for anything at first.

    A Whole New World -Twitch has only a vague sense of what life outside the Sith Empire is like and now being forced to live it's been serving as quite a shock. Stuff like poverty, freedom of thought, and not having to constantly bow down to your local overlords are very new concepts for Twitch.

    Deserter -Twitch's exit out of the Empire was anything but graceful. A shadowy fears hangs over her head over the idea that at any point that past will catch up to her. Whether it be being dragged back or being put to the saber. However thanks to her past experiences with the Sith (a subject she's very reluctant to talk about) it meant she'd rather die on her terms than be brought back.

    Interrupted Training -Twitch while having received training was still only a lowly apprentice in the Empire. Other then her Mechu Deru most of her other abilities are still pretty raw and underdeveloped. She's decent but not that good. She has a grasp of the most basic powers but still has a lot to learn about both the force and herself, something she may not achieve without some kind of mentor.





  • A datapad, A few sets of clothes, a mask with a small, low power, built in Sensor jammers. A small portable toolkit

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  • Matthias Lilimur


  • Full name:
    Matthias Lilimur​
    Homeworld
    Velusia​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    Male​
    Age:
    25​
    Height:
    5'11"​
    Weight:
    170 ibs​
    Faction:
    Sith Empire​
    Rank:
    Apprentice​
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  • I never knew my father. He was absent from my life even in my earliest memories and onward. Mother didn't really like to dwell much on the subject no matter how much I asked her about him. Perhaps she was hesitant, or felt a lick of shame. Maybe for her it was something best left forgotten into the annuls of untold histories. For me it was a burning question as I slew my lot in life on those Velusian shores living squalor even as I gazed upon beautiful. It was ironic I silently knew that beauty as hell and wanted nothing more but to abandon it. I took what trades I knew, saved what little I could and studied where I was allowed and even times I wasn't. It was the devotion of my soul united in the purpose of freeing myself.

    As a boy in my teens I got lucky and an inquisitive gentleman took me in to be his apprentice. I went from tending to the books in stores to learning of the greater cosmos. Gazing from the small scope of vision the telescope could allow and now being taught the rules and laws that bonded us all. As I toiled day in and day out I wondered as I gazed across the nearly infinite mass if perhaps contained in the particles of light I looked at was the image of my father buried in there. A thought of a naive hopeful, after all there was nothing saying he was dead even if I didn't have a name to put to him. It's funny to think I had a silent love for a man I would never meet, a man that was never in my life, yet I had a faith that if we met we'd accept one another.

    Then came the opportunity, My master was chosen to take part in a scientific expedition to venture into the unknown regions of space that still lay uncharted. He initially was reserved but my enthusiasm and desire to see more of the galaxy swayed him to go and take me with him. I wasn't even old enough to drink when I said good bye to everything I ever knew and abandoned it all, and I know waited to see what I would find in it's place, and maybe a faith I find someone too; however slim that may be.

    Forth we pierced into new cosmic grounds and I was the happiest I ever was in life. we were the pioneers that would sow the seeds of discovery and new knowledge and I was hopeful. Then though the wrath of fate swiped us down as our massive research ship crashed down onto a planet. Many died that tragic day that forever corrected the course of our lives. For us with the luck of survival we found we were in a gauntlet. The planet was harsh and cold with temperatures well below freezing. We had no choice but to salvage what food and shelter we could and prepare the distress beacon, many already suspecting that our cries for help would never be answered. Our fate seemed sealed.

    We counted our rations, salvaged every piece of functioning equipment we could, gather our best minds and made use of everything we could take. Yet it didn't seem like enough. The cold swept in and chilled us to our bones, and we were locked into an arms race against the winter. Our medical supplies quickly ran out, we were forced to get creative in our ways of thinning out our rations and soon pounds leached off and our faces grew gaunt. Soon proud standing men were reduced to amputees. Soon our faith in our salvation began to die.

    I grew sick with a fever and the doctor's began their earnest to save me with what they had but even they always determined to save a life no matter the cost began to lose hope. In my delirium it was said I called out to the father I never knew to save me. To spare me so I could help my fellow person and that we may achieve salvation from this planet. My fever receded and I was back on my feet feeling stronger then ever. Many chalked it up as a oddity and nothing more. What they couldn't ignore was brought to light during a storm when all seemed to be the end for us and I prayed for the first time in my life. I wanted to the strength to save everyone and with it came flame that started from with and erupted from my body in a purify glow of hope. We were warm that day.

    Skeptics turned into believers, and when asked where I found the strength I replied simply: Father. In this moment of darkness we found purpose, we found faith. Soon our belief spread like an intoxicating elixir and soon defeated bodies become chanting people. We all soon began to create the works of a scripture to guide us. We united together, we now had a belief that overpowered the cold. We would let nothing stop us, we would let nothing divide us. We we're now preparing to do anything to save the herd.

