A Different Tale (Star wars)

[Ankoku]

A Different Tale

This story is based loosely off of 'Knights of the Old Republic', so please familiarize yourself with it, if you have not already.

The last hope or defeating the Dark Lord Revan failed. Revan defeated the Jedi who snuck on board his ship, killing Bastila in the process. Malak fired on Revan's ship, but did not harm him, for Revan had met the Jedi in the halls. Revan's ship was destroyed, but Revan managed to make it onboard Malak's ship. Malak was killed there in a massive battle.

Revan's conquest has reached farther into the Republic. Yavin, and it's moons have been taken, as well as Tantooine. Soon, Revan will begin his way into the Core Worlds. But there are those who may be able to stop him. But... If they don't, the Galaxy will fall to the Sith!

A VERY short summary, I understand. If you know KotOR (Or have access to Wikipedia) you shouldn't have any trouble. Unlike my...Other RPs, I will not be playing the major part in this RP. Instead I take on the roles of those you will meet, a describer of your surroundings, and one extra part. A certain droid I love. (HK-47 FTW!)

You will NOT start off a Jedi, unless I give you permission to do such. You will NOT start off on a certain side, unless I say so. Your actions will, however, change your side. I will send regular PMs, or when you ask, to tell you which side your on as of yet. Depending on your side, certain things may, or may not happen. This is very much like the game. You will need to talk to people to learn things, travel to different sections to gain quests, and even ask your companions things.

Not everyone will be a Jedi, or Sith. You'll need permission from me to even hold a Lightsaber. The kind of occupation, and skills you have determine if you will even be able to hold a sword. Any 'Force' powers will be received through permission from me.

Some of you will be in a forced partnership, others will not. Your occupation may, or may not, affect many other things in your template. I am subject to reject, or ask to edit templates.

The rules you should know. They are that you cannot cheat in any way. This includes GMing, PPing, controlling NPCs (Which is who I am.), sending me threatening PMs, and so on. Other things are that you must PM me your template beforehand. In said PM, include Bastila's last name. It should not be hard for you to find. Also, certain things will be decided over PM. Romance is encouraged. Posts do not need to be novel-sized but I do expect some literacy. 1 1/2 paragraph minimum. Since I am not the best writer myself, some of my parts may be a bit... Lacking, but you do not need, nor want to know every facet of a Sith Soldier on the street.

Characters that are needed (List is subject to change):
None as of yet

Characters participating (List is subject to change):
Ankoku - NPCs, area describer, HK-47, and other miscellaneous parts.
Ultima Keyblade - Tereez
Number XIV - Exile
Dark Philosopher - Xarckes
MasterofTerraOblivion (Needs to be accepted)
Roxas Returns (Needs to be accepted)
Black Fighter (Needs to be accepted)

Template

Name
Age
Gender
Race
Appearance (If a picture is all you have it is all right.)
Personality
Homeworld
Occupation
Weapons Generally Used
Skills (Can include Repairing, Healing, Stealth, Fighting, and other such things. This is limited only by your imagination, though you may only have one.)
History (This is the complicated part. You will PM me a full history, but post a partial one, with no details. Others may ask about your past, and disclose small details at first.)
Anything else you may want to add

My HK-47 template

Name - HK-47
Age - Unknown
Gender - None
Race - Droid
Appearance - http://images1.wikia.com/starwars/im...hotoshoot1.jpg
Personality - HK-47 is a high-performance assassin droid, who excells and delights in all manner of violence. About the only person safe from the droid's bloodlust is his current master,(although friendly fire is a very real and lethal threat). He ismore than willing on several occasions for his last master to rip the head off of anyone who only slightly annoyed him. In fact, the droid was quite eager for the chance, causing the master a considerable amount of unease around the droid.

The droid has several odd quirks in his programming. Whether these were intentionally installed by his creator or simply part of his protocol droid package was never known. For one, HK-47 acts very dignified and had a definite sense of pride. He considers himself extremely superior to all organics and all droids except for his last master, who was the only person he seemed to admire, mostly for the, as he put it, "creative atrocities" he performed. Perhaps his oddest trait ishis speech. While using a very extensive and refined vocabulary, HK-47 vocally labels anything he says, stating what type of statement he is making. For example, if asking a question, he would say "Query:" then ask his question as normal.

