hey everyone, i'm not sure if anyone knows or remembers me, i used to frequent this thread a lot back in the day (before the forums were wiped). Anyway, i've been going through the new entries recently and i have a suggestion.

 

I would like to invite everyone to do the mary sue litmus test. I'm quite curious what score people get.

44!

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Species/Race: cyborg

Name: folly

Middle Name:

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Gender: f

Date of Birth:

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Age: 28

Height:

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Hair Color/Style: red hair gathered in a large bun with fringe at the top of her head

Facial Appearance: very pale, freckles, very thick pronounced dramatic eye makeup

Eye Color: light green

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Home Planet:

Current Residence: hutta

Allegiance: herself

Profession: bounty hunting, refuses to do delivery tasks

Armor/Clothes: heavy or adaptive armor

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Biography:

objective: proving herself, keeping her edge

let the smugglers scrabble after creds and scutwork, F is out for glory and gold. there's no point in going after a job if it doesn't involve showing off her skills and someone's head on a platter. only the truly skilled test themselves and keep their edge.

and she's one of the best trackers in the galaxy. she means to be the best bounty hunter too, and she'll cut down anyone on her way to the top.

according to her code of honor, she refuses to renege on a contract. it doesn't matter if her bounty offers more money, it's bad for business if clients get wind that she's easily swayed and unreliable.

she's skeptical of mandalorians, family means obligation and she's more into freedom.

she grew up your average middle-class girl -- except she was into guns and ammo. her seemingly wide-eyed naivete as had enemies underestimate her more than once -- a trait she uses to her advantage.

she feels no real ties to the sith empire except it's easier to be bad.

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Species/Race: zabrak

Name: iolle

Middle Name:

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Gender: f

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth:

Age:

Height:

Weight:

Hair Color/Style: dusky brown

Facial Appearance: red

Eye Color: blue

Body Appearance:

Home Planet:

Current Residence: tython

Allegiance: consitor sato practitioner, agricorps

Profession:

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Primary Weapon(s): double bladed lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): shield or focus

Miscellaneous Item(s):

Biography:

sassy and outspoken, all iolle ever wanted to do was heal. she is a natural teacher and healer and enjoys challenging people to help them grow.

Species/Race: ECHANI

Name: ?

Middle Name:?

Last Name:?

Nickname: Kath

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 12/5/1992

Place of Birth: ruins of the star forge

Age: 20

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 278 lbs

Hair Color/Style: long down right side left side shaved silver in color

Facial Appearance: scar down one eye light scruff onhis chin

Eye Color: silver

Body Appearance: his frame speaks of power broad shouldered and trim wired mucle under pale well trimmed skin

Home Planet: noone

Current Residence: none

Allegiance: jedi watchmen and other sentinels

Profession: technician splicer and spy

Armor/Clothes: he wears alight tunic with leather pants and armored boots. wrist cut gloves

Primary Weapon(s): modified brayer pistol, shot staff, simple combat knife 6 "

Secondary Weapon(s): pike saber

Miscellaneous Item(s): cybernetic comlink with private access to his system wristband terminals that also help regulate his force restraint system

Biography: having lived on his own for so long his beginning on dantooine and training there was a surprising and unforeseen burst to knight hood. accepted into the ranks of sentinels by his numerous successful missions and frowned apon confirmed kills of sith lords left him with wonder lust after the murder and deaths of his masters

OOC Info

Server: Jung Ma,

Class: Sith Warrior'

Advanced class: Juggernaut

Alignment: Lightside

Basic Info:

Species/Race: Human, [ May be considered A Cyborg]

Name: Aodoka.

Middle Name: Tanish.

Last Name: Artisan

Nickname: Called Darth Hermit by Some sith behind his back

Gender: Male

Places

Date of Birth: [ Unsure]

Place of Birth: Hoth

Current Residence: His ship, [ Dragoon 2.0]

Physical Appearance

Height: 5'6 [ Body type 2]

Weight: 130 Lbs. [ Body Type 2]

Hair Color/Style: He has long black [ but greying] Hair, which he will usually Slick Back, and A Beard. [ Unsure of how to describe it, but the first one without the Ties]

Facial Appearance: He has many scars on his face, the largest going from his jawline to his left eye.

Eye Color: Dark Green,

Body Appearance: He Has Multiple scars and is heavily tanned. and is Fairly Muscular. He also Has a Prosthetic, which is Dark grey on his right leg.

' Business '

Allegiance: Empire.

Profession: Sith [Lord]

Attire and equipment

Armor/Clothes: He Has a Long Black Armored Robe, And along with the Pants. With even more plating on the right leg, for protection of the Prosthetic

Primary Weapon(s): A Light Saber, with a Black Curved Hilt, [ Making it seem like a Talon] and has Gray-ish coloration, [ the silver-blue crystal]

Secondary Weapon(s): The force

Miscellaneous Item(s): His Prosthetic, and a lightsaber he keeps in memory of his apprentice, [ The Athiss Fusion Core]

Biography:

* Will Post Soon*

Species/Race: Human

Name: Eugene

Middle Name: Kessler (Introduces himself as Kessler.)

Last Name: Laurant

Nickname: The Magician

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 26 years before the story's setting.

Place of Birth: The Underworld of Courscant.

Age: 26

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 168 pounds.

Hair Color/Style: Shoulder length black hair parted to the right.

Facial Appearance: A young attractive face.

Eye Color: Ice blue eyes that have the appearance that they are glowing.

Body Appearance: In great physical shape. Kessler has many tattoos over his body figured to be meaningful to those of a Carnival.

Home Planet: Doesn't claim to have one.

Current Residence: On board a "Carnie's ship."

Allegiance: Kessler doesn't have an allegiance to either the Empire or the Republic. Works as an assassin or mercenary but follows a morale code that neither side can figure out all the parameters of it yet. On a few occasions Kessler has taken a job then had to decline after finding more out about his job. His only true allegiance says with his Carnival that raised him.

