(Reply to Stevenson) I can lose the story line, with time difference an' all. But I try to keep up.
(Reply to Atma) Sweet! Time for some Rebel Ownage!
Starwars RP
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Um Max, two things. First off, you really shouldn't use your first post to try and join a RP. It's bad forum ettiquet. You reall should introduce yourself and hang around the forums for a bit before trying to join. Although, since this is Atma's RP, if he's ok with you joining then I guess you're in.
Second, and this is from a story perspective. Considering that your character is 25, and considering when this RP takes place, your character and Darth Vader couldn't have possibly been alive at the same time.
Second, and this is from a story perspective. Considering that your character is 25, and considering when this RP takes place, your character and Darth Vader couldn't have possibly been alive at the same time.
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Stevenson
- Shiny Wobbuffet Prince
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After reading your bio, I aggree with Josiah. I didn't read it before, jsut noticed the lack of punctuation.
Stevenson's Vocabulary Word of the Week:
Foment: (verb) To excite or arouse, i.e. 2014's Week of Randomness hopes to foment some activity on the forums.
Stevenson's Latin Phrase of the Week:
Brutum Fulmen: (senseless thunderbolt) This phrase, coined by Pliny the elder, is used to refer to an empty threat.
Foment: (verb) To excite or arouse, i.e. 2014's Week of Randomness hopes to foment some activity on the forums.
Stevenson's Latin Phrase of the Week:
Brutum Fulmen: (senseless thunderbolt) This phrase, coined by Pliny the elder, is used to refer to an empty threat.
Name: Zek Bloodmoon
Age: 25
Specie: Human
Status:Jedi Knight
Affiliation:Rebel
General Appearance : Long black hair, medium hight, white skin colour
Clothing: Black robes, black shirt black pants, brown belt for equipment.
Force Sensitive: Yes(y)
Jedi level: Exile, was once a knight
Jedi Class: Jedi Consular
Saber Colour: Purple
Style:Form II Makashi
Perosnality: Layed back, can be a nice and helpful person but hates seeing innocents hurt, his emotions tend to take over in those times.
Bio: Zek was found by the council at the age of 4, he was taken for training at the main Jedi temple by a master known as Furia Lyra human women from Dantooine on the outer rim. Zek was highly skilled in the force at a young age and was allowed to take the trails at the age of 15, when Zek became a knight he was sent too many battles and had seen much blood; at times he questioned the Jedi council for taken part in so much violence. Zek was so skilled that he almost made the rank of master but the council stated that his sense of judgement was too weak and decided to keep him at the rank of knight. Zek was angered at there choice but decided to just let it go.
During a battle on Hythrope IV, Zek's old master Furia was slayen by an unknown sith lord. Zek after that event took on his own padawan learner named Danik, a young Zabrak. Over time Zek showed Danik as much as he could in the force, it was until one day Danik turned to the dark side and murdered a group of young jedi. Zek had orders from the council to hunt him down, Zek faced his old padawan in battle and cut him down, sick with the council and the way they cut off there emotions, Zek went into self exile.
Since then Zek became a drifter going from planet to planet doing jobs and helping people in need, at times he was angered at slavers and bounty hunters watching them hurt innocents, the council have sometimes kept a close eye on Zek thinking he may one day fall to the dark side, to prevent this they wish to get him back and help control his emotions but Zek stays clear from them and keeps to himself.
During the rise of the empire Zek kept his energy masked so he could avoid detection from the sith. Since then his sense of justice took over and he joined the rebels.
Age: 25
Specie: Human
Status:Jedi Knight
Affiliation:Rebel
General Appearance : Long black hair, medium hight, white skin colour
Clothing: Black robes, black shirt black pants, brown belt for equipment.
Force Sensitive: Yes(y)
Jedi level: Exile, was once a knight
Jedi Class: Jedi Consular
Saber Colour: Purple
Style:Form II Makashi
Perosnality: Layed back, can be a nice and helpful person but hates seeing innocents hurt, his emotions tend to take over in those times.
Bio: Zek was found by the council at the age of 4, he was taken for training at the main Jedi temple by a master known as Furia Lyra human women from Dantooine on the outer rim. Zek was highly skilled in the force at a young age and was allowed to take the trails at the age of 15, when Zek became a knight he was sent too many battles and had seen much blood; at times he questioned the Jedi council for taken part in so much violence. Zek was so skilled that he almost made the rank of master but the council stated that his sense of judgement was too weak and decided to keep him at the rank of knight. Zek was angered at there choice but decided to just let it go.
During a battle on Hythrope IV, Zek's old master Furia was slayen by an unknown sith lord. Zek after that event took on his own padawan learner named Danik, a young Zabrak. Over time Zek showed Danik as much as he could in the force, it was until one day Danik turned to the dark side and murdered a group of young jedi. Zek had orders from the council to hunt him down, Zek faced his old padawan in battle and cut him down, sick with the council and the way they cut off there emotions, Zek went into self exile.
