[SWRPG] Tarisian Fangs

[AximusLokar]

Source?

There's a difference between having no eyes and being unable to perceive light. They see through the force. They are only 'blind' to force-invisible creatures and in force suppressed areas. It doesn't even preclude not being able to see things that do not themselves have the force(objects, droids, etc). If a Miraluka cannot see a projection then a force vision or farseeing power would similarly be unable to see projections, screens, and droids. In fact I just noticed their Force Sight entry mentions being able to 'read and write as a sighted person'.

[Pendragon]

 

Yeah, I am with Kevin on that one. Blind is blind, not to say you couldn't augment something with sounds or movements (creating sound or changes in air pressure), or even touch, but to expect a computer terminal to work for a Miraluka right off the shelf is kind of a stretch.

My thoughts are that Miralukas are aware of this short coming and tend to shy away from things that would have them looking at screens or indicators that have no audible component.

My thoughts are behind the spoiler but I will research and get back to you.

Final ruling:

I don't like this, the rules for this race were written too wishy washy. One minute they say you can't see anything that doesn't have a presence in the force and in the next sentence it says you can read and write. I still don't see that as being the same as using a terminal.

My recommendation is to find a different species. I have yet to read anything about a force user sensing computer data.

[rngrbob]

 

Name: Gillom Flen
Species: Ithorian
Class: Scout 4
Appearance:Gillom is a typical looking Ithroian male. His skin is light tan in color, eyes are black. Gillom dresses in a non-descript reddish brown tunic. He doesn't appear in public with out his wooden staff, also not without his blaster at his side for added protection.
Personality: Gillom has a friendly disposition and caring attitude with every one that he forms friendships with. He tends to have a deep connection with all living and can 'emphatically feels' things around him at times. Though he doesn't know how and why he can do it or what is called, although he believes that it might come from his peoples 'goddess' the mother jungle. So from a vary young age he has felt that deep connection with all living things around him.
Character History: Gillom was born, raised and lived on one of the many herd ships that float above his home world of Ithor. Growing up on one of those herd ships he felt a strong bond with the life in and around, and below the ship that he grow up on. So he learned what he could about all of his worlds flora and fauna, and honing his emphatic abilities the best he could. As his Father was a mechanic aboard the ship and his mother was a doctors assistant with in a medical facility aboard one of the other herd ships. Gillom always dreamt to travel beyond the hardships and his home world to explore and see the galaxy, after he would see the many off world visitors that came to his world. When he finally came of age he left to explore the galaxy, leaving his home world behind. He traveled around the galaxy plying his skills as a mercenary to whom ever pays the most for those skills. Along the way he learned more about the galaxy and what was beyond the next star, eventually making his way to the outer rim.
Character Specific Writing Sample: As Gillom faced down the gang of outlaws, beside his team. He focused on his surroundings as he reached deep inside with in, to anticipate any surprises that the criminals might through his way and threaten his team. That he could warn them to watch out for any. "Let the women go and we will stop firing on you." Gillom informs the band of outlaws, negotiating with them to let the women that they kidnapped go, that they were hired to kidnap. "That's all we want, an we will let you walk away unharmed." as a blaster bolt whizzes past him, pining him self an his team down. He then fires his blaster rifle at the nearest outlaw, hopefully hitting them with the bolt. One of the outlaws fires directly on Gillom, nearly hitting him with blaster fire. "No we will not hand her over to you, hammerhead." the leader of the outlaw gang yells out to Gillom from his position behind a wall. With the insult on his species Gillom remained clam and focused, to not to retaliate against them, as another blaster bolt whizzed past his shoulder almost hitting him. That one of the other outlaw gang members just fired upon him, trying to end the combat between the two groups quickly. Gillom reached out and focused on a near by light object with his mind and moves it towards the outlaw that he fired on before, hitting them with it.

As one of the outlaws opens fire on Gillom's and his teams location, hitting one of his team mates. Reeling them backwards, injuring them. Gillom focus on another object nearby to thrust at the outlaws that hit his team mate with blaster fire. He throws it at the outlaw knocking them out. "Hand over the women and we'll stop our attack on you." he informs the remaining outlaws. "We surrender and you tell that jedi not to harm us." the outlaws call out from behind there position, of there cover. Gillom has a look of confusion and shock on his face being called a Jedi, despite hearing the name, though never learned about them or encountering one of them either. As the outlaw gang comes out with the women that they was hired to kidnap to hold as ransom.

