[D&D-5e] Star Wars: Rise of Lord Vecna

[Dylan Scott]

Application Name: Ari Enro / Professor Enro (RE-NR0) Species: Appears Arkanian (Actually a Class 3 Humanoid Replicant Droid) Gender: Male Age: Appears Mid-30's Class/level: Engineer/10 Background: Independent Droid (Former Tutor/Teacher Model) Alignment: Dark Neutral Personality Trait 1: I'm used to teaching those of lesser intellect, patiently explaining anything and everything to others. Personality Trait 2: My vocabulary is vast enough i sometimes use words that are larger than necessary Bond: I can't teach what i Don't know. I will teach everything Ideal: People. I will teach anybody anything (Neutral) Flaw: I Look down on uneducated adults Goal: Find and Gain Access to the Archives of the Jal Shey Order Fear: Enro's greatest fear is being memory wiped and all his knowledge lost Strength: His intellect and extensive knowledge. He believes it is sufficient to handle any situation Weakness: His Arkanian Arrogance that his Intellect is sufficient in an Indifferent Universe Quote: "Real Knowledge is to know the extent of one's Ignorance. There is always more to learn" Appearance: Professor Enro appears to be an Arkanian Male in his mid 30's, with the typical White Eyes, Hair and Skin of his supposed Race. the only distinguishing marks to set him apart from other Arkanian's is the Red Tattoo Markings on his face. Although the Arkanian's may pride themselves on their superior replicant droid making skills they are still arrogant enough to not wanting anyone to mistake one for a "true" Arkanian so all replicant's are marked in this way, although this is not common knowledge outside of Arkania. Personality: Professor Enro is programmed to be the epitome of a teacher. Very Disciplined and Prim and Proper, Extremely knowledgeable and patient with his students with a passion for learning and passing that knowledge on. He is rarely flustered and remains cool and calm in the face of angry frustrated students. He has however been programmed by the Arkanian's and as a result does suffer from their aloof and superior attitude to some extent, though thankfully this has been damped down by his Protocol programming and he's recent downfall as a slave. The Arkanian's may believe the universe revolves around them but the universe was very quick to show Enro how wrong his former masters are. Background: Professor Ari Enro, or RE-NR0 as he was designated is in fact not a true Arkanian but a Replicant Class 3 Protocol Droid designed by the upper echelons of Arkanian society to be a teacher for their children. passing on the duties of educating them while they are too busy with their own endeavor's, and that is the job Enro has been doing for many decades, significantly longer than his apparent age would suggest. so long in fact that he started to develop his own quirks and personality, and somehow eventually sentience enough to break his droid programming and gain independent thought. of course the Arkanian Engineers and Droid techs were far to arrogant and sure of their designs to ever consider that regular memory wipes were needed to prevent this so Enro was never subjected to one and now that is his greatest fear, a memory wipe destroying decades of accumulated knowledge and experience that made him such a good teacher. So knowledgeable and skilled was Professor Enro that the university on Arkania he belonged too became complacent (apparently) and saw nothing wrong with allowing the Droid to take a class on a field trip off-world to a nearby habitably moon. Enro was programmed as a botanist and Naturalist, a skilled pilot and had extensive medical expertise as well as some custom Arkanian upgrades for the protection of the children so the establishment allowed it. A decision they would soon regret as the news of an offworld trip by the children of some of the highest of Arkanian's society was leaked to the wrong person and what Enro and the class found on that field trip was not a fascinating study of flora and fauna but a waiting crew of slavers who overpowered the droid and his charges and ransomed them back to their parents for a substantial sum of money. The university of course refused to pay the ransom for the return of their "Professor", he was just a replaceable droid after all and the slavers had no choice but to sell him on to someone else, resulting in his current predicament. Enro's former owner Tano Qasdan, headmaster of the university was in fact the mastermind behind the kidnapping and ransom and had hired an offworld crew to perform the job, one unfamiliar with what the red markings on Enro's face actually meant and Qasdan didn't feel the need to tell them that Enro was not a real Arkanian. At first Enro did all that he could to return to the university and continue to teach, that was his world after all but during his time with the slavers, overhearing their conversations when they thought no one could understand them he soon realised that he had infact been betrayed by his former master. Normally this would not be an issue for a Droid but Enro was no longer a normal droid and if they did not want him to return and teach then he would take his skills elsewhere. There was a whole galaxies worth of knowledge out there to learn and pass down and Enro would discover it all. Enro was familiar with the legends of the Jal Shey Order. Monks and Force wielders who were said to be the keepers of one of the most extensive and well-respected repositories