Profession: Assassin/Mercenary/Entertainer

Armor/Clothes: http://www.google.com/imgres?safe=off&hl=en&authuser=0&biw=1920&bih=1091&tbm=isch&tbnid=Jx0GC2zmG2VXlM:&imgrefurl=http://solo3d.wordpress.com/scenes/portraits/warlock/&docid=SE68dU71G_2gMM&imgurl=http://solo3d.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/warlock-by-wandong-xu-1.jpg&w=1600&h=1200&ei=MUaEUaijD8O7qgGplIGICA&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:33,s:0,i:269&iact=rc&dur=2345&page=1&tbnh=178&tbnw=250&start=0&ndsp=43&tx=95&ty=46 Face and color scheme.

http://www.google.com/imgres?safe=off&hl=en&authuser=0&biw=1920&bih=1091&tbm=isch&tbnid=Zuh4ZxtzEnEWjM:&imgrefurl=http://community.wizards.com/wiki/Warlock%27s_Handbook&docid=IM9_eW4liRW5hM&imgurl=http://images.community.wizards.com/community.wizards.com/user/malkonnen/964d484648b03bc6706c6ccf1f69f478.jpg%253Fv%253D259200&w=600&h=432&ei=MUaEUaijD8O7qgGplIGICA&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:84,s:0,i:422&iact=rc&dur=754&page=2&tbnh=164&tbnw=219&start=43&ndsp=52&tx=127&ty=88] Body image and armor while not preforming as an entertainer.

As an entertainer Kessler wears a black trench coat that goes down to his ankles and a very elegent suit and tie. He also wears a Kaleesh mask while preforming that he won in a bet against a Kaleesh warlord. That warlord has been trying to get it back ever since.

Primary Weapon(s): A yellow long handle saber staff. It serves as a "show cane."

Secondary Weapon(s): A set of throwing knives hidden from plain sight on the back of his belt.

Miscellaneous Item(s): Smokes grenades that explode on impact. A deck of cards in which he goes through to calm himself or help him make hard decisions.

Personality: Kessler grew a split personality between Kessler and the Magician. One was for the performance and the other for defense and fighting. Both have a theatrical entertainment. Both have been considered to be completely insane, however he has been be properly diagnosed. Kessler is in control of the Magician, however seeing him as a completely Dark equilivant that he doesn't like to release on the world. Kessler is out-going, while the Magician is quiet and keeps to himself.

Biography: Eugene Kessler Laurant "The Magician" was born to a force sensitive Miraluka father and human mother on Coruscant. Both his parents were on the run from the Empire for the belief of stealing secrets in the intention of selling them to the Republic. Kessler's parents agreed to abandon their child for his safety. On Coruscant a Carnival was showing. Against his mother's wishes the father gave the child to the head of the "Carnies" for protection. They agreed on the condition to keep him safe as long as they left to never return for him.

Kessler grew up thinking that he was born into the Carnival life. The leader of the Carnival was a human male by the showname of "Max the Magnificent", but Max to Kessler. Kessler grew close to Max as he aged. By the age of 7 Kessler's force powers started to grow. Max convinced Kessler that his powers were have yet to be discovered by the Galaxy. Kessler's first force power that started to show was his telekinesis. Kessler helped around the Carnival while the show went on, but on his down time he practiced the force. His force powers seemed to be growing exponentially to Max. Max saw Kessler as a great possible asset to bring into the Carnival. Max returned to Coruscant to consult a Jedi that was an old friend of his on what force powers that he knew. Max took this information and tried to train Kessler at a young age.

By the time Kessler was 14 he was extremely proficient in his telekinesis, as well as, draining knowledge on willing or extremely weak minded individuals, Force cloak, Doppelganger, and various mind tricks. Such as Force illusion, Mind control, Force projection. Max by this time has implemented Kessler in his acts labeling him only as the Magician.

Word of the Magician spread quickly throughout the Galaxy as Max and his traveling Carnival bounced from planet to planet. The first to approach Kessler at the age of 16 was the Jedi friend of Max. He introduced himself as Master Chivon. Master Chivon sat in one of Kessler's performances. He was amazed at the teenagers skill within the Force without an force-using teachers. He met with Kessler in his private quarters after the show. He wanted to take a blood sample to count the midi-chlorians levels in Kessler. To the Jedi's surprise the blood sample proved even less than a normal living being's count at 1800 per cell. Kessler wasn't surprised because he was trying to keep what Max told him was "Magic" to himself. Kessler told the Jedi to leave an not come back.

At the age of 20 the Sith Empire finally caught up with Kessler. The Sith spearheading the campaign to find the Magician was much less tactful then the Jedi. The Sith organized a full on assault on the Carnival. However this was not the first time the Carnival came under attack. Each of the own entertainers had their own skills in defending themselves. The Sith grew tired of the resistance so he finally attacked himself. He quickly dispatched all who stood in his way until he got to Kessler. He claimed that there were others like Kessler such as himself. Kessler used his telekinetic power to hold the Sith off the ground in a suspension. Master Chivon was hiding in the shadows watching the actions taking place between the Sith and the young Carnie. Kessler took the Sith's long handle lightsaber. While Kessler was distracted the Sith used his strength to break Kessler's hold on him. The Sith then escaped to attack Max and kill him. Kessler could feel Max's death. Blinded by pure anger and fury Kessler killed the Sith. Master Chivon appeared after pleading with Kessler to calm down. Outraged that Chivon allowed Max to be killed Kessler killed him too.

After paying the proper respects to the dead of the Carnival, Kessler took control claiming himself to be the ring leader and restoring the Carnival to it's former glory. By doing so he has taken assignments from outsiders who have payed handsomely. Kessler prefers to take jobs for the intelligence services. Assassinations are never his favorite but if they pay well he accepts them. Ever since Kessler grew a split personality between Kessler and the Magician. One was for the performance and the other for defense and fighting.

Species: Human

Name: Kaynan

Middle Name: Unknown

Last Name: Tate

Nickname: The Hutt

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: Unknown

Place of Birth: Unknown

Age: 25

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 80 kg

Facial Appearance: no scars

Eye Color: Grey

Body Appearance: Moderate

Home Planet: Unknown

Current Residence: Imperial Fighter Class Fury

Allegiance: None

Profession: Adventurer

Armor/Clothes: Revan Mask, Eradicator Armor Set

Primary Weapon(s): Virtuous Primeval Ardent Blade's Lightsaber White Color

Secondary Weapon(s): Virtuous Primeval Ardent Blade's Lightsaber White Color

Miscellaneous Item(s): Holocom

After defeating his Master Darth Baras he travel across the galaxy collecting reaches to someday destroy both Republic and Sith Empire.

