Sorry it's taking so long. I'm trying to come up with a character, but it seems like I just keep ending up unsatisfied with them.
The species thing is killing me, too. I want to play a Miraluka, but losing a power is too high a price for me (There's some irony there. A species that's more attuned to the force is actually a worse choice for a force focused class because you lose an opportunity for a power. Unless you wanted that power anyway, of course). The Togruta just... fell apart.
Ugh. These are troubling times in the kingdom.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.Togruta are awesome! They get echolocation and stuff.
Also, Styg, a question: I'm thinking about an Assassin with this weird version of Force Sense: he can sense when someone requests his services, and can do that from really far away, but can't use any other sort of Force Sense. Is that OK?
@ Jumpin Jack Flash: No, I will not be making a character, at least not as far as presenting a sheet for him here. As much as I'd like to, I've tried that before in my last Star Wars RP.
While all my characters exist in this setting, they won't be equivalent to yours if they should appear at all.
Kayip Bir is approved.
@ Goodisgood: Sindri. Guess I should have made a 40k RP instead.
Can you downgrade that power to regular Force Lightning? You'll be able to improve it when you gain a third Force power.
Also, did you mean Consular
as opposed to "Counselor?" And Guardian
rather than Knight?
@ Miocid: I guess Midi-chlorians can be some misled theory, but I'd rather they weren't spoken of at all.
@ Dragon 573: I'm allowing a long-lived version of Nagai,
if that helps.
@ Desdendelle: That power seems too specific to waste a slot on. Just have it in your backstory somewhere.
Flesh is a design flaw.![]()
Quite, except he's no god and there's no brotherhood, just one Sith Pureblood with a lightsaber.
Pick a ship along the lines of the Herald-class troop shuttle.
That's what I planned to put you in by default, but you can choose something else. This one doesn't have a lot of room for private quarters. You can name it too, I guess. Since nobody has pilot skills yet, it'll probably be driven by an astromech.
Some douchebag just came in and killed our master for no good reason— by cheating, no less— and now he's trying to subjugate us and steal our late master's resources, effectively robbing us of stuff that's by rights ours.
You bet I'm pissed off.
edited 14th Sep '14 6:56:15 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.I'm good with pretty much any ship and name you settle on, Dragon's name is perfectly fine by me. A light freighter like that is good since if you're willing to forego luxuries like "beds", then it can fit just about any size adventuring party. And unless someone goes nuts and buys seventy-six metric tons of kolto, it should be able to hold all our loot comfortably. Doing that, and getting us from point A to point B, is about all we really need to start with since it gives us more things to put on our shopping list and shoot for in the future.
Though having a ship with a floorplan might be useful for visualizing things if we plan on spending any lengthy amount of time confined to it. The ships in this book
all have floorplans, though they're from the far future so you'd have to file the serial numbers off and rename them for the Old Republic Era.

- Name: Sindri Korrtus
- Age:37
- Race: Mirialan
- Class: Sith Sorcerer (fallen Jedi Sage)
- Appearance: He's slightly taller than your average Miralian, clocking in at about 6.3, but more wiry and compact in his build. His skin is a lime green, as usual, with two parallel lines formed from tatooed diamonds circling around the length of his head. His advancement into the dark side of the force has already begun to take it's toll on his body, re-coloring his eyes into the infamous red-yellow pattern and giving his sockets a more dark, sunken expression. He forgoes a more garish, ornate look characteristic of some adept force users for a simple gun-metal-greyish tunic and pants, covered loosely by a concealing a flowing black cloak. Years of deep contemplation have carved a stone-faced, if slightly concerned, expression onto Sindri, though it may not always be an accurate indicator of his actual emotions.
- Powers:
- Force Lightning: One of his primary means of engaging an opponent, Sindri can devastate opponents with prolonged bursts of force lightning.
- Force Illusions: Sindi's manipulations of force energy are not entirely combat oriented. He can also create astal constructs for a wide variety of uses. This could range from tormenting his adversaries with fearful and painful shades, to changing the apperances of certain objects and passages, to concealing his own dark-side presence to force sensitive beings. However, this ability does not work on non-organic specimens like droids, and are noticably reduced in effectiveness against force-resistant species (like Hutts, for example.), limiting Sindri to much smaller and more subtle glamours.
- Skills:
- Archivist: This was the bulk of Sindri's pursuits as a Jedi, and he's just the same now, even as a Sith. He's well versed in the histories and cultural practices of both factions, knowing well how to process and convert the information information possible for their varying archives and holocrons.
- Social Stealth: In his early days as a Jedi, Sindri would often blend into crowds seamlessly as to escape the attention of fellow Jedi and grasp some time to himself. He's certainly not gotten any worse.
