- Name: Gaarchiiraddik, usually nicknamed something along the lines of "Gark"
- Age: 137
- Species: Wookiee
- Appearance: A wookiee.
◊ About 2.5 meters and 180 kilograms.
- Skills: Does not know how to use the Force. Decades of experience have left him with significant skill at using his bowcaster and sword, and due to his profession knows how all manner of weaponry and armor works inside and out, even if he isn't very skilled at using said weapons if they're intended for other species. He's capable of using jump or jet packs, and due to being a wookiee, is great at tree-climbing, swimming, lifting things, and reaching the top shelf. Over a century of living in jungles, as well as spending decades fighting as a guerrilla in jungles, have given him top-notch outdoorsman and survivalist skills. Flying ships for the various Rebellions that preceded the Republic, as well as the Republic itself, have left him with the ability to pilot and repair ships with above-average skill.
- Tools: He carries a medley of items to help him in his job.
- Bandoleer: He wears a bandoleer that carries his items, and is secured in place by a heavy metal "cap" on his left shoulder that serves as a minor piece of armor.
- Arm Band: The only other 'armor' he wears, it's basically a piece of durasteel with a Mandalorian iron core and a couple straps on it that he wears over his left forearm.
- Jump Pack: Rougher and much less precise than a jetpack, it at least gets the job done, and gets it done fast by facilitating high jumps. Combined with his natural leg strength it makes a fall from practically any height survivable.
- Bowcaster: The signature wookiee weapon.
- Eyepiece: A vision enhancement on his left eye for night/heat vision, and letting him check his datapad/commlink info.
- Vibrosword and blade: A large, heavy vibrosword with a cortosis weave for resisting lightsabers, and an offhand vibroblade that is about two feet long.
- Other: Gaarchiiraddik fought against the CIS droids and Sith on Kashyyyk over half a century ago, then against the Republic troopers who turned against the Jedi, then fought as a Kashyyyk guerrilla against the troopers and Sith working for the Republic when it was renamed the Empire, then he continued to fight the Empire by joining the Rebellion, then continued to do so when the Rebellion re-orged into the Alliance to Restore the Republic, then again when it reformed into the New Republic, and then finally went independent as a mercenary who mainly took jobs in the interest of the New Republic.
Hmm. Certainly looks interesting. Am I up for two Star Wars games at the same time, in the two different canons? Hell yes I am.
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Glad to help.
I myself have so many things to complain about. Such as the fact that they got rid of the background behind the Rule of Two (and the fact that it was designed to ensure that apprentices who killed their masters would be stronger–and how wise Bane was for implementing it, instead opting to make him an UBER-STRONK ancient Sith), Korriban, the Sith species (and genocide thereof), and the fact that Vader got himself crippled (especially in terms of the Force), as well as the horrendous lightsaber they gave the Grand Inquisitor–and the idea that Sidious' power originated somewhere else. Pretty much the only good idea I've seen come out of it thus far is that of the crossguard lightsaber.
I'll have my character's SU fleshed out soon (within a few days). Maybe. Hopefully.
edited 18th Aug '16 2:44:53 PM by TrulyDeceptive
The truth can oft be more misleading... I'm driven by greed, guilt, rage, and despair, but I'll never try to justify haughtiness.Wait what?!!?
How the hell do you use a spinny lightsaber as god damn helicopter? There ain't no god damn room in them for a repuslorlift engine, and energy blades don't exactly do a good job of generating lift.
Click Click Boom BoomNo. I refuse. No. That didn't happen, and nothing you can say to me will convince me otherwise.
Aaaaanyway I'm going to pull a bit from the Legends/Expanded Universe canon for this (for the planet of Adumar, which is tucked away far in the Unknown Regions), and a bit from an experiment that I did with my old tabletop SWRPG group. Namely, was it possible to make a viable mounted lancer build with the various splatbooks? Answer: hell yes. Actual character sheet to follow in a few hours. Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.