    And so Faith became dogma, death became sacrifice, dissension became blasphemy and the cost of the few deaths eagerly were gulped up if it meant the many could live. For months we were a holy people that casted righteousness as our saber against the cold and I was the chosen, the bringer of warmth, the child of the Father. I was the instrument of salvation. I burned again and again and again, I cried in the pains of burning fury. I let myself become the vessel for everyone's sins. I bore the pain of many in the hopes that we would be saved. I never once had any doubt and I made sure that everyone understood that they no longer could serve the self but had to work for the many. I was the prophet, the preacher and the executioner.

    We toiled away, the days were difficult, the pain insurmountable, the unholy were purged and we held onto our faith and devotion. We sowed our seeds of faith in the ground and awaited the judgement of what we sow. We found faith had given us strength to exist far beyond what we expected. We had the strength to commit the unthinkable in order to survive, and as the fiercest storms tore at us, and the land of hell had frozen over we were granted judgement.

    We were given salvation.

    The agents of the Father rescued us. They bore and odd symbol and clung to the title of The Sith Empire, but deep down as I looked into the hand cared for and fed us I saw the image of Father in there. I knew my purpose was to serve.

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Maya Bir Sinvala

  • Name: Maya Bir Sinvala
    Species: Sephi
    Home Planet: Thustra

    Faction: Sith Empire
    Rank: Sith Apprentice
    Occupation: Aspiring singer Witch

    Age: 66
    Height: 5'5"
    Build: Delightful
    Hair Colour: Purple
    Eye Colour: Red due to darkside corruption
    Skin: Pale/White due to darkside corruption
    Force Sensitivity: Yes, Dark

    Ships: Not yet


  • Maya was born into the prestigious Sinvala family whose claim to fame and curse could be neatly tied around her older sister Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala . The famous opera singer turned tragedy of fate had helped her family rise to new heights of wealth and honor. Growing up with her as Maya's older sister would highlight a fact that would become entrenched into Maya's mind. She was living in her older sister's shadow. Sakadi was the jewel, the darling, the diamond that gave prestige and while she was just there, a small runt that seemed to get barely any attention from her parents as they poured so much time into managing Sakadi's opera career and training regiments. Maya would constantly try to do everything she could to get her parents attention and perhaps be given even a slight chance of feeling loved only for it to constantly blotted out by the sun that was Sakadi.

    Still Maya made the decision to train in music much like Sakadi and had actually found quite a bit of solace and joy in learning. She too had quite the singing voice and while she didn't possess the raw talent of her sister she was having a sense of personal discovery as she explored different genres and styles. The irony being that she had much more freedom to just be herself being in the shadow. Something that perhaps Sakadi may have envied but would be lost to Maya, as all she could see was the attention and 'love' that Sakadi received. Planting the seeds of jealousy into her that would grow over time. Despite all the praise that her music teachers had given, the ovations she may have received at her performances none of it felt genuine. It was not the same as if her parents were the ones praising her, or if they were ones giving her applause. She just wished for a chance at that.

    Her wish would tragically come true when Sakadi would lose her vocal chord in an incident that was burned into her mind. Something that shocked her to her core as the ongoing drama of her sister's life hanging in the balance unfolded. A silent hope that she would recover, she could continue on. Maya didn't want to pay this price she didn't want to see Sakadi fall off the stage, just for a chance to share it. Sakadi would live but as a mute now everything changed. She could tell something had shifted in her parents and soon she was seeing the way they had stopped caring for Sakadi and it felt like a spike driven into her heart. Maya would try to be there for Sakadi but felt like she failed when her sister abandoned them.

    During that time Maya's parents discovered the talent their daughter had and something ignited in them. An their opportunism took hold. Eager to rebuild the fortune they lost trying to save Sakadi, they would try to prey on Maya's musical talents. Soon they tied strings around her and began to puppeteer her life. A grueling years long process where they tried to take the unique Maya and remold her into another Sakadi. Soon everything she practiced and every genre she wanted to play fell by the wayside in favor of the opera. Grueling sessions would commence where she would be forced to sing the same sections and notes ad nauseum while her performance was meticulously picked apart piece by piece as they were painstakingly compared to recordings of her older sister.

    Her freedom was gone as she had to run everything by her parents, who ran her life with an obsessive iron fist. Stress began to mount and build as she felt trapped in a pressure cooker and a few instances she would momentarily lose her voice and be put on doctor mandated breaks. Soon sleep began to disappear and for many days getting out of bed was a challenge. Even her mind felt violated as it felt like her parents had taken over her thoughts and now all she could hear was the voices of them telling her all the ways she wasn't her sister.

