[Characters] Character Roster

[Superstrength79]

Please post your character sheets and info in this thread. It will give you a central location to easily find any links to your character picture (if you have one) as well as any scripts or commonly used fieldsets you may want to save for your use.

[Trae]

 

Character Name: Tehani

Species: Togorian
Career: Jedi Consular
Specialization(s): Healer/Niman Disciple/Sage
Motivation: The Cause of Knowledge: Tehani wishes to learn all sorts of new things about other galactic beings. She wishes to reconstruct a database about the biology and physiology of as many different species as possible.
Morality: 50
The Strength of Compassion. The Togorian simply feels that everyone could use a little help every now and then.
The Weakness of Obsession. Anytime Tehani gets a chance to study and research a brand new species, especially if there's little to no information about it, it'd take a lot to pry it from her claws.

Description: Tehani is approximately six feet tall, with almost pure white fur covering her felinoid frame other than the black tiger-stripe markings adorning her. She can primarily be found wearing simple light blue robes with a small Republic symbol of a healer on the front left breast with a larger symbol on the back. Piercing blue eyes take in the details around her, occasionally lost in thought or simply attuning herself to the Force.

Background: Tehani was discovered to be strong with the Force very early in life and was raised in the Temple until approximately 10 years of age. She was taken as a Padawan by a Jedi Knight who encouraged her natural curiosity to want to explore everywhere, always with the desire to learn more. Over time she found a specific interest in learning Xenobiology to be able to provide healing to those in need, as well as developing her own database on the various galactic races to aid in expanding knowledge. Ever since becoming a Knight herself, Tehani has been primarily world-hopping to experience all the different cultures available and documenting what she's allowed of the various races that can be found.

Link to character sheet: Tehani (Includes XP and Credit Expenditure)

[Exhausted exe]

 

Theodule, Wandering Mystic Character Name: Theodule "Theo" Ashwannel Species: Human Career: Mystic Specialization(s): Seer | Advisor Motivation: Help the Helpless: In a galaxy full of momentous events and desperate struggle, it is all too easy to forget the poor, the weak, and the downtrodden. Theodule seeks to give voice to the voiceless, and help those who cannot help themselves. Morality: 50 Emotional Strength: Compassion Theodule cares about the tribulations others face and wants to help those he comes across. His compassion may lead to self-sacrifice in order to aid those who need it. Emotional Weakness: Sorrow The galaxy is a big place, and with so many people suffering, it can overwhelm Theodule. How can a single person help anyone else when there is so much unhappiness? Theodule lets sorrow paralyze, or worse, affect their use of the Force. Description: Theodule sports flowing brown hair, amber eyes with a small scar across his left given to him in his journeys, and a lean, athletic build. He generally wears simple, casual street clothes as well as a thermal cloak when in civilized areas. However, when exploring the wilds or generally uncivilized areas of the galaxy, he will wear armor plating over his clothes and under his cloak. Age: 23 Height: 5'8" Personality: Soft-spoken, caring, and having a natural tendency towards compassion, Theodule sports a heart of gold as well as a charming smile wherever his travels bring him. While Theodule is not ashamed of his aptitude with the Force, he is rarely open with sharing the fact he is capable of using it, as to avoid the ever-looming shadow of the Jedi and its philosophies. Ideology: Not particularly subscribing to either the Jedi or Sith's teachings of the Force, neither believing in the rigid pacifism and emotional disconnection the Jedi preach, nor the unchecked passion and aggression the Sith advocate for. Instead believing simply that the Force was a cosmic energy that flowed through everything and everyone, connecting each person to their own destiny like a flowing river, believing you could either fight the flow of the current or allow yourself to be carried by it. Background: Theodule, a Dantooine native, was born to two loving parents who made a peaceful and modest living off farming and odd-jobs ranging from protecting farmland from would-be thieves to simple manual labor. Of the odd jobs, Theodule's Mother mostly kept to the more safe jobs while his Father, being ex-military, took on more perilous jobs. Theodule grew up being taught the importance of doing what was right, the value of forgiveness, and the duty of helping those who could not help themselves by his Mother. Taking all these things to heart, Theodule made it a point to be involved with any volunteer work that he could and offering a helping hand to those down on their luck should he come across them. Meanwhile, his Father taught him the basics of combat, both using a staff and a blaster, further bolstering the belief to protect the helpless in their times of need. As he grew older, Theodule began to show the signs of Force Sensitivity, the signs were mostly subtle, until one day while reaching for something just beyond his grasp, it magically flew into his hand. After telling his parents, the pair decided to keep their son's abilities secret, not wanting him to be taken away by the Jedi. Even still, Theodule trained his mystical abilities to the best of his abilities, gaining the power to sense those around him, as well as move objects much better than his original fluke. Around the age of 18, Theodule felt like he could do more for the galaxy outside of his home planet. Deciding it was time to journey to the distant stars, he told his plans to his parents who, after some convincing, pointed him to an old, retired, freighter captain who happened to be an old acquaintance of his Father. Getting on in his years, the old captain was willing to part with his Starlight-class Light Freighter and T7 Astromech droid, as well as teach the boy how to use it as a favor to his Father. After a year or so of training, Theodule was deemed capable of flying on his own, and thus gathering some supplies and saying goodbye to his friends and family, set out on a journey of self-discovery. For the next 4 years, Theodule would become a Mystic-Wanderer of sorts, listening to the Force and roaming from planet to planet, assisting on the local level as best he could. If possible he would often visit ruins and religious sites in an effort to become more in-tune with the Force. In one such ruin on the planet of Voss, he happened upon a meditation focus in the form of a gleaming, blue, sphere. Bringing it back to his ship he decided to use it, hoping to become more tuned with the Force. Upon use, Theodule began to feel a nagging in the back of his that become stronger and stronger until it completely overtook his consciousness. In his consciousness's wake, he was given an undecipherable vision, only receiving brief and rapid glimpses, until the end, where he saw a bright planet, the heart of the Galaxy: Coruscant. Starship: Starlight-Class Light Freighter "The Ace of Spades" Credit Roll here Character sheet including XP and Credit expenditure here