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This, incidentally, is why I had Prima build her lightsaber using components from her mother's lightsaber, rather than just using her mother's in the first place. I could not, in good conscience, carry a weapon like that.
edited 18th Aug '16 6:44:18 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.He never had the right to be (at least, not in the EU, where he was a cowardly dickwad frightened by his master–and his apprentice, whom he raised in the hopes of overthrowing him–and wrote off Padme and her death as insignificant).
The truth can oft be more misleading... I'm driven by greed, guilt, rage, and despair, but I'll never try to justify haughtiness.Vader doesn't get much screen time in the EU due to the entire being killed in the original trilogy thing, but that's definitely grossly misrepresenting him in what stuff does involve him.
He's not cowardly he's self loathing. Like ridiculously so. He goes along with the Emperor because he has nothing else, and he believes he deserves nothing better. And having just played The Force Unleashed, I guess maybe I can see him fearing Starkiller but at the same time, its not really shown in the light of him fearing his apprentice so much as him still staying loyal to the Emperor. Though the more I think about it, the more I kind of do see that scene of him backstabbing Starkiller and tossing him out into space in that light.
-shrug- I'll get TFU 2 running tomorrow and see if that changes things much. But really overall Vader isn't sticking with the Emperor out of fear, more out of he's a terrible wreck of a man who has nothing but self-hate left, and he deserves to be the Emperor's slave.
And really, Vader is a badass in most EU material he shows up in. I may not be entirely a fan of Disney's new canon but the new Darth Vader comics are pretty great in that regards. But there's also plenty of other Legends stuff where he goes on to kick all the ass.
-cough- Anyways, I should probably really be focusing on writing up a character profile.
Click Click Boom BoomIf he really wasn't that self-pitiful, he wouldn't be plotting to overthrow his master to begin with.
If it wasn't for that, I'd actually consider his life nigh-parallel to mine. Sans the whole "eloped and had children, then wasted your potential being a possessive psychopath who only cares about his own little world."
edited 18th Aug '16 8:50:47 PM by TrulyDeceptive
The truth can oft be more misleading... I'm driven by greed, guilt, rage, and despair, but I'll never try to justify haughtiness.Aw... And I was just getting ready to give one of my Patrick Stewart Speeches, too.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.- Name: Heda ke Gaila
- Age: late 20s.
- Species: human, home planet Adumar.
- Appearance: middle height, wiry, long dark-brown hair.
- Background: born to minor nobility in one of Adumar's smaller nation-states, Heda's world was engulfed in constant conflict from the time she was young. Her family enrolled her as a cadet, where her talents got her into one of the elite Husarian Regiments: armored, shielded speeder-mounted troops, capable of everything from independent reconnaissance patrols to heavy shock action. The civil wars ended when Adumar joined the New Republic, but instead of retiring quietly Heda took her skills to the galactic stage as a mercenary and warrior-for-hire, fighting for her living and her honor for causes she deemed noble. At some point, probably more by accident than design, she managed to anger the First Order enough to have to go on the run.
- Skills: as a veteran of Adumar's small wars, Heda is a skilled pilot and ground-fighter. Her specializations are:
- Scout biker: while she's a good all-around pilot of various things that fly, Heda really excels riding on small repulsorcraft, especially speeder bikes.
- Draw swords!: the signature weapon of Adumari society is the blastsword
, a metal blade—blunt along the first third,
razor-sharp thereafter—tipped with a blaster emitter, and while Heda isn't a master duelist, she's no slouch either. A simple modification of the switch allows her to use its blaster function at range, a bit like an awkwardly-shaped carbine, if she holds it correctly. note
- Long lancer: it took Heda years of practice to fully master the specialist weapon of her regiment, the power lance.
While she can and does fight dismounted with it like a polearm, when Heda is mounted on her bike she can bring the full potential of the lance into use. The kinetic force of a scout bike tearing along at hundreds of kilometers per hour concentrated onto the lancetip, coupled the energy discharge, can shear through vehicle armor. A really skilled lancer can pick off tent pegs set on the ground with the lancetip—a competition that Heda holds several regimental prizes in.
- Tools: aforementioned weapons aside (blastsword and lance), Heda is fortunate enough to own some equipment.