    A deep pit of anger began to stir within her and in it, two targets of all the pain and neglect began to form. Her parents and Sakadi. She started to grow a temper and became increasingly neurotic, soon family pets began to disappear frequently, and Maya would get into bigger and bigger spats with her parents. With each day that pit would get more powerful and have more sway as unbeknownst to the young Sephi something dark was manifesting in her. Her skinning growing more pale with each day.

    Eventually she snapped and abandoned everything. Satisfied in being free once more but the damage remained. Her parents voices would always hover over each failure and she struggled on her own. Before being discovered by a Sith. Sensing the immense amount of darkness that had brewed in her, they offered her a chance to hone that darkness into a sharp knife. A chance to make her own spotlight, and a chance perhaps at revenge. To her it sounded like the sweetest thing in the world.

  • Maya was once someone that was beautiful but that has now faded with the darkside corruption. Her skin is paler and her teeth have grown noticeably sharper and more menacing. Her face is quite expressive even if some find her smile unsettling now. Maya typically wears Gothic dresses and corsets and her cane is something that she always carries with her to round out her ensemble. She'll often use said cane to accentuate her dancing or singing.

  • Strengths and Weaknesses

    Musical -Maya is by all accounts a talented musician and singer being versed in many different instruments. She still finds joy in singing and is prone to breaking out into song frequently. Often times she'll use her singing as a way to help manifest and use the force, other times she uses the force to enhance her performances.
    Astute student -Maya is attentive and studious, having discovered her new found powers she feels like she unlocked an unlimited well of possibilities, as a result she eagerly will snap at any chance to learn more about the force and broaden her abilities.
    Vindictive in the Dark Arts -Maya finds herself gravitating to Sith magic and the art of illusions curious to try to explore things such as alchemy, incantations, and tricks. She's also working on improving her mentalist capabilities so she can play and pluck at the minds of her foes like her parents did with her heart.
    Co-opted inner critic -Maya can be quite harsh on herself often having to hearing the voices of her parents play in the back of her head at any moment of failure. Mistakes eat at the poor Sith and can devour her.
    Craves praise and attention -Maya is hungry and desperate for a figure in life that can give her genuine praise and is constantly on the hunt for it. Often times she finds that she needs any good will she can get to hold back the negative thoughts that eat away at her, and hold back the emotional wounds her parents had inflicted on her.
    Never was a duelist -Maya was never a master with the Saber or really any kind of combat what so ever. As a result she is wholly reliant on the force to survive in combat and if cut off from it would be rendered pretty defenseless.


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Jan Tracyn



  • T R I V I A

    Full name:
    Jan Tracyn​
    Homeworld
    ¯\(ツ)/¯​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    XX​
    Age:
    19​
    Height:
    5'7"​
    Weight:
    60 kg​
    Faction:
    Mandalorian Union​
    Rank:
    Pretendalorian Brat​
    Force Sensitivity
    Nope​





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  • H I S T O R Y
    Jan didn't know much growing up about her family. Her mother had already been gone from the picture and her dad was always distant. It didn't really seem to matter though. Life had just been about moving from one place to another. A new planet for a few weeks, then to the next system and then from one rim to another it all blended together like a passing collage. A forced nomad that saw all sorts of pieces of the world, and was always held back from understanding it by her father.

    At some point though she did get dumped into one place and was forced to try to find a place called 'home'. Jan's father had shipped her off to the planet Denon to live at one of the many boarding schools available. Left alone and in a foreign environment she found herself picked on by the other rejects that could be called students and would begin to rebel through fighting back against it all. Jan quickly garnered the reputation of being a punk and a delinquent. Constantly rebelling against teaching stooges, power hungry brats and 'the system' always filled with a rage that was undefinable, alien and constant.

    Fistfights, pranks and intimidation may be good for getting people to not mess with you but it would always bring the ire of principals and counselors whom Jan held equal amounts of contempt for causing her to be shuttled, expelled and moved from school to another. Her father making himself present just long enough to ship her off somewhere else. Often times her father's intervention was the only thing stopping Jan from joining a street gang and becoming full blown criminal.

    The rhythmic status quo would turned upon it's head though when Jan returned to her father's house one day. Expecting to come home to a berating over having flunked out of another school the teen would open a door to carnage as she found the remnants of a fight that had trashed everything. Following the trail of chaos Jan would find a secret room and a dying man clad in armor she never saw before with a dagger jammed into him. It was that day that Jan had learnt that her father was a Mandalorian, as quickly as she learnt that in the last hoarse whispers of her dying father she heard one word that explained everything. Sith.

    Taking the dagger out of her Father Jan would vow to herself that one day she would find the dark blade's owner and return the favor. Exploring the ruins she would what would turn out to be her father's one and final gift to her: A full set of Beskar'gam, a beskad and shield. Donning the armor She would set out into the galaxy now on a quest for vengeance.

