Contest of Character Concept!

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CMDR Croc

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I will be hosting a little contest here in this thread. Winner gets a prize. Simply make a bio/story for one of your lives on the server. Best one gets the prize (I will have 1st, 2nd and 3rd place)

Note: Any events or parts of the story that actually happened on the server are bonus points.

Contest ends Sunday May 5th.

Please keep posts to stories/bios not other things. Thanks!
 
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Deep in the galaxy, there stood an ancient training ground for ace pilots to prove themselves to the sith empire, and stand among them as Pilots for their cruisers. The academy: named the Revenant: was the elite of the elite for trooper training and education. The head of the pilot program was a young 24 year old Pau’an man by the name of Rex Knox. He was a general in the army, who had broken imperial records with his outstanding leadership, bravery, and courage at a very young age in the academy. Rex was not born into a rich family, but rather earned everything he had through a prodigious scholarship he had received for his record score on the RTC 372 examination test. He was promoted through the fleet ranks extremely quickly, and at the age of 22 became the youngest ever general of the Imperial Army. He stood as a Regimental Leader for the 39th Imperial Guard: A powerful regiment dedicated to the protection of high ranking members of the Sith Empire.

Two years later, at the age of 24, he was rerouted to work on the excelling pilot program, and to provide executive leadership and teaching to the new recruits. At the end of his first year’s group of recruits, he decided to give a more practical hands-on exam to the students for their graduation. He took the students out of Korriban space, and into a newly discovered system temporarily titled SY- 2716. Rex discovered a formerly unidentified planet in the new sector, and decided to postpone the exam and take his students to explore this mysterious planet.

On the planet, the team of Imperial Pilots and Rex were suddenly and deliberately ambushed by pirates. The recruits were killed, and Rex was taken to the leader of the pirates. Her name was Jesi Merserna. She was a 19 year old Chiss woman who fell in love with the general. Initially, Rex was outraged and furious at the gang of pirates for murdering his first year of students. Rex was offered to go back to his Imperial academy, but he realised his horrible mistake in coming to the planet. He was no longer able to return to Imperial space. The empire would discover how Rex had gone off plan and gone to the planet, and how he had brought about the deaths of the students of the Revenant’s excelling program. Rex had no choice but to join the pirates, and after 3 years, fell in love with Jesi. The two had a child that they named Vizara Knox, he was to be the heir of the pirate clans leadership, and become the first leader the clan would have had since escaping poverty and moving into power. However, as he matured, Vizara had been molded into a much different life.

At the age of 36, Rex passed away from a severe virus he had gotten from the planet’s wildlife. The rest of the pirates had lived on the planet for generations, and had developed an immunity to the disease. Vizara was also immune, as he had inherited the immunity from his mother, Jesi. The death of his father had deeply shaken Vizara, and he was only 9 years old at the time of Rex’s death. Arguments throughout the family had become much more rampant, and at the age of 15, Vizara stole his mother's shuttle and fled to tatooine to live his life alone. As he sat in the cockpit of the RTZ-38 Cruiser travelling through hyperspace, he knew that he would never be able to return to his old life.

Vizara was deeply troubled about his life. He was a target to the Imperials, as he was the son of the defector Rex. And now he had become a traitor to the pirates from his home, because he had abandoned his mother’s throne. He had nobody to assist him, and decided to turn to underground crime and smuggling at a very young age with a group called the Black Sun. He had to keep his true identity a secret from his new organization. He knew that if the Black Sun ever found out about the price on his head, Vizara would never make it as a member, and would most likely be murdered for the cash.

Eventually, the Black Sun discovered a very large hit on the head of the young Vizara. Vizara had to flee from his new family and was all alone, in poverty, and diminished of all he once had. Vizara attempted to reach out to the Hutt Cartel for a small loan so that he could get back onto his feet. He considered reaching out to an official bank, but all the planets that he had enough fuel to reach were under Imperial occupation. He was smart enough to stay away from Imperial controlled territory, and decided that under-the-counter credits would be more beneficial for his needs.
The current leader of the Hutt Cartel was a old Hutt by the name of Hoex Rath’al. The Hutt elder firmly questioned him on how he would pay off the money. Vizara at the time, had no idea what opportunities were in his reach if he acquired the loan. Hoex informed Vizara of the Bounty Hunting scene, and as he explained the pay, Vizara quickly took up the offer. He took the loan from the Cartel and departed to begin his new life.