- A sturdy speeder bike, fast and with a small blaster turret in the nose.
- Half-plate cortosis-weave armor and helmet, with inbuilt shield generator. A compromise design, trading some protection for lighter weight and easier maneuverability.
- Big, fixed, skyward-pointing "wings" protruding out of the back that deploy when the shield is activated; the "wings" function as heat radiators and shield projectors. Also adds +2 to bling.
- Utility belt: tools for maintaining her weapons and her equipment, first-aid kit, food, basic survival gear, et cetera.
- Name: Auren Sol Ailurious
- Age: 34
- Species: Felacatian
- Appearance: Auren is a Felacatian which means he is a very feline looking humanoid. That is, while having a very human body shape, he is covered in short orange and black striped fur. And his canine teeth are rather larger then the norm. He also has a tail. His eyes are a yellowish green and his pupils operate like a normal felines. He stands at 1.83 meters in height, and is somewhat lanky.
- Transformed Appearance: Like all Felacatians Auren can undergo a physical transformation turning him from a bipedal humanoid into a quadrupedal feline. His fur retains the same coloration and patterning but a row of spikes burst out of his back functioning somewhat as armor. His facial structure also becomes much more predatory, and his hands now paws spout very noticeable and very sharp claws.
- Skills:
- Medical Training: Auren, has undergone extensive medical training over the years. While he was initially just a medical intern on a star crusier, he through long years of on hand experience and self studying sessions, has while not an official medical doctorate, is equal to or better then the average properly trained doctor. And given how wide the galaxy is, while most of his training is on humans near humans and other humanoids, he has some experience with other species.
- Shapeshifting: Like all Felacatians, Auren undergoes a radical physical transformation when stressed or in hyperspace. Like most of his kind that tend to do a lot of star travel, he's learned how to control these transformations and prevent himself from transforming unless he wants to. This transformation grants him vastly increased physical strength and speed, along with claws that can sheer through durasteel. He also grows armored spikes along the back that while capable of protecting somewhat against blaster fire, are not in the grand scheme of thing all that effective of armor. Also, as a downside to this transformation, his clothes get destroyed. So he rather tends to avoid that.
- Enhanced Senses: All Felacatians have much more acute senses then the normal humanoid, in their humanoid state this is mostly restricted to perfect night vision. While transformed however the rest of their senses get a significant boost.
- Combat: While having no actual combat training, through a combination of his species innate reflexes and speed, his medical training, and having to help deal with several unruly patients, he is quite capable in a brawl. Even more so if he deigns to transform where his more predatory instincts can come into play.
- Computer Skills: While not an accomplished hacker by any strech of the imagination, he knows his way around most computer systems. Mostly for medical record purposes, but also to occasionally fudge some numbers here or there when it comes to obtaining more medical supplies.
- Bartering: While certainly not a proper merchant, he's certainly learned how to wheedle extra medical equipment out of people when he needs to. Often times with promises of medical favors. Free check ups, the occasional under the table drug dispensation, stuff like that. Nothing too unethical though.
- Tools: Auren keeps a full medical kit on him at all times, but is otherwise unarmed and unequipped.
- Bio: Auren had a rather unassuming Felcatian childhood on Felacat. It wasn't until he stowed away on a passenger ship when he was a teen, that his life started getting interesting. While discovered shortly into the trip, he managed to wheedle his way into not being kicked off into an escape pod or the like back home. Instead he managed to get himself a wide assortment of oddjobs to earn his keep.
- Eventually the infirmary became his primary source of oddjobs, and where he started to really come into his own. Still, it was just a passenger ship and most medical issues that came up there weren't too severe. So after a few years of this, he got himself reassigned as a legitimate crew member to a ship headed to a mining colony.
- There injuries tended to be not only more common but also more severe. Things went well as he studied under a proper doctor for some time, before the doctor he was studying under decided to hook up with a merc group. That is when his on the job training became really interesting.