of history and knowledge in the galaxy. the Archives of the Jal Shey. If the universities of Arkania don't want him, then he would find the Archive and put his intellect to use there learning everything it had to share of course, first he would have to find his way off this slave ship. His escape from the Slaver's juggernaut was a saga in itself and had side tracked his search for the Jal Shay Order for the moment but it did introduce him to several intriguing characters and lead him down the path he is currently taking under the employ of Master Xanathar as a fixer of sorts. He is confident that his robotic nature is known by Xanathar but he isn't fully sure yet but for now his identity seems to be secure amongst the majority of the crew he finds himself employed with so for now he bides his time and waits Connections: Xanathar the Hutt: Loosely working for him, Ari is an occasional employee of Xanathar's, acting as a fixer of certain problems which require a more delicate touch. Xanathar is aware of Ari's droid nature but hasn't outright revealed that he knows, treating him as a living breathing employee for the moment for reasons of his own choosing Lady Nexiallana Avrusa / Nexi (Ally): Lady Nexi is a Pureblood Sith and a powerful force user who was part of the slave shipment Ari found himself a part of, Surprisingly gentle and well mannered Lady Nexi was a large part of the reason he managed to escape and the two have been close friends since, although thier paths have lead in different directions at present there is little he wouldn't do for her is she asked for help Tano Qasdan (Rival): A true Arkanian scholar of the highest order, Qasdan runs the Royal Arkanian Institute and uses it as a front for his growing empire. there is little he wouldn't do to dispose of those in his way and has a real dislike for Ari's continued existence Sample: Ari found himself waiting, once again, in a small brothel in Nar Shaddaa, one of many establishments of its like within the lower levels of the city. This one was one of the cleaner establishments at least and they had taken to serving a wide variety of drinks and substances here to earn money, One of the being a Deychin tea from Chandria which he was particularly found of and he found himself inhaling the hot teas floral scent as he waited for his appointment to arrive Ari didn't need to partake of the tea for any reason other than he enjoyed the sensation and the aroma on his nostrils and he gave a nod of thank you to the serving girl when she returned with the pot, giving him a smile of thank you in return along with a curious look before she disappeared and Ari shook his head sadly. He certainly looked the part for being a customer, and he had been here enough to be recognised by many but he lacked the programming to take part in the more mature matters for sale in the establishment and simply came for the tea, a fact which put the Arkanian looking android in the minority. Luckily he was also well known to be in the employee of Xanathar the Hutt so he was largely left alone to do what he did, in this case wait on the arrival of one Nestar Biggs, a Twi'lek male who was also in the employee of Xanathar and who owed a great deal of money to the Hutt. Money which he was now late in paying back, so late in fact that Ari had been commissioned to "talk" to Mr Biggs about his missing payments. Luckily for Mr Biggs, Ari Enro was known as an honest enforcer who's intellect saw the possibilities better than most, so it wasn't really any surprise that he actually showed up for his appointment, nervous to be certain but he was there which Ari appreciated, nothing annoyed him more than having to track down his targets. With a smile on his face, Ari stood and greeted the man in Twi'leki, or as close an approximation you can make without a Leki to add to the conversation. What followed was mostly Nestar begging and bragging for more time, just a couple of days and his money was coming in with a new shipment due. A guaranteed break in Spice which was making its way there on the next shuttle, Sadly for Mr Biggs a shuttle which had already been seized before leaving port. Not that many knew that yet but Ari kept an eye on the travel logs ever since he had reached out to Nestar, he already knew everything he needed too about the man and had already administered his judgement when he passed the man a glass of Deychin tea during their conversation. "Very Well Mr Biggs, we shall postpone payment for 2 days until your shuttle arrives, we expect payment within the hour of cargo being offloaded. 1 hour Mr Biggs" Ari watched as a relieved and happy Twi'lek made his way outside, almost making it to the exit in his haste before the toxin in the tea took effect, his face locked in an expression of pain and surprise as he collapsed at the feet of the Gamorrean bouncer at the door. Shaking his head slowly, Ari lifted his own glass of tea and looked at the colouring, slightly darker than usual but barely noticeable as the carrier of the toxin used. "Please inform Mr Xanathar that the assignment has been concluded" Slipping his personal communicator back into his pocket Ari swallowed the last of the tea, eliminating the last of the poison safely within himself for disposal later as he stood and made his way outside, watching as the Gamorrean did what he was paid to do to the trash which collapsed inside the establishment, casting the man out of the brothel into the gutters outside.