Since then Zek became a drifter going from planet to planet doing jobs and helping people in need, at times he was angered at slavers and bounty hunters watching them hurt innocents, the council have sometimes kept a close eye on Zek thinking he may one day fall to the dark side, to prevent this they wish to get him back and help control his emotions but Zek stays clear from them and keeps to himself.
During the rise of the empire Zek kept his energy masked so he could avoid detection from the sith. Since then his sense of justice took over and he joined the rebels.
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Stevenson
- Shiny Wobbuffet Prince
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- Joined: Sun Sep 04, 2005 4:13 pm
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Lightsaber form? Jedi Class? Hmm, you don't play the Star Wars Rolepalying game, do you?
And mash, I meant don't leave the forums and don't stop posting here.....
And mash, I meant don't leave the forums and don't stop posting here.....
Stevenson's Vocabulary Word of the Week:
Foment: (verb) To excite or arouse, i.e. 2014's Week of Randomness hopes to foment some activity on the forums.
Stevenson's Latin Phrase of the Week:
Brutum Fulmen: (senseless thunderbolt) This phrase, coined by Pliny the elder, is used to refer to an empty threat.
Foment: (verb) To excite or arouse, i.e. 2014's Week of Randomness hopes to foment some activity on the forums.
Stevenson's Latin Phrase of the Week:
Brutum Fulmen: (senseless thunderbolt) This phrase, coined by Pliny the elder, is used to refer to an empty threat.
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Stevenson
- Shiny Wobbuffet Prince
- Posts: 4434
- Joined: Sun Sep 04, 2005 4:13 pm
- Location: The Undisclosed Location
....That has nothing to do with it.....
Stevenson's Vocabulary Word of the Week:
Foment: (verb) To excite or arouse, i.e. 2014's Week of Randomness hopes to foment some activity on the forums.
Stevenson's Latin Phrase of the Week:
Brutum Fulmen: (senseless thunderbolt) This phrase, coined by Pliny the elder, is used to refer to an empty threat.
Foment: (verb) To excite or arouse, i.e. 2014's Week of Randomness hopes to foment some activity on the forums.
Stevenson's Latin Phrase of the Week:
Brutum Fulmen: (senseless thunderbolt) This phrase, coined by Pliny the elder, is used to refer to an empty threat.
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William Zed
- Torchic
- Posts: 81
- Joined: Fri Nov 18, 2005 12:23 am
hope im not to late
Name:Niverus
Age: unknown
Specie: unknown (some have seen short glimps of exposed fur when damaged armor falls of of him leading them to beleave hes a wookie)
apperence: unusualy tall and clade from head to toe in recycaled droid armor with a small comparment on his back for his little pet.
Status: Bounty Hunter
Affiliation: nuthral (hope i spelled that right)
Clothing: robotic armor made from the parts of destoryed Dark Trooper along with some other droids including the circits of a protical droid used in his helmut to instantly traslat his word both, both hiding his real voice and native toung.
weapons: a vest asortment of blasters usualy carrying two or three with him at a time.
Perosnality: unruley, cinical, and anger prown, Niverus wont do anything for anyone else unless he gets something out of the deal,
Bio: close to nothing is known about this person, Niverus just one day seemed to appeared out of knowhere. he seem to know nothing about anyplace, outside of some small backwords parts, but makes up for his ignorence by not hasitating to attack who hes hunting when there finaly found, usualy aiming to kill. filled with a lot of hate twords what seems like the whole galaxy (sorry if thats spelled wrong) the only clue to his past is when he once said "the bigest mistake my people ever made was letting this war come to are home world."
well i hope this is exceptable
Name:Niverus
Age: unknown
Specie: unknown (some have seen short glimps of exposed fur when damaged armor falls of of him leading them to beleave hes a wookie)
apperence: unusualy tall and clade from head to toe in recycaled droid armor with a small comparment on his back for his little pet.
Status: Bounty Hunter
Affiliation: nuthral (hope i spelled that right)
Clothing: robotic armor made from the parts of destoryed Dark Trooper along with some other droids including the circits of a protical droid used in his helmut to instantly traslat his word both, both hiding his real voice and native toung.
weapons: a vest asortment of blasters usualy carrying two or three with him at a time.