    A rebel with no direction would lead to the vagabond wandering aimlessly and having to do odd jobs, thefts and merc work. Gradually though she would begin to wander closer and closer to Sith territory as her patience began to wear thin. She quickly garnered a reputation for her stubborn determination and volatile hard headed nature, showing plenty of moxie even if she completely lacked the training and skill found in traditionally trained Mandalorian warriors. Despite having little care for the beliefs and code of her people she would find herself on Mandalore joining the cause of the Mandalorian Union hoping to finally avenge her father.

  • A P P E A R A N C E

    Underneath the flashy armor lies a women of pale complexion and emerald green eyes. Her body is slender but with a lean muscle build and definition. Jan typically has long red hair kept into a ponytail that often hangs far down her head and out of her helmet. He face typically resting into a scowl of some sort and due to her lax careless for Mandalorian culture many people may actually get to see the expression on her face as she hurls insults at someone.


  • S T R E N G T H S i & i W E A K N E S S E S

    +Fiery Will - Jan doesn't really understand the concept of giving up. If her mind is set on something she'll keep throwing herself at it until either she breaks or it's dealt with.
    +Street Smart - Jan always felt more comfortable living in the moment and handling things as they go than she ever did behind a school desk. She has a pretty strong intuition of how to deal with people and get what she wants in an urban environment.
    +Dancing on a Mirror's Edge - Being scrappy and rough around the edges in the concrete jungle of Denon led to Jan becoming a natural at parkour making her quite adept at chasing and evading people especially in a city.

    -Flammable Temper - It doesn't take much to set Jan off. She's quick to anger and and difficult to cool off. She prefers to think with her fists then with her head when her anger flares up.
    -Pretendalorian - Jan doesn't know anything about the Mandalorian people outside of her father being one. The Beskar'gam holding no cultural significance to her and Mand'oa just sounds like a bunch of gobblely gook to her. She doesn't much care to learn it either.
    -Iron Shell - Jan has walled herself off from a lot of her own feelings and internal troubles. She has difficulty with asking for help and can only readily access her deep anger. She has mentality of always needing to deal with everything herself. Her brash attitude often serving as a mask and shield to hide behind.

    ~Little Red Robbing Hood - Jan has a punky rebellious streak to her which colors her sense of right and wrong. She often takes joy in finding ways to rob from the privileged and stand up for the oppressed. Often times acting to her morals will take precedence over everything else in the moment for better and for worse.
    ~Honor to her Father - Jan has many conflicting feelings about her father and will often jump to his defense if she hears anyone criticize him. Avenging him and killing his murderer has dominated her mind and become an obsession for her. Even if she can't understand why his death had hurt her so much.

  • I T E M S

    Jan travels light and often only keeps with her the basic essentials for day to day life. She has little money and not much to her name. In fact the Armor and Beskad she uses are the only things of significant worth she owns.

    List of things and stuff
    -Full set of Beskar'gam
    -Gold and Red Beskad
    -A golden shield made from Beskar
    -The Sith Dagger used in the murder of her father


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Red Headed Step-Mando
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WORK IN PROGRESS

A thing for bonking people and occasionally protection



OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

"It's a bit of a handful but it saves my hide regularly and makes things go bonk in the night" -Jan Tracyn

PRODUCTION INFORMATION
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
  • Classification: (Multipurpose)
  • Weight: Light
  • Resistances: (For each category choose from: None, Very Low, Low, Average, High, Very High, Extreme. Ratings of High, Very High, and Extreme will need to be added as strengths with elaboration.) Resistance Ratings Extreme will require the submission to be Semi-Unique. This Resistance Rating is considered very strong and are usually dealing with unique items that should be restricted to Player Characters only.
    • Energy: Very High
    • Kinetic: Very High
    • Lightsabers: Very High
    • Sonic: None
    • Cold: Average
    • Heat: Average
SPECIAL FEATURES
  • One mechanical hardpoint placed centrally on the underside of the shield allowing it to be affixed to a piece of armor such as a user's gauntlet, vambrace or back plate
STRENGTHS
  • Surprisingly Good Frisbee: The Cabur be Tracyn is decently aerodynamic and when thrown displays characteristics similar to that of a Frisbee allowing it in desperate situations be used as a thrown projectile weapon. Though it's range is dependent on the users strength and skill. The amount of damage is also limited to bludgeoning damage.
  • Crude, but effective: While Cabur be Tracyn may be fairly simple in it's construction it still offers outstanding protective properties against kinetic, energy and light saber based attacks. All while never having to worry about power generators failures, EMP based attacks, or mechanical faults causing the system to stop functioning like with portable shield energy shield generators
WEAKNESSES
  • Vibing and Crying: The Cabur be Tracyn offers no protection from any kind of sonic weaponry. In fact trying trying to use the shield to protect against such attacks can backfire horribly causing the shield to capture and then focus the sonic energy heavily on the user's shield carrying arm or appendage, and wrecking havoc on the limb.
  • Cumbersome Doorway Catcher: In it's simplicity lies it's greatest compromise, it can be a pain to carry around. When attached to the user's arm that arm is now significantly limited unable to use most weapons and certain devices like wrist mounted weapons and other gadgets may be extremely limited in function unless care is put to accommodate the shield's ergonomics. It's size may inhibit movement in cramped environments and it's weight will put strain on the users arm.