[Verdant Glitter]

 

Mirabelle Ch'tall Character Name: Mirabelle Ch'tall. Species: Chadra Fan derivative. Career: Engineer Specialization(s): Shipwright, Advocate Motivation: The Magnum Opus - All crafters deign to craft that one piece, the masterwork that is spoken of in awed whispers, writ down in historical texts, and is held as a pinnacle of its field. For Mirabelle, that would be a starship - Beautiful, stalwart, unstoppable. Obligation: A Voice for the Voiceless (Oath) - Her family came from the lowest of low to the highest of highs, and that was by as much luck as it was skill. But not everyone is quite so lucky, whether it's crushing debt, a lack of any opportunity, or the machinations of slavers, bureaucrats, and corps. Where she sees oppression, she sees the chance to do right. The Ch'talls, herself particularly, have not forgotten where they came from. Description: One might not particularly think of 'grace' or 'elegance' when it comes to rodents, but this Chadra Fan nonetheless manages to convey both. At 3'6, her movements are light and flowing, her gait sprightly, and her demeanor is nothing if it is not optimistic and friendly. Her fur is earthy-toned - A lush brown with a lighter underside - and is always well-kept and immaculately groomed (unless, of course, she's been working,) and her eyes are wide and sparkling, though some might find the black sclera to be slightly concerning. While many might find it hard to readily discern the average Chadra's gender from one and the next, there is little difficulty in defining Mirabelle's, owing to her particularly considerable, and occasionally troublesome, endowments. Utilitarian wear - Tough overalls or coveralls, thick wool shirts and heavy gloves, and the like - festooned with pockets and belts filled with various handy tools and miscellany is her usual wear when she is working, but outside of that she tends to be garbed in the latest fashionable and expensive garments as one might expect of any debutante. Background: Born on on Verisces as the second oldest of six, Mirabelle - and by extension her immediate relatives - are not the standard Chadra Fan family: a peculiar off-shoot of the species (supposedly there was relations outside of the species in the ancestry, but whether this is a familial joke or not is undecided), and born right into affluent aristocracy and mechanical genius, there were a lot of expectations of the small rodent, most of which she happily met as she grew. While hers is certainly not 'old money' and some established and older aristocrats might look down on these 'upstarts,' there are plenty more delighted at the novelty. Noble Chadra? What ever will they think of next! It doesn't hurt that her grandfather established a most successful business catering to customized starship design for smaller luxury crafts with certain proprietary innovations purported to be of alien design, therefore providing a very practical (to the rich) service and earning a ridiculous amount of credits without hedging against any large-scale shipyards - Just enough to buy his family's way into high society. Given that her family had once been enslaved by a notorious pirate whose claim to terror and fear was a repurposed alien vessel, and having grown up listening to stories about how her great grandfather had managed to bargain his mate and pups to freedom while sacrificing himself to destroy the ship from within, it goes without saying that an exceedingly strong sense of morality and honor is instilled within the Ch'tall line. Deceit, underhanded tactics, cruelty - All those negative things are anathema to this family. Slavery is something that outright infuriates her, whether it's literal or not; you don't need to have a shock collar on your neck to be so grossly indebted to an amoral corporate entity that you will never be able to advance in life, for instance. When she was younger, Mirabelle wasn't certain what to focus her studies on - Personal laser weaponry? Ship drives? Ablative armors or kinetic shielding? AI design? Planetary defense systems? Not until she observed a Dreadnaught-class vessel running maneuvers through a station's window, watched the massive beauty launch a salvo of munitions in test, gracefully tear through space at speed flanked by smaller corvettes and fights, then blip out of the system that the muse struck. That was when she decided: Starships. All of them. Working on them, crafting new ones, dredging up a forgotten blueprint or salvaging an ancient wreck that inspires whole new avenues of creation - These are a few of her favorite things! Her father would have rather she stayed after she finished her classes, but there's no better teacher than practical experience, and he had to respect her independence (most of his children had already done similar.) Besides, you can't discover a long-lost ancient starship at home. Credits roll! Link to character sheet: Mirabelle's Sheet

[Lazer]

 