[Spizzow]

Hey Pen,
I'm starting to build my droid, did you have a cost in mind? It's hard to know what my options are without an end goal. Thanks.

[KevinFipps]

My theory comes back to the RCR description of Force Sight. Which allowed a person to use the force to "see" the locations of objects and creatures.

[AximusLokar]

Okay it's taken a slightly different path with the changes I've made but I think I'm on a good track.

I'm looking at making a Nagai Force Adept. I say Force Adept instead of Jedi because he is vehemently not a member of the jedi order. Is there any chance you'd be willing to let me exchange the starting free Lightsaber and Lightsaber Proficiency for something appropriate, like an extra skill or two and Weapon Finesse(for his racial weapon Tehk'la Blades)?

[mightymconeshot]

I am still messing around between a few ideas. One of them is a droid. How are you handling droid stats? I assume 1000 dollars as per book to make plus whatever spare money we have from character creation?

[Pendragon]

To all the Droids out there, please follow the rules for creation in the core book, Option 1 page 186. It gives all the steps necessary for creating a droid, your class money can be rolled to buy upgrades. If you follow Option 1 you shouldn't need to worry too much about it, it makes Droid your species and you get to take a heroic class.

Aximus, I am fine with that, but you would have to have a lost in space type of history to be Nagai, as your people would not have been in the Galaxy for a few thousand years yet. You can take an extra skill and Weapon Finesse in exchange for the lightsaber stuff.

Application table is updated as well as the Q&A section.

[BangBangTequila]

I'm super into this. Plus, it would round out my applications: Edge of the Empire (FFG), RCR original game, and SAGA edition!

I'll sleep on this and put forward an application tomorrow.

[mightymconeshot]

Is the starting stat array going to be different? For droids using the prearranged from the book drops the lowest score. Same here?

[Pendragon]

Droids can use this array: 17, 16, 15, 13, 10

[mightymconeshot]

Name: Bok

Species:Nikto

Class:Solider

Appearance: Bok stands the same height as an average male, however his build is much slimmer. Ignoring the toughened leather-like skin, horned head, and pitched black eyes, Bok looks like a wiry muscled man, an athlete whose life is to ensure that he is fit enough to meet any challenge. A long ragged scar bisects his left eye from his top spikes to his chin. He goes to battle clad in the heaviest armor he can get his scaled hands on and carrying his favorite weapon, an Arg'garok, from a Gamorren criminal who also gave him the ragged scar down his face. Only fate saved him from being half blind.

Personality:Bok is a man of passions but he lacks many of the graces needed for civilized society. Politics and double speak have no value to him and the only answer to a challenge is a reckoning in honorable combat. Once the outcome is settled, Bok sees no reason to hold a grudge. The winner has been decided by strength at arms and that is the end of the matter. Bok has strong beliefs about the way of the world. With the galaxy in flames, Bok sees a new chance for his people, freedom and the right to choose their life. The Hutts had enslaved his people for uncounted time but that time may be at an end. He seeks to gather wealth; weapons, armor, credits, vehicles, ships or any other item that he could use to wage war. He sees himself as a prophet of the future, come to raise his people from slavery to freedom.

Character History:Bok was raised in servitude of his Hutt lords. As a young boy he was trained for his future service. Computer skills for use in the field, Mechanics to maintain the items of his masters, and countless battle drills teaching him all manner of weapon skills. Upon reaching adult hood, he was pressed into service. His early tasks were simple, guard the palace, punish any who seek to steal, or otherwise follow his lords word. As he showed skill, he was given more and more challenging tasks ranging from collecting past due money to hunting down traitors and spies. His status grew and soon he was in a position of relative power within the ranking system. As the threat of the dark jedi turned to more and more nightmarish creatures, some of the Hutt lords offered their personal armies for hire and so Bok travelled off world for the first time. Meeting other people, the Jedi, and cultures taught Bok the importance of freedom and free choice. Returning to his masters, he worked for several years longer before he amassed the wealth necessary to buy his freedom. Leaving for offworld, he did odd jobs before finally settling down with the Fangs. While not the most lucrative business, his natural ability and access to military gear has him looking at this as one of the best chances for his people's freedom.