DESCRIPTION
Discovered by Jan Kryze Jan Kryze shortly after finding her father dead along with the rest of her armor this shield was once a staple in family's heritage for atleast four generations. It's seen many battles and has save members of the Tracyn family from all matters of things time and time again. It's proven itself capable in fending off energy, kinetic and even light saber attacks with plenty of scuffs and scrapes warn as proud battle scars. Once a treasured heirloom, it's history is now placed on someone who is completely lost to it.
 
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Red Headed Step-Mando
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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

  • Intent: To create a species for characters to fight or adopt
  • Image Credit: Here
  • Canon: N/A
  • Permissions: N/A
  • Links: N/A
    GENERAL INFORMATION
    • Name: Dire Badger (Mare katr in Mando'a)
    • Designation: semi sentient
    • Origins: Wayland
    • Average Lifespan: Average life span for Dire Badgers is anywhere from 40 to 60 years.
    • Estimated Population: Scattered (Smaller groups or individuals found in many places around the galaxy)
    • Description: Dire Badgers are known as fearsome omnivores and are a far cry from their smaller similar looking counterparts. Originating from the planet Wayland these adorable looking mammals can now be found in limited quantities all throughout the galaxy due to intergalactic trade and transport of these animals. They're capable of taking a lot of punishment, have shown repeated bouts of incredible fearlessness and tenacity often going against predators several times it's own size. Mandalorians that have visited Wayland have regarded such creatures with great respect and many have earned a signet from their encounters with the Dire badger.
    PHYSICAL INFORMATION
    • Breathes: Type 1
    • Average Height of Adults: 2-3 meters
    • Average Length of Adults: 4-7 meters
    • Skin color: Grey to light pink skin underneath the fur
    • Hair color: Black body fur with white to silvery grey striping on the to top of body
    • Distinctions: Dire badgers can be noted from other mammals for their long slender bodies. Female Dire badgers are usually around half the size of their male counterparts. They are adorned with black fur that covers their face, legs and underbelly and have some form of white stripping at the top of their bodies. The pattern of this stripe can vary between dire badgers with some showing a solid broad stripe that covers the entire top of the body for example. Rare examples of Dire badgers have completely black fur with no striping. The Dire Badger has a small noise and eyes for it's size, with no protruding ears in order to provide better protection in a fight. They're also known for their long and sharp claws that are used to burrow into the ground.
    • Races: N/A
    • Force Sensitivity: Non-Sensitive (no members of the species are FS),
    Strengths:
    • High Survivability- Dire Badgers can take punishment and are hard to critically injure. They have very thick skin and fur that is most concentrated around the neck and underbelly. This skin can be difficult to pierce and hangs loosely meaning that Dire Badgers can be exceptionally maneuverable even when pinned down. Combined with high tolerance for poison means that Dire Badgers can be a challenge to kill to or even injure.
    • Cunning- Dire Badgers display high amounts of intelligence. They can improvise tools and display the ability to problem solve.
    • Putrid Smell- Dire Badgers can emit a powerful smell from a pair of glands that are used to either mark their territory or to help defend itself. In combat this smell is so powerful that it can disorient and demoralize it's enemy within an area near the Dire badger.
    Weaknesses:
    • Limited Mobility- Dire Badgers have short stubby legs in relation to their overall size. As a result this limits how fast it can move and means that it can't quickly disengage from fights. Any fight a Dire Badger engages in is often one to the death as a result.
    • Captive Nightmare- Dire Badgers are a challenge to keep in captivity. Often looking for any means of escape and even inventing a few along the way. Dire Badgers kept in captivity can form bonds with their owners but they will also exhibit a distinct personality and will, meaning that it will often act on it's own accord. As a result they can be highly unpredictable and require a high amount of patience and thought to keep.
    • Honeyed Addict- Dire Badgers love honey and the larvae in honey. They'll do anything to get to this nectar, even if it means have to endure mass stings, or other threats near the vicinity.
    CULTURE
    • Diet: [Omnivore] Dire Badgers have been known to feast on a wide variety of plants and animals. They'll eat animals of all types, but usually prefer to hunt creatures of smaller or similar size, as well as forage plants like berries, roots and fruit. Though Dire Badgers will generally eat what is available, and has been shown to burrow for food in the ground it smells, even scavenging and stealing the catches of other larger predators. A Dire Badger's favorite meal though is the larvae found in the hives of honey producing insects such as bees, it'll endure excruciating pain from repeated attacks to feast on this.
    • Communication: Dire Badgers typically communicate through deep hoarse grunts and snarls as well as body language. They have been known to also scream as well. Dire Badgers also have a pair of glands that can emit a harsh smell in order to mark their territory to other creatures.
    • Technology level: N/A
    • Religion/Beliefs: N/A
    • General behavior: Dire Badgers typically are raised by their mother for their first few years of their lives. During this period the mother will teach it's child all the essential skills it needs to survive from hunting and burrowing to tree climbing. After that they travel the wild as solitary creatures and will jockey for dominance over an area if it senses a rival Dire Badger. Dire Badgers will generally default to a fight response when threatened and is very dangerous when cornered as a result. Dire Badgers won't back down from most animals and are very daring in a fight causing many larger predators and hunters to flee from the creature as they find fighting it is simply not worth their time. In other words Dire Badgers tend to be blase to danger. Dire Badgers are also incredibly cunning, they've displayed in captivity the ability to use simple tools and problem solving to escape enclosures. Dire Badgers tend to avoid sentients if given the choice and it's been observed that they pick up nocturnal lifestyles in areas where civilization is present.
    HISTORICAL INFORMATION
    Dire Badgers are native to the planet Wayland and have evolved outside the influence of advanced civilization until the planet was discovered during the Republic's Second wave of expansion. Initial settlers regarded Dire Badgers as a giant pest, often targeting live stock and proving to be capable of defeating enclosures designed to protect live stock.