- Eventually he picked up enough experience and reputation to be the actual doctor, even if he didn't have a legitimate degree, and no actual hospital would take him on. So he hopped from planet to planet, and merc crew to merc crew for quite a few years, before landing on Aten. For the time being, he set up his own little clinic on the planet. Though eventually he'll probably sign up on another spaceship.
- Other: Not related to the character, and I'm pretty sure I already posted this in this thread, but the fact that their species name is basically Catcat will never stop amusing me. May use Bob as an alias on occasion.
edited 19th Aug '16 1:05:42 PM by Kosjurake
Click Click Boom BoomUm, well, it took a while, but here it is. I can easily go back and change things if stuff's not acceptable.
- Name: Felix Jestar
- Age: 21
- Species: Human? Kiffar
. Still undecided, though.
- Gender: Male.
- Appearance: With fair-colored hair and piercing green eyes, Felix strikes a rather simple, if slightly imposing figure at 5'8 while decked in a completely refurbished set of armor once manufactured by the Verpine, a light earthly brown and faded blue with a midnight black underlay. Made from a zal alloy, it has lasted the test of time...for the most part. The other noticeable addition to his attire is a headband that's a vibrant, if dark emerald green shade which cover his qukuuf, the traditional markings of a Kiffar.
- Skills: Force Sensitive, but untrained, writing it off as intuition and simple reflexes. A fine eye for detail and determining the value of nearly anything, Felix has a way with words and a crafty haggler. With knowledge on how to pilot a ship, marksmanship and an eagerness to repair nearly anything from a lowly comlink to a starfighter.
- Psychometric. Able to sense the 'history' of nearly anything Felix lays his hands on, the young man can determine who may have used the weapon, where it came for and how 'old' the object in question is, from an Old Republic Disruptor Pistol to a recently manufactured Stormtrooper set of armor and the trooper it belongs too.
- Tools: An adventurer and relic hunter always has to be prepared, after all.
- Macrobinoculars: For general surveillance to search for potential threats on the horizon, details he may have missed or for simple stargazing.
- Hydrospanners and Toolkit: With everything he needs to fine-tune his equipment or repair anything that might have been on the wrong side of a blaster...or ravaged by the passage of time.
- Rebreather and Enviro-Suit: In the off-chance he stumbles over terrible toxins in the air or needs to make possible repairs in the vacuum of space, Felix makes every attempt he can to avoid being caught flat-footed.
- DEMP Ion Pistol: Stumbling across this weapon in an abandoned Imperial Bunker during his travels, this is usually used to deal with droids, electronic systems that need to be disabled. With three settings for different purposes, Felix is quite fond of this firearm.
- Micro-Pulse Blaster: A weapon dating back to the Great Sith War, this blaster's been under consider wear, forcing it's owner to dismantle the weapon and improvise by replace most of the Thoranium metal of the pistol with Durasteel. Able to lay down a barrage of bolts, their stopping power's a bit dilluted with the weapon's new material.
- Backstory: For all of his life, Felix was constantly on the move in a changing galaxy. His parents had quite the wanderlust and digging up 'relics' from both the Old Republic...and the years before Palpatine's rise to power, such as weapons, armor and other novelties. Their curiosity and desire to discover the past were something that rubbed off on him. Even then, with only so much they could determine and discover on their own, their son's talents made discoveries and tracking down more fragments of what was apparently a much larger picture.
- Although not longer after his seventeenth year, the young man was separated from his parents after...an incident, with his father rendered comatose and his mother's location currently unknown. Holding onto the wishes of his parents to continue their work, the young Felix continues to wander the galaxy, trying to keep an eye on the future...while the relics of the past call him into adventure.
edited 18th Aug '16 10:43:24 PM by TheRealWren
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Planet Anaxes, Defender of the Core? Destroyed. Synthetic crystals? Explosive!
I'm sure that I'm reading too much into this, I'm certain that this isn't what's actually happening, but it almost feels like they're not content to just have these things not exist, but they're actively flipping off people for their own egos.
Again, I know that's not what's happening, but that's kinda how it feels sometimes.
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edited 17th Aug '16 9:31:16 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.