Gar Waldin, slicer extraordinaire Name: Gar Waldin Species: Human Career: Technician Specialization(s): Slicer, Analyst Motivation: Quest - Purpose; find out what happened to the lady who hired him, Hela Kordes. Obligation: Unfinished Business Description: Gar has been told that he doesn't look like a slicer, which is a plus in his book. He has the frame of a manual worker and thick black hair which he styles to fit in to the planet he finds himself on, all the better to blend in. His dark eyes find little mirth in anything they see, and the wrinkles on his face tend more towards the frown- than laughter-lines. Personality: Serious, intelligent and dogged when he finds a mystery, Gar has discovered that he has a talent for investigation. As long as he doesn't actually have to talk to people, that is. Background: Gar was one of the lucky ones on Corellia; he was able to provide himself a good enough education that he could get out of there and see a bit of the galaxy. He started out in CorSec where he trained in computer security, but the hierarchical system proved to be a bit restrictive for him, so he left by mutual consent still in his early twenties. He found work in various endeavours of semi-legal status, but was always very wary of falling too far towards the illegal side of things. After a while he found steady work as a kind of private detective, using his computer skills to unearth whatever his clients might need. He tended to work the Outer Rim, moving around as much as he could so that he wouldn't come to the attention of either the local security organisation or organised crime. The problem with constantly moving was that it was difficult to build a reputation, but somehow the clients kept trickling in, enough to keep him in business anyway. About a standard year ago he was approached by an unusual client, a woman named Hela Cordes. She wanted him to get her the cargo manifests for a collection of seemingly unrelated freighters, and whatever he could find about their current whereabouts. She didn't give any information about herself, but he made a habit of background checking all of his clients and he discovered she was from a fairly wealthy family on, of all places, Alderaan. Gar had travelled a good portion of the galaxy, but he had never had cause to stop on Alderaan; it just wasn't the kind of place that needed the services of a guy like him. It was a planet of artists and idealists, and Hela Cordes didn't seem at all out-of-the-ordinary for the planet, so what did she want with this information? This was a mystery which intrigued him, but he knew enough that he couldn't dig too deep on a client; a simple background check to make sure he wasn't going to get into trouble with a Hutt or a security bureau and that was it. So he tracked down the information that she wanted, packaged it up and sent her a message to let her know it was ready for retrieval. But she didn't get back to him. He was in the habit of taking on several jobs at once so he didn't have lots of time to go looking for her, but two standard months later she still hadn't retrieved the data. Which meant ha hadn't been paid. This was about the time when he started to investigate Hela Cordes in vain. His searches of media in Alderaan had her name popping up semi-regularly in gossip 'casts right up until just after she had contacted him, and then nothing. No more mentions. There was nothing suggesting anything untoward had happened, there was just nothing at all. Gar hopped a shuttle to Alderaan, promising his current clients that he would be back quickly and get them the data that they wanted, but his optimism proved unfounded. None of her contacts seemed concerned by her absence, but none had a good explanation for it. He managed to hack the Alderaan Security database and found that they had no reports of foul play and so there was no investigation underway. She had just vanished. It was only by luck that he discovered that one of the freighters she had asked about had landed on the planet at about the time that she disappeared. He sliced the flightplan and discovered that it had gone on to Coruscant, and so he followed, the fact that he still had clients waiting for him completely forgotten.   Species: Human 2 free non-career skills (Ranged - Light and Skullduggery) Career: Technician (4 of the following) Astrogation Computers X Coordination Discipline X Mechanics X Outer Rim Perception X Piloting (Planetary) Specialization: Slicer (2 of the following) Computers X Education Stealth X Underworld XP available at character creation: 110 (human) + 10 (Obligation) = 120 Characteristics Agility 2->3 30XP Intellect 2->3 30XP Cunning 2->3 30XP Willpower 2->3 30XP XP available after character creation: 400 Skills Computers 2->3 15XP Education 0->1 5XP Outer Rim 0->1 5XP Stealth 1->2 10XP Underworld 0->2 15XP Total: 50XP Specialization: Slicer Bypass Security: 5+10+15XP Technical Aptitude: 5XP Grit: 5+10+15XP Codebreaker: 5+20XP Defensive Slicing: 10+20XP Natural Programmer: 15XP Defensive Slicing (Improved): 20XP Resolve: 20XP Skilled Slicer: 25XP Dedication (Intellect): 25XP Total: 225XP Specialization: Analyst (non-career, 30XP) Researcher: 5+10XP Knowledge Specialization (Underworld): 5+15XP Researcher (Improved): 15XP Grit: 20XP Dedication (Intellect): 25XP Total: 125XP Credits Starting Credits: 20,000 Light Blaster Pistol: 300 Smuggler's Trenchcoat: 1,650 Cloaking Coat: 3,000 Slicer Gear: 500 Data Spike (3 of): 300 Lockpicking Tools: 50 Security Sweeper: 400 Concealed Recorder: 175 Electronic Lock Breaker: 1,000 Signature Modulation Pad: 250 Data Breaker: 1,000 Model 58 Concealment Holster: 40 Military Belt Pouch (2 of): 20 Utility Belt: 25 Surveillance Scanner: 750 Recon Remote (2 of): 500 Sleight Box (Very Large): 400 Mem Stick (2 of): 60 Datapad: 75 Authentication Tools: 100 3-MAL Secure Comlink: 250 Scanner Goggles: 150 Total: 10,005 Remaining Credits: 9,005

[P47Thunderbolt]

Prok Espio, Kyuzo Sector Ranger Character Name: Prok Espio Species: Kyuzo Career: Bounty Hunter Specialization(s): Skip Tracer, Marshal Motivation: Cause: The Downtrodden - He goes out of his way to help those who are being oppressed or mistreated. He lives by the Sector Ranger's motto: "What others abandon, we protect." Code: The Rule of Law - He believes firmly in the rule of law and will ensure that it is properly enforced, that no crime goes unsolved, and that no criminal goes unpunished. Obligation: Dutybound (20): His job within the Sector Rangers is very important to him, and he is always ready to answer the call. He is determined to keep the organization's record as clean as possible and despises dirty cops. Description: Age: 40 Height: 6'6 Build: Muscular Hair: None Eyes: Yellow (compound) Notable Features: Poor-quality tattoo reproduction of the Sector Ranger logo on his right shoulder. Wears a Sector Ranger uniform over a bodysuit of Verpine Fiber Ultramesh. The uniform is a dark gray with the Sector Rangers' logo on the back. The shoulder plates, bracers, kneeplates, and greaves are black with gold trim, and the helmet is black with a customized set of goggles that can be dropped down to cover his eyes and augment his vision. For occasions when wearing his uniform would be imprudent, to say the least, he has a nondescript long coat and broad-brimmed hat, reminiscent of the traditional shield-hats of the Kyuzo. He is capable of making himself understood in basic with the aid of a vocal enhancer integrated in his respirator. Background: He grew up as an orphan on Raithal until at the age of 14 when he was taken in by the Sector Ranger Toro Espio and his wife Lira, who was pregnant with their first child at the time. In spite of some early difficulties, and the frequent absence of Toro given his job, his new parents took on the challenge of raising him eagerly. Prok got along quite well with his new younger brother, Raithe. His adopted parents reinforced Prok's surprisingly strong innate moral compass and when he was old enough, they enrolled him in a police academy on Raithal. With the lessons instilled in him by Toro, he rose to the top of his class and was flagged as a potential Sector Ranger recruit. After a few years on the job on Raithal, he was recruited to the Sector Rangers and assigned to the Larrin Sector. About the same time as he was promoted, his younger brother Raithe joined the police force on Raithal, and got married shortly thereafter. After some key exploits and the single-handed dismantling of a large-scale terraforming scam on Filordis, Prok was recruited to the SEOs. After only about a year, he received word that his father had been murdered. He was greatly distressed by this, but in his own investigations in his off-time, he had no more luck than the local authorities and has since given up. A little over a year ago, he was tasked with breaking up a smuggling ring. His investigation led him to a smuggling run on Arkania. He lay in wait for the ship, a KST-100, and ambushed it. He got off a salvo with the ion cannons before the pilot had time to react, but the ship was resilient enough to shake it off and keep going. As he chased the ship, he began to suspect that the pilot was intentionally letting him stay on the Kestrel's tail. Making a pretty convincing show of running for it, but still allowing him to catch up. He managed to disable the ship, then docked and boarded in deep space. He took the smugglers captive without violence and then through his interrogations of the prisoners, he discovered that the Zeltron pilot had been coerced into the job. She was already wanted in multiple smuggling jobs unconnected from this particular organization, but he sensed an opportunity here. When he went to talk to her, she tried to weasel her way out of it, charm him, or even persuade him with her pheromones, but, aided by his respirator, he kept up his stony exterior. However, he did offer her a chance at redemption: He would secure her a full pardon if she helped him in his investigation to take down the smuggling ring, piloting for him. Until her side of the bargain was fulfilled, her ship would remain impounded and she would be responsible for the storage fees so it wouldn't get auctioned off. By now, they've been flying together for a while. With her help, Prok was able to bring down the organization. Even though her side of the deal is done, Prok wants to keep her around. She's an excellent pilot, and has shown good progress in turning over a new leaf, but he suspects that if she was cut loose she would likely turn back to smuggling to get her adrenaline fix. Fortunately, she seems to feel the same about sticking around, possibly, he guesses, because there are still members of the organization who might be out to get her. Recently, on a whim after processing a recent batch of criminals, Prok decided to check on the status of a Kyuzo he had earlier arrested for sentient trafficking, among other heinous charges. To his consternation, he found that the prisoner was released from the sector prison under mysterious circumstances.

