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Old 12-03-2019, 12:30 AM
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Old 12-03-2019, 02:22 AM
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Old 12-03-2019, 07:13 AM
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Okay, I think I'm done with my sheet and app. Please give me some feedback and tell me if I've forgot any details to add.
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Old 12-03-2019, 09:03 PM
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ApplicationName: Ilar’kairn, “Lark”
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Age: 30
Race: Twi’lek
Class: Guardian
Alignment: Balanced Light
Appearance: Tall, even for a Twi’lek, Lark stands at almost 7 feet with a muscular, wide girth. That combined with his crimson skin and long black striped lekku lends to a slightly demoniacal figure. However, behind the intimidation factor, Lark has kind blue eyes and an honest smile (with normal teeth that are not sharpened, thank you very much). Lark dresses simple rough spun garments and a small assortment of mismatched armor pieces. He also wears many piercings in his nose and ears. Though he’s mostly lost his accent from years off-planet, Lark occasionally slips into it.
Personality: Friendly and kind-hearted, Lark acts in an almost motherly fashion towards those he is close to. He may not be a true Jedi, but he keeps faith in the force and uses that to guide his compassion and easy-going nature. But never mistake that gentility for weakness, Lark may not seek out a fight but he will not back down if challenged, especially if the adversary is the root of a personal slight. Lark is also driven, to an excessive degree. He may become single-minded in his goals, especially in the injustices committed towards his own race, of which he is a strong advocate against.
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Brief Background: Born in a tiny village on Ryloth, Ilar’kairn grew up in a relatively quiet environment with a mother, father, and younger sister, surrounded by a town full of supportive and kind people. No one there had an impressive supply of credits, but they helped each other to support the village as a whole. Ilar’kairn loved his family and his people but from the moment he could, he found himself exploring beyond his village as if a voice was calling him. Then one day, he found it, an ancient temple, hidden and abandoned, built into a cave in a canyon. IIlar’kairn felt an immediate connection deep in his soul, this temple was alive. And it was waiting for him to enter. Inside, Ilar’kairn found dust-covered books and holocrons, and an insignia: wings and centered in them a sword, with a burst of light shining from it. Ilar’kairn set to work, studying the journals and holocrons, piecing together ancient teachings. He let the force guide his training even, after much time, in the creation and use of a lightsword. And everything he learned, Ilar’kairn shared with his sister, his sole confidant, who was always delighted to see her big brother make their dinner dance when their parents’ backs were turned. He even taught her pieces of what he learned, which she took to easily.
However, as the boy grew to a young man, he came to understand that under the empire, this kind of power could put him and the ones he loved in jeopardy, so once he was old enough, Ilar’kairn hugged his sister and his parents goodbye and left to work on a cargo ship. There he got to travel far and wide across the outer rim of the galaxy, and earned the nickname “Lark” from a crew member who believed three syllables in a name was two too many. Though he kept his teachings a secret from all on the ship, he still carried his saber and a few choice books to continue his studies. Recently, he left the service of the ship and has landed on Nar Shaddaa, searching for the next chapter in his journey.
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Have you played/read Waterdeep: Dragon Heist before? Nope, I only know about the basic premise.

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Hey, when's the new deadline, maybe I missed it, I'm just wondering how much time there is to make an app?

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Hey, when's the new deadline, maybe I missed it, I'm just wondering how much time there is to make an app?
Nothing specific as of yet. This is a re-opened game. Hopefully just a couple weeks though.
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Old 12-04-2019, 03:32 PM
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Okay, I'll get to work. I'm thinking Sith Pureblood Sentinel, but I don't know how that fits into the campaign, if it doesn't, the I can change the race.

Here she is.

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Name: Jen'Saraai (Nun)
Age: 27
Race: Sith Pureblood
Class: Sentinel - Path of Aggression
Alignment: Chaotic Balanced - she has no need for light or dark, only the force.

