Ryo the Tamer

I've been looking for a Star Wars RPG and this one looks like it will be good. Anyway, onto the sign up sheet. I'm not sure if my information on Iridonia is correctm because there is very little information about it and most of what I have is a result of a Google search. Just tell me if there is anything I would need to change if it would help the RPG. [B]Name[/B]: Zakin Krasiri. [B]Age[/B]: 16. [B]Gender[/B]: Male. [B]Race[/B]: Zabrak. [B]Homeworld[/B]: Iridonia. [B]Affiliate Order[/B]: New Jedi Order. [B] Rank[/B]: Padawan Learner. [B]Class[/B]: Padawan Ambassador. [B]Lightsaber[/B]: Single Lightsaber with a light green blade. The hilt is black and has red lines going through it that forms an insignia that has been in his family for generations. Besides that it is basically like any other lightsaber. [B]Lightsaber Style[/B]: Ataru [Form IV] - Level One. [B]Force Powers[/B]: Heal, Force Push, Force Direction, Throw Lightsaber, Stun Droid, Burst of Speed, Revitalize, Energy Resistance. [B]Appearance[/B]: The clothes he wears look like [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?pos=-86]This[/URL], but without the armor over the left arm. His skin is a light brown color and on his head are the horns all Zakbar have. He has short blue-ish-black hair that begins right behind the horns. His eyes are light brown and when he loses focus and becomes angry his eyes become more and more of a yellowish color. [B]Biography[/B]: Zakin came from Iridonia, an inhospitable world located on the edge of the Mid and Outer Rim. Its surface scoured by 200-kilometer-per-hour storms and acidic seas which threw caustic spray onto the land. Many Zabraks had left their homeworld of Iridonia because of this harsh climate. Those that stayed mainly stayed because they couldn't afford to leave. Zakin's family is one of those that continued to live on Iridonia. Since the only land there was for Zabraks to farm was located within canyons most towns on Iridonia were set up within or near these canyons. When he first arrived on Yavin 4 he already knew Galactic Basic as it is taught to Iridonians after learning their own language of Zabrak (If I'm not mistaken their language is named the same as their race). He had originally wanted to be a Jedi so that he could become stronge as he was always teased by Zabraks back home because he wasn't as aggresive and strong as other Zabraks. That was, until he learned more of the ways of the Jedi. When the Sith first attacked, Zakin had been well into his second year of training. He, along with most of the other Jedi, hid below the temple. [B]Personality[/B]: Unlike most other Zabraks he is not very aggressive. He has trouble trusting people because he believes that anyone can be an enemy. This feeling is mostly becuase of learning the history of the many times Jedi have been betrayed by others. Of the few people he does trust and acts himself around is his mentor. He tries to free himself from emotion according to his training, and he does it well, most of the time. His Zabrak background still acts up every now and then, making him show emotions of superiority and pride, bordering on arrogence. He always tries to find ways to solve problems without resorting to the use of his lightsaber or any other type of violence. [B]Other[/B]: (I can't think of anything for this) [B]Final Question[/B]: I think it was laid out well and made it easy to create a unique character.

OOC: Sorry I haven?t posted in a while. I just haven?t been able think lately. Also sorry that it's so short, I'm still having trouble thinking of what to do. I need to read one of the books again to get in to a Harry Potter mood... --------- Illidas walked down the hallway when he saw Malfoy coming down the hall with Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was mumbling something about traitors to the Slytherin house. Illidas just kept walking and started whistling Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. [I] ' This has been a rather normal day so far. That is if normal means moving pictures, classes on magic, and hundreds of kids walking around wearing black. I guess it depends on your definition of normal. ' [/I] Illidas stopped walking. [I] ' Note to self; Stop talking to yourself like there is another person in your head. ' [/I] He continued whistling and walking towards the Great Hall.

OOC: So do we have a Harry yet? ------------- Illidas woke up and threw on his scarf. He walked towards the common room and noticed that everyone was either asleep or eating. He walked out the portrait and went to go eat. He sat down at the Slytherin table and started eating. [I] 'So,' [/I] he thought, while looking around the Slytherin table, [I] 'I wonder what kind of reputation this group has... By the looks of it they seemed rather unfriendly and very self-absorbed' [/I] He ran his hand through his hair. [I] 'Arg... It's impossible to get this hair any other way... Of course, it is starting to grow on me' [/I] He paused. [I] 'That has to be the most horrible pun in existence...' [/I]

Illidas looked around at all the people that looked extremely excited. He sighed, and adjusted his scarf. [I] 'All these happy people... I don't know what Hogwarts is all about...' [/I] He paused. [I] 'Come to think of it, I don't even know why I came here... What's really the point....?? [/I] He looked over at the Gryffindor table. [I] 'Well they sure are cheery... A little TOO cheery... It's almost as if they WANT to come to a school.... But I do have to admit, this is unlike any school I've ever seen before...' [/I] He looked around at the students. [I] 'I remember them from the train... But that is just a small bunch in this large amount of people,' [/I] he thought while looking around the room (If you could call this huge place that...). He looked over at McGonagall. [I] 'What is that old witch waiting for, how long have we been standing here. The suspense is simply killing me,' [/I] he thought to himself, the last sentence drowning in sarcasm.