Ship: PB-950 Patrol Boat "Hammer"

[Drachenspirit]

Miona Character Name: Miona Typhe < - - Character Sheet Species: Zeltron Career: Smuggler Specialization(s): Pilot Motivation: Improvements, Accuracy Morality: Obligation: Thrillseeker Duty: Description: Miona has purple hair, golden colored eyes, stands around 1.84 meters high (5'11"), and has the typical curvy figure of a female Zeltron. She typically wears a neck to toe body suit with her arms completely bare, along with a Smuggler's long oat when on the job. When off the job, she wears typical suggestive and scantily clad outfits of bright colors as do most Zeltrons. Being on the job, means working, and not piloting. She doesn't consider "flying" work at all. Age: 29 Height: 1.8 Meters Build: Athletic Hair: Purple Eyes: Gold Starting Credits: 38,555 remaining Background: Miona was born on Zeltros to a typical large family where she felt she knew her her mother was, but isn't sure to this day who her real father is, not that she cares as she had more than enough love and support to go around when she was young. She was raised in a home full of love and quickly stood out from her siblings as the clear 'Daredevil' among them. Due to this, it was no surprise that she took a job at a very young age on the first luxury liner offer she saw - looking for adventure. She hired on as a Casino server girl at first, but quickly moved into more lucrative and higher paying "situations." It was all fun, but she got bored quickly, so she took an offer to hire on as a personal assistant to a light freighter captain who won big at the tables. She sat on a starship bridge for the first time and was bitten by the idea of flying herself. She did what she had to in order to learn all she could about piloting, moving around from job to job and even getting in the middle of a few battles. She couldn't tell you with much clarity who had been fighting who, but she set off on her own and finally got her own ship and began taking jobs. Finding smuggling paid the best and the quickest, she dove right in. After about a year, she ran across a Sector Ranger while she was on a job she had been forced in to. As all parties involved told the same tale, that she was flying on this smuggling run, using her own ship, due to her life being threatened, the Ranger wouldn't turn her in provided she pilot for him for a spell. To make her keep her word, he kept her ship impounded, making her pay the storage fees so it wouldn't get sold. As this was just another day of excitement for Miona, she took the offer - not that she could refuse - and has been the Kyuzo do-gooder's personal pilot ever since. She isn't sure, but she thinks he allowed her to make the deal due to her pheromones getting to him, or her persuasion skills. Or, maybe it was a combination of the two. Being a man of his word, he didn't back out of the deal, admitting or no if she got to him. Whatever the case, he's not letting her off the hook just yet. He tells it as just a little over a year ago, he was tasked with breaking up a smuggling ring. His investigation led him to a smuggling run on Arkania. He lay in wait for the ship, a KST-100 (her ship), and ambushed it. He got off a salvo with the ion cannons before she had time to react, but the ship was resilient enough to shake it off and keep going. Given that she was trying to make it look like he got off a lucky shot, she's actually had to maneuver into his shot so he could hit her since she was that good of a pilot. If she hadn't let him hit her, he never would have. Or so she would argue. Continuing, he says that as he chased the ship, he began to suspect that she was intentionally letting him stay on her ship's tail; making a pretty convincing show of running for it, but still allowing him to catch up. Obviously. Took him long enough. Her crew was starting to think she wanted to get caught. One of them had even put his hand on his blaster and threatened her at this point. He then says that he managed to disable her ship - true enough - then docked and boarded in deep space. He took everyone captive without violence and then through his interrogations of everyone but her (she called it a polite conversation), he discovered that she had indeed been coerced into the job. He found that she was already wanted in multiple smuggling jobs unconnected from this particular organization she was running with, but he sensed an opportunity. He says that she tried to weasel her way out of it, tried to charm him, and even persuade him with her pheromones, but, aided by his respirator, he kept up his stony exterior. Right. She lets him have his story, but when it's just the two of them, she often reminds him that she let him think that. Prok says that being the honorable individual that he is, he offered her a chance at redemption: He would secure her a full pardon if she helped him in his investigation to take down the smuggling ring, piloting for him. Until her side of the bargain was fulfilled, her ship would remain impounded and she would be responsible for the storage fees so it wouldn't get auctioned off. Since he agreed to cut her in on any bounties that might get, she agreed. Later, she says they agreed to more than she's getting, even though they never actually talked about an amount. Now, they've been flying together for a while. With her expert help, Prok has been able to bring down the organization in question. Even though her side of the deal is done, Prok wants to keep her around, and as he lives quite the life on the edge, she's been quite happy to do so. She also seems him as kind of family now, more than a friend, but she would be the last to admit it. He says that since she is an excellent pilot (trying to cater to her ego of course), and has shown good progress in turning over a new leaf, he's kept her around, both allowing an encouraging it as he says. He also hints at times that he suspects that if she was cut loose, she would likely turn back to smuggling to get her adrenaline fix. He has said once or twice that he thinks she is sticking around, possibly, because there are still members of the organization who might be out to get her. She hadn't thought of that, and the idea of running into such people with him around is quite exciting to think about. She actually feels like she could do a better job of avoiding them without him around, and if she did run into them, trick them into something before they decided to do her harm. But... this is way more thrilling for sure. Personal Ship: KST-100, currently impounded.