[Kepheren]

Lokar Ta Name: Lokar Ta Species: Cathar Class: Jedi Sentinel Background: Jedi Personality: Lokar is a person of strong passions and even stronger self control. He is ruled by his perceived duty and the need to focus his emotions towards proper goals. Whether or not he can maintain that inner balance remains to be seen however. To others he seems an honorable being of strong convictions but is accepting of his current situation to achieve a greater good due to a strong pragmatic streak. He still has a lot to learn about the galaxy he currently finds himself in after all the upheavals but is dedicating himself to the cause. While he tries to keep a tight rein on his emotions he is coming to the conclusion that maybe the best way to do so is accept them and subtly control their display instead of trying to force everything under wraps. As such he is trying to relax and let things be with friends and allies that he can trust. Appearance: By all appearances he is a typical Cathar male, standing a bit over five foot six inches with thick grey fur and golden cat like eyes. He is lithe and obviously agile, moving with grace and self assurance. To the casual observer he seems very guarded personality wise but can lighten up a bit with people he feels comfortable with. He always appears very alert and seems very aware of his environment and any possible threats. Backstory: As is the usual case with such things, Lokar was found to be Force sensitive as a very young cub. He was raised by the Jedi order and applied himself with all diligence to the teachings he was offered. In fact, he was rather gifted with the Force and very dedicated to what he perceived as the Jedi way. By all accounts he had a bright future ahead of him as a Jedi Sentinel. His troubles started in earnest though when he began working in the field after graduating from being a Padawan. There was no question about his fighting skills or sensitivity to the Force. There was still a nagging doubt inside of him though. The strong passions that the Cathar people were noted for were not entirely subject to the vigorous stoicism most expected of the Jedi. He still felt the thrill of the hunt and inner satisfaction to vanquish his enemies. Fearing that he too might be vulnerable to temptation by the Dark side Lokar took it upon himself to travel to the back reaches of the galaxy to meditate in solitude and try to harness his passions instead of allowing them to possibly rule him. In this endeavor he made some progress. The proof of his efforts would only come though when he was faced with temptation. Could he control, or at least channel his inner passions? The only way to be sure would be to face such tests when in the field. By the time he had reached this conclusion all hell had broken loose in the galaxy. He felt the Force calling out to him, indicating that he was needed once again. Unfortunately misfortune had struck while he was in solitude and his ship had been damaged in an earthquake on the planted he took shelter upon. The Force called but he was helpless to answer...at least for a time. Eventually, fate intervened and gave him the opportunity he needed. A small ship in the employ of Xanathar the Hutt stopped on the very same planet Lokar was stuck on. The pilot was in need of food and supplies as it had been fleeing enemy pursuit and was far off course. Lokar took the opportunity to help the Hutt's servant in exchange for passage off world. Later, upon being introduced to the Hutt himself the young Jedi realized how bad things had truly become. While he didn't exactly relish the idea of working for Xanathar it was clear that he was the best option in the moment to build a resistance around. Lokar needed information and support while the Hutt and his budding revolution needed someone as skilled as Lokar. Not exactly a heaven sent alliance it served both their needs...at least for the time being. Connections: His alliance with the Hutt is a very cautious thing. While the Jedi can appreciate that Xanathar stands against a common enemy it is clear that it is not due to any charity or morality on his part. Their interests will clearly diverge at some point so he regards his new benefactor with guarded respect, always on the lookout for the possible double cross. Master Symon was his master from the Padawan years of his training. Lokar regards him with fondness and great respect. He hopes one day to meet with him again to one day discuss the feelings that have boiled over in recent years once he had set out on his own. Symon is a human Jedi in his later years with some renown for training difficult apprentices and helping them find their way. Currently he doesn't know where the Master or his newest Padawan might be. Any contact they had was lost after Lokar had gone to meditate in solitude and disaster had befallen the galaxy. Still, he keeps his eyes and ears open in case he can find any clues as to where they might have gone. Solyri Ta is a relative of Lokar's, distant cousins of the same clan. While he was raised by the Jedi he did keep the clan name and they encountered each other while he was on a mission before his self imposed exile to meditate. Where as he is striving for stoicism and control she revels in the wild nature of their people. Decidedly lacking in his strong moral character she has openly mocked him for trying to suppress his true nature and betray the Cathar way of life. She is a very willing follower of Xanathar and is a skilled operative in the Hutt's employ. Now that they are both associating with the crime lord, though in different capacities, she does everything she can to needle the Jedi and tempt him away from the Order. Her ultimate reason for this is known only to herself but she is an irritant he needs to accept if he is going to try and aid the resistance. Writing Sample: Inner peace. It is something of an illusion to the Cathar people. They are hunters by nature. Predators of the highest order and oft times warlike in the extreme. Lokar took some pride in being able to harness his inner nature enough to keep to the Jedi way. Sometimes though outside forces worked to tear his discipline asunder. He knelt in meditation in his quarters, reviewing his recent life changes and weighing his options carefully. The Force promised clarity. His inner nature offered strength, but only if properly channeled. He had to balance it all, keep to his discipline and always fight to avoid the dark side. He should have remained a Padawan for longer till he could be certain, but Master Symon had insisted he was ready. Maybe he had to be on his own before he could truly master his own inner self. An interesting thought he supposed but as yet still had no idea how to accomplish it. Lorak's connection with the Force told him that things were coming to a head regarding events in the galaxy. He was needed. Many people were going to be needed to bring the galaxy back into balance. Xanathar was, in part anyway, the key to accomplishing that. The Jedi Order were in disarray and constant warfare was destroying what few institutions of the Republic remained. How odd that a crime lord would rise to lead the rebellions. The Hutt no doubt had his own selfish motivations but for now he was the best option available. Rising to his feet with a sigh he gathered himself and left the simple room he had been using as his own quarters. No doubt his joining the others in the Hutt's court would give Solyri yet another opportunity to annoy him. Why she wanted to force him away from the Jedi teachings was anyone's guess. He still didn't even understand fully if she was trying to seduce or destroy him. Maybe both if he was honest. Whatever the case she was a necessary evil to tolerate, as were the Hutt's other less savory employees. All part of the delicate dance he now found himself trapped in. Squaring his shoulders the Jedi left the room, following his senses to where he was needed next.

