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Crew Manifest
- Vardaen
- Admin
- Posts: 66394
- Location: Miskatonic University
- Title: Great Old One
- User Class: Unshackled AI
Crew Manifest
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
- Shurijo
- Admin
- Posts: 13979
- Title: Scourge of the Jedi
- User Class: Sith Lord
Re: Crew Manifest
Name: Maojomal "Mal" Verlaine
Template: Custom
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195
Age: 27
Race: Human
Language: Basic, and 1 TBD
Appearance: Dark hair, average looking human.
Background:
Mal is disillusioned with his past and coming to grips with his life choices that he’s made over the last five years. So, he began wandering the Outer Rim planets in search for redemption, but found only nightmares and depression leading to heavy usage of alcohol and drugs. He soon gave up on living and nearly died before he was rescued by a Wookiee pilot in need for a crew member that spoke basic.
Since then, Mal has traveled the Outer Rim slowly began recovering from his vices. Within the ship’s new crew, Mal has kept his past hidden and doesn’t share much insights into his former life. To others, his concerns (or maybe paranoia) over both Empire remnants and New Republic members keeps his fingers on his trigger and out of the spotlight.
Personality:
Doesn’t talk much. Dependable, smart, a little cynical and pessimistic, tired, and hard-headed. Knowledgeable about tactics, military equipment, and weapon systems. Well rounded and trained to handle most situations including starship piloting and gunnery. At a young age, he was quite naive which has lead him know to being heavy jaded about believing anything or in anyone.
Quote: "Don't believe anything."
Objective: Mal is too busy dwelling on his past to think about the future. Ultimately, his goal would be to make up for his past mistakes... and perhaps somehow redeem himself in the process.
Template: Custom
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195
Age: 27
Race: Human
Language: Basic, and 1 TBD
Appearance: Dark hair, average looking human.
Mal is disillusioned with his past and coming to grips with his life choices that he’s made over the last five years. So, he began wandering the Outer Rim planets in search for redemption, but found only nightmares and depression leading to heavy usage of alcohol and drugs. He soon gave up on living and nearly died before he was rescued by a Wookiee pilot in need for a crew member that spoke basic.
Since then, Mal has traveled the Outer Rim slowly began recovering from his vices. Within the ship’s new crew, Mal has kept his past hidden and doesn’t share much insights into his former life. To others, his concerns (or maybe paranoia) over both Empire remnants and New Republic members keeps his fingers on his trigger and out of the spotlight.
Personality:
Doesn’t talk much. Dependable, smart, a little cynical and pessimistic, tired, and hard-headed. Knowledgeable about tactics, military equipment, and weapon systems. Well rounded and trained to handle most situations including starship piloting and gunnery. At a young age, he was quite naive which has lead him know to being heavy jaded about believing anything or in anyone.
Quote: "Don't believe anything."
Objective: Mal is too busy dwelling on his past to think about the future. Ultimately, his goal would be to make up for his past mistakes... and perhaps somehow redeem himself in the process.
- Grimbold
- Moderator
- Posts: 10309
- Location: Austria
- Title: Professor
- User Class: Scholar
Re: Crew Manifest
Name: Chakossa ("Chack")
Template: Wookie First Mate
Height: 2.2m
Weight: 130kg
Age: 45
Race: Wookiee
Language: Shyriiwook, Basic (can not pronounce Basic)
Appearance: Scruffy Black Hair with some white stripes
Chakossa, a Wookiee with thick black hair, got his hands on an old YT-2660 freighter, the "Nomad Wyaaaaa" (Nomad+Shyriiwook for "Hello"), and (being stubborn) he decided to become a trader captain. He soon found out that his stubborn way, his inability to speak basic and his low social skills lost him most contracts, so he decided to get in a partner who (could speak basic, had at least some social skills, was a decent gunner, ...). He found Mal Verlaine in a bar on an asteroid mining station in the Outer Rim. Since then, they have been plowing the Outer Rim space routes, just barely getting by.
Template: Wookie First Mate
Height: 2.2m
Weight: 130kg
Age: 45
Race: Wookiee
Language: Shyriiwook, Basic (can not pronounce Basic)
Appearance: Scruffy Black Hair with some white stripes
Chakossa, a Wookiee with thick black hair, got his hands on an old YT-2660 freighter, the "Nomad Wyaaaaa" (Nomad+Shyriiwook for "Hello"), and (being stubborn) he decided to become a trader captain. He soon found out that his stubborn way, his inability to speak basic and his low social skills lost him most contracts, so he decided to get in a partner who (could speak basic, had at least some social skills, was a decent gunner, ...). He found Mal Verlaine in a bar on an asteroid mining station in the Outer Rim. Since then, they have been plowing the Outer Rim space routes, just barely getting by.