[DraconigenaArma]

 

Character Name: Bry Vale
Species: Human
Career: Hired Gun | Bounty Hunter
Specialization(s): (Demolitionist / Mercenary Soldier) | (Survivalist)
Motivation: Relationship (Sibling)
Morality: No force rating, I think
Obligation: Dutybound (bumped up for the extra +10 xp)
Duty: The ROCI

 

Bry Vale is a tall man, 2 m even, with an athletic build and decent posture. His brown hair is kept in a short military cut and he keeps his face clean shaven. His left cheek is pitted with some small stippling scars. He has a variety of other burn scars on his body, one on his neck, lots of burn across his right rib cage, and he's missing the tip of his left pinky finger. When it is appropriate he wears the double breasted blue uniform of the Judicials, though he tends to let the top button go so the front placket folds over in a roguish form of petty protest. Whenever he can, though, he dresses in more civilian inspired attire. He has a tendency towards pants with scarlet and red piping and waist length jackets (only coincidentally does he prefer the double breasted front style) in dark greens and browns. When he wears shoes they are usually hiking style shoes or military low boots with his pants bloused over them, or he wears knee high boots with the pants tucked in. He has a Corps of Engineers tattoo on his left arm.

 

Bry was born of modest means on Ondoron to a middle-class working family. His father worked as a mechanic at a logging camp and his mother worked part-time doing data entry and medical billing over the holonet so she could help raise the family. The eldest of four, Bry took the big brother role seriously, especially in regards to his youngest sister Teckla. Twelve years his junior, she was born with a mild auto-immune disorder which caused her a slew of troubles. Between juggling her job and the two middle siblings, Bry spent his adolescence balanced school, working with his father, and taking on the majority of the raising of Teckla. A robust, adventurous young man Bry never considered the hectic and busy life a burden. However, as he came of age, money was not something the Vales were rolling in and he joined the planetary defense force to pay for college. He was awarded his elected college, which meant he was stationed close to home and continued to be an active part of his family’s life through college, and through OCS. Before they left Ondoron, Teckla spent more time at his house than she did at their parents, and Bry was her father as much as her brother.
Professionally Bry found his calling in the Engineering Corps. It wasn’t the building of buildings or erecting of fortifications that excited him, it was the explosions. Something was invigorating, simplistic, and effective in the mentality of finding the enemy’s most well-fortified position, blasting it open, breaching the DIY front door, and having a plasma slinging party inside. A natural daring, supported by technical acumen and a respectable personality, made for a devastating combination. By his late twenties he was a rising star Captain and with little personal encumbrances was able to effectively subsidize the raising of his family’s status of living, especially as his father was getting older and his younger brother was out of the house with his own family.
In a stroke of tragic irony for a demolition officer, an explosion killed most of his family. His father was tinkering on a personal project in the attached garage and a fuel containment failure caused the engine he was working on to explode, exacerbated by the volatile materials in a backyard machine shop which lacks all the controls and protocols of a professional shop. The ensuing blast and fire tore through the house, claiming not just his father but his mother and his second youngest brother. Teckla, fifteen at the time, was spared only because she was at Bry’s house. Six months later, in an effort to help take their minds off the tragedy, Bry took Teckla on a space cruise. Though her condition was fairly well managed, it left her unusually susceptible to malady and she contracted bloodburn on the cruise. The combination of both conditions was too much for the medical system on Ondoron, and she was transported to a hospital on Coruscant. The treatment is prohibitively expensive, and she’ll need regular treatment for the rest of her life.
Of course, the military healthcare on Ondoron balks at covering off-world, much less a dubiously dependent sibling. After much digging for an answer, Bry worked out a deal with the ROCI (Republic Office of Criminal Investigations,) resigned his Ondoron commission, and accepted a position as a Lieutenant Judicial. It was, in a way, an act of desperation as the terms were not necessarily in his favor. His sister’s medical care would be covered under his commission for life, but his contract with the Galactic Republic is indefinite. The work is likewise something he never expected to do in his life, and he’s a reluctant investigator. There is a stark difference between maintaining discipline among volunteer soldiers and enforcing laws on unwilling citizens.
Worse, investigating political corruption and governmental abuse in local planets and systems has jaded Bry. In just a year he has developed a healthy skepticism of the galaxy and disdain for his job: doubly so knowing he has no avenue to escape it or risk his sister’s life (which he regards as more important than his own.) Though still an able and personable man, his temperament is not suited to being a bridge officer. This, compounded by a sullen reluctance, has caused him to be increasingly assigned individual assignments, especially thankless or dangerous ones. Somewhere up in the highest levels of the Judicial Forces someone in a key position knows full well the republic has Bry by the short hairs and leverages it whenever needed. Such as when he's been home for less than 48 hours visiting Teckla and they already have more work for him to do...

 

Disclaimer, this is the first time I've used this system and I used OggDude's software to fumble through it. If something is grossly incorrect I'm certain it's the program's fault, and I'm likely completely unaware somethings amiss.

120 starting xp (110 human, extra for duty.) Starting with all 2s, raising brawn, agility, intellect, and presence to 3.