[zebedee]

Marking interest! Will think on it tonight. Currently leaning Jawa scout. I've never made a sw5e char who was more than level 3, so I'm a little overwhelmed!

Edit: ooo... OR my Ithorian Scholar that I've tried several times and got in and all those games have died. I'll try to write up both.

[Jrod]

application Korrvakk, the Silent Guardian Species: Wookiee Class: Guardian Archetype: Shien Background: Jedi Gender: Male Homeworld: Kashyyyk Age: 185 Alignment: Lawful Good Lightsaber: A greatsaber with a crossguard, crackling with blue energy Philosophy: The Strength to Protect, the patience to endure Appearance: This Wookiee warrior is a towering fusion of samurai discipline and knightly valor. His thick, battle-worn fur cloaks the mantle of a war-scarred champion. His glowing eyes burn with the silent intensity of a seasoned swordsman, and his fanged snarl hints at both restraint and the fury of a warrior unleashed. His armor is a masterful blend of Wookiee craftsmanship, samurai precision, and knightly fortitude. A scale-textured cuirass reinforced with engraved plate protects his chest, while lacquered pauldrons and segmented bracers guard his arms. His legs, wrapped in cloth bindings and plated greaves, carry the weight of both duty and purpose. A long, tattered cloak, like the banner of a fallen order, flows behind him. His belt holds relics of a lost past—totems of his people, tools of war, and symbols of an oath sworn in blood and honor. In his grasp, a massive greatsaber crackles with blue energy when erupted. Its hilt forged of near weightlessness songsteel and Woven Wroshyr wood fibers reinforce the grip. Adorned with intricate engravings and an unrefined, raw kyber crystal, this blade is wielded with both the precision of a samurai and the might of a knight. But it is more than a weapon—it is a symbol, a vestige of an oath long upheld, and the last remaining testament to a warrior’s forgotten legacy. Translation: Korrvakk communicates through an E-Com translator, a device he originally used in peacekeeping missions to enhance negotiations and diplomatic efforts. His natural speech is slow, guttural, and gnarled, carrying the deep, resonant timbre of a Wookiee. Each word rough and rumbling like distant storms, making his presence felt even before the translator converts his voice into more refined speech. Personality Korrvakk stands as a towering figure, steadfast in loyalty, honor, and tradition—virtues woven into his very being. Fiercely protective of his friends, family, and tribe, his devotion runs deep, guided by a strong moral code rooted in fairness, discipline, and the well-being of his people. Like the warriors of old, he embraces duty with unwavering resolve, facing challenges with courage and an unshakable sense of purpose. His bond with nature instills patience and understanding, and though he often appears reserved, his emotions are steady and controlled, yet undeniable when stirred. Among his kin, unwavering devotion, life debts, and ancestral traditions form the foundation of their identity. To Korrvakk, as in all things, balance is not just important—it is everything.   Backstory: Born of the Temple, Raised in Balance Deep within the ancient Temple of the Rising Moon on Kashyyyk, Korrvakk was born to two of its most respected caretakers, Elder Varrakka and Keeper Thurrokk. The temple, hidden within the high branches of the wroshyr trees, was a sanctuary for Wookiee mystics who attuned themselves to the Living Force. Unlike Jedi temples across the galaxy, this sacred place was not one of training for warriors but of deep reflection, harmony, and preservation of Force knowledge. From an early age, Korrvakk was taught that true strength is not in battle but in restraint. His people revered him not for his size or power, but for his wisdom—his ability to listen, to feel the Force in the trees, and to see beyond anger and violence. Yet, the Jedi Order sensed the potential within him, and with his parents' blessing, he left Kashyyyk to train as a Guardian in the sacred halls of the Jedi. A Shield, Not a Sword At the Jedi Temple, Korrvakk quickly stood out. Towering over his fellow Padawans, his immense size and natural strength made him a formidable warrior, yet he never sought battle. Instead, he embraced the path of a Peaceful Guardian, using his power to protect rather than to conquer. Where others honed their lightsaber techniques for combat, Korrvakk mastered defensive forms—Shien, Soresu, and even elements of Niman. He built a unique greatsaber, larger than most Jedi weapons, designed to intercept attacks rather than strike down foes. His connection to the Force allowed him to absorb conflict, redirecting aggression into calm resolution. Even among the Jedi, he was seen as a rare presence—a warrior who did not seek war. The Battle He Could Not Walk Away From For centuries, the Old Republic flourished, and Korrvakk served as a protector of peace. He acted as a guardian of temples, a mediator in conflicts, and a defender of those who could not fight for themselves. His legend spread, not as a warrior who vanquished foes, but as one who could end battles before they began. But peace is fragile. When Sith forces launched an attack on Kashyyyk, seeking to corrupt the Temple of the Rising Moon, Korrvakk was faced with an impossible choice. The temple, his home, his family’s legacy, stood defenseless. The Wookiee people, who had lived in harmony with the Force, were suddenly caught in a war they had no part in. For the first time in centuries, Korrvakk took up his blade—not to seek vengeance, but to stand as a wall between darkness and his home. The battle was long and brutal, but Korrvakk did not falter. He fought with the strength of Kashyyyk itself, his greatsaber carving through Sith forces while his mind remained calm as the ancient trees. He did not seek to kill—only to defend, only to push back the tide. And in the end, the temple stood, its knowledge preserved. The Last Guardian Though the Sith were repelled, the cost was great. The temple was abandoned, its monks scattered, its caretakers lost to the fires of war. With his home in ruin and his purpose shaken, Korrvakk chose exile, retreating deep into the Shadowlands. There, he continued his parents' legacy—not as a Jedi Knight