Personality: Jen'Saraai is a pretty solitary person usually. It's not that she hates being around other people, it's just she rarely finds a need to be. She enjoys crowds, sure, but for the purposes of not being noticed in them. She is very proud and slightly arrogant. She thinks only generally of survival and therefore makes few friends, only those who can assist her in her endeavors really. Yet, at the same time, there is a part of her that longs to belong somewhere and so it is this that pushes her to test the waters of friendship from time to time. She can be humorous in her own way, though it usually looks like sarcasm and teasing. She doesn't care for philosophers ironically as she has some pretty narrow views of things but likes to think that she has a pretty firm grip on how the galaxy works. She is however very respectful of those in higher position. She is almost never insubordinate, and often serves gladly those who are her superiors. She comes across as cold at times, perhaps even cruel, but it comes from a desire to survive rather than a malice or sadistic pleasure. She can be flirtatious, or charming, but this is more derived from her belief that "life gives you gifts likes looks, strength, or a silvered tongue, and if they can help you get what you need, then use them".

Appearance: Jen'Saraai is a paler tone of her more red cousins of the Sith, this might be in part of her absence from her home planet, and it could be a fading from harsh sun and acid geysers in the deserts of Florrum. She is smooth skinned for the most part, except that if you look closely you can see the scars along her jaw and hairline where her tradition Sith horns and bone spurs that ran along her hair line and jaw. She had them removed over the course of years during her time on Florrum to firstly soften her appearance, but to also remove from herself the memory of where she came from. One thing she was unable to remove however were her deep yellow eyes. That horrifying stare that can only come from a Sith Pureblood. She tries to soften it often by putting on makeup to distract from their piercing nature, but when she chooses to use them, they can unsettle even some of the bravest of heart. A couple less hidden scars mark her face, one of note across her right eye, which she received from fights and jobs along her travels to Nar-Shadaa. She is slender of frame and not overly tall (5'6), not particularly brawny, light (maybe 110), and has long dark brown hair with of course piercing yellow eyes.

Brief Background: To put things succinctly, Jen'Saraai is someone who never had a home. She was born to a family of Sith, she thinks, but was abandoned when she was very young on Florrum. She was only a small child at the time and was found by a group of Jawas. They asked her her name, she said Nun which is Sith for "me" and that is what she became known as, and to a small group of Jawas on Florrum, that is who she still is. She grew up fast, learned the language, learned to get her way with and without words, and learned how to survive. But it wasn't a home. The relationship was kind, but binary. Symbiotic, but purposeful. There was no particular love in her for the Jawas nor them for her. She soon left Florrum and travelled a long road to Nar Shadaa hiring herself as a bodyguard or Mercenary fighter to anyone who would give her lodging and transport. She learned to use what she had to get the job done, and that included the force. She doesn't see the force as Light or Dark or even as something sentient really. It's a tool, a tool to help you get things done, and it is binary. There are powers that help you in a situation and don't. No dark, no light.

Soon she came to Nar Shadaa where she settled for a time, indeed the longest time since Florrum. It was a place where she didn't have to work as hard to hide what she was. She could simply do her work and be done. Over the years she had ceased the name Nun and changed her name to Jen'Saraai meaning "hidden truth". There is only one truth in this universe. Survival. All else is an illusion.

RP Sample (Assuming this is the kind of thing you meant by a sample post): Jen walked into the small store front and walked up to the counter. There was Bantha hides and all other sorts of animal parts handing in the room. It stank of smelly, sweaty animals and meat left fsr too long in the Sun. It smelled like Florrum... Minus the acid of course. Along the walls hung other items and apparel, Bith clothing and Tusken rifles, all of which you would want if you wanted to blend in on a desert planet. What a waste of time. If you weren't Bith or Tursken, they knew it long before you would ever get close enough to try and fool them with your clothing.

She slapped a hand on the counter containing the picture of the boy she was looking for. She looked up at the shop keeper, bearing down with those deep yellow predatory eyes. "I'm looking for this boy, and guess what? You're gonna tell me, or it won't just be Bantha hides hanging on this wall."


Have you played/read Waterdeep: Dragon Heist before? Nope. You won't need to work to surprise me.