- Muskrat
- Level 21 Elite
- Posts: 10513
- Location: The Secret Places Beneath the Earth
- Title: Keeper of the Hidden Word
- User Class: Scholar
Re: Crew Manifest
Character Name: Muzhy Zilvando
Race: Devaronian
Template: Failed Jedi
Age: 45 years
Languages: Basic, Devaronian, Huttese
Description: Muzhy is a middle-aged Devaronian male, though his experiences have left him looking older than his years. He dresses in a long leather coat, designed to intimidate people. His outward demeanor is somewhat rough and bitter, but underneath he desperately wants to help people and make the Galaxy a better place, feeling guilty about the years of Imperial rule he spent in hiding.
Backstory
Muzhy was raised as a Jedi student in the Old Republic, serving as a padawan to Master Assok, a Mon Calamari Jedi, during the Clone Wars. When Order 66 was initiated, he and Assok were at a meeting of Jedi and clone troopers planning strategy. The carnage was horrifying. Assok ordered Muzhy to run. Muzhy ran—and kept on running.
When he realized the enormity of what had happened, Muzhy went into hiding, burying his identity as a Jedi. He tried to build a new life for himself, drawing on his Jedi training to work as a bodyguard. As he saw the horrors of the Empire, Muzhy’s sense of survivor’s guilt was compounded by the sense that he ought to do something to challenge the Empire, but being too scared to act. He never got rid of his lightsaber, but he didn’t use it, learning to use his fists and a blaster instead. After a while, he even began suppressing the Force powers he had been trained in, eroding his knowledge of them. Life as a bodyguard under the Empire wasn’t easy, and Muzhy made some poor judgment calls and he ended up increasingly in debt to unsavory underworld figures. As a result, he frequently found himself working for some unsavory characters. To top it all off, he regularly had nightmares about the assassination of his master and the other Jedi that he witnessed. He started drinking heavily to erase the sense of guilt and to blot out the nightmares.
When the Rebellion overthrew the Empire and established the New Republic, Muzhy felt some weight lifted from his shoulders. Surely, he thought, the New Republic would come and set things right. Muzhy was working for Sazzan Sahng, a notorious Bothan slaver, something that disgusted him. He waited and waited for the New Republic to come set the slaves free and arrest his employer. And then he realized that the New Republic was stretched too thin, that they weren’t coming, and if he wanted to see the slaves free, he would have to do something himself. So he freed the slaves and in the ensuing fighting killed the person he had been hired to protect.
Figuring his career as a bodyguard was shot, he instead hired himself out as security on a transport. The rumors of the restoration of the Jedi have caused him to break out his lightsaber again and begin relearning the Force powers he once knew. He also swore off drink—which means the nightmares have come back. He would like to chase down the rumors of the new Jedi order, but is too ashamed to do so. He feels like he needs to redeem himself first, so he is particularly interested in chasing down Jedi artifacts and is willing to risk himself to protect the innocent.
Race: Devaronian
Template: Failed Jedi
Age: 45 years
Languages: Basic, Devaronian, Huttese
Description: Muzhy is a middle-aged Devaronian male, though his experiences have left him looking older than his years. He dresses in a long leather coat, designed to intimidate people. His outward demeanor is somewhat rough and bitter, but underneath he desperately wants to help people and make the Galaxy a better place, feeling guilty about the years of Imperial rule he spent in hiding.
Backstory
Muzhy was raised as a Jedi student in the Old Republic, serving as a padawan to Master Assok, a Mon Calamari Jedi, during the Clone Wars. When Order 66 was initiated, he and Assok were at a meeting of Jedi and clone troopers planning strategy. The carnage was horrifying. Assok ordered Muzhy to run. Muzhy ran—and kept on running.
When he realized the enormity of what had happened, Muzhy went into hiding, burying his identity as a Jedi. He tried to build a new life for himself, drawing on his Jedi training to work as a bodyguard. As he saw the horrors of the Empire, Muzhy’s sense of survivor’s guilt was compounded by the sense that he ought to do something to challenge the Empire, but being too scared to act. He never got rid of his lightsaber, but he didn’t use it, learning to use his fists and a blaster instead. After a while, he even began suppressing the Force powers he had been trained in, eroding his knowledge of them. Life as a bodyguard under the Empire wasn’t easy, and Muzhy made some poor judgment calls and he ended up increasingly in debt to unsavory underworld figures. As a result, he frequently found himself working for some unsavory characters. To top it all off, he regularly had nightmares about the assassination of his master and the other Jedi that he witnessed. He started drinking heavily to erase the sense of guilt and to blot out the nightmares.