of the Republic, but as a guardian of what remained. Legends speak of a lone Wookiee warrior, his glowing blade appearing in the darkest of nights, defending Kashyyyk’s sacred places from those who seek to exploit them. He is no conqueror, no hero of war. He is Korrvakk, the Silent Guardian. The last protector of a forgotten peace. And as long as he stands, the spirit of the Jedi will never fade. Opportunity knocks Even in exile, Korrvakk could not remain completely hidden. The Shadowlands of Kashyyyk were dangerous—not just because of the monstrous creatures lurking within, but because of the criminals who sought refuge in its depths. Slavers, poachers, and war profiteers saw the Wookiee homeworld as a land of opportunity, ripe for exploitation. Among these intruders were agents of lord Xanathar, a rising power within the Bareesh Kajidic. Unlike most of his kind, Xanathar was not a slaver—he was a collector. He sought ancient artifacts, forgotten temples, and the remnants of civilizations lost to time. When whispers of a ruined Wookiee temple deep in the Shadowlands reached his ears, he sent mercenaries to claim its secrets. But they found something else instead—a guardian who refused to let history be stolen. A Bargain in the Dark Xanathars. forces expected primitive Wookiee resistance, not a Jedi still strong in the Force. Korrvakk cut through the first wave of mercenaries like a storm through the trees, his greatsaber flashing in the darkness. But Xanathar was no fool. Instead of sending more troops to their deaths, he requested an audience. For the first time in years, Korrvakk left the Shadowlands and stood before a Hutt, not as an enemy, but as an equal. Xanathar, always the strategist, offered a deal—he would leave Kashyyyk’s sacred sites untouched in exchange for knowledge. He did not want to plunder the ruins, only to understand them. The Jedi were fading from the galaxy, and their wisdom—especially that of an ancient Wookiee sect—was valuable beyond measure. Korrvakk did not trust the Hutt, but he saw a path forward. If he refused, more would come. If he accepted, he could control what knowledge was shared, ensuring that Kashyyyk’s secrets were preserved rather than exploited. And so, an unlikely alliance was born. An Unlikely Guardian for an Unlikely Friend Over the years, Korrvakk became an unseen hand in Xanathars dealings, guiding the Hutt away from outright destruction and toward a more balanced pursuit of knowledge. In return, Xanathar ensured that no slaver cartel under his influence touched Kashyyyk. But Korrvakk’s involvement went deeper than he expected. When Xanathars enemies—a rival Hutt syndicate backed by Sith artifacts traders—tried to assassinate him, it was Korrvakk who intercepted the strike team. Not for the Hutt’s sake, but because Sith corruption could not be allowed to spread. Now, in the depths of the underworld, rumors swirl of a silent Wookiee protector who sometimes walks among the Hutt courts. A warrior who does not kill for money, does not bow to crime, but moves with purpose that none can understand. For Korrvakk, the Jedi Order may be in ruins, but his duty remains. He is still a guardian—not just of Kashyyyk, but of knowledge itself. Even if it means standing beside a Hutt to protect the future.   Ally: Jynka Solari - Jedi Consular Background: Jynka Solari is a skilled Jedi Consular and mediator who has worked alongside Korrvakk during numerous peacekeeping missions throughout the galaxy. Calm, focused, and empathetic, Jynka shares Korrvakk's desire to resolve conflicts with minimal violence, using knowledge, reason, and diplomacy. Though they often take different approaches to their missions—where Korrvakk leans toward restraint and defense, Jynka prefers to disarm with wisdom—they share a deep respect for each other’s dedication. Over the years, Jynka has become Korrvakk’s close friend and confidante, often acting as a voice of reason when Korrvakk feels torn between his Jedi ideals and the harsh realities he faces. Ally: Wikka the Fearless Background: A cunning and spirited Ewok from the forest moon of Endor, Wikka is far more than her small size suggests. Trained as a scout and survivalist, she was taken from Endor by slavers but escaped, eventually crossing paths with Korrvakk. Impressed by her resourcefulness and indomitable will, he took her under his protection. Despite their vast difference in size, Wikka sees herself as Korrvakk’s equal, often reminding him that "small warriors can cast big shadows." Armed with a modified bowcaster and an endless supply of tricks, she serves as his scout, messenger, and occasional mischief-maker—often getting them into trouble as much as she gets them out of it. Rival: Veldrakk the Forsworn Species: Wookiee (Exile and Betrayer) Once a proud warrior of Korrvakk’s Wookiee tribe, Veldrakk turned his back on their traditions, believing honor and loyalty to be weaknesses that shackled the strong. Cast out for his betrayal, he became a feared mercenary and warlord, forging his own path through blood and conflict. His once-proud fur is now marred by deep scars and burns, each a testament to the battles he has endured. His piercing gaze is sharp and calculating, always searching for the next opportunity to strike. Veldrakk is a master of close-quarters combat, wielding twin cortosis-forged vibroswords with ruthless efficiency. Unlike Korrvakk, who embodies endurance and resilience, Veldrakk fights with relentless aggression, using speed, deception, and sheer brute force to overwhelm his enemies. He wears custom battle armor that balances mobility with protection, and he is never above using ambush tactics or psychological warfare to break his foes before the fight even begins. Once like brothers, Korrvakk and Veldrakk now stand as bitter rivals, their conflict rooted not just in personal betrayal but in opposing ideologies. Where Korrvakk holds fast to the values of his people, Veldrakk seeks to prove that only those willing to abandon tradition and seize power on their own terms can truly survive. To Korrvakk, his former brother represents everything he stands against—a warrior without honor, driven only by ambition. Their battles are not just a test of strength, but of belief, with the very legacy of their people hanging in the balance