Hired Gun: Demolitionist
Selective Detonation	5 xp
Steady Nerves	5 xp
Grit	10 xp
Powerful Blast	10 xp
Steady Nerves	15 xp
Grit again	20 xp
Master Grenadier	25 xp
Dedication [Intellect]	25 xp
Hired Gun: Mercenary Soldier	? XP
Command	5 xp
Point Blank	5 xp
Strong Arm	10 xp
Bounty Hunter: Survivalist	? XP
Forager	5 xp
Outdoorsman	10 xp
Toughened	15 xp
Discipline 2 ranks	15 xp
Education 1 rank	10 xp
Leadership 1 rank	5 xp
Mechanics 3 ranks	30 xp
Melee 2 ranks	15 xp
Perception 1 rank	5 xp
Piloting - Space 1 rank	5 xp
Ranged - Heavy 2 ranks	15 xp
Ranged - Light 1 rank	5 xp
Survival 1 rank	5 xp

 

Especially when coming into a new game, I like to give some consideration to how my character can contribute to the team and what the game will benefit from based on how I've written them and what stats I have chosen. In regards to Bry, I have a long history of SAGA games, and I thoroughly enjoyed the force mechanics of that system, but I didn't start with the force in the same way I wouldn't start a pathfinder character on an arcanist. It is kind of a treat to gravitate "back to basics" with a character concept intended to be simple, versatile, and efficient. In what little I know of the system so far I have attempted to create a mechanically competent character, well rounded not around the 'jack of all trades' concept, but around what I perceive a utilitarian soldier with a specialty in explosions would offer.
My design intention follows the intention of being serviceable at some very general purpose things which every galaxy trotting space-opera character can expect to encounter, such as being able to at least point a spaceship in a straight line or spot a neon sign on a cloudy day. I also thought it important to incorporate little things which come in handy in a pinch because almost no one is or usually needs to be good at them such as having enough natural science knowledge to justify a bachelor's equivalent degree and have the type of woodcraft you'd expect from a soldier without forcing the campaign to spend all its time in the woods to justify my choices. Then, as a "martial" character I tried to make him at least capable of holding his own and contributing with some measure of benefit in a fight, be it by fist or knife or blaster. On the specialist end I tried to only lean in heavily to the demolitions and the "gravitas" angles, making sure he can blow anything up better than most people and be a formidable presence in dire straights or during an interrogation - ie the investigator role.
Character wise I want to give the story a character with realistic conflict and motivations without rehashing old tropes. He has internal struggles, story elements which vie for his attention and resources outside of just adventuring, and conflicts of interest between his assigned duty and personal opinions on the matter. He has to wrestle with an internally generated drive toward excellence and an uninterest in being good at what he has to do now. As a character who likes a bit of risk he is also intended to be a motivator of action, a reformed hot-head so to speak which would rather just go kick in the door than waffle about too much; tempered with enough education and experience to know planning is important as well. I definitely see some valuable roleplaying opportunities as Prok and Bry are both interested in the same outcome (a job well done) but will certainly differ at times on whether or not the means are justifiable towards those ends - especially if Bry's interest in breaking a few rules as needed come under the scrutiny of Prok's firm view of the rule of the letter of the law. In contrast, I can see Miona's free spirit and daredevilry bringing out the most reckless in Bry, and the two of them feeding off each other's "bad" ideas and being an unstoppable force of good intentions. Also I've always really enjoyed playing with and for Drachenspirit.

 

Item	Cost	Unit	Total
Blaster Pistol	400 Cr	1	400 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 1 - Custom Grip (-1 setback dice)	500 Cr	1	500 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 2 - Amplifying Chamber (+4 blast)	350 Cr	1	350 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 3 - Optimized energy cell	100 Cr	1	100 Cr
Blaster Rifle	400 Cr	1	400 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 1 - Custom Grip (-1 setback dice)	500 Cr	1	500 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 2 - Lightweight Frame (-1 encumbrance)	650 Cr	1	650 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 3 - Forearm Grip (-1 setback when engaged)	250 Cr	1	250 Cr
Weapon Hardpoint 4 - Amplifying Chamber (+4 blast)	350 Cr	1	350 Cr
Canteen	7 Cr	1	7 Cr
Comm Link (long range)	200 Cr	1	200 Cr
Detonite Charge	50 Cr	3	150 Cr
Frag Grenade	50 Cr	1	50 Cr
Load Bearing Gear	100 Cr	1	100 Cr
Protector 1 Combat Armor	5,500 Cr	1	5,500 Cr
Armor Hardpoint 1 - Superior Armor Customization	5,000 Cr	1	5,000 Cr
Armor Hardpoint 2 - Squad Tactical System	2,000 Cr	1	2,000 Cr
Armor Hardpoint 3 - In helmet scanner	750 Cr	1	750 Cr
Military Pack (enc. +6)	60 Cr	1	60 Cr
Second Skin Armor	2,000 Cr	1	2,000 Cr
Utility Belt (enc. -1)	25 Cr	1	25 Cr
Stim Pack	25 Cr	2	50 Cr
Thermal Cloak	200 Cr	1	200 Cr
Vibroknife	250 Cr	1	250 Cr
		Total	19,842 Cr

Link to character sheet

[Hiruma Kohaku]