When the Rebellion overthrew the Empire and established the New Republic, Muzhy felt some weight lifted from his shoulders. Surely, he thought, the New Republic would come and set things right. Muzhy was working for Sazzan Sahng, a notorious Bothan slaver, something that disgusted him. He waited and waited for the New Republic to come set the slaves free and arrest his employer. And then he realized that the New Republic was stretched too thin, that they weren’t coming, and if he wanted to see the slaves free, he would have to do something himself. So he freed the slaves and in the ensuing fighting killed the person he had been hired to protect.
Figuring his career as a bodyguard was shot, he instead hired himself out as security on a transport. The rumors of the restoration of the Jedi have caused him to break out his lightsaber again and begin relearning the Force powers he once knew. He also swore off drink—which means the nightmares have come back. He would like to chase down the rumors of the new Jedi order, but is too ashamed to do so. He feels like he needs to redeem himself first, so he is particularly interested in chasing down Jedi artifacts and is willing to risk himself to protect the innocent.
- Othniel
- Level 12
- Posts: 1545
- User Class: Wanderer
Re: Crew Manifest
Name: Naomi Vas
Template: Custom (Togruta Force Sensitive)
Height: 1.8m
Weight: 68kg
Age: 25
Race: Togruta
Language: Basic, Togruti, Shyriiwook (understand only)
Physical Description and Personality:
Naomi has a slim build and stands at an average height. Her coloring is a golden hue with grey and dark blue lekku and montrals. She wears nondescript clothing and tries not to stand out too much lest others take notice of her. Still, she has a nice smile and sometimes cannot resist flashing her eyes at some she takes an interest in. She hasn't formed any lasting relationships, save perhaps for the crew she currently belongs to, because she has trouble trusting others.
Naomi has been running for what feels like a very long time. Her father, who was a Jedi Padawan when the Republic fell, taught her as much as he dared of the Force, but was eventually slain by Jedi hunters. Naomi has spent the last ten years on the run, living hand-to-mouth, and trying to put her talents for use while staying one step ahead of the Empire. She's worked for the Rebellion as a scout a few times, but could never fully commit. Now with the destruction of the second Death Star and rumors of a Jedi fighting for the Rebellion, Naomi has decided that she wants to be trained as a Jedi and follow in her father's footsteps, but she is torn between this and the urge to stay unnoticed by the galaxy at large.
Background:
Kind and curious from a young age, Naomi Vas always wanted to see what wonders the galaxy held. Sadly, she got her wish with the death of her father, Noman Vos, who had been a Padawan when the Republic fell and the clone troops turned upon their Jedi commanders. Noman's own master had been slain by a Jedi-turned-inquisitor, but before he became one with the Force, made his Padawan promise that he would work to see the Jedi rise again. Noman Vos went into hiding on Kiros and for many years lived as a hermit. The Togruta population there would not leave him alone, however, or perhaps he grew tired of living by himself, as Togruta are a social people. For a time the war was forgotten and Noman married a woman named Alara Ri who gave birth to their daughter, Naomi.
The Empire did not leave them alone, however, and a human merchant and Imperial sympathizer gave them away. Noman took his daughter and fled, hoping that by leaving they would spare his wife, Alara, and the others left behind. The two tried to lose themselves on the Smuggler's Moon of Nar Shaddaa, but Noman was finally cornered and slain by stormtroopers in a fericious battle. Naomi took up her father's lightsaber and slew the remaining troopers, but her father made her promise that she would stay alive in hopes that the Jedi might rise again. Since then, Naomi has been on the run and fallen in with some of the seedier elements of society. What has become of her mother, she doesn't know, as she has not tried to make contact in the ten years she's been gone. She does know that the Empire visited some form of retribution on the community there on Kiros, and she's assumed the worst. She carries this with her along with a feeling of guilt that she could not save her father, ever since.
Objectives:
Naomi has been running for what feels like a very long time. Her father, who was a Jedi Padawan when the Republic fell, taught her as much as he dared of the Force, but was eventually slain by Jedi hunters. Naomi has spent the last ten years on the run, living hand-to-mouth, and trying to put her talents for use while staying one step ahead of the Empire. She's worked for the Rebellion as a scout a few times, but could never fully commit. Now with the destruction of the second Death Star and rumors of a Jedi fighting for the Rebellion, Naomi has decided that she wants to be trained as a Jedi and follow in her father's footsteps, but she is torn between this and the urge to stay unnoticed by the galaxy at large.
Template: Custom (Togruta Force Sensitive)
Height: 1.8m
Weight: 68kg
Age: 25
Race: Togruta
Language: Basic, Togruti, Shyriiwook (understand only)
Physical Description and Personality:
Naomi has a slim build and stands at an average height. Her coloring is a golden hue with grey and dark blue lekku and montrals. She wears nondescript clothing and tries not to stand out too much lest others take notice of her. Still, she has a nice smile and sometimes cannot resist flashing her eyes at some she takes an interest in. She hasn't formed any lasting relationships, save perhaps for the crew she currently belongs to, because she has trouble trusting others.