Species: Zabrak (Imperial)

Name: J'mpok

Last Name: Mogh

Gender: Male

Nickname: J'm or Green Marauder

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth: Corellia

Age: 24

Height: 6'7"

Hair Color/Style: Loose, shoulder-length black hair diverted around the horns on his head

Facial Appearance: Red skin, pitted and lined with scars and Zabrak tattoos. the tattoos wrap around J'm's face, ending with a forked 'tounge' emerging above his mouth.

Eye Color: Blue

Body Appearance: Body type three

Current Residence: The Fury Interceptor Batwing

Allegiance: Himself and his family (The Mogh Legacy and his crew)

Profession: General bada**ery; Darth

Armor/Clothing: Green Destroyer armor; Cortoisis-reinforced tuxedos

Primary weapon: Silver-bladed lightsaber with spikes near the blad emitter

Secondary: Bronze-bladed lightsaber, hilt is identical to his main weapon

Other stuff: Holo-disguise, Emergency Med table, mobile carbonite freezer, Portable Rancor Holostatue, Czerka Incendia speeder

Known associates: Vette (Wife), Xixxaia (Daughter), Jaesa Willisaam (Apprentice, Married to Pierce), Broonmark (Err...Adopted Brother? Pet? Carpet? Pet Brother Carpet?), Pierce (Adopted Brother, Jaesa's husband), Malavai Quinn (ummm....Traitorous Bastard?), Khem Val (Taught J'm the Dougie as it was done on the battlefields of Yn and Chabosh), Worrf Mogh (Cousin), Eckard Lokin (Magnificent Bastard), Pretty much everybody in his bloodline.....

Objectives: Kill the f**k out of Darth Baras (Completed), Bada**ery (Completed), Kill things (Completed, but still fun), Learn the Dougie (Taught by Khem Val)

OOC Info:

Server: The Ebon Hawk

Class: Sith Warrior (Juggernaut)

Character:

First Name: Imitiss

Last Name: Mordo

Title: Lord

Nickname: The Prince of Debauchery

Race: Sith Pureblood

Gender : Male

Age: 29

Height: 6’2’’

Weight: 225 lbs.

Physical Description:

Taller and larger than most men, Imitiss is commonly referred to as a giant. Perhaps he has a little overweight, but not much and is very muscular anyway. His skin is as red as blood and his eyes are of a dark yellow. When he stares at you, some could say he is staring at your soul. Needless to say, Imitiss is a pretty intimidating fellow. But he isn’t only intimidating; actually, most people would describe him as very good looking.

He combs his hair, which are black as coal, in a fashionable way. His jaw is strong and square, but not too much and he has a small nose. He always seems to be grinning in a confident way, this annoys some people, but others find him irresistible because of that. Most people could say that a strange aura emanates from him, an aura that commands respect and loyalty, an aura that makes his friends confident and strong. This could be a mix of superstition and his naturel presence, or it could be that the force flows so strongly in him that he influences the view others have of him.

When it comes to clothing, Imitiss likes heavy armors that he wear like it was only a second skin. But the armor he wears are not scraps of metal, they are actually very elegant and are often combined with pieces of clothing such as capes and robes. Imitiss is a very distinguished man and likes when others take notice of him. Even the design of his lightsaber is very intricate. His equipment is worth a fortune, simply because he loves to look stylish. But this doesn’t mean he is a bad warrior, actually, he is one of the most dangerous Sith in the galaxy.

Psychological Description:

Cunning, refined, fun loving, and yet a ruthless master manipulator. This is a pretty adequate description of Lord Imitiss Mordo. He is very smart, smarter than most. He always plans the battles he takes place in and is often leading his men into the battle field, because Imitiss is also a born leader. He appreciates the fine things in life, always staying at the nicest places a planet has to offer, eating in the best restaurants and drinking the best alcohols.

He also enjoys to party, with or without other Siths. He loves women, he loves credits, he loves alcohol, there is no denying that, which is why some of his superiors see him as an irresponsible man, but they are wrong. He taps into his greed and his lust, like other Sith tap into their anger and their fear to gain new strength and power. He has become a master at using emotions and desire to become more powerful.

He can act formally… when the situation is needed, but when he is with his friends, he prefers to drop the act and say what he thinks. He is a Sith Lord, which means he is always planning to gain more wealth or power, but he is also a man of his word, which is rare amongst his colleagues. He punishes treason very severely, even when it profits him. Since he refuses to betray, he prefers to say the truth, in a way that always profits him, because he knows that the truth can sometimes be more powerful than a thousand lies.

Imitiss, like most in the Empire, thinks that humans and Sith Purebloods are naturally more powerful than the aliens. But unlike most of the Sith, if an alien should show some worth, either by his cunning or strength in the force, Imitiss would gladly accept him by his side. He owns some alien slaves. Mostly for his pleasure or the one of his guests, but he is a fair master. Imitiss has one goal in life, since he was born he knew it wasn’t his place to serve. He wants to be on the top, even to be the Emperor perhaps, and to live eternally. Controlling and enjoying the world for ever. But for now, he serves, but he knows the day shall come where people will recognize the name Imitiss Mordo for it’s true worth.

Biography:

Born the son of an unknown human bourgeois merchant on Dromund Kaas and of an infamous Sith Pureblood Lord named Janna Mordo, no one ever thought he would achieve such greatness and become so powerful in the force. He spent his childhood in luxury, receiving one of the best educations in the galaxy and he trained with some of the best weapons masters on Dromund Kaas, becoming a very promising young Sith, unlike some others would think, since other than the fact than being very strong in the Dark Side, the family Mordo never achieved anything great in the history.

Some Mordo in the galaxy even became Jedi and others, who weren’t force sensitive, fled the Empire centuries ago. Needless to say, the name Mordo isn’t looked up on well in the Empire, but Imitiss always wore it proudly. His father, the merchant whom history doesn’t even remember its name, died when he was 12, his mother, the Sith, was killed by a Jedi Master when he was 17. A few months later, he was to leave Dromund Kaas to travel to Korriban to officially train as a Sith.

His training was completed in a record time; he gained power every day spent at the academy. Many powerful Sith Lords and Darth wanted him as an apprentice. A Darth got to be his master. He wanted Imitiss as his enforcer; he crushed every enemy that stood in the way of his master. But there is one thing his master never knew about Imitiss, Imitiss can be controlled for some time, but never fully tamed…

The day came when Imitiss was named a Sith Lord, he was very happy, because he knew that meant only one thing, he would be able to gain more strength than before, so that one day, he would destroy his master and take his place. Imitiss didn’t spend all of his time serving his master, he was planning, forging alliances, forcing some of his enemies into servitude. One day, when he knew he had gained enough power, Imitiss challenged his master.