Character Specific Writing Sample: Bok watched his breath cloud the air in front of him as he looked up the steep mountain slope. He had been tracking a Gamorren named Warlug for over a week now. The Hutt lords wanted him made an example off to the others who would think to try and run from their debts. As he settles down to rest, he thinks back to the briefing.

The security tape squelched in front of him as he look down at one of the local bars. A hairy Gamorren sits alone at a table sipping some kind of hard alcohol when two collectors approach from behind. They take up positions on either side. The audio doesn't carry to the tape, but it is clear from the posturing what is happening. The three men look tenser and tenser and it won't take long for a fight to break out. As a serving girl stupidly approaches and starts serving drinks, the argument turns violent. A spilled drink, a insult too far, a unbelieved threat. Who knows what it was, but at that moment weapons were drawn and used. A brief struggle ensured with the Gamorren emerging wounded but Gamorren. Grabbing credit chips and weapons, he quickly leaves the three bodies behind as he leaves the scene.

Looking across at the man at the table, "So this my target? Gamorren wanted for debt and murder? Where did he go?"

The man slide a small tablet across the table to Bok. Picking it up, it gives a brief report. Left seen leaving the city to the north. 12 hours ago spotted by a trader turning from the road into the mountains. Looking up from the tablet, Bok simply nods before leaving the table.

Looking up from the gravel in front of him, Bok caps his water bottle and with a small groan gets back to his feet. Turning to the rise, he starts to move again. Tired legs and shorted breath from high altitude wear down on him, but it won't be long until it is decided.

Finishing the steep climb, Bok looks at the small cave entrance. Such a grueling journey for a small target. But it was one he had been ordered to carry out. Approaching the entrance, the piggish man comes to the entrance. It was clear that he had been watched during his ascent but there had been little cover to make the approach in secret.

Pulling his own weapon, the two stare down. Calling up, Come down and settle this Warlug. Your death doesn't have to be now.

Silence stretched out into seconds before turning into a half minute. Sighing, Fine. We do it your way.

Closing the distance, Bok makes sure he stays out of reach for a few seconds. Warlug was carrying a weapon of his people, an oversized axe that was sure to cut him in half if it made contact. Speed and inside its reach would be key. Feinting a jab, Walug responded with a quick slash back. Circling, the two warriors feinted and parried, each knowing the other capable and that even a minor wound could kill in this land. Slowly Warlug's swing slowed and Bok knew he was wearing down the warrior. Making another jab, he steps close to get inside the swing of the weapon but sees the ruse too late. Throwing his mace haft up, the thick metal handle slows the axe for a brief second before it is chopped in half. Blinding pain flashes, and Bok is thrown to the ground. Looking up as blood and pain spread across his face, the hazy silhouette approaches. Growing desperate, he lashes out at the last second with his foot and hears a solid crack as he smashes the others ankle. As Warlug tumbles down, the slippery gravel surface gives little purchase. Sliding away for the edge, Warlug gives one last squeal of fear before disappearing over the edge. As Bok stood up, he grabbed the axe from where it had landed. As blackness clouded his vision, he can only thank the setting sun how lucky he had just gotten.

[Schniderman]

Definitely interested, but it's passed midnight already. I'll work some more on my app tomorrow.

 

Name: Vikar Freyzo

Species: Human

Class: Noble. Depending how far we go with this, maybe into Crime Lord.

Appearance: Vikar is not a big man in either height or build, standing at five foot four on the dot. His looks are on the handsome side, marred only slightly by a crooked nose. His eyes are turquoise, and his hair is dark brown. He puts excessive effort into keeping himself meticulously groomed and in vogue. His hair is (most recently) cut in an asymmetrical style, with the left side buzzed to a close fade shaved with a complicated Rylothian pattern and the right side left longer and swept forward towards a forelock that drapes down across his face. His clothes are tailored, and he wears a designer belt.