Harvester Character Name: Harvester Species: Gank Career: Technician Specialization(s): Cyber Tech/Doctor Motivation: Service- Harvester, as with most of his species, are in service to the Hutts specifically Jabba the Hutt. Obligation: Debt- Harvester has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with cybernetics whether it’s modifying his own body, those of his species, and taking them from the unconscious bodies of his “donors”. Jabba fed this obsession putting the Gank further into his debt. Now it’s time to pay the piper…um uh Hutt. Description: Harvester has gone with a black and yellow color scheme for his armor and cybernetic enhancements. It is extremely hard to tell the difference between what is machine and what is flesh. His movements are always with purpose, and his gaze constantly shifts around as if he is looking for someone or something. When the gaze locks onto its target, one can only hope it’s not them. Background:Harvester grew up under typical Gank society under Hutt rule on Nal Hutta. His first enhancement was a Multi Tool hand that allowed him to make repairs on his peers as well as start his path to his perception of cyber singularity. One very apparent difference between him and his peers was his ability of self control. Where others would respond to aggression or violence in kind, he would remove himself from the situation and lie in wait until the perpetrator was asleep to exact his revenge. Jabba took notice of this as well as his skill to extract vital organs and remove cybernetic enhancements from individuals that had failed in their duties or debts to the Hutts. There were times for an axe and there were times when a scalpel was more appropriate. The Gank doctor was given his own setup for enhancing Jabba’s soldiers as well as organlegging. Despite the work he did, Harvester was never intentionally cruel and always made sure his patients were put under or dead before operation. He also did not go out of his way to harm others without a contract or provocation even going so far as to learn the pressure points of various species and using shock gloves to incapacitate rather than kill. Somebody had to do the dirty work, and he was really good at it. The years went on and Jabba funded his self improvement projects. The debt started to pile up as Jabba intended until the perfect job was lined up for Harvester. There was an individual on Coruscant (TBD by GM) that had a Swift 78B Vessel Courier System as well as a Cortex Bomb implanted in their brain. The courier system had large amounts of personal data on many of the major players in the Coruscant Underworld. The catch is that any attempt to access the data, remove the implant, or death of the host would trigger the cortex bomb killing the host and destroying all the paydata. The only way to retrieve the data was to remove the cortex bomb first then the data implant without killing the host. A tall order but Jabba had faith in Harvester…and the micro explosives in Harvester’s implants should he fail. The reward would be removal of all of his debt as well as getting to keep the Courier System and cortex bomb once the data was transferred over. How could he refuse?   110xp for race +10xp for Obligation all spent on characteristics, 400 additional xp spent on skills and talents Characteristics: 120xp Brawn 3 (30) Agility 3 (30) Intellect 3 (30) Cunning 3 (30) Willpower 2 Presence 1 Skills: 100 xp *Astrogation *Computers 2 (10) *Coordination 2 (10) *Discipline *Knowledge (Outer Rim) *Mechanics 3 (15) *Perception 1 *Piloting (Planetary) *Athletics *Medicine 3 (25) *Vigilance 1 (Free from race) *Cool *Knowledge (Education) *Resilience Brawl 1 (10) Ranged (Heavy) 1 (10) Ranged (Light) 1 (10) Skullduggery 1 (10) Talents: Cyber Tech- 150 xp Tier 1 (Cyberneticist, More Machine Than Man, Engineered Redundancies, Toughened) (20) Tier 2 (Cyberneticist, Eye For Detail) (20) Tier 3 (Overcharge) (15) Tier 4 (Improved Overcharge) (20) Tier 5 (More Machine Than Man, Durable, Supreme Overcharge) (75) Doctor- 150xp Tier 1 (Surgeon, Grit, Resolve) (15) Tier 2 (Stim Application, Surgeon, Resolve) (30) Tier 3 (Surgeon, Pressure Point) (30) Tier 4 (Improved Stim Application) (20) Tier 5 (Supreme Stim Application) (25) Link to character sheet: https://swsheets.com/c/sxmhaymyw-harvester

[PalladiaMors]

 

Toughest Computer Nerd in the Galaxy Name: Vaska Kyarchek Species: Shistavanen Career: Technician Specialization: Slicer (Marauder) Niche: The brains with excellent computer and technical skills. Who can maul bad guys on the side. Starting Credits: 40,000 Motivation: Ambition - Identify and resolve the threat to Uvena quickly and efficiently. Cause - As long as she's among outsiders, make sure they know what the shistavanen are capable of. Obligation: Duty to the shistavanen security council, and by extension, Uvena and the shistavanen who live there. Bounty from a crime lord looking for revenge after Vaska not only thwarted his operations, but rubbed his face in it.   Vaska cuts an imposing figure, standing at nearly two meters tall (6'4") with an athletic build and the standard shistavanen features, including a wolf-like appearance, a body covered with brown fur in various shades, long ears, and sharp claws. A shaggy mane of dark brown hair frames her lupine face and her yellow eyes seem to be the focal point of a perpetual scowl. Vaska speaks with a voice that is almost as much a growl as speech, but tends not to waste words. Her typical attire consists of durable but fairly ordinary clothes, open-toed boots that make room for her claws, and the armored jacket of the Uvena Security Council. The jacket clearly marks her as a member of Uvena Prime's military/police force, but very few sentients are familiar enough with the shistavanen to know of any such significance.   Vaska is the middle of three children as part of a large extended family from one of the larger cities on Uvena Prime. Her family is fairly wealthy, with both strong mercantile ties and a long history of military and lawkeeping services. While her older brother followed the family's mercantile interests, Vaska followed her family's military traditions in order to keep up her family's honored heritage. Shistavanen have a long history and tradition of honoring the hunt, of focusing on and seeking prey. However, her approach would be a bit different than normal for her people. Vaska had the benefit of growing up in a state of relative affluence, and her mother was an avid proponent of investing in the newest and latest technology. Vaska was given a number of such devices, many of which were either demonstrations or prototypes from those her mother was doing business with, and took to them easily. From an early age she was adept with mechanics and the inner workings of the computer systems that operated them. In studying such things she came to know much of the data networks of the time, and came to the realization that many less than reputable forces were making use of them also. The thought occurred to her - the shistavanen traditions of the hunt shouldn't apply just to the physical world, but to the world of data as well. Hunting criminals or threats to the shistavanen people through tracking their data or stalking them on various networks wasn't all that different than tracking or stalking them through a forest, just using the mind more than the body in an unusual environment. It was also an area that the Uvena Security Council had actually done very little with. Vaska was enrolled in one of Uvena Prime's military academies, and despite her focus on technology, she performed admirably in the physical aspects as well. She may have chosen to specialize in a different kind of hunt, but hadn't forsaken the traditional either. In time she came to serve with the Uvena Security Council, largely using her skills to identify and thwart intruders in the Uvena system by tracking, breaking, and manipulating their transmissions and computer use. It was a different way of carrying out the traditional shistavanen hunts, but still a valuable one. At one point she was able to thwart an illegal operation headed up by a crime lord known as Tuvis Dahl that smuggled rare and valuable resources off of Uvena Prime. Her efforts exposed his operation which led to the security forces running him and his operation out of the sector. Dahl held enough bad blood towards her as it was, but just to be thorough the shistavanen also sold the information she had gathered to officials in Eriadu that led to the dismantling of Dahl's cartel there as well. Recently shistavanen intelligence has come into the possession of information that could indicate a threat not only to Uneva Prime, but to the galaxy at large. All information they have points to Coruscant, and given how technologically-advanced Coruscant is and how much data flows through the planet, dispatched Vaska to look into it and determine what that threat is. And if necessary, shut it down. Though reluctant to go off-world, orders are orders, and Vaska has arrived on the strange world in order to track down what she can.