Despite his inherently menacing appearance, he is often mistaken for a protocol droid by many, and he used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature. HK-47 is an adept and patient killer, as well as highly innovative, especially for a droid. Amusingly enough, his primary function (before it was damaged) was known as his assassination "protocols."
Homeworld - Unknown
Occupation - Droid Assassin/Companion
Weapons Generally Used - High Level Carbine Rifle, Two Heavy Blaster Pistols, multiple Grenades, and a Sith Sniper Rifle.
Skills - Assasination
History - Memory damaged. Requires efficient Mechanic to repair.

I have put much time and effort in this. Please join.

[Number XIV]

Name: Mira Kast, the Exile

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: An average-height, black-haired woman with light tan skin (Asian appearance), the Exile is a very average sort of beauty- a combination of average features coming together to make an above-average whole. Her eyes are brown, and hard to stare into, as they betray the hardships of her life. Her hair is short, straight, and spiky banged, managing to look attractive even though she hardly touches it. Her face is smooth and unblemished, despite her obviously conflict-rich past. She wears a simple light tan tunic with matching pants.

Personality: Quiet, thoughtful, and decisive. The Exile is not one for empty speech, only speaking when she has something worth saying. She's quite charismatic, and a natural leader. She is strong in her convictions, and dedicated to her cause. Since her exile, however, she has no cause, and this has let some bitterness and submissiveness seep in to fill the gap. She generally knows what people want to hear, and can get through tight spots with her understanding of the situation.

She takes a rather hands-off approach to morality, deciding that most incidents not directly involving her are none of her business. She still stands by the decisions that made her an exile, earning her the disgust of those few Jedi left.

Homeworld: Dantooine

Occupation: In between professions

Weapons Generally Used: Vibroswords, double-bladed vibroswords

Skills: She gets by with her impressive, but not fully developed, mechanical aptitude.

History: After years of wandering the Outer Rim aimlessly for years, fleeing a terrible past, word of Revan's conquest has reached her ears, and she finds herself returning to the Republic, to Tatooine, knowing that she must do something- though she's not entirely sure what side she's on.

[Ulti]

Name: Tereez
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Bothan
Appearance: Tereez stands exactly 5 foot, putting her in the ranks as one of the tallest Bothans to exist. She appears as a dog-like humanoid with gray fur that covers her body from the tip of her ears to the tip of her paw-like toes. Tereez's hair is a light shade of brown which she keeps up in a high ponytail. Like the rest of her, she has canine-like eyes that shine like diamonds. Although both of her ears should be upright, the right one is bent in a 45 degree angle that was bent by a violent struggle when she was a child. Tereez wears casual clothes during her breaks; black pants, white shirt, green vest, brown belt. When she has a job to do, she always has a pair of loose-fitting black clothes on hand.

Personality: Tereez has little opinion on anything. Being a neutral race, she does not hate or love. She doesn't care who hires her for work. Spying is her skill and she does it without a fuss. Though underneath her bland exterior, Tereez has some laws that she herself follows.

Honor is of high importance to her. If her boss does not honor his enemies, she is most willing to rid herself of him or her. Be it by leaving the job or, if the hirer threatens, killing the boss. Tereez is not a murderer either. She will not kill anyone unless it is in self-defense. Dirty work is not apart of her career. The war between Jedi and Sith does not concern her so she does not bother getting herself involved. If Tereez had her way, she would be sipping wine in a comfy chair by the sea.

Homeworld: Bothawui
Occupation: Spy-For-Hire
Weapons Generally Used: Tereez, being the sneaky devil that she is, usually uses blade weapons for they are a lot more silent than a laser gun. Her favorite weapons would have to be her combo pair, Moss and Raek. Moss is a thin steel sword with a dark blue handle that curves around her wrist if used. Raek is a dagger, also with a dark blue handle that curves around her wrist when used. Moss is used for long-ranged battling while Raek is used for close-combat and silent strikes.

Skills: Spying
History: Tereez was born to Fenn and Irys Plot'nel on her home planet, like any other Bothan. Being born with a famous family name was a great honor, for it belonged to a hero from Bothan myths. So it was no wonder why her family was treated with great respect. It didn't go to Tereez's head though. She rather disliked the treatment. She would rather be a normal Bothan than one with a famous last name.