He uses his stealth from his training as a pirate, aswell as his lack of emotion from his past as a member of Black Sun to succeed. He has also inherited his father’s outstanding courage and bravery, and uses it to always remember who he is, and what his job is. He has always remembered his roots, and remembered the type of situation he was once in, and that he has risen from. He became one of the few to escape the grasps of the Hutt Cartel. Vizara was so successful as a Bounty Hunter, that he was able to pay off the Cartel’s insane interest rate, and break free.

Years later, Vizara had made it well in the galaxy. He had paid off the sith bounty that was on his head, and was tolerated to re-enter the mainstream galaxy. However, he could not resist taking force sensitive lives here and there. He has become known for eliminating well known members of the dark, and jedi council. Sith and Jedi alike fear his presence, and his reflexes with a longbow. He has taken part, and staged assassinations against the biggest names in the galaxy.

One day, Vizara received word about a new empire that was threatening his way of life as a bounty hunter. The Sith emperor reached out to him to help eliminate the uprising of this so called: Dread Emperor. Vizara took the task, but underestimated the power of the Dread. He was severely injured and had to flee the battle. That day, he decided never to get involved with the affairs of Sith, or Jedi. Vizara was above that, and he did not care about the pitiful disputes of the two factions. Since that day, he makes no alliances with any side. He sees those who make permanent aliances with the Sith, and with the Jedi, and he believes them weak. Vizara sees those who make alliances as people who live in fear of making enemies, even if it holds them back. He cuts down all forces for the right price, Jedi and Sith alike.

One Friday morning, he noticed a peculiar bounty on a jedi. It was for the largest amount he had ever seen on the head of a person. It was even larger than the bounty that was placed on Vizara as a child. By investigating further, he discovered that the bounty was on a exile of the jedi by the name of IROCONIAN. He did not hesitate. Vizara claimed the bounty and set out to the last-known location of the infamous jedi.

The trek was rough, it was almost as though Iroconian had sensed his presence before he had arrived on the scene. The exile was hiding in an abandoned jedi temple from past millennia. Vizara begun his trek through the vents, where he checked every room through the small grates; peering for the jedi master. Eventually, Vizara located the jedi in the council room, meditating infront of a statue of the first grandmaster. Vizara also noticed a peculiar sight, Iroconian was not meditating for the statue, he was meditating at the hilt that lay in the hand of the statue. It was pure black, with gold accents around the top that gave off the resemblance of a claw. He recognized the hilt immediately: it was the legendary golden spike.

Vizara did not care about the force, he did not care who the jedi was meditating to. All he cared about, was that there was free money sitting right infront of his eyes. He reached for the longbow, but was quickly flung out of the vents by the master. Vizara used his jetpack to fly out of the nearby window, as he blasted the ceiling of the temple. The resulting blast lead to the roof caving in, right on top of Iroconian. As the master fought out of the wreckage, Vizara grabbed him by the hand, pulled him into the light, and shot him without a word. With no sadness, pity, or care; he left to go claim his credits. As he left, Vizara muttered a saying he heard in an old text. "Nobody will remember you when you're gone except the ground you stand on. So leave a mark on that ground the galaxy shall see for eternity."
 
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Tyr

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A group of younglings arrived at tython to become Jedi, one of them was called Tyr the force was strong withn him, after the training they became Padawans and got masters to train them in the force and saber forms.. Tyr continued his training with his master and after 4 years he finally became a Jedi Knight and joined the Temple Guards and made his way up to TG Captain, his best friends were Barsen Thor Oat man and Master Iroconian.. Tyr continued his Jedi duties as he always do. the Jedi Council started to watch Tyr and after a few years he was called to the JC Chambers during a meeting they started testing and questioning him and they called him to duel someone for his final test, he lost the duel but for the knowledge he held and skills they granted him the rank of Master, at that time the grandmaster was a powerful Jedi called Shepard he was wise and strong with the force.. Tyr, now a Jedi Master left TG and became a Paladin to protect the Jedi Council members he made his way up to Field Marshal the 2nd in command of Paladins, he started guarding the JC and eliminating the dark on neutral planets. One day on Kashyyk he met a powerful Sith Darth called Kice with his apprentice, after a peaceful talk Kice decided to cut off Tyr's arm while he was distracted with Kice's apprentice. Tyr killed the apprentice and fought Kice bravely until he was defeated and decided to blind Kice for a minute and force leaped away. He called for help in Jedi Comms and a few Jedi came to kashyyk to help Tyr, he escaped kashyyk but he was wounded so he stayed on Tython for 2 weeks to heal and stole Arcann's robotic arm from Zakuul, after some time Tyr got corrupted by a Sith holocron he found on tatooine he went on tython and killed 19 padawans then all the Jedi came up against him on Tython he fought them and escaped Tython with the dark side of the Force. the JC exiled him and he was never to be seen again on tython he's still alive hiding in the Outer rim.. he started plotting with his Padawan and friend Theseus to destroy the Jedi and overthrow the current Grandmaster (Scary) and let's not forget that the Jedi tried to PK his best friend Master Iroconian so that's another reason he wants to destroy the Jedi.. 7 years has passed Tyr's mind corrupted faded away and he returned to the Jedi and apologized to the Jedi Council and got accepted into the Jedi once again... *TO BE NOT CONTINUED*
 