Personality:

Character History:

Character Specific Writing Sample:

[AximusLokar]

Name: Chano Sian
Species: Nagai
Age: 27
Class: Jedi 3 / Scoundrel 1
Appearance: Though often considered to be an 'exotic looking near-human', Chano is actually very typical and plain-looking for a Nagai. Tall and lanky, standing at a hair under six feet and possessing a gymnast build. His skin is ash-white and smooth and his hair onyx-black. His hair is kept relatively neat in the front but left uncut in the back as a testament to what he has survived. Chano has a way of speaking, soft but powerful, that grips your attention.

Personality: Chano loves to hear people talk and will often spend his leisure time meditating in public areas just letting the noise wash over him. He is comfortable letting others carry a conversation but when he speaks it tends to be with conviction and passion and something about his voice seems to sway opinions.

Though he doesn't shy away from necessary violence he prefers resolving issues through discussion or misdirection, or failing that a small application of Force to make the problem go away. That said when it becomes clear a fight cannot be avoided he tends to responds with overwhelming force.

History:

 

Pioneers risk everything for the chance to advance the species. Some do it for the thrill, the fame, or just to know they did something that will improve life for others. For Chano you could say all three applied to one degree or another. Mostly, though, it was because of his older cousin and life-long best friend. S'tev was a starship pilot, one of the best the planet had to offer. The pair joked that after piloting the contraptions that Chano would put together when they were kids there wasn't even any challenge in piloting a properly functioning ship. When S'tev was drafted into the Skyriver Project, the first major superliminal engine testing, he fought tooth and nail to get the still teenaged Chano on-board as one of the mechanics.

Initial tests went well. What had previously been a two month voyage between Nagi and an asteroid mining colony took less than a day through hyperdrive. The crew spent the next few months on and off the ship, officially named Skyriver 0 but nicknamed by the crew as Puddlejumper, stress testing the engine within safe distance of a Nagai outpost that could respond in a reasonable amount of time in the event of failure. Eventually the project's first phase was deemed a success and the crew was given some time off to prepare for phase two: Long range jumps for the purpose of exploration.

With as many supplies as the ship could hold, and a number of luxury goods to serve as trade in the event of contact with a friendly alien species, the Puddlejumper departed with a crew compliment of three pilots, a half dozen scientists in various fields, and two dozen engineers and mechanics. The first few weeks were quiet, making multipe short jumps to the limit of their sensors every day and creating surface-level charts for eventual astronavigation. About a month in the Puddlejumper accidentally passed through an emerging quasar that had not registered on their sensors which caused catastrophic damage to the engines and life support. Most of the crew on duty were knocked out or killed from initial explosions. The off-duty crew, Chano among them, sprung into action immediately trying to contain the flames and replace the damaged parts even as oxygen was vented and poisonous toxins leaked in.

By the time the life support was stabilized only five people were still alive, and by the end of the day three more had succumb to their wounds leaving only Chano and S'tev alive. While S'tev handled the gory task of removing the deceased crew from the ship Chano was working diligintly to patch up the last of the damaged life support systems and begin repairs on the hyperdrive engine. With only one engineer repairs were painfully slow. Unfortunately over the passing weeks it became clear that, while he hadn't sustained any heavy injuries, S'tev had been exposed to a lethal dose of toxic chemicals while helping make initial repairs. In the last days before his mind started to deteriorate he fervently, almost aggressively, began to teach Chano enough about the ship's nav computer to set a jump and avoid basic hazzards. Before the end he forced Chano to promise not to give up on getting the ship's computer, or himself, back home.

 

It took another two months after S'tev had passed to complete repairs to the hyperdrive engine. It was then that he found that almost all of the star-chart data that had been compiled had been corrupted. It still existed on the secured black box but it would take an entire team of slicers to crack the decription and Chano was no slicer. With no other option he picked a heading and restarted the slow process of charting the sector with the hopes of finding a familiar region. But while food supplies were plentiful, the mission being expected to support over twenty people for a year, spare oxygen supplies had been severely depleted. Life support could scrub it out but not as quickly as it would be used up. To preserve dwindling reserves Chano would make a jump to the limits of his charts, set the auto-pilot to map out a new sector in hopes of finding a match to what few remaining charts he had, and then enter a meditative state for a week. He'd learned to do so in his youth as a way of sorting through his thoughts, and it served him now by dropping his oxygen use enough for the co2 scrubber to replenish the oxygen to safe levels.