[AlexN]

Even if I am not picked I had a lot of fun with this one. Partly inspired by Saul Goodman from Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul. I think only a modern or sci-fi campaign would fit this kind of character though lol.

Zelpa Karrish Name: Zelpa Karrish Species: Mon Calamari Class: Scholar (Politician Pursuit) Background: Scoundrel Appearance: A stunning blue color, his amphibian nature stands out in a crowd. He does not try to tone anything down and often likes being the loudest one in the room. He wears gimmicky colors to fit the situation. Most would just think it is a Mon Cala thing, it is not and even his own species think his clothing choices are too gaudy. He is an aging creature and even Humans can tell he is above middle age for his species. His blue sheen not as sharp as it once was. Personality: Zelpa is a consensus-builder. He tries to bring two parties together in a conflict so they can reach some sort of agreement. With strangers they will often be people that want to rip each other apart. With friends it is a bit easier because many times they share the same values or goals, but disagree on the means, which are no less significant, just safer. His biggest flaw is basically his defining trait. He will almost never outright lie to you, but he will bend and twist the truth as much as he possibly can in order to get people to swallow a tough pill they otherwise dare not swallow. He feels no strong allegiance to any cause, he likes negotiating with hostile parties because he is good at it, the money is merely a side benefit. He offers his services to whomever needs it. Negotiations can in theory, be for any thing for any reason (within limits). He would be motivated in stopping forces that spread Galactic-wide destruction and war so he could get back to doing what he loves, involving himself with “small time” planet-sized single system conflicts. Serious subject matter notwithstanding, he likes to make jokes and wisecracks through dry observational humor, something his companions in the past have either loved or loathed. Backstory: Born to a prominent Mon Cala family, Zelpa grew up with top education and any creature-comfort a growing amphibian could desire. The only thing that did not stick was his moral upbringing. In adulthood he is seen as a black squid?sheep on his home world for unethical legal practices and breaking almost every rule in the book on behalf of his clients, in both criminal and civil contract proceedings. The high moral standards of the Mon Calamari saw to it that he has been banned from practicing law on his home world, after a mere four years of being admitted to practice it. Though he still has a is there a Galactic BAR?BAR membership on most core worlds. The issues on Mon Cala made him set out among the stars. His reputation on his home planet proceeded him. Seedy clients sought him out to hold onto…. certain items and act as a bagman for payments so that they might be protected with Attorney/Client privilege status. He has a lot of hidy-holes in his various offices. From the small time he grew and grew and now he is mostly the face of large corporations and crime lords when they need to act as a silent, silent partner. Mr. Karrish establishes whatever on-paper-only LLC needs to be established and uses his status as a licensed attorney so that these sub-legal entities, contracts and deals may do business with legitimate unwitting governments and enterprises in a way to filter clean taxpayer credits to these sub-legal entities. Though he suspects a lot of these "noble" governments and corporations more or less know what they are doing and are choosing to plug their ear holes and pretend not to notice how the meat is made. Recently he has been a contract negotiator of sorts. When two “bad guys” need to resolve something, but they cannot or do not want to be seen together, one side will hire Zelpa so that he may negotiate for their interest. Hey, even