    Some however saw potential in their use in pest control and would try to transport them to other planets with the purpose having them naturally hunt certain animals, the Dire badgers were valued for their high poison tolerance. It was during this attempt that many would be colonists would realize the folly their ways Dire Badgers found themselves adapting quickly to their new environments on planets all over the galaxy. This would disrupt the natural food chain and create more problems than it was worth. Though efforts were taken to wipe out the new invasive Dire Badger populations they have proved difficult to wipe out and exterminate, existing in limited quantities all over the galaxy.

    Another interesting group that interacted with Dire Badgers was Mandalorian Tribes. They were hailed by Mandalorians as fierce opponents and honorable kills. For many hunting a Dire badger was often used as a Mandalorian's Verd'goten or they would earn their signet through battle with one of these beasts. In fact the Dire Badger's current modern name comes from is a direct translation of Mare Katr in Mando'a. Many Dire Badgers were were brought to Mandalorian worlds for the purpose of taming or hunting. Mandalorians were often one of the few peoples with the patience to try and raise Dire Badgers and use them, with their unique personality and attitude often looked upon as a positive trait amongst Mandalorians.

    Nowadays though Dire Badgers have a fabled reputation. Their never back down attitude to the face of danger having become a collective and idealized trait, and often stories over exaggerate the capabilities of the Dire Badger. They are now as Revered as they are dreaded, thanks partly to modified nature documentary footage found on the Holonet. While sadly some Traditionally Mandalorian worlds have thought to have seen the complete extinction of their Dire Badger populations as part of the The Sith Empire's totalitarian control of the worlds. Though there are rumors in the rebuilding of these worlds that Dire Badger's have been seen roaming the land again.
 
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Revora

  • Name: Revora (Goes by Revy)
    Species: Cathar
    Home Planet: Cathar

    Faction: Mandalorian Union
    Rank: Disgraced
    Occupation: Tainted

    Age: Adult: Specific age unknown
    Height: 5'10"
    Build: Metal
    Hair Colour: black
    Eye Colour: Red
    Skin: Tal'Beskar
    Force Sensitivity: no

    Ships: Not yet


  • Once there was a Mandalorian, proud of her heritage and defiant to the Sith Empire's will. She was no different than any other Mandalorian. But those details didn't matter. Nothing matters when the world turns to ash. Participating in the failed second battle for Mandalore she along with all of her Vod were captured and rounded up. After that life seemed to be a cascading dip into hell further and further. First with being shoved into concentration camps, then being worked to death and underfed. Then the torture that was unending. Mock executions, water boarding, beatings, or just simply being forced to hang by the hands or feet. Worse was always the chair...

    It broke Revy. She forgot her clan, both from psychological gas lighting and Pavlovian conditioning, in fact she couldn't hold a name to any of her fellow vode in the death camps, just a string of faces with no person to tie to. She was alone while being cramped and stuck with people. Every day they would call the next list of people at the beginning of the day. Everyday there was a hope that they would pick her name. That she would be sent to her death and join the Manda. Released from this nightmare.