Interested by the idea, she rented herself out as a spy. It was in a Bothan's nature to be of the sort. They were perfect for the job. It was rather easy to get the job as well. A Bothan spy was a prized one. The pay was good. The jobs were simple to her quick mind. She enjoyed her job. None were too hard or dangerous for her skills. A smooth way to live through life.

[Dark Philosopher]

Name: Xarckes De'Nuerta

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Tall and pale, Xarckes gives the impression of someone you would pass on a dark night, and e mediately speed up to insure your own safety. He wears an assortment of mismatched leather clothing, with scorched armor plates, strapped tightly over his chest, stomach and back. His hair is a dark brown and looks greasy and unruly. His eyes are a pale sickly green, that seems to glow dully.

Personality: Despite his intimidating appearance Xarckes is a generally good person, he doesn't seem to be overly cruel or hateful towards anyone, and though his carrier is focused around violence, he focuses only on his targets, avoiding other conflicts. He's not the kinda person you'd expect to risk his life to save you, but he'd probably not watch you die if he had to you.

Homeworld: Coruscant

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Weapons Generally Used: Two Identical Vibroswords

Skills: Sword combat, also has a heightened sense of danger and his environment

History: Xarckes' childhood has been shrouded in shadows, and not many care to get close enough to him that to find out more, however he claims to have been born on Coruscant, though he'll say no more about it. He has slowly but surely worked up to being an established bounty hunter of the dark and, slightly corrupt Coruscant underground. He takes contracts and wanted announcements of all kinds and though he doesn't see the difference between light and dark, he tends to chose more contracts on the heads of those of the Sith Empire than of the republic, because the destruction of worlds isn't good for anyone's business.

[Maverick E.S]

Name: Ni'lyn Silos

Age:21

Gender:Male

Race: Human

Appearance: African american with light brown skin. He has mini dreds that go a little past his neck. With green eyes.Wears long sleeved black shirt and grey shorts that go almost to his ankles.

Personality: Can be quite when not around anyone to talk to,when he gets mad he REALLY gets mad. He likes to fight for fun land ikes to play tricks on people and is a happy and kind hearted person...when he isn't playing tricks and jokes on people that is. He does not like to hurt people or commit any law breaking but to survive what other choice did he have...

Homeworld:Coruscant
Occupation: Nothing at the moment he is a "street rat" as they would say at the moment
Weapons Generally Used: 2 long and slender swords with markings on them.
Skills: He is very authletic

History: His parents were taking away from him when he was 7 by a sith jedi. He was forced to be a street rat and take food from markets and live off the streets. So he could get away from the merchants and anyone else who would chase after him for stealing food he kept fit by excerising and other methods to keep his strength up. He has never been caught till this very day but no one who take him in or give him a job for that manner becuase of how he lived off the streets so long.

[Mono Morsa]

OOC: Looks like fun, hold me a spot.

[Roxas Returns]

Name: Jaden Larso

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race: Human

Apperance: Jaden is tall (6'3") and semi buff man. His face is marked with scars and burns. He proclaims that they were the lessons he learned from being assassin. Has a blue right eye and a red left one. His hair is blood red. He weres a mandalorian armor from his first kill. The armor has gone through several modifications to help withstand vibroblades and blaster shoots.

Pesonality: Jaden likes to play with his prey. Jaden is very confident in his abbilities and is rightfully so. He often plays games to keep things intresting or other wise. Has a way with making people see his way of thinking, in other words very manipulative. Jaden does not succubb to his temper much (he perfers to keep a clear mind) but when his anger gets too great he loses all sense of his humantiy and lets his temper control him.

Homeworld: Dantooine
Occupation: Assassin
Weapon: Assasins Rifle, Double Vibroblade
Skill: Highly manipulative

History: Jaden, since he was born hated the Repulblic the Republic took his family away durring the Madalorian war. His parents went to help the alliance agianst the mandalorians. But they where betrayed when disinformation made a Republic warship destroy the ship his parents were on. There ship was orbiting Malachor 4. When Jaden was old enough he snuck abourd a ship from Dantooine for Corruscant but was caught and was shipped for Nar Shaddaa were he was slaved out to a man named Logan Cole. Logan was a assassin Jaden asked Logan (using his persuasive skills) if he could teach Jaden the ways of a assassin. Logan aggred eager to see what Jaden could do if he could stay alive.