Naomi has been running for what feels like a very long time. Her father, who was a Jedi Padawan when the Republic fell, taught her as much as he dared of the Force, but was eventually slain by Jedi hunters. Naomi has spent the last ten years on the run, living hand-to-mouth, and trying to put her talents for use while staying one step ahead of the Empire. She's worked for the Rebellion as a scout a few times, but could never fully commit. Now with the destruction of the second Death Star and rumors of a Jedi fighting for the Rebellion, Naomi has decided that she wants to be trained as a Jedi and follow in her father's footsteps, but she is torn between this and the urge to stay unnoticed by the galaxy at large.
Background:
Kind and curious from a young age, Naomi Vas always wanted to see what wonders the galaxy held. Sadly, she got her wish with the death of her father, Noman Vos, who had been a Padawan when the Republic fell and the clone troops turned upon their Jedi commanders. Noman's own master had been slain by a Jedi-turned-inquisitor, but before he became one with the Force, made his Padawan promise that he would work to see the Jedi rise again. Noman Vos went into hiding on Kiros and for many years lived as a hermit. The Togruta population there would not leave him alone, however, or perhaps he grew tired of living by himself, as Togruta are a social people. For a time the war was forgotten and Noman married a woman named Alara Ri who gave birth to their daughter, Naomi.
The Empire did not leave them alone, however, and a human merchant and Imperial sympathizer gave them away. Noman took his daughter and fled, hoping that by leaving they would spare his wife, Alara, and the others left behind. The two tried to lose themselves on the Smuggler's Moon of Nar Shaddaa, but Noman was finally cornered and slain by stormtroopers in a fericious battle. Naomi took up her father's lightsaber and slew the remaining troopers, but her father made her promise that she would stay alive in hopes that the Jedi might rise again. Since then, Naomi has been on the run and fallen in with some of the seedier elements of society. What has become of her mother, she doesn't know, as she has not tried to make contact in the ten years she's been gone. She does know that the Empire visited some form of retribution on the community there on Kiros, and she's assumed the worst. She carries this with her along with a feeling of guilt that she could not save her father, ever since.
Objectives:
Naomi has been running for what feels like a very long time. Her father, who was a Jedi Padawan when the Republic fell, taught her as much as he dared of the Force, but was eventually slain by Jedi hunters. Naomi has spent the last ten years on the run, living hand-to-mouth, and trying to put her talents for use while staying one step ahead of the Empire. She's worked for the Rebellion as a scout a few times, but could never fully commit. Now with the destruction of the second Death Star and rumors of a Jedi fighting for the Rebellion, Naomi has decided that she wants to be trained as a Jedi and follow in her father's footsteps, but she is torn between this and the urge to stay unnoticed by the galaxy at large.
- Vardaen
- Admin
- Posts: 66394
- Location: Miskatonic University
- Title: Great Old One
- User Class: Unshackled AI
Re: Crew Manifest
The Nomad Waaaaay
YT-2660 Light Freighter - Always in need of repairs
YT-2660 Light Freighter - Always in need of repairs
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
- RorytheRomulan
- Level 12
- Posts: 1836
- Location: US
Re: Crew Manifest
Name: Djoranth Voll, "Jory"
Template: Street Padawan (custom-made)
Race: Rattataki
Age: 15
Height & Weight: 5'10"/130lbs
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Binary
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Physical Description
A chalk-white adolescent youth with symmetrical sets of twin tribal markings crossing his cheeks from the back of the head, over the temple and jawline straight to lip and chin, and partway down the neck. A couple more markings trace the curvature of his sockets beneath his pale grey eyes. He wears a set of padded dark plainclothes with the hood drawn over his bald head.
Personality
*WIP*
Objectives
Find his adoptive father's killer and get revenge. Train in the Force ("What are you talking about? What's that?" *Points at lightsaber hilt*). Don't starve. Never be alone.
Template: Street Padawan (custom-made)
Race: Rattataki
Age: 15
Height & Weight: 5'10"/130lbs
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Binary
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Physical Description
A chalk-white adolescent youth with symmetrical sets of twin tribal markings crossing his cheeks from the back of the head, over the temple and jawline straight to lip and chin, and partway down the neck. A couple more markings trace the curvature of his sockets beneath his pale grey eyes. He wears a set of padded dark plainclothes with the hood drawn over his bald head.
Personality
*WIP*
Objectives
Find his adoptive father's killer and get revenge. Train in the Force ("What are you talking about? What's that?" *Points at lightsaber hilt*). Don't starve. Never be alone.