    One day they did call her name. Her body felt like it finally settled and that the end would come except it didn't. Revy wasn't called for an execution. No. She was called for something much different. Her emaciated body brought into a room, examined by a medical doctor and then she was offered more food then she had seen in what felt like forever. Devouring it when a Sith walked in. She was given a talk about the newly formed Death Watch. It's need for the strong and how Revy could finally rekindle her Mandalorian pride instead of being reduced to a rat. She was told that she wasn't being offered to simply become another rank and file... no no no. They had much grander designs for her. She was able to have much more prestige. A program to create the ideal Mandalorian who most embodied and showed the strength and will of it's people. Respected and formidable. It all too good to her ears and she accepted it without a second thought. The cost would be insurmountable.

    The experimental program she was now conscripted into demanding the reformation of the body into what the Sith had twisted into perfection. Laid before a table, Sith Alchemist had taken time to craft several armor pieces and tech made from Tal'Beskar and other materials. Using an alchemical process the armor was slowly and methodically molded and fused into the skin. As this happened several physiological changes happen boosting the subject's muscle mass, reflexes and even some minor healing properties. The Sith had decided to force Revy to undergo this while conscious and they only administered sedatives that froze her body but still allowed her to feel every single iota of pain. Screaming until she passed out the Cathar would wake up and see what she had become. Screaming and desperately trying to tear her own armor off only for it to dawn on her. Her suit was now her skin. Every part now adhered to her body in such an intricate way that this would now be her for the rest of her life. The Sith had taken the idea of Beskar'gam and twisted it into their unique take. The fact that the blood of her former vode now being a part of her being a frequent reminder.

    She spent months locked away on the planet of Bastion. Toiling away in a state of emptiness. Training and being monitored and tested by her Sith overlords. A small flame of hatred keeping her going. She bided her time waiting for the one chance she could get to escape. That came with the Invasion of Bastion. The ensuing chaos of the NIO's wrath caused everything to be thrown into disarray and in this moment she striked. Breaking out of her cell and killing everything in her way she fled the planet and is now alone. Wondering and aimless. Feeling nothing but shame.

  • The Armor that you see is what you get. That is all there is to Revy now. Nothing above or underneath it. The original form and any chance for her to hide what she is now forever vanished.

  • Strengths and Weaknesses

    Strength to match the weight- Revy had her muscle mass significantly enhanced in order to compensate for the added weight of her new skin. This allows Revy to move around and interact with the world like she's practically naked while still having plenty of protection.
    Trained Warrior Revy is skilled in the ways of war, both from her prior life and new. She is skilled with firearms of all types, melee and hand to hand and explosives.
    Tough as Beskar- Revy can take a beating, between the naturally protection of her new skin and an accelerated healing that can accommodate for internal damage caused by excessive force she can endure combat and keep fighting.
    Complicated Healing- If her 'skin' suffers a tear or if Revy in need of invasive surgery and than things get complicated. The Skin is near impossible to tear off. As a result any punctures of the armor need to be repaired while still being worn. This can be exceptionally painful should a wielder be needed.
    Locked in- Revy can't leave her armor and must live the rest of her life in it. Her sense of touch is now drastically reduced and she is now stuck feeling like an observer at all times. The armor infused at such a cellular level that to try and remove it would kill Revy.
    Broken