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Sniper

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A group of younglings arrived at tython to become Jedi, one of them was called Tyr the force was strong withn him, after the training they became Padawans and got masters to train them in the force and saber forms.. Tyr continued his training with his master and after 4 years he finally became a Jedi Knight and joined the Temple Guards and made his way up to TG Captain, his best friends were Barsen Thor Oat man and Master Iroconian.. Tyr continued his Jedi duties as he always do. the Jedi Council started to watch Tyr and after a few years he was called to the JC Chambers during a meeting they started testing and questioning him and they called him to duel someone for his final test, he lost the duel but for the knowledge he held and skills they granted him the rank of Master, at that time the grandmaster was a powerful Jedi called Shepard he was wise and strong with the force.. Tyr, now a Jedi Master left TG and became a Paladin to protect the Jedi Council members he made his way up to Field Marshal the 2nd in command of Paladins, he started guarding the JC and eliminating the dark on neutral planets. One day on Kashyyk he met a powerful Sith Darth called Kice with his apprentice, after a peaceful talk Kice decided to cut off Tyr's arm while he was distracted with Kice's apprentice. Tyr killed the apprentice and fought Kice bravely until he was defeated and decided to blind Kice for a minute and force leaped away. He called for help in Jedi Comms and a few Jedi came to kashyyk to help Tyr, he escaped kashyyk but he was wounded so he stayed on Tython for 2 weeks to heal and stole Arcann's robotic arm from Zakuul, after some time Tyr got corrupted by a Sith holocron he found on tatooine he went on tython and killed 19 padawans then all the Jedi came up against him on Tython he fought them and escaped Tython. the JC exiled him and he was never to be seen again on tython he's still alive hiding in the Outer rim.. he started plotting with his Padawan and friend Theseus to destroy the Jedi and overthrow the current Grandmaster (Scary)

you forgot the pk duel with cait and rde, that u lost sir.
 
May I suggest submitting it in a doc or other format i can imagine people people will have multiple posting detailing there bio
 

Loody

VIP
Loodys Story

Be Me
Be Emperor Of Zakuul
wake up
All Good
He goes to tat
All Good
Overthrow in advert
oh nose
/me goes back to zakuul
Get shot twice by longbow
survive for 15 minutes when 20 people are chasing me
/me dies
/me is resurected as a bounty hunter
/me overthrows those fucking suck boi's who overthrow me
all good /b/
 
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Ventum

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Shit I might type of the rest of the chapters by the 5th, good luck everyone.

Story

edit (5/2/19) - Chapter two done.
edit (5/3/19) - Chapter three done.
edit (5/5/19) - Chapters four and five done. story complete
 
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Spectre8105

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Sith Life

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Tyr

VIP
Sith Life

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Very good life, sad to hear
 
Sith Life

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I love the occasional OT's in there
 
anzati
cool guy that isn't active enough to roleplay
:thumbsup:
wake up once every year or so from his monkeys hibernation that only his species does
runs around and kills a bunch of bad people bringing peace to the universe
snap his infinity gauntlet and breaks the space time continuum.
have a good day
 

Maguku

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Mercenary/BH Maguku

Don't stare. Yes, they're real, forged in Tatooine by a master gun Smith. I've brought ninety men to justice in these shackles. Some men hunt beasts, some hunt treasure, some hunt monsters. I hunt men. My name? That's for my friends. I have no friends, not here anyway. The days of peace and glory are over. The Emperor is dead, his Kingdom is all sundered, and despite what the Apprentice have to say, it doesn't look like his successor is going to appear anytime soon, if ever. Unfortunately, the Emperor's Law died with him. The Darth's/ Master's and Lord's/Knight's of old are reborn, each clinging to their tiny strips of land. Where once bands of Knights fought for the land with sabers protecting the innocent, now legions of bandits and brigands terrorize the the planets of Tatooine and Kashyyk. They burn, steal, and plunder with impunity. Every day someone loses their family or watches all that they own vanish in flames. Sure, we can't die anymore, but we can still starve. The Galaxy is cruel, and you can cry to the Grand Master all you want about it, but the sad reality is that he has his own problems and doesn't seem to be listening. And what about the "noble" Master's or Darth's who's supposed to be protecting you? They're too busy hiding on planet hoping someone else would do something. So they keep on counting all their precious money. What hope do people have of finding justice?

