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  • Muni Hugin


  • Full name:
    Ludicrously Long Name, like seriously​
    Homeworld
    XXX​
    Species:
    XXX​
    Gender
    XXX​
    Age:
    XX​
    Height:
    XXX​
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  • Munin Huginvelt(later Renamed Muni Hugin) an odd kid with an odder face he spent his days slugging around the dirt grime and muck of the coruscant underground with all the other rejects and scourge that residing before. The Kid was armed with nothing but torn clothes and a cocky smile as he faced down the concrete jungle that was his home. For you see he had a power that was stronger then any lightsaber, blaster rifle, knife or even the force. He had the power of personality and storytelling to his name. Quickly the rascal began to swindle and cheat his to infamy among his little, especially as he stuck his nose in the seediest parts imaginable wanting to find out and learn ever happening going. Soon he found that people liked his stories and then after learning that he learned that if he told his stories just the right way he could get people to do what he wanted.


    His personality soon began to brew like an incoming storm.

    Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: ‘Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil’, alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.

    Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: ‘Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil’, alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.
  • Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: ‘Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil’, alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.

    Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: ‘Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil’, alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.
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  • Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: ‘Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil’, alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.

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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.

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    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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Reeva Galili

  • Name: Reeva Galili
    Species: Jawa
    Home Planet: Karkhole Tattoine

    Faction: Searching
    Rank: N/A
    Occupation: Trouble Making little Nerfherder

    Age: 29
    Height: 90cm
    Build: Tiny as Feth
    Fur Colour: You ain't gonna see it
    Eye Colour: Glowing yellow
    Skin: Who knows or cares
    Voice: Samuel L Jackson (When speaking basic)
    Force Sensitivity: Feth he doesn't know and ain't got time to answer your stupid questions about this spiritualistic Force Bantha Crap

    Ships: Whatever ride a brother can get in the galaxy

  • Tatooine fething sucks alright. Reeva certainly knows that and will tell you all about that but it was his home. Growing up on Tatooine wasn't some miraculous tale of him being groomed for some special slot in life that fate would unravel before him. No! It was a hard ass struggle for survival as he and his fellow Jawa brothers and sisters tried to make ends meet in a cramped overcrowded sand crawler that was the only means of safety in a giant desert that wanted to kill fools. In that environment Reeva was thrown around from one oddjob to another as he and the colony he belonged to would scrap and steal take to get goods to swindle onto moisture farmers and scumbags. Reeva as a result would pick up on the finer points of mechanics and become quite skilled in working with machinery and technology as well as selling the goods he repaired to people.

    Though as time went on it became apparent that he was gifted in other ways as he frequently would get into scraps with people and not take a single bit of chit from anybody who thought they could be cute and try to screw him. As well as the first to move to defend the colony the second someone poised as a threat much to the disbelief of other Jawas especially when he would regularly start winning the fights he got into. This resulted in the colony increasingly relying on him to sort out problems over and over and over again. With very little appreciation from the other Jawas and the increased risks he was taking to ensure his colony didn't all die to the ever more stupid chit they were getting into.

    Eventually he would snap when he was told that he needed to kill a mudhorn that was guarding a valuable stash of tech that the Jawa's wanted. Reeva would kill that mudhorn nearly dying in the process, only to learn that there was no stash, the Jawas merely wanting to feed their addiction to the tasty yolk of mudhorn eggs. Seeing them celebrate in this mad haze like drug fiends was the point where he gave up on them. With a simple "Aight I'm out" he stormed off taking his goods and a few other things that may or may not have been his and took off.

    Since then he's been an independent spirit bumming round the galaxy in search of work, adventure and a good drink.

  • He's a jawa and looks shockingly enough like a Jawa. He wears brown robes with a bunch of cobbled together straps, bags, saddles and plates adorned to it. No one really knows his face nor anything else underneath the thick set of clothing he wears, and he ain't gonna show his face to anybody just because he feels like it.

  • Strengths and Weaknesses

    Spirited - Reeva rarely restrains himself that much if he's passionate about something he will fling the maximum amount of effort he can throw into it
    Technically Minded - Reeva knows his way around a hydrospanner and duct tape. He can make work repairing a droid servo or a starship engine and everything in between making him quite resourceful
    Small and fast moving Target - Many will be surprised at how fast he can move when the chit hits the fan and oftentimes the challenge to Fighting Reeva is being able to land a hit on the small guy or dodge his speedy and agile attacks.
    Knows his way around a fight - Whether it be a blaster, a vibromachete or his own two fists Reeva knows how to fight and is terrifyingly good at it. Many that underestimate him will become quickly acquainted with his sharp aim or swift moves
    Loves a good boom - Reeva has been becoming increasingly more interested and skilled in the field of demolitions. He has learned to craft a variety of improvised explosive devices and has somehow managed to keep all of his fingers in the process.

    Alcoholic - This Jawa shouldn't be left alone with a bottle of gin as he is almost certain to start downing it. Reeva is a pretty heavy drinker, he can hold his liquor better than most jawas enough drinks will have him end up locked in a smackdown with a chair.
    Still a weak pipsqueak No matter what the laws of physics are unbending and it's a simple fact that Reeva is weaker than your average human as he can barely lift his own body weight much more anything else.
    Short and Furious fuse It doesn't take much to piss Reeva off and he won't take crap from anybody. This temper has been known to show itself especially if under the influence of alcohol causing him to escalate situations rather than cool tensions.
    Has to do things his wayReeva is pretty stubborn Jawa and as a result he often doesn't like being told by others how to do his job, often adopting a my way or the highway attitude. As a result he can be quite difficult to work with.


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  • Twitch


  • Full name:
    Twitch​
    Homeworld
    Correlia​
    Species:
    Human​
    Gender
    Female​
    Age:
    27​
    Height:
    5'8"​
    Weight:
    160 ibs​
    Faction:
    Independent​
    Rank:
    Scum for hire​
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  • Oh hey

    Well I guess it's time to say hi. I'm twitch. They call me that because I'm twitchy and a bit witchy. Not really clever but hey it's catchy and it works good as an alias. Everyone needs one if they want to keep their skin intact in this crazy underworld of a galaxy. I'll make this quick in case you a finding yourself in a hurry. I'm a Corellian gal as y'all will find out after listening to my voice. Picked up quite a few tricks living in them slums, stuff that still saves my behind to this day.

    I'm a merc, a bounty hunter and whatever else you want me to be darling. As long as you have the credits and keep them rolling I'll be willing to keep dirtying my hands for ya. I know my way 'round a fight whether it be a brawl or a shootout. I'm used to being outnumbered and outgunned, yet like a cockroach I still find a way to keep getting the job done and keep living another day. In other words I'm the one you get when you want something done. Whether you want it done quiet or loud enough to send a message to everyone in the parsec.

    I got your usual armory of blasters, armor and gizmos that any old merc with more ego than sense can field, a sprinkling of that classic corellian charm and a bit of a special x factor too. As you may have inferred from my name I'm a "Witch". Force sensitive really, and I know how to use it. Forced to hone that craft by the Sith. Before you ask no I don't want to talk about my time with them. I'm not one for droning on about the past, especially that past. Just know that I know how to hurl some sparks, or throw any asshole that annoys me across the room.

    Gosh darn it, I think I need to scram. I hear some sirens. Well if you need me for a job use that encrypted comm link I buried into this page's code to reach me. For now, cheers hon.


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