Jaden stayed with Logan til he was 17 when Logan was ambused and killed by the very same target he was after. Jaden then took his ship and started his own carrer. Jaden has learned a lot from Logan and has become a very skilled assassin. His view on the Republic is still bad but he has learned to distrust all. Jaden has had a secretive motive for all the assassinations, he hopes that he will find the person who gave the disinformation to the Republic warship that killed his parents. When he finds the person he shall show them no mercy.

[Number XIV]

Edit-added my chara, the Exile.

[Ankoku]

Okay, we've got a few people as of yet, but c'mon guys, join. We could make this a real quest. ^^ Of course, you have a vague quest as of yet.

[Ulti]

Also, get some damn aliens over here D=< You never saw a giant group of humans a lot. SW = Aliens! Don't make me the odd one out =X

[Roxas Returns]

kk fix some things out hope that its good now

[darkisaac]

Name: Isaac...

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Isaac is a human of medium build. Though he has no outstanding physical features, he is agile and nimble. His eyes are a golden hue, his mane of untidy hair a dark brown, and he is aproximately 5' 9". He sports basic smuggler clothing: some dark pants, a pistol holster, and a brown jacket over his crimson shirt.

Personality: Isaac is an energetic and optimistic kid. Though he's spent most his life beneath the law, and in questionable living conditions, he finds a silver lining in most stuations. Though he has his share of fears and insecurities, he often overcomes them by trusting his abilities and talents. He is usually calm and collected, however, he has some trouble holding his temper when he believes he's been treated unfairly.

Having lived most of his life in the slums, he's used to underhanded tactics, and has become quite a talented con-artist. Furthermore, he's learned to ignore the law for the most part, and he usually looks at authority figures as irrelevant. He's impulsive, as any teen would be, and he is very loyal to his friends. His time as an orphan on the street has given him empathy forthose who are less fortunate, and he often risk his own safety to help others.

Homeworld: Corellia

Occupation: Smuggler

Weapons: Isaac learned how to fire a blaster at an early age, as an orphan in Corellia, and over the years he's managed to learn to use basically anything he gets his hands on. He's used anything from a metal pipe to a vibroblade.

Abilities: Isaac is quick and agile, building his acrobatic abilities over years of escaping after stealing something.He is an accomplished marksman, having practiced everyday since he was eight.

Skills: Though he is a good fighter, his true skill is stealth (Due to years of skulking and stealing) And he also posessed something that can't really be called a skill...and that is luck. Most of his escapades have ended in him being extremely lucky, and saving himself by making the right decision in the nick of time.

History: Born in Corellia to a mechanic, and his smuggler wife, Isaac had always llived in the slums, and in near poverty.When his parents died he was only eight years old, and he became a street wandering orphan. As a boy he was a scoundrel, stealing, and mugging for money and food. By the time he was thirteen, he started working for a smuggler, where he learned not only how to pilot, but also how to fix and build things (something he picked up quickly because he always watched his father work)

By his late teens, Isaac became a well known smuggler throughout Corellia, having enough money to buy his own ship, and starting his very own smuggling business. However, to his dismay, Revan's conquest had been putting a halt to smuggling runs. Angered by this, Isaac resolved to find a way to help against Revan's tyranny.

[Maverick E.S]

Ok i edited my template so i should be good now

[Ankoku]

OOC- We start on Monday. I shall go over the final applicants on Sunday night, so JOIN.

[Ankoku]

Okay, you may start.



Tantooine, a desert planet. A giant brown ball suspended in the darkness of space. This planet is surrounded by a blockade of Sith ships.The planet holds many people, alien and human alike. One such human is an Exile. This Exile is being called somewhere. A city called Arrowhead. A shop run by an Ithorian named Waka Laka. A droid in the corner, named HK-47.

This droid has a certain... It's indescribable. He just has the force around him. Something about him is a tremor in the force. Something about him...


Coruscant, a city-planet. This giant city is the final refuge for the republic. The Sith fleet is approaching. Quickly. This planet holds all of these destined fighters, besides the Exile. Most are in the apartments. Some are around the city.

There are two Jedi on the planet. Both are looking for those destined for greatness. If they die though... The Jedi are not known. Neither name, nor appearance. They will appear before them though, and they are looking.