A great battle ensued, and after a long fight, Imitiss was standing victorious. Of course, he couldn’t admit he had

murdered his master, but people knew he was the real culprit. After that, he didn’t became a Darth, but he knew he would gain this title soon enough. After his great victory, he became his own master in a way. People interested in Sith politics knew he was a great Sith in the making.

He helped the Empire conquer a couple of small worlds and cities, but his latest great achievement was at the siege of Palnans, on Alderaan. He was tasked with visiting an alderanian noble, when a rival house sieged the city he was in, Palnans. Imitiss then took control of the men stationed in Palnans, he knew the walls of the city wouldn’t last long, so he needed to act quickly.

Imitiss and his army were outnumbered fifteen to one, but that didn’t stop him. The siege lasted nine days, on the last day; he opened the gates of Palnans… and stormed out with most of his men in an audacious frontal assault. His enemies thought this was a desperate final attempt to end the siege, but they were wrong. Imtiss had ordered a group of his men to exit the city in secret and to attack the enemy from high grounds.

The Battle of Palnans was won in a day, Imitiss and his men had very few losses, while none of their enemies were left standing. From that day, he was recognized by the people of the Empire as a hero, a protector, someone they trusted, which was rare for a Sith. Rumors say Imitiss caught the attention of the Dark Council, some say the Emperor himself, it is dangerous for such a powerful Sith to gain such popularity amongst the people in so little time. Only time will tell what will happen to Imitiss, will he achieve true greatness, or will he end up as one of the Empire’s many fallen heroes…

Note: I’m also looking for a heavy roleplaying guild, should my character interest anyone, send me a message

Mi’ia Ish

-Faction: Republic, Jedi Order

-Species: Twi’lek

-Current age: 22 years old

-Personality: shy, easily impressed, warm and funny

-Combat Experience: accidentally killed a rouge Manka Cat once...

:Physical Description:

slim

-Eye color: Brown

-Facial structure and Hair style: exotic, full lipped ; as for hair - impressive Lekku, left and also right

-Skin Color: light red

:Combat Equipment:

-Main Weapons: Dual Lightsabers

:Background:

Young and clumsy Twi'lek, Mi'ia, grew up on Alderaan, being cared for by the House Organa's kitchen staff after her father (one of the Organa soldiers) died in what Mi'ia was told was an House of Thul attack. Mi'ia did not have a warm relationship with him because, as she feels, he blamed her for her mother's death during childbirth.

She had spent most of her childhood in the kitchen's garden, where she’s discovered her talent to make things grow and blossom. A Jedi Master Zenká brought the child into the temple after hearing reports of her sensitivity to the force. But Zenká found more on Alderaan then just the youngling, she found out the truth about her father - an executed imperial spy, and felt Mi'ia's mother's presence, signifying that she also is alive and force sensitive but has, perhaps, gone to the dark side. She kept this knowledge from young Mi'ia for her own protection.

(tbc...)

Species/Race: Human with an implant on her jaw due to an "accident" from earlier in her life.

Name: Lynette

Middle Name: Josephine

Last Name: Cole

Nickname: Lynn

Gender: Female

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth: Nar'Shadaa

Age: 31

Height: 5'8

Weight: 135

Hair Color/Style: blonde and usually in a pony tail

Facial Appearance: some slight scarring on her right cheek and very noticeable scar on her throat from having it slit eleven years when she was raped and left for dead.

Eye Color: naturally brown but wears yellow contacts

Body Appearance: slim build

Home Planet: Coruscant

Current Residence: Apartment building near the Senate building

Allegiance: Likes the Republic. Mostly neutral. Has a slight disliking for the jedi, despite being in a family full of them.

Profession: Medical Doctor

Armor/Clothes: leather jacket and black pants. Sometimes a typical white medical coat.

Primary Weapon(s): basic blaster fitted with a laser site

Secondary Weapon(s):

Miscellaneous Item(s): medical scanner and a fanny pack filled with basic supplies. Vibro-knife sheathed on her lower back.

Biography: Born on Nar'Shadaa to Jedi Master Merizan Cole and Lorin Sim. Her father left her and her mother when she was seven years of age on a special mission to infiltrate the Empire; Lynette was never told of this, she just believed he abandoned her and her mother. Had a rough childhood growing up without her father ever being present. Lynette's mother died when she was sixteen. She turned to drugs shortly after, nearly overdosing a few times. Three years later she received a very hefty sum of credits in her mail with a letter attached. It read: "Clean yourself up and make your life worth living. Always thinking of you." It was signed anonymously.

She did as such. She pursued a medical degree and received her PhD.

She works mostly as a mercenary now, selling her expertise to whoever will have her. She was last known to have been associated with a group known as "The Coterie".

NAME: Ra'Ghar

SPECIES: Sith Pureblood

GENDER: Male

ALLEGIANCE: Sith Empire

PROFESSION: Sith Warrior

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil

BACKGROUND:

Ra'Ghar was born on Dromund Kaas into a long line of proud Sith warriors. As notorious for their devotion to the cause of the Empire as their devotion to the Dark Side of the Force, his family sent him to Korriban at the tender age of 9, where he immediately showed aptitude and ferocity in combat. Upon the completion of his final trials, Ra'Ghar was taken as an apprentice by Darth Festis. Festis used Ra'Ghar to his own ends, but the latter proved stronger and slew his Festis, becoming a Darth himself at the age of 25.

Darth Ra'Ghar prizes strength above all else; in his eyes, those who are strong have the right to use that power however they wish, while those who show weakness are destined to either perish or serve the strong. He views those who wield the Force as the embodiment of strength, and shows respect to Jedi and Sith alike who demonstrate strength in battle. However, this is balanced by his utter lack of regard for innocent lives, or for those he considers cowards; a civilian who never fights is nothing more than an insect to be stepped on, and a defector from the Republic will be dealt with as swiftly and harshly as a traitor to the Empire. Those who serve him well are well rewarded for their efforts, but live in perpetual fear of failure, which Ra'Ghar views as a sign of weakness.