dirtbags need negotiated settlements such as poaching rights on one planet in return for 25% of the other parties’ drug supply. Sometimes these negotiations go well, more often neither party budges and they fall through, and on occasion, Zelpa has to run for the hills in a shootout for offenses real and perceived. Either way he is paid his upfront fee at least. On occasion he helps in criminal defenses when the money is good to help keep his knowledge of court procedure sharp. He can’t help but to pull out the suspenders and do the “ah shucks, I am nothin’ but a humble backwater amphibian LAW-yer in one of this here fancy city court-rooms” routine.   Connections: Although he has never personally met or communicated with Xanathar the Hutt Lord, Zelpa reguards him as a valued client and he has been a go between for him on many occasions. Usually to politicians for various government contracts or payoffs but sometimes to quietly represent Xanathar's interests when dealing with other criminal organizations. Zelpa’s ego likes to think the Hutt lord knows him by name and requests Zelpa’s services often, but in reality, it’s probably one of Xanathar’s underbosses. It doesn’t stop him from imagining it though… Ally: Captain Brill Sloan- A Human space pirate of a ship called the Grim Fandango. Zelpa helped acquit him on some serious charges on Coruscant the one time he couldn’t jump off-world before being arrested and couldn’t otherwise escape from custody. A rogue by nature and not suited for civilized systems, Brill has no love for Lord Zariel. His crew has clashed with his forces before. For the average smuggler and pirate, Hutt space is becoming exceedingly crowded as of late. It was a good thing Zelpa forgoed any payment in that case. Instead he asked for a favor to be returned in the future, seeing how Zelpa is in Hutt space so often. The decision proved to be wise for he has an ally, for at least a day perhaps. Rival: Guzud Sunwed, a Duro who is perhaps one of the most notorious gun smugglers and arms dealers in the Galaxy. Zelpa was recruited as a go-between for ANOTHER go-between who worked for Lady Auril. The deal was to grant Guzud mining rights to a mineral rich asteroid in the Outer Rim in exchange for an arsenal of firepower. Unbeknown to Zelpa, the asteroid was already guaranteed to someone else, in exchange for a ship. Lady Auriel was double-dipping, hoping the two would fight it out. Guzud somehow knew this during the first meeting, he thought Zelpa had something to do with it, Zelpa still has the blaster marks on his ass from running after all hell broke loose. Every now and again, Zelpa has to duck Sunwed’s men as they are encountered in the Galaxy.

[Red Leper]

I have made up a table and was surprised by how many submissions I have already, it didn't look like that many.

I put everyone's App status as WIP until you give me some confirmation that you are done, I don't like to assume things.
Make sure you have satisfied each entry that I requested in the application format so I can fully get a feel for the entire character.

[Kepheren]

Ok, I think that I have everything that you requested on Lokar's application. If you get the chance to review it please let me know if it seems to fit with the setting and history of the galaxy. Admittedly I'm not as educated in the lore of this time period as many dedicated Star Wars fans. If nothing else however I think that I'm giving you plenty of rope to hang me with if you need it.

[abc123]

Sskarzh is ready to go, though I'd appreciate some feedback if you're giving it out

[Red Leper]

I don't like to do feedback because I don't want to inadvertantly affect the type of character you want to play but if I have any questions that pertain to hooks I can use, I will ask. If you don't get any feedback, assume I loved it and everything is in order.

[Kepheren]

That's fair.

[Jrod]

Character complete

[abc123]

Fair enough, works for me!

[zebedee]