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Old 12-05-2019, 03:55 AM
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Name: Mrratos of Clan Rau
Age: Young Adult, 22
Race: Togorian [Mandalorian]
Class: Fighter (Tactical Specialist)
Alignment: Balanced
Background: Mandalorian
Traits: Follows the Resol'nare to the letter, Keeps a small Trophy
Ideal: Aspiration; I'll succeed in my goals, it just takes time and effort.
Bond: I must keep the Traditions of my Ancestors alive.
Flaw: I value a victory regardless of the ethics behind the victory.

Resol'nare: The Six Actions
* Wearing armor
* Speaking the Mandalorian language
* Defending oneself along with one's family
* Contributing to the welfare of your clan,
* Rallying to the Mand'alor when summoned
* Raising one's children in the Mandalorian ways

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A wanderer by nature, and a Mandalorian by tradition, Mrratos has seen truly that the Strong prey on the weak. Only through strength, as a Warrior and a Person, can a being defend their lives and choices. For Mrratos this means overcoming his base nature; the violence and aggressiveness that makes Togorian's shunned by other denizens of the galaxy. Only the Mandalorian's accepted his people, and through the Supercommando Codex did many of his people find their way forward. It is these canons of Honor, and the Resol'nare, that guide his day to day actions.

Like many Togorian, Mando'ade or not, Mrratos likes to fight and enjoys a challenge. He prefers the company of other Mando's, but a job's a job and you need work to earn credits. He respects those who fight back, even when they know they've lost, because memory lasts and it's better to go down fighting. Maybe take them with you. He has no love for the empire, but no interest in the Rebel's fight either unless there is coin involved. He loves new toys and is always looking for new weapons, armor or gadgets to work into his kit.

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Standing just under 7 feet tall, Mrratos is the equivalent of a dwarf for his species. Short for his kind he might be, but he is stockly built with fast-twitch muscle that provides him with ample explosive power and quick-reactions. His short, sleek coat of fur is a brindle mix of mostly tawny with black stripes and accents. He keeps his mane short and swept back out his sight, but allowed something like what Human's call mutton-chops to grow out. His feline, predator's eyes gleam out from under a heavy brow and his muzzle is wide but short, brutally compact.

Like many Togorian, Mrratos prefers not to wear foot-wear, especially when outside urban environments. Acknowledging this is not always practical, he does wear a set of light mando-style combat boots made to fit a Togorian. He wears a set of light combat armor over top a worn-out, grayish jumpsuit that has seen better days. The armor is Mando style, but he can't afford the real thing, yet. His armor is dark-gray with black stylized stripes to break the contours, consisting of a light breastplate and a set of greaves and bracers. A long, slender vibroblade with a blackened half-basket hilt is secured to his belt at the waist and a dark-brown pack hangs from his shoulders. A BlasTech A300 rifle hangs suspended by a sling in front of his chest, ready to be deployed as needed.

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Mrratos early life was centered on the moon Concordia with occasional trips to Mandalore for instruction. His small tribe had long been sworn to Clan Rau and House Vizsla, even through the civil war and on. While the males would seek fortune and glory, the females settled among the forests that reminded them of Togoria and raised their kits in both the Mandalorian and Togorian ways. The verdant forests and mountains were excellent for training in survival and stealth, and trips to Mandalore allowed them to run free across the plains there. Mrratos completed his Verd'goten in the mountains of Concordia, with his mother Elotis looking on in approval. Not long after did he leave with his father Torran to gain experience, earn a name for himself and find work.

He spent much of his young Adult life alongside his father, doing mercenary and security work as found. They would send a portion of their profits home to Elotis to contribute to the tribe, so they were never flush with credit and always looking for the next job. That said they did well enough, and for Mrratos it was the experience and challenges that truly mattered. From time to time they would work larger jobs with other Mando's, and on one prominent occasion a call by the Rau clan head. During this period they largely avoided Mandalore and Concordia, as the Empire had a stranglehold on the system; forced work camps, strip-mining for Beskar and rampant corruption had become the norm. His own tribe and Elotis had moved deeper into the mountains of Concordia and avoided Imperial attention, for the most part. It was a hard time for many Mandalorian's, and especially the non-human residents as the Empire continued its Human-centric policies.