- Manipulator: Sindri is a staggeringly good actor, able to conceal his motives with uncanny perscision until just the right moment. He'll often enforce this skill with various illusions.
- Weapon Focus: Single-bladed lightsaber, synthetic red crystal. He specializes in Niman style, incorporating a random (an in his own admission, slightly unfocused) blend of other saber-forms with a very smooth transition into force attacks. Overall, he'd rather not resort to a prolonged lightsaber duel, if possible.
- Equipment: A holopad communicator, two folded bacta patches, an attachable comm-link, and a concealed blowgun (often accompanied by three to five toxic darts)
- Philosophy: Above all, Sindri seeks what he considers to be a complete sense of balance in the ways of the force, like many Jedi. But unlike the Jedi, he believes that he must learn internalize the concepts of both compassion and passion, discipline and the ability to act with your emotions as the sole guide. To truly become one with the force, he must accept ALL of it, light and dark, regardless of who opposes him in that quest. His ascetic devotion to this ideal, insane or no, has rendered him somewhat disdainful to the political struggles of the Jedi and Sith; he feels as if their attempts to interfere in the power struggles of senators and imperial officers vying for purely material gains has ultimately detracted from both orders' true purpose. As such, he doesn't really care whether what the prevailing system of government calls itself, only associating with the Sith as to adopt their perspective on the force.
Backsory: Born on his race's frigid home planet of Mirial, Sindri displayed a powerful connection to the force, and a keen intellectual bent from an early age. Luckily for him, his people had a relative familiarity with the nature of his abilities, as the more primordial aspects of the force were a staple of Mirialan culture. He was sent covertly to the Jedi Order at the age of five, as to give him the best chance of honing his skills for what his family determined to be a good use. He took to a life of spiritual training and intense study quite nicely, becoming intuitive and powerful in the ways of the force; this indicated to the order's masters that his skills would be better applied as a Consular (the Jedi's archivists and diplomatic faces) rather than the more militarily oriented Jedi Guardians. His status as one of the Order's young prodigies ended up overshadowing the concerns of some weary members, who had begun to notice the occasional flicker of dark side energies infect Sindri's presence from time to time.- It wasn't long before he began accompanying a Jedi master by the name of Koyi'Una out into the field, their primary focus being the location of ancient Jedi archives and the destruction of ancient Sith temples. It was in these excursions that he experienced both extremes of the force, in all their incandescence and terror. He was often told to shield his mind from the lures of what his Master considered to be 'dark' and 'unnatural' in presence, and as far as she would know for a time, as far as any Jedi would know, he followed her commands. But the truth was, he had quickly learned to conceal his darkish as he'd fostered it's growth within his soul. Even so, with the powers he had to conceal the more immediate effects of his changing alignment, Sindri's increasing, vocal skepticism of what he had formely known to be absolute truths of the universe had not gone unnoticed. Not by his master, and by extension, not by the Jedi Council. Over some years, he realized that he was being sent out to pursue the knowledge of the ancients less and less, often being restrained to the temple and acting as a simple librarian. All under the increasingly intrusive gaze of his superiors. With increasing frequency, he noted the worried and suspicious stares shot his way by passing Jedi, and that access that he was given previously to the goings on of his fellow counsulars was being deliberately restricted. Because of their close-mindedness, it was becoming all the more clear that there was little more that he would learn while affiliated with his fellow Jedi. And perhaps....their perspective on the force had been wrongful from the start. Sindri would not the Order the chance to restrict his progress any further, or worse yet, to silence him in entirely.
- To put it simply, he ran. His exit was swift, and unnoticed (or at least, so he had thought). But inbetween the fact that he'd gone off world without word and their already mounting suspicions of him, Sindri 'knew' at least that they'd definitely be coming for blood. He had spirited himself off-world, towards the most recently discovered Sith temple; if it had not already been destroyed by Republic forces, the knowledge contained there might aid him in countering the Order's efforts in apprehending him. Easily evading or outright incapacitating the military forces set to guard the site, he made a beeline to the holocron chamber. But it was at the entrance to that chamber that he'd been forced to stop, by none other than his 'former' master. She was well learned in his evasive ways, many of them were her's first, after all. But Sindri had come too far now just to be taken back as a prisoner. For the first time in his life, he crossed blades with his mentor with the intent to kill. The battle left Sindri lightly wounded, but was otherwise tragically short; the dark side of the force was strong in the temple, and gave him a power to deal death in a ways he hadn't ever known. Not seconds after his master's lifeless body hit the ground, charred heavily by force lightning, Sindri, overwhelmed and panicked by what he had done, was confronted again. Now, by the man he would call Master Thiel.
To be continued....edited 13th Sep '14 1:29:26 AM by goodisgood
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.