Perosnality: unruley, cinical, and anger prown, Niverus wont do anything for anyone else unless he gets something out of the deal,
Bio: close to nothing is known about this person, Niverus just one day seemed to appeared out of knowhere. he seem to know nothing about anyplace, outside of some small backwords parts, but makes up for his ignorence by not hasitating to attack who hes hunting when there finaly found, usualy aiming to kill. filled with a lot of hate twords what seems like the whole galaxy (sorry if thats spelled wrong) the only clue to his past is when he once said "the bigest mistake my people ever made was letting this war come to are home world."
well i hope this is exceptable
i have a little trouble with spelling, so if i say something you cant read, pm me ill try to rephase it, if you can understood what im saying but still want to yell at me about spelling, its your own problem.<br><br><a href='http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/6256/zeds0bd.png' target='_blank'>My sprites</a>
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Atma
- Pokémon Champion
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- Joined: Tue May 10, 2005 1:29 pm
- Location: Wherever here is.
- Contact:
<span style='color:00a000'>210 ABY
Darth Necrid:The sole surviving sith lord of the previous conflict, is seen looking out the window of his new starship:The wyvern Reminescing about the recent events in his life...
It has been five long years since the previous defeat of the sith army known as "The order of the talon". Five long years Darth Necrid and the remnant forces have been in exile, since the fall of thier previous master: Darth Raptous. Who died at the hands of two jedi knights and one imperial knight. Five long, grueling years of enduring the pain of watching his Mandalorian bretherin suffer the same tragedy as they did all those years ago.
Suddenly he stops. A soldier is outside, and wants to speak with him.</span>
"Lord Necrid!" <span style='color:00a000'>The soldier says</span> "Preparations for the Orthros are complete! We're ready when you are!
<span style='color:00a000'>Necrid looks up. A tiny gleam is seen reflecting off of the red visor of his black mask.
"Very well then." He says. "Tonight. The Ossus academy falls for good!"</span>
Darth Necrid:The sole surviving sith lord of the previous conflict, is seen looking out the window of his new starship:The wyvern Reminescing about the recent events in his life...
It has been five long years since the previous defeat of the sith army known as "The order of the talon". Five long years Darth Necrid and the remnant forces have been in exile, since the fall of thier previous master: Darth Raptous. Who died at the hands of two jedi knights and one imperial knight. Five long, grueling years of enduring the pain of watching his Mandalorian bretherin suffer the same tragedy as they did all those years ago.
Suddenly he stops. A soldier is outside, and wants to speak with him.</span>
"Lord Necrid!" <span style='color:00a000'>The soldier says</span> "Preparations for the Orthros are complete! We're ready when you are!
<span style='color:00a000'>Necrid looks up. A tiny gleam is seen reflecting off of the red visor of his black mask.
"Very well then." He says. "Tonight. The Ossus academy falls for good!"</span>
Quinten Sadler sat quietly at her desk, mulling over her blueprints.
The tired looking Arkanian looked blankly at her work. She'd lost her passion for designing recently. it was only to be expected when she was designing waste disposal droids.
She pushed the paperwork away and lent forward onto the desk, softly banging her head on the table in frustration
"What did I ever do to deserve ending up here?"
She sighed heavily then sat up and lent back on her car.
"I guess I shouldn't complain...work is work"
She stood up and went to her window. She was greeted by a endless black of the universe. Twinkling orbs of light shone at her, which always made her smile a little.
Quinten, a.k.a Quin, was currently stained aboard a cargo ship called The Jubilee. The ship was a freighter that ferried ores from mining colonises to merchant planets in the outer rim. Quin had ended up her after the freighter had picked her up from a desert planet that had recently gone into civil war. She'd grown attached to the crew, but left she could do better with her skills.
She walked away from the window again and returned to her work.
The Jubilee was destined to drop some Ore samples directly to the Ossus academy this evening...
The tired looking Arkanian looked blankly at her work. She'd lost her passion for designing recently. it was only to be expected when she was designing waste disposal droids.
She pushed the paperwork away and lent forward onto the desk, softly banging her head on the table in frustration
"What did I ever do to deserve ending up here?"
She sighed heavily then sat up and lent back on her car.
"I guess I shouldn't complain...work is work"
She stood up and went to her window. She was greeted by a endless black of the universe. Twinkling orbs of light shone at her, which always made her smile a little.
Quinten, a.k.a Quin, was currently stained aboard a cargo ship called The Jubilee. The ship was a freighter that ferried ores from mining colonises to merchant planets in the outer rim. Quin had ended up her after the freighter had picked her up from a desert planet that had recently gone into civil war. She'd grown attached to the crew, but left she could do better with her skills.
She walked away from the window again and returned to her work.
The Jubilee was destined to drop some Ore samples directly to the Ossus academy this evening...
"BOW BEFORE THE SHAUNINESS THAT IS SHAUNI! "--Shadowman
"Shauni fell down a drainage ditch and died. That was the end of her pokemon journey. "--Shauni
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"Shauni fell down a drainage ditch and died. That was the end of her pokemon journey. "--Shauni
Go to ROM the Comic