An escort job for a small-time broker had recently brought Mrratos and his father to Hutt space, and that meant Nar Shadaa. His father had been to the city-planet a few times, and had little good to say about it, but this was Mrratos first time. It was as opposite Concordia and Togoria as it was possible to find, in his opinion. The stink and noise, and shabby state of just about everything, did not impress him. He could practically feel the tension in the air itself however, and it put his hackles up just watching the multitude of different beings go about their business. Or maybe he was just nervous, given Nar Shadaa's reputation. Or, that his father was late to return from the meeting he'd set up concerning some work. For the first time he can remember, he was alone in a way he'd never felt before. This could simply be another test by his father, to see how he would react and what he would do without a guide. Could also be that his father had run into trouble and was laying low. Or something worse. Mrratos knew that he'd have to do something soon. Better to make a decision and see it through, than to remain indecisive and so take no action. Prey froze when predators hunted.

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Another night on Nar Shadaa, and another empty lead. Soon, it'd be his credit-chip though would be empty as well, if he didn't find either work or his Father. It had been almost a week since Torran had left Mrratos in some dive-bar while he went to confirm some work for them both. Mrratos had spent his days looking for his father, and the nights at 'The Slag Pit' in case Torran returned there looking for him. So far, all he'd found was a lighter pouch and a bad mood. Soon, he'd have to take a job and earn some more credits, and at that point he might have to write his father off.

The young Togorian almost stomped his way into the Slag Pit, barely waiting for the entrance door to open enough for him to squeeze through. He pushed his way past the usuals, his mood worsening at realizing he was beginning to recognize a few by sight. He gave a short wave to the human barmaid as he passed, grumbling out "A ne'tra gal, Bonnie." and made for an empty alcove near the middle of the bar. He could see the Besalisk owner just behind the bar, cursing and waving his arms around while smoke from his stogie curled past his head. Mrratos practically throws his bulk into the booth, causing it to protest at the sudden weight. He slumps, hunched over the table and his thick arms resting there, brooding while he waits for the ale he'd ordered. Brooding he might be, but that doesn't stop his eyes from watching who comes and goes, or passes his table. Nor does it stop him from palming the small hold-out blaster from its holster and hiding it between his forearm and the table. Just in case.

As the barmaid approaches he eyes her hopefully, but she just nods negatively. Frowning he asks "No word then? Thanks anyways, Bonnie." as he pays for his drink, adding a bit extra to the tip since she'd been keeping an eye out for Torran for him. He just shakes his head no when she asks if he wants anything else, and goes back to thinking about what comes next. His father had his commlink address, and given it to Bonnie as well in case she heard anything. Time was coming he'd need to take work and earn some more credits, though. That might mean leaving Nar Shadaa, and that might mean giving up on Torran for the moment. Best case, this was another test for him, and Torran would find him along the way. Mrratos didn't want to think of the worst, but it was just as likely his father was dead. If that was the case, he swore to himself, eventually he'd find those responsible and remind them why you never crossed a Mandalorian. For the here and now though, he had to take care of himself.

Have you played/read Waterdeep: Dragon Heist before? I have not.

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Old 12-08-2019, 11:39 AM
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I will post my application shortly. Going for a Mandalorian Engineer Armortech with an assault cannon and damage focused tech powers like Target Lock and Combustive Shot. I know that you already have an engineer, but this one is damage focused. Does the engineer in your game use a tracking droid?
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My application is complete, if you'd like to review it Quick Ben. Suggestions and/or criticisms are welcome.
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Okay, I think I'm done with my sheet and app. Please give me some feedback and tell me if I've forgot any details to add.
In case you missed it, I'm done with my character app.
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I'm leaning towards a week from today (so 12/16) to close up the applications and keep the existing game moving, understanding that the holiday break can make for erratic posting.
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