[Earth Traveler]

 

Jospa Laikin Name: Jospa Laikin Species: Human Career: Technician Specializations: Slicer/Mechanic Motivation: Justice Morality: N/A Obligation: Criminal/Bounty (see backstory for details) Duty: N/A   110 Starting XP: Intellect 2-> 3: -30 XP Intellect 3-> 4: -40 XP Cunning 2-> 3: -30 XP 10 Starting XP + 400 XP 410 XP: Specializations: Slicer: 1 Free Specialization Mechanic: -20 XP (taking a specialization in the same career) Skills: Career Skills: Computers 0->1: Free Rank from Technician Skill (1/4 free Technician ranks) Computers 1->2: -10 XP Astrologation 0->1: Free Rank from Technician Skill (2/4 free Technician ranks) Astrologation 1->2: -10 XP Stealth 0->1: Free Rank from Slicer Skill (1/2 free Slicer ranks) Stealth 1->2: -10 XP Mechanics 0->1: Free Rank from Technician Skill (3/4 free Technician ranks) Knowledge (Outer Rim) 0->1: Free Rank from Technician Skill (4/4 free Technician ranks) Knowledge (Underworld) 0->1: Free Rank from Slicer Skill (2/2 free Slicer Ranks) Knowledge (Underworld) 1->2: -10 XP Knowledge (Education) 0->1: Free Rank from Mechanic Skill (1/2 free Mechanic Ranks) Knowledge (Education) 1->2: -10 XP Perception 0->1: -5 XP Perception 1->2: -10 XP Piloting (Planetary) 0->1: -5 XP Piloting (Space) 0->1: -5 XP Skulduggery 0->1: Free Rank from Mechanic Skill (2/2 free Mechanic Ranks) Skulduggery 1->2: -10 XP Coordination 0->1: -5 XP Discipline 0->1: -5 XP Non-career Skills Streetwise 0->1: Free Rank 1 from being a human Ranged (Light) 0->1: Free Rank 1 from being a human Deception 0->1: -10 XP Deception 1->2: -15 XP Knowledge (Core Worlds) 0->1: -10 XP Knowledge (Lore) 0->1: -10 XP Cool 0->1: -10 XP Vigilance 0->1: -10 XP ----------------------------- Talents: Slicer: Grit Rank 1: -5 XP Technical Aptitude Rank 1: -5 XP Bypass Security Rank 1: -5 XP Codebreaker Rank 1: -5 XP Defensive Slicing Rank 1: -10 XP Natural Programming: -15 XP Technical Aptitude Rank 2: -10 XP Grit Rank 2: -10 XP Bypass Security Rank 2: -10 XP Bypass Security Rank 3: -15 XP Defensive Slicing Rank 2: -15 XP Codebreaker Rank 2: -20 XP Grit Rank 3: -15 XP Resolve: -20 XP ------------------------------- Mechanic: Gearhead Rank 1: -5 XP Redundant Systems: -10 XP Toughened Rank 1: -5 XP Fine Tuning Rank 1: -5 XP Solid Repairs Rank "2": -10 XP Gearhead Rank 2: -10 XP Enduring: -15 XP Description: Jospa is a 27-year-old human woman standing roughly 1.7 meters tall, with light brown skin, dark brown hair and blue eyes with a skinny, but not athletic, build. Backstory:   Growing up as the daughter of a Senator of Hosnian Prime, Jospa wanted for very little growing up. It quickly became clear early on that she possessed a sharp intellect, especially when it came to machines, which led to her receiving a top-flight education at the best school her parents could afford. Her mother was a beautiful celebrity, her father was off on Coruscant fighting for the well-being of the common citizen, equal rights to all, and an end to slavery and other activities of crime syndicates beyond the reach of the Republic. Everyone, including herself, expected that she would become a galaxy-class engineer, either working to monitor the Republic's computer networks or working on droids. Then one day, when she was 15, everything changed. For a prank, she sliced into one of her father's datapads, intending to leave a funny hologram behind, but she noticed that there were a large number of recordings with strange properties -- senders and recipients with obvious pseudonyms, lone meetings scheduled for well after any other call -- and her curiosity got the better of her. After a great deal of searching, she found enough circumstantial evidence to conclude only one thing: her father must be taking bribes from smugglers -- or worse -- at the Outer Rim to let them ship their illegal goods further into the galaxy, and he was doing at the behest of a major corporation. After she was able to fully process this information, she felt angry. He had been lying to her, and to everyone else, claiming he supported working for everyone's well-being but instead only toward his own, and at the expense of others. He couldn't even be arrested due to the nature of the evidence and how she got it, but she could still take whatever small revenge she could on him. Four years later, and after a great deal of research on the Outer Rim, right after her father left the planet for Coruscant, she stole as much money as she could from him, used it to buy her own spaceship and leave the planet herself, and left him a message telling him she knew what he was up to. Needless to say, this immediately put a bounty on her, from the Republic and Hosnian Prime authorities and from the criminal organization her father had been working with (turned out some of those credits were theirs). All that happened eight years ago, and Jospa has been working for rival organizations and businesses and dodging the authorities ever since, and always hoping to finally get the breakthrough needed for justice to be served. Wealth Roll: here (10000 credits) Character Sheet: here