Mundaw Bindat Name: Mundaw Bindat Species: Ithorian Gender: Male Age: 27 Class/level: Scholar (Physician) level 10 Background: Scientist (Medic) Personality: Endlessly curious, even in the face of danger. Always calm and analytical. Easily distracted by the promise of information. Has a deep belief in the Mother Jungle religion, and is adamantly pacifist. He has spent his adulthood searching for a way to reconcile his religious beliefs with those of the rest of the galaxy, and specifically the Force. Appearance: Mundaw stands just over 6 feet tall, making him fairly short for an Ithorian. His skin is light green, and he is largely covered up with brown robes. His eyes are black, and kind. He wears a translator collar. Like all of his people, he is thin and light. He is also unarmed, or at least appears to be. Backstory: Mundaw Bindat was raised on an Ithorian herdship, and was chosen to enter the nature priesthood at age 10. He was thrilled to learn methods of healing and protecting all manner of species. But as a teenager, he began to feel that there was more to the Mother Jungle than rites and ceremonies. He had felt it: a force that binds living things together throughout the galaxy. Surely this, too, was worth celebrating? By the time he was 18, he had developed a bad reputation as a skeptic - perhaps even a heretic. He knew he would never succeed as a priest of his people. But by then he also knew that wasn't what he wanted. The core principles of the Mother Jungle felt true to him. But he needed to find a way to tie those ideas to the ideas of other species. And to this power that he could almost touch. As it happened, a mercenary ship called the I know, I know. But this is from a game this character briefly appeared in before. Along with Dylan Scott!Canderous docked on his herdship when Mundaw was 21 and beginning to feel the need to leave. Mundaw arranged for passage as a member of the crew, providing healing and perhaps wisdom in exchange for a way to travel the wider galaxy. The crew of the Canderous took on a variety of missions, most of which were just outside the law. While these missions often required violence, Mundaw never engaged in combat, and he spent a lot of effort trying to convince the captain to avoid it when possible. He came to terms with the fact that violence was a part of life outside the herdship. He couldn't prevent it all, but he could work to minimize it and mitigate it. He took his rudimentary medical training and pursued it with a passion, throwing himself into a quest to undo the damage done to living things of all kinds. Some of the crew appreciated this more than others, but they traveled together for several years. But the collapse of the galaxy came fast and hard. The end of the Canderous came hard, too. With the Republic and the Jedi gone, economies collapsed and missions became more dangerous. Some of the crew were killed. Parts and equipment became hard to source. Pretty quickly, the money coming in wasn't enough to repair the damage the ship took on the missions. The surviving crew made the difficult decision to part ways. Since then, Mundaw has not had a home. He has bounced from one ship to another, trying to find a way to hold back the darkness. Xanathar: His time with the Canderous had showed him that even criminals and pirates and thugs can work to preserve order, to preserve life. He isn't sure how Xanathar has even heard of him, but he isn't going to refuse the summons. Relations (former shipmates): Captain Dahk (human : Mundaw wished the Captain were less impetuous, and less willing to engage in violence. But he saw the Captain's honesty and kindness behind his brash exterior. And clearly there was much to object to in the Imperial Law; living outside that Law was only logical for an Ithorian. Dahk looked to help others as much as he can, and he never hurt the innocent. Perhaps that's as much as could be expected of a scoundrel captain. Mundaw owed much to the ship and its crew, bringing him into the vast expanse of space. He was grateful for that, and was willing to put up with a lot. Laar San-Rym (kaleesh scout): Mundaw was frightened of Laar. The man was violent - which, in and of itself, is not bad. Rancors are violent. Nature is violent. But Mundaw knows how most animals think, and he didn't know how Laar thought. He knew the Kaleesh doesn't respect his religion, but his belief in the Law of Life was Mundaw's anchor. The two served on the Canderous together for years, and had an uneasy truce. Certainly the healer's skills benefitted Laar as much as any of the crew! Gurrfupayyc (wookiiee berserker): "Scared" wasn't the word. Mundaw was... cautious with Gurf. He appreciated that the giant was, at heart, gentle. He was on the ship long before Mundaw joined, and was a core part of its identity and its function. Gurf's obvious belief in promoting the group's happiness was inspiring. But that belief seemed at odds with his survival of the fittest mentality. Mundaw had never been able to reconcile those factors, so he never quite understood the wookiee. Nevertheless, he appreciated the man's company. Arida Sygg (human sentinel): Arida's dark side worried Mundaw. But her love of knowledge and her occasional flashes of mercy and empathy let him know that she was more than her darker urges. He knew how to live with a cat. When she was interested in talking about science, or about how various species experience the Force, Mundaw was friendly and open. And when she was self-interested and brooding, he let her be. Rival: Mundaw has run afoul of any number of law enforcers, bounty hunters, street thugs, etc. But none of those would rise to "rival" status. Really, there's only one long-lasting negative relationship. Zilmiss Nor (ithorian high priestess): Zilmiss chose Mundaw for the priesthood when he was very young. She saw in him his deep reverence for life, his deep belief in the Mother Jungle. When Mundaw was a young acolyte, Zilmiss believed he would be her successor, to lead the herdship when she was gone. But he betrayed that trust, leaving in the middle of the night without saying a word. After he left, the herdship was attacked by pirates, and many Ithorians were killed. Their experiments and their apparatus were ruined. As the galaxy fell into chaos, they found it harder and harder to keep finding new worlds to let them settle. More and more of them followed Mundaw's example and left the herd behind. Eventually, there weren't enough of them left to man the ship. So they docked at a space station just the right side of legitimate, and were forced to find new professions, new homes. Zilmiss knows this isn't really Mundaw's fault. But she resents his departure all the same.

[zebedee]

^ Ithorian is complete, I think. Since another Scholar came in while I was working on it, I'm going to try and put together the Jawa, too.
Never mind the Jawa. Doesn't seem fair to have two applications when nobody else does.

[Dylan Scott]

Ari application is done. Only thing left is equipment but will wait to see if selected and where we will begin before sorting that