Many are the Jedi who have tried to turn Ra'Ghar toward the Light, but it is always in vain; the Dark Side fuels him, and defines his very existence. In addition, he is fiercely loyal to the Empire and the Emperor, who he sees as the strongest of all, and therefore one worthy of following. The concept of betraying that loyalty is abhorrent to him, and the prospect of dying in the service of the Empire and the Dark Side is the greatest honor he could conceive of.

Species/Race: Rattataki

Name: Prakkak

Middle Name: Vaclyon

Last Name: Televas

Nickname: The Crow

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 15 BTC

Place of Birth: Rattatak

Age: 25

Height: 6"1'

Weight: 178Ibs

Hair Color/Style: Bald

Facial Appearance: Pale Grey with traditional tattoos on his face

Eye Color: Pale Yellow

Body Appearance: Slender and Athletic.

Home Planet: Korriban

Current Residence: Dromund Kaas

Allegiance: Empire

Profession: Sith Sorcerer

Armor/Clothes: Heavy, dark purple robes with dark green designs, a plain golden mask covers his face.

Primary Weapon(s): An ancient lightsaber, with a pulsing purple blade.

Secondary Weapon(s): His force powers (i.e. lighting, etc.)

Miscellaneous Item(s): He always has a small talisman hanging from his belt.

Biography: ((Just started this guy, so it's still a w.i.p.))

Species/Race: Human

Name: Osawe

Middle Name: Riddic

Last Name: Pranick

Nickname: Os

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: N/A

Place of Birth: Tatooine

Age: 28

Height: 6' 3

Weight: 240lbs

Hair Color/Style: Brown

Facial Appearance: Scarred from Battle w/ Battle Tattoo, beard (matches hair color)

Eye Color: Brown

Body Appearance: Stocky Build, athletic

Home Planet: Tatooine

Current Residence: Aboard his ship the Castelis

Allegiance: Republic

Profession: Trooper (Commando)

Armor/Clothes: Heavy Armor

Primary Weapon(s): Assault Cannons

Secondary Weapon(s): Durasteel Knuckles & Explosives

Born on Tatooine the exact date of his birth is unknown. He grew up moisture farming with his mother, father, and brother Zigoris. He would occasionally go out with his father's old rifle and shoot womp rats for fun, while his brother Zigoris would always stay and work on some wierd device for their farm. Osawe and Zigoris never got along to well, Osawe was the nicer of the brothers and Zigoris was more evil. The tension between the two only grew as they had gotten older.

Then at the age of 18 Osawe's family farm was attacked by Tusken Raiders while he was out with his father's rifle. Without a weapon to defend themselves Osawe's mother and father were killed, but Zigoris nor his body was any where to be found. Osawe had searched and searched for his brother until he had found him at one of their family's distant moisture evaporators. Osawe had told Zigoris the whole story about what had happened, including the part where he had taken their father's gun and left the farm defenseless. Zigoris grew angry and blamed Osawe for everything that had happened, Osawe as well grew angry and hit Zigoris with the stock of their father's gun. They fought a little then eventually gave up trying to kill eachother and decided to go to the nearest town, for there was nothing left for them at their home.

They eventually arrived in Anchorhead and took up jobs as bartenders to make some money. Then one day at the bar Osawe had seen the unthinkable something that changed his life forever. A group of thugs were hassling the owners of the bar for protection money, breaking furniture and anything else they could get their hands on. Then out of no where a Republic Commando strolls into the bar for a drink and sees the ordeal. He first tries to talk the thugs out of their ways or someone might get hurt, they refused. Then the Commando pulled out his gun and took down the whole gang of thugs without even one shot from the thugs. Osawe was impressed and appoached the Commando asking what his name was the Commando replied "Son you don't need to know my name, you need only to know that you owe me a drink."

After the whole ordeal Osawe ran to his brother Zigoris and told him he was joining the Republic military. Zigoris grew angry and just stormed off without even a word. It was there at that moment Osawe would never see his brother again whether he is alive or dead Osawe will never know.

During basic training Osawe had shown incredible skills towards assault cannons and explosives. His leadership test scores were just below average, but it wasn't good enough to be in command of a squad. So he was assigned to a demo squad as their heavy hitter. Eventually due to acts of bravery and merit Osawe had been promoted up to the rank of Major and is in command of his own team of specialized troops otherwise known as Task Force Epsilon. He was also given a ship a small cruiser as his base of operations he named it Castelis. He now currently aids the Republic in anyway he can, whether that be combat or helping evacuate civilians. Osawe still hunts for his brother as well, using his resources to find his brother or at least know what happened to him. But whatever happens Osawe will always answer the call of the Republic or die trying...

First name: Droga

last name: avaricious

race: Human (cybernetic)

gender: male

facial look description: firmly cut from temple to chin, particularly in the jaw and cheek regions. a scar runs along the left side of his face which was the result of torture. cybernetics on his eyes which are used to calculate and find weaknesses in enemies along with an ability to read one's body chemisty to determine the best courses of action.

body appearance: Slender, normal height (about 6'2"), athletic

hair: white, slicked back

place of birth: Unknown (found in a secret Korriban tomb)

date of birth: unknown (found on korriban about the same time the sith empire re-took it)

alliegence: publically, the sith empire. personally, himself

profession: Sith Inquisitor, main role is to weed out enemies both inside and outside of the empire

Armor/Clothes: sith robes

primary weapon: the dual lightsaber that was found with him

Secondary: A strong will of the force

Misc items: a Holocron that is only readable to him

Biography:

Not long after the Empire took Korriban back from the republic, excavations of the tombs there led to a long ancient elevator marked with signs of old that read (those who tresspass here do so at their own perial, for inside contains the either the future of the empire or it's destruction). when the excavation teams inside the tomb did not return, members of the dark council entered the tomb themselves (mainly because they were the only sith lords planet side at the time). what they found shocked them, a man, still alive, with chains from everydirection holding him in place, that and a few dozen ray shields. thats where they found the excavation team, dead, and drained of their life essence. the dark council could feel the corruption in the room, and the power this man had even behind the chains and ray shields.

when the ray shields were disabled the man spoke: "you know its not polite to intrude on a person sleeping" an evil smile creeped across his face. "i suppose your wondering what brought me to such a lovely place? its simple, fear." his smile got sharper. " i was feared by sith and jedi alike probably because i hunted both." the dark council felt uneasy for the first time in their lives. he looks up at the council, exposing the tortured face of his, and a smile as sharp as a blade "so they locked me in here and threw away the key, but its not that bad in here, i mean i get free meals like those friends of yours" the council looks down at the excavation team, some clentch there fists at the audacity of this man for attacking imperials, other laugh to themselves either for the same reason or out of amusement.