Over the coming months of silence and meditation he felt something within him expanding but this sense just made him feel more isolated than ever. After the first year he began to hear a whispering in his thoughts that eventually became a voice in the void. The voice told him many things. About the universe, about himself, about the Force. The voice identified itself as 'Chaicha' which he said in his language meant 'Teacher'. As the years passed Chaicha became a mentor to Chano. He was also a lifeline, keeping the young man from abandoning hope altogether.

His life became a routine. Waking up from his trance he would drink some water and stretch to return his body to wakefullness. While eating protein bars and other vitamin supplements he would scan through the gathered charts to cross-check them against records. Following breakfast was exercise to keep his muscles from atrophy and finally conducting a short hyperspace jump. The rest of the day was a rotation of light meals, rest, and excercise before making a final check of the initial scans from the new area and settling in for another week in trance. Within his trance he would wait, sometimes hours and sometimes days, for Chaicha to make contact and resume his lessons.

 

Ten years after setting out from Nagi Chano was begining to lose hope. Not a single jump had led to an area matched to his records. Sensing this dwindling hope his mentor offered him an alternative. His species, a topic Chaicha had refused to speak on before, traveled the stars but not through the use of hyperdrive. Their navigators used the Force instead, moving from one location to another instantly. He could teach Chano the foundational excercises of their Way and, through a collective communion with other navigators, guide him through a single jump. But not back to his homeworld. They did not know where his planet was and so could not guide him towards it. Nor could they guide him towards them, Chaicha's decision to reach out to Chano was an unpopular one among his people and they were unwilling allow him physically within their realm. But they did know from the occasional ship that trespassed of another highly populated region of space.

After meditating on the decision for some time he decided that S'tev's final wish could not be fulfilled entirely. He would never be able to get the ship's data back to his people. But he could survive. After another year of more directed instruction in their traditions and what he would need to know in this new corner of the galaxy he was ready. However even with the support of several navigators to guide him through the jump to go as far as he needed to he would need to be in a much smaller vessel. A life support pod would be small enough but if the jump did not succeed he would not be able to return to the ship, and the pod did not have scrubbers so the oxygen would eventually run out. In the end he chose to put his faith into his mentor.

Loading the pod with food and other supplies and transfering as much oxygen into the pod's tanks and jury-rigging an excess tank he launched himself free of the pod. Another week in meditation with the navigators and he was ready. A final farewell was said between Chano and Chaicha and with an encouraging 'Walk with the Force' he allowed his mind to unfold to the universe.

Reappearing in what he would later discover to be republic space he activated the distress beacon re-recorded with his growing mastery of galactic basic. After two more weeks in a force-induced trance he was rescued by a passing salvage freighter. Though very morally mercenary the crew were at least honorable and in exchange for most of the supplies he had left they dropped him off on the next inhabited planet they touched down on, Taris.

After a few months he had managed to establish himself as a talented pilot using the skills imparted upon him by the collective of aliens whome he mentally referred to as 'The Navigators', and further as a man whose ship you do not try to hijack. When Odok Eagen reached out to him to sign on long term with the Tarisian Fangs he accepted.

Writing Sample:

 

Chano sighed as another scan turned up no matches. Popping another calcium tablet and downing it with the last of his water for the day he sat down to resume his trance. After a few hours Chaicha's voice reached him.

'Well met, Chano.'

"Well met, Chaicha...'

'Your thoughts are troubled today.'

As the conversation resumed his mind's eye coalesced into a mindscape of a star-filled void in the center of which he sat cross-legged. Across from him a mask formed from interlocking parts, the mask seemingly made of a dull metal and held together by a purpose energy. Chano was unsurprised that his mentor had picked up on his frustration as the telepathic communion seemed to leave his mind open to the more experienced Chaicha.

"I've spent almost as much time out here jumping, scanning, and meditating as I have on my own planet. Even at sublight I should have found one match even if it didn't directly lead home. I...I don't know how long I can do this."