If they can afford it, they have us.

Manhunters are becoming common sights these days, moving slowly from planet to planet, town to town, either on a hunt or looking for work. You can often tell a Bounty Hunter by the rifles he carries on him; however he may intend to just simply shoot his target... Right? Rifles are as much a symbol of a Bounty Hunter's craft and as a tool of it. If a Padawan/Apprentice, Lord/Knight, Master/Darth or even a whole Planet knows the name of a villain they want to see them face justice, they talk to us. We're the best hunters and trackers out there. We find our quarry and bring him back. Whatever it takes.

We're not judges, and we're certainly not assassins. A hunter's business is his quarry and their delivery, that's all. If the person who hired me wants to hang the target I bring them, or forgive him, or burn him at the stake after he's skinned alive - that's their business, not mine. If you want somebody killed, go hire an Assassin. If you want to kill them yourself, hire a Manhunter. Most folks don't trust us, and there are some who've spit in my face and called me a dog. Well, dogs are bred to hunt. You can be sure some of them won't look at me on the street but will come find me as soon as their world turns cruel.

Most of our work boils down to vengeance, one way or the other. The real trick is to keep it from getting personal. It's not easy work, but I've been at it a while. I can read a trail that's a week cold. There are men in every Planet between Korriban and Tython and I watch comings and goings from warp to warp, and who are quick to remember names and faces. Between them and my fellow Hunters, there's few places left where anyone can run where I can't find them.
 

Spectre8105

Member
Mercenary/BH Maguku

Don't stare. Yes, they're real, forged in Tatooine by a master gun Smith. I've brought ninety men to justice in these shackles. Some men hunt beasts, some hunt treasure, some hunt monsters. I hunt men. My name? That's for my friends. I have no friends, not here anyway. The days of peace and glory are over. The Emperor is dead, his Kingdom is all sundered, and despite what the Apprentice have to say, it doesn't look like his successor is going to appear anytime soon, if ever. Unfortunately, the Emperor's Law died with him. The Darth's/ Master's and Lord's/Knight's of old are reborn, each clinging to their tiny strips of land. Where once bands of Knights fought for the land with sabers protecting the innocent, now legions of bandits and brigands terrorize the the planets of Tatooine and Kashyyk. They burn, steal, and plunder with impunity. Every day someone loses their family or watches all that they own vanish in flames. Sure, we can't die anymore, but we can still starve. The Galaxy is cruel, and you can cry to the Grand Master all you want about it, but the sad reality is that he has his own problems and doesn't seem to be listening. And what about the "noble" Master's or Darth's who's supposed to be protecting you? They're too busy hiding on planet hoping someone else would do something. So they keep on counting all their precious money. What hope do people have of finding justice?

If they can afford it, they have us.

Manhunters are becoming common sights these days, moving slowly from planet to planet, town to town, either on a hunt or looking for work. You can often tell a Bounty Hunter by the rifles he carries on him; however he may intend to just simply shoot his target... Right? Rifles are as much a symbol of a Bounty Hunter's craft and as a tool of it. If a Padawan/Apprentice, Lord/Knight, Master/Darth or even a whole Planet knows the name of a villain they want to see them face justice, they talk to us. We're the best hunters and trackers out there. We find our quarry and bring him back. Whatever it takes.

We're not judges, and we're certainly not assassins. A hunter's business is his quarry and their delivery, that's all. If the person who hired me wants to hang the target I bring them, or forgive him, or burn him at the stake after he's skinned alive - that's their business, not mine. If you want somebody killed, go hire an Assassin. If you want to kill them yourself, hire a Manhunter. Most folks don't trust us, and there are some who've spit in my face and called me a dog. Well, dogs are bred to hunt. You can be sure some of them won't look at me on the street but will come find me as soon as their world turns cruel.

Most of our work boils down to vengeance, one way or the other. The real trick is to keep it from getting personal. It's not easy work, but I've been at it a while. I can read a trail that's a week cold. There are men in every Planet between Korriban and Tython and I watch comings and goings from warp to warp, and who are quick to remember names and faces. Between them and my fellow Hunters, there's few places left where anyone can run where I can't find them.
You forgot to add in the part where you come out of the closet
 
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