"i cant help but feel like my stay here has been longer than was welcome so could you be so kind as to get these chains off of me?" the council looked at each other, and began to discuss, the man rolled his eyes. "fine ill do it my self" and then the room began to shake and the chains began to crumble. the man was free. the council all turned and pointed their lightsabers at the man. the man rolls his neck and rubs his wrists "sorry about that but i was getting impatient" the man flourishes (an elegant like bow) before the council "Droga Avaricious at your service." the sharp smile all the more evident as Droga looks up at the council mid bow and stands back up. the dark council lower their lightsabers and one of them, Darth Xidonis, speaks to Droga: "we are the dark council, second only to his majesty the emporer, are leaders of a vast empire of the sith. we give you a choice. join us or die where you stand. Droga laughes " I like your enthusiasm... i agree, but if you try to make me bow the last thing you will see is my lightsaber cleaving your head off." this enraged some of the council. " you may call apon me when you need me but i require a ship of my own and free reign to do what i want until called." Xidonis agrees. then the group leaves and the legacy of Droga Avaricious Continues as a Dark Lord of the sith.

Species/Race: Human

Name: Renrius

Middle Name: Oxijus

Last Name: Veron

Nickname: Renri or Ren

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: BTC 22,136

Place of Birth: Tython

Age: 22,140

Height: 6" 2

Weight: N/A

Hair Color/Style: Grey messy

Facial Appearance: Scars all over face

Eye Color: Brown

Body Appearance: Tall and muscular

Home Planet: Tython

Current Residence: Tatooine

Allegiance: Republic

Profession: Jedi Warrior

Armor/Clothes: Replica robes of Naga Sadow

Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): N/A

Miscellaneous Item(s): N/A

Biography: Too long for me to be bothered to type. Basically a Rakatan machine has kept him alive.

Name: Chi'vas

Middle Name: Vandri

Last Name: Ji'haldri

Nickname: Sometimes called by his friends the Dark Lord of the Jedi

Species/Race: Human

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 26 BTC

Place of Birth: Coronet, Corellia

Age: 38

Height: 5 ft, 11 in

Weight: 190 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Black, short enough to not get in the way, yet long enough that he doesn't have to cut it often.

Facial Appearance: Slightly thin and angular.

Eye Color: Green

Body Appearance: Strong, but not heavily muscled.

Home Planet: Corellia originally, Tython as per the Jedi Order.

Current Residence: Coruscant, when not somewhere else.

Allegiance: Republic

Profession: Jedi Knight...for now.

Armor/Clothes: Black robes with red trimmings, black armor underneath.

Primary Weapon(s): Two blue lightsabers, which are planned to be made green upon promotion to Master.

Secondary Weapon(s): A small blaster pistol concealed in an arm holster.

Miscellaneous Item(s): Standard utility belt with Holo-com, Ascension cable, and whatnot.

Biography: Chi'vas Ji'haldri began Jedi life in a completely normal and typical manner...although with a war going on. Thus, almost nothing of note happened in his life that is any better then anyone else's until he became a Padawan. As a Padawan, Ji'haldri become rather enamored with a certain long dead or disappeared Jedi: Revan. Revan was able-after falling to the dark side and returning-to fully master both the Light and Dark sides of the force, the embodiment of the Force itself. He did not use both sides, he merely walked the fine line between them, not straying over to either side. This gave him power, but he had not used the power of either side specifically. Ji'haldri theorized that if he could go beyond what Revan had done, and not just walked the path in between the Light and Dark Sides, but rather reached into both sides of the Force equally, he could surpass even the legendary Revan in his ability. If he could combine the strict control over one's emotions that the Jedi had, with the Sith embrace of those emotions, and become able to control and direct his emotions to his will, he could potentially accomplish this. It was not a desire for power that drove him to this goal, like many Sith and fallen Jedi, but instead a desire for knowledge and ability. This, and his ultimate goal, drove him for the rest of his life. He practiced control, summoning up an emotion and letting it fill him completely-for hours sometimes-then suppressing it and forcing it back into the recesses of his mind, to be called upon when required again. By his promotion to Jedi Knight, he had gotten quite good at it, although he had not attempted any practical use. He also became quite good at lightsaber combat, wielding a pair of blades in webs of light around his opponents. When he was finally promoted to Jedi Knight, he was not in time for the war, the Treaty of Coruscant having been created nearly a year before. Thus he was understandably displeased with not being able to test his abilities on a real battlefield. He was able to do the next best thing though. During the next few years, he did a fair bit of work for SIS, performing ops against crime syndicates and other pro-imperial organizations on worlds like Tatooine and Nar Shaddaa. Now that recently the war has been heating up again, and more recently starting in earnest, Ji'haldri has found the battleground he wanted. He has been able to test his abilities, and has done so, earning the notice of some of the Jedi Council even. He has practiced the skills he developed over the years, and although he is not yet ready for something as overwhelming as the infamous Sith Lightning attacks, he is growing nearer to his goal. He expects to soon be promoted to the rank of Master, but still doesn't know when that will be.

Species/Race: Zabrak

Name: Dragous

Last Name: Akiri

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Typhon

Age: 23

Hair Color/Style: 5 horns with one broken

Appearance: He is a red skinned Zabrak with black markings starting at the back of his head in the shape of a spider, and running past both sides of his head to his face.

Eye Color: orange

Home Planet: -

Current Residence: Nar Shadar

Allegiance: Empire

Profession: Sith Maruder

Armor/Clothes: http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/347/6/7/we_will_prevail_sith_closeup_by_tanathiel-d4iu7wl.jpg

Primary Weapon(s): Purple Lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): Offhand Black/Purple lightsaber

Biography:Dragous was born a orphan, his mother died of child birth and his father was killed in battle. For 4 years, he lived in a orphanage, there he discovered that he was force sensitive. This caused the other kids to fear him, especially since he did not know how to control it. Then came the day where Dragous got into a fight with another kid and ended up almost killing him bychoking the boy with the force. Tthe jedi visited the orphanage the next day, claiming that they sensed a great connection tot he force within him and invited him to the academy on Typhon. Of course Dragous accepted.