The mindscape was silent for a moment. Though the mask representing his mentor was not particularly expressive Chano had learned over the years to follow the subtle shifts that denoted certain emotions, and he could see the signs of deep contemplation.

'Among my people it is common to spend a great majority of one's life among the stars. Through the Force, and not through hyperspace, we move from place to move in an instant. Our pilots read the stars and reach outward to the universe, allowing it to accept us elsewhere. But even among the stars we are surrounded by our comrades. You need to be among others. There is a way.'

Chano perked up, nearly bolting upright in his mind. "I can go home?!"

Chaicha's mask-face seemed to droop in a measure of sorrow. 'I am sorry, no. We cannot move to a place we do not know, and so we cannot guide you to it. Nor can we take you in. My people are protective of our peace. Contact with others is not something done lightly, and many do not agree with my decision to commune with you. But there is another place. There are those who intrude upon our home and are rebuffed, sometimes violently so. They come from a corner of the galaxy where many species gather together. We know them and so we can guide you.'

"So...so they could help me, right? If there are so many species gatherered together they must have pretty expansive star charts. They crack the encryption on the backups and-"

Immediately Chaicha's face turned stern. 'No. If we are to help you move to this place you cannot bring any information from your ship with you. My people would stop you because it might bring them close to our space. I would stop you because it would bring them directly to yours. The future is unclear even to the Force, but to expose your world to the galaxy in it's infancy as a stellar people bodes ill. The choice is yours. If you continue on your path searching for your home I will continue to support you. If you take this opportunity I will teach you what I can, and then we will likely never meet again. I do not know your mind and can not know your future, so only you can decide.'

The pair lapsed into silence. For hours Chano agonized over the decision. S'tev had made him promise. With the information stored in his ship's computer his people could branch out explosively with the hundreds of planets that had shown signs of precious minerals or habitable atmosphere. But S'tev had also made him promise to keep himself alive. Though the decision was hard he knew he had to choose life over an ever-dwindling hope.

"Teach me."

The mask nodded, torn between sorrow and pride. 'Very well. We have much work ahead of us. There is much of the Force yet for me to teach you. To reach out into and through the universe, to move through it as though there were no difference between it and yourselve. But more, you must learn everything we can tell you about where you are going. You must learn of the Jedi, of their fallacies and pride. You must learn of the Sith, of their choices and ego. And you must learn of the many, many people, both good and bad, of the Republic.'

 

1 - Jedi 1
	Defense Bonus(+1/+1/+1)
	Weapon Finesse
	Starting Feats(Force Sensitive, Simple Weapons)
	Talent(Adept Negotiator)
   Feat(Force Training)
   Skills(3+): Use The Force, Acrobatics, Initiative
2 - Jedi 2
	Feat(Skill Focus: UtF)
3 - Jedi 3
	Talent(Force Persuasion)
   Feat(Force Training)
4 - Jedi 3 / Scoundrel 1
	Starting Feat: Pistol Proficiency
	Talent(Force Pilot)
   +1 Int(Mechanics)

Nagai
	+2 Dex, +2 Cha, -2 Con
	Medium
	Spd 6
	Lightning Reflexes(+2 Reflex)
	Soothing Voice(Reroll Persuasion)
	Weapon Fam: Tehk'la Blades

Str	10
Dex	15+2
Con	13-2
Int	11	+1
Wis	17	+1
Cha	16+2

Force Training 1(4)
	Folded Space
	Negate Energy
	Phase
	Surge
	Mind Trick
Force Training 2(4)
	Force Stun
	Force Disarm
	Enlighten
	Kinetic Combat
	Move Object

[Schniderman]

In the clarity of morning, a few more questions have occurred to me:

What sort of posting rate are you aiming for from your players? What sort of posting rate are you aiming for as the GM? Is it your style to leave the player's direction entirely up to themselves, or do you like to have a more active hand in guiding them forward?

As for systematic questions: if starting wealth is rolled, is there any benefit in taking the noble's Wealth talent from the Lineage tree? Would you be alright with having a player take the Natural Leader feat from the FUCG and being a member of a separate organization as well as part of the Fangs?