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Revora

Perpetually Numb
Character

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

PRODUCTION INFORMATION
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
  • Classification: Multipurpose
  • Weight: Heavy
  • Resistances: (For each category choose from: None, Very Low, Low, Average, High, Very High, Extreme. Ratings of High, Very High, and Extreme will need to be added as strengths with elaboration.) Resistance Ratings Extreme will require the submission to be Semi-Unique. This Resistance Rating is considered very strong and are usually dealing with unique items that should be restricted to Player Characters only.
    • Energy: Extreme
    • Kinetic: Extreme
    • Lightsabers: Very High
    • Force: High
    • Emp/Ion: Very Low
    • Sonic: Low
    • Heat: Average
    • Cryo: Average
    • Acid: Very Low
SPECIAL FEATURES
  • Internal Comlink for personal communication, and encrypted
    holoprojector.
  • Heat sensor, Night vision, and life form scanner options located in HUD.
  • Flash Visor provided for eye protection.
  • Speech scrambler located within helmet.
  • Built-in Rebreather with 1 hour air supply and Enviro-filters
  • Magno-grip Boots
  • Molecular Hooks for attaching various gear to person
  • Small Fusioncutter built in left forearm near wrist joint
  • Injection ports for administering substances into wearer’s bloodstream
  • Retractable straw integrated into the helmet
  • Able to be sealed for use in vacuum with an Armor weave cowl that goes around the back of the neck. (hampers head movement while equipped)
  • Crushgaunts
STRENGTHS
  • I am the Beskar- With Tal’beskar covering and even replacing most of the user’s skin and seeping down into the body to join with the user’s muscle mass and skeleton creates an incredible amount of protection and support. From energy weapons, to kinetic blows to even lightsabers.
  • Can’t Force this!- Tal’beskar used in the construction of this armor gives the user resistance against Force based attacks.
  • Versatile- Since this armor is permanent in nature, a number of areas were design with modularity and maintenance in mind allowing the user to better set themselves up for specific missions.
  • Seal me up- With an armorweave cowl attached to the back of the neck it’s possible for the wearer to operate in vacuum for short periods of time.
WEAKNESSES
  • Forevermore- Due to the nature in creating and fitting this armor once it’s donned by its wearer it is near impossible to remove. To try to remove it from the user would have a high risk of killing them as it becomes intricately linked with their skin, muscles and skeleton.
  • Shock and Awe not advised- The armor lacks sufficient protection from Sonic attacks for the user. The electronics could only have limited hardening for the sake of ease of access and as a result are vulnerable to emp and ion attacks.
  • Acid Bath- Acid can eat away at the armor, and since plates can’t be removed, they are a significant hazard to the user. As a result it is advised to carry a neutralizing base substance at all times.
  • Painful Repairs- Repairing any damage sustained to this armor is a great challenge since the user must be still in it as repairs are conducted. Often times leading to the mending process be excruciating painful for the user.
  • Exposed Neck- The back of the neck leading from the shoulders to the base of the head is completely exposed. This compromise was needed in order to prevent the attachment process from destroying the wearer’s spine and paralyzing them. While an armorweave cowl can cover this area to seal the armor for vacuum it provides very limited protection and severely limits head movement. With the cowl on, the wearer can only turn their head left or right by 20 degrees and can only depress their head by 10 degrees.
DESCRIPTION
With the Sith occupation of Mandalore(Renamed Mordinae during Sith rule) the Sith Empire came into the possession of millions of Mandalorians to deal with.Their response was Operation Decimation. With the Empire housing entire Mandalorian populations in death camps under sith rule and with the reformation of a Sith aligned Death Watch many sith saw an opportunity to use the Mandalorians for experimentation. An idea soon came to be forged to make the ‘Perfect Mandalorian’ to further equip Death Watch, with a loyal base of alchemically enhanced Mandalorian commandos. In the sith’s theorizing for what would make the ideal Mandalorian they turned to the Resol’nare’s tenant on armor and came up with an idea to twist the tradition.

With beskar’gam regarded as a second skin by many Mandalorians there came insidious thought: What if their Beskar’gam was their skin. Experiments came to use Sith Alchemy to directly fuse armor plates to the user’s skin. The program used test subjects from Mandalorian labor camps, who were offered pardons and rights in exchange for experimentation. The process was brutal and caused a near 100% mortality rate with the survivors being so impaired that they were deemed disposable; however, with each experiment and each failure more was learned to help perfect the process.

After much failure the process grew more refined and soon the first successful procedure was completed. The subject would be restrained and then have Tal’Beskar plates placed at strategic points on the body. Using Sith Alchemy the plates would begin to phase into the skin and intertwine around the subject’s muscles and reach down and connect with their skeleton directly, fusing with it to provide support for the rest of the plating used. The second wave of plates would reinforce these connections set all throughout the body. The final third wave of Tal’Beskar would then join this framework and then fuse directly with the skin itself to cover most of the body and head. This would essentially create an exoskeleton of thin beskar that was perfectly conforming with the subject’s form. Armorweave would then be fused to the beskar around joint areas to maintain coverage and allow for movement. Gammaplast armor pieces would then be used to cover said joints.

The headpiece used was a predesigned helmet that was then molded and fused to the user’s skin using alchemy, instead of being shaped from a pure plate. It was found that the neck needed to be completely untouched as it was found in attempts to fuse Beskar to the neck of other test subjects that it caused catastrophic damage to the subject’s spine. Electronics and other equipment would then be added on after the procedure to turn the exoskeleton into a fully functional set of armor.

The surviving test subject known as Revora was then sent to the planet of Bastion to undergo extensive testing and training to find both the capabilities of the armor but to also train it’s wearer for future combat in service of the Death Watch.Tests found Extraordinary protection characteristics from blasters, slug throwers and even lightsabers beyond the testers best hopes. It was noted that the electronics were exposed to ion attacks, and that sonic weapons were expectedly effective. The Force resistance also showed promise in usage against force users like the Jedi. The project would however, find itself destroyed thanks to the NIO invasion of Bastion granting an opportunity for Revora to escape the empire. The Mandalorian Union’s subsequent retaking of Mandalore and the surrounding systems further crushed any chances of getting another test subject to replicate the process on.
 
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