At the academy, Dragous saved a boy from being killed by a beast outside the acdemy, this boy became Dragous's friend in return, his name was Jun. For this, Jun and Dragous were put together to be trained by the same master, their master was a human called July. Over Dragous's training, July became Dragous's mentor and mother figure, Dragous respected her more then anyone.

Finally the day came for Dragous and Jun to complete their trials and become Jedi Knights, they were willing and ready, But Dragous didn't know that this wouldn't end well. When Dragous went to complete his trial, he passed with flying colours until he was ambushed by a band of mercenaries. In a hard battle, Dragous managed to win the fight, but was greeted with terrible news when the leader told him that they had been hired by Jun.

In the light of this betrayal, Dragous was consumed with rage and hunted down Jun. Dragous found and fought Jun, he managed to beat Jun and was ready to kill the man for what he had done. But he was stopped by his own master, July ended up slashing him across his chest with her lightsaber to subdue him. She was disgusted at what he'd become and personaly exiled him from the order.

A year later while on a cruise ship, Dragous found himself captured by the empire when the ship was attacked. Dragous was taken prisoner and put in a cell, while in the cell Dragous thought back to his rage and used that to break out. Dragous ended up slaughtering most of the troops on the ship before being stopped by the two appentices of the man who controled the ship, Darth Salvanis.

With his rage, Dragous killed the two apprentices by taking their lightsabers and choking them. Though with the apprentices as a distraction, the imperal troops surrounded Dragous and were about to kill him, but were stopped by Salvanis. Salvanis stated that he saw potential in Dragous and wanted to take him in as a apprentice, Dragous accepted in despiration.

To train Dragous, Salvanis sent him to stay in the Dark Temple for a week to mentally train him against dark corruption. Dragous was driven to near insanity in the first two days, but learned to adapt and stayed strong, keeping the memory of Jun so that his rage would block out the temple's power. On the last day, Dragous discovered a screaming Twi'lek deep in the temple, she had been thrown in the temple for some sick joke and was dragged deeper by its ocupants.

Dragous befriended the Twi'lek after calming her down and helped her out of the temple. When emerging from the temple, he asked if she could accompany him, to which she agreed. Darth Salvanis was pleased with the result of the training, though he assumed that Dragous had taken the Twi'lek in as a slave and continued with the training.

In a mysterious strings of events, the Twi'lek and Darth Silvanis were killed, supposedly by Dragous himself. After this Dragous seemed more determined in his service to the empire, but was different somehow.

Species/Race: Cathar.

First Name: Wy'vern.

Middle Name: None.

Last Name: Syunil.

Nickname: Dragon.

Gender: Male.

Date of Birth: Nobody is certain.

Place of Birth: Balmorra.

Age: 21.

Height: 5'05.

Weight: 135 lbs.

Hair Color/Style: Brown, More of a Mane than a Hairstyle.

Facial Appearance: No beard, Very few markings, mostly around his eyes.

Eye Color: Dark Blue.

Body Appearance: Muscular, Fit build.

Home Planet: Balmorra

Current Residence: Onderon

Allegiance: Republic Military

Profession: Special Ops, Front line warfare, Demolition, Ion Warfare

Armor: Heavy Republic Military armor set; Blood Red coloring

Primary Weapon: YN-92 Shock Rifle

Secondary Weapon: Cryo Grenades

Miscellaneous Item(s): Flare gun, Large amounts of Ammunition, Energy Cell packages, etc.

Biography:

Wy'vern Syunil, Code-named and Nicknamed Dragon, is a commander in the Republic Military. He got started on his career when he found the corpse of a Republic Soldier on , and next to it, a YN-92 Shock Rifle which was very badly damaged. He *somehow* repaired it and has been using it ever since (And he never told anyone how he did it, too.). A Republic Commander saw him on the field and watched as he killed an entire squadron of Imperial Soldiers with an improvised Shock Rifle (Wy'vern was currently 19 years old). After the combat was finished, the Commander brought Wy'vern with him to a Republic base, where he was sent to a Republic Military training facility.

Wy'vern got his nickname and Code-name "Dragon" by having very ruthless efficiency, especially when using Ion and Pyro Weapons. Other than his basic information, not many people know that much about his past, and he isn't about to give away facts on his past.

Species/Race: Human (cyber)

Name: Kestra

Middle Name: Louise (but if you use it, she'll shoot you in the face)

Last Name: Phana

Nickname: Kes

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Undecided, somewhere in Imperial space

Age: 30

Height: 1,70 m

Hair Color/Style: White, long and thick, worn in a loose bun at the top of her head

Facial Appearance: cybernetic implants on her forehead and in a chain from behind the ears to her nostrils, of poor quality. Acquired after an incident when she was too poor to afford better, she can't live without them. Scarring on the left temple, cheek and neck.

Eye Color: Blue

Body Appearance: pale-skinned, curvaceous, deceptively softly feminine in appearance (but don't let it fool you), not so much physically beautiful as "stunning" because of her presentation.

Home Planet: ?

Current Residence: no fixed address

Allegiance: Herself/Her crew/the Republic (a distant third) - in that order

Profession: Smuggler, freelance jack-of-all-trade

Armor/Clothes: low-key and discreet, preferably trousers and boots and nothing that restricts her movement or breathing. Cleans up good when she wants, but she doesn't want all that often...

Primary Weapon(s): blaster pistols

Secondary Weapon(s): vibroknife

Miscellaneous Item(s):

Biography:

She was born on a minor Imp planet to two Imperial bureaucrats of little consequence. When she was 10, she was "admitted" to an Imperial school, along with her younger brother Miklo, that was recognised for leading straight into service. Miklo thrived in that environment but Kestra, who so far had not shown an ounce of independence or rebellion found herself stifled. The rules made no sense to her and she could not shut down that part of her brain that would not allow her to simply accept the absurdity and carry on like the others.

She left "home" when she was fourteen, and, being unprepared for the mean, hard world had a very rough time of it at first. She was not particularly educated, skilled or talented. She was also a rather plain teenager with brown hair and no "attributes" that would open other doors to a young woman out on her own. After suffering a couple of years as the other unfortunates in her situation, with no prospects and nothing to hope for, she overheard a conversation that changed her life. Unfortunately, it wasn't the part that stayed with her that did it, rather the part she was not meant to hear... or repeat...

In some ways, she was extremely lucky. Sure, she ended up as cannon fodder in a minor warlord's "army" but at least it put a blaster in her hand. Most importantly, it made her realise that she really, really did not want to die. With that great a motivator, she worked her butt off to learn, buff and figure out everything that looked like it could be useful for someone dedicated to survive. It was then that she found her neglected intelligence, which she had forgotten that she possessed. One can achieve anything if one is willing to work for it, and if one has money and freedom. Kestra had one of three, so she decided to acquire the other two.

It was still when she was keeping her head down, playing dumb grunt for petty warlords out in the Rim that she found herself in a sticky situation. She was "rescued" by a Republic force after having spent a long time crawling through stinking tunnels and pipes in the darkness. When she was "healed" she had lost all pigmentation of skin and hair. Her skin eventually turned a more natural shade of "pale" but her hair remained white. She was sent to a facility meant to help restore her mental health. She left for the same reason she had left the Empire school.

She found her new looks first an obstacle, being memorable (for a human) then eventually, when she learned to use it, a boon. The unusual colouring made her seem more attractive than the plain, ordinary brunette had been. With the right make-up and a bit of swagger and projected confidence, people seemed to find her a lot more attractive than she really was. She joined a smuggler's crew because he offered good terms, liked to surround himself with attractive armed females, and preferred males in his bed.

They were decent years, all told and she earned enough money and enough reputation to set off on her own. She bought first a small ship, nothing much but enough to start running a few jobs. Eventually, she had enough to hire some pirates and boarded and took the ship she renamed "Freedom's Ransom" from the man who had burned the left side of her face and left her so brain damaged that she could not function without the cheap cybernetic implants she would wear all her life.

I would like to invite everyone who has posted (or is thinking about posting here) to do this Mary Sue character test. I'm curious to see how it turns out.

The character in my signature scored a 31.

I would like to invite everyone who has posted (or is thinking about posting here) to do this Mary Sue character test. I'm curious to see how it turns out.

 

The character in my signature scored a 31.

Love that test! I got 53.

"Kestra Phana is suspiciously similar to you as you'd like to be. She may be popular, or she may not, but no matter what she's impossible to ignore; she stands out... just the way you always wanted to. There's never been anything special about her that she could see; boy, is she in for a surprise. She's come in for her share of hurt, but gotten off with minor damage. And you've been pretty kind to her, always ready to intercede on her behalf and give her a nice easy victory.

You may have let yourself get a little too close to Kestra Phana. Maybe she's you as you wish you were, or maybe you're just afraid no one will like her and are trying to give her a free ride. Have some confidence in your writing! Kestra Phana is a good character. Give her room to be herself before you stifle her."

I'll take it. After all, isn't that the whole point of RP? Pretending to be the person I always wanted to be?

Species/Race: Human

Name: Anstadyl

Middle Name: Ewan

Last Name: Kenebi

Nickname: Cuts

Gender:Male

Age:31

Place of Birth: Alderean(Err spelling I am unsure of lol)

Height: 6'2

Weight: 196 LBS

Hair Color/Style: Black, Long, very well kept

Facial Appearance: Light scar along the right side of his face, large Havoc symbol tattoo on right side

Eye Color: Bluey Grey

Body Appearance: Large, muscalar

Home Planet: Alderan

Current Residence: None

Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral(Really on the Pub side)

Profession: Armormech

Armor/Clothes: Heavy Armor, sorta like Bounty Hunter armor (CM)

Primary Weapon(s): Esseles Autocannon(Upgraded

Secondary Weapon(s): Sheild Generator

Miscellaneous Item(s): Pistol(Cutscenes only)

Biography:Anstadyl 'Cuts' Kenebi is a former lietenant in the Republic Military. Two years ago, Cuts was taken as a prisoner of war. Tortured for two weeks, Cuts was rescued when a small squad of elites raided the base he was in. They sent a Medical Evac team to get him back to safety. Once there, exstensive medical procedures were needed to heal his many ailments including, many large cuts on his right foot that had become infected, 4 broken ribs, a broken femur, a broken nose, lung failure, 6 broken phalanges, broken ankles, and many other things. Unwilling to pay, the Republic drugged him and left him to die when a mysterious donor left enough credits to buy all the bacta and treatments needed. Cuts right foot had to be amputated, but there was enough credits left over to buy a top of the line bionic one. Having fully recovered, Cuts left the military. He drifted around till he helped found a shipping company.

Sorry for the bad spelling, but I really cant spell

I would like to invite everyone who has posted (or is thinking about posting here) to do this Mary Sue character test. I'm curious to see how it turns out.

 

The character in my signature scored a 31.

I got a 19. Not sure on the whole score system here. Is it like golf or football?

Species/Race: Miraluka

Name: Brykh

Middle Name: N/A

Last Name: Artosis

Nickname: N/A

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 28 April

Place of Birth: Alderaan

Age: 19

Height: 1.4 meters

Weight: 30 kg

Hair Color/Style: Reddish-brown , short

Facial Appearance: Scorching across side of face from lightsaber attack

Eye Color: Mask is just a patchwork rag

Body Appearance: Thin and small

Home Planet: Alderaan

Current Residence: Nomadic

Allegiance: Empire

Profession: Assassin , Interrogator , Imperial Reclamation Service Officer , Sith

Armor/Clothes: Suit of armour greatly increasing stature with respirator mask.

Primary Weapon(s): Electrostaff (Green)

Secondary Weapon(s): Sabrestaff (Orange)

Miscellaneous Item(s): Force Focus , Cybernetic right hand , implants to reduce deterioration of body.

Biography: Born into a family of powerful Miralukans , Brykh became a schemer from intoductions to the nobles they had mind-wiped. Became an apprentice on Korriban after training in Mentalism for most of his life. His master cut off his hand as punishment for his arrogance. He searched up rituals from Tatooine and Balmorra for use on Nar Shaddaar where his family used these rituals on him. He began suffering madness and severe Dark Side corruption and eventually needed his Exosuit filled with Kalcta (solution of Kolto and Bacta , canon) to stay alive.

Likes : Suicide , Insanity , Aliens , Scheming , Power

Dislikes : Rationality , Mercy , Purebloods , Humans , Humility , Giving up Power , Anti-alien Sentiment