"Voldemort," said a voice that had just appeared at the door, "They mean Voldemort. I'm sure someone told you of him, Harry Potter." Harry was about to say something, when everyone else flinched. "Why the Hell did you say his name?!" Ron spoke first. "What's gonna happen? You people need to stop being so scared. It's not like he's right around the corner or something like that." The kid replied. There was silence. The kid shrugged and started to leave. "Whatever. Stay scared, if that's what you want." He walked off towards the cabin across from Ron, Harry, Karen, and Remus's. He almost made it to the door when a bushy-haired girl walked up to him. "Excuse me," she said,"have you seen a frog? A boy named Neville lost his." "Sorry, no." He replied, then continued into the door. Right before he closed the door behind him he could hear Harry say something to Ron, "What was that all about?"

I haave had this idea for a while. Name: Illidas Sigma Appearence: Dark brown eyes, and brown hair. Normal hieght. Always wears a strangely long scarf that seems to grow and shrink at some times. House: Slytherin(First Year) Friends: He doesn't have many good friends in Slytherin. Small Bio: His parents died when he was 9 and he had no relatives alive at this time. So he lived on his own until one day he got a letter addressed to Mr. Sigma, Back room of the Pub. This startled him, he knew he was a wizard descendant, but he had wondered how they had found were he lived. He used whatever money he had to get his school supplies. He had been put in Slytherin because of his sneaky ways, an his sarcastic and somewhat arrogant attidtude, which isn't always visible. He talks to people in Slytherin, but doesn't have many really good friends. People, like Ron, simply hate him because he is Slytherin. [URL=http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/doctorwho/doctors/images/l_tbaker.jpg]For an example of the hair click here[/URL] (couldn't think of a way to explain it...)

OOC: Sorry, but I think I'm going to drop out of this. I just can't think of a way to post anything... I'm just not in a pirate RPG state of mind I guess. Sorry if this causes any problems.

Olaf can be deck hand. Seeing as he doesn't really know much about actual pirating anyway.

(OOC: I don't want this to die!) ________________________ [Dream] A young Gate was walking towards his home when he hears a deep haunting voice... "Useless beings..." Gate walked through the town and saw a pile of dead bodies. The bodies of the town. He started crying and looked at the man. He had blue hair and a white coat. "Now you know. Now you know the pain of living..." Gate ran towards the man in anger. The man just looked at Gate and Gate flew backwards and into the sand. The man then turned and walked off. [/Dream] Gate awoke in a sweat. He just couldn't stop thinking about it. [I] 'Damn him... Damn that Typhoon. Even too much of a coward to come to the town himself... Sending his henchman...' [/I] Gate stood up and walked over, an picked up his guitar. He sat down on the bed and began to play. "The guitar seems to be the only thing letting me calm down lately..."

Name: Olaf "Scar Head" Harnagen Age: 24 Gender: Male Home Island: Scabb Previous Job: Flooring inspector. Position: anywhere needed Weapon: Cutlass Personal Belongings: A black parrot. Description: Tall guy at about 6' 4". Wears green pants, a blue shirt, black boots, and a White coat. Black eyes, and black hear that goes stops right above his shoulders. And he sometimes wears a blue hat. History: When he was a child growing up on Sabb island he wanted to grow up to be a pirate, but when he went to Melee to become a pirate, they told him that he should become a flooring inspector. Olaf then learned the art of insult sword fighting when he was inspecting the floor of a pirate ship. When he turned 22 he found that flooring inspector jobs suck, and the pay is horrible, he then found a black parrot that he named Cutesy Buttons, and he kept it as a pet, and taught it to dance. When he turned 24 he decided to follow his dreams and become a pirate. After a long day at the bar he found a ship called the Sea Cucumber that needed members. He joined in hopes to become a well known pirate. He needed some money too. Personality: A nice guy who doesn't really take anything seriously, and is only a little serious when it comes to his plundering. He always smells of Grog, yet never seems to have a hangover.

Gate sat down on a bench a few feet away from the restaurant. He put his elbows on his knees and sunk his head into his hands. [I] 'What the Hell is wrong with me?' [/I] He asked himself, [I] 'Taking out my anger for the Typhoon on a drunk that has no idea what he is even doing. I swear, when I find Mr. Typhoon I'll make him pay...' [/I] He stood up, and walked towards the bar. He stopped right before he entered. "Wait... If I enter after what just happened... I don't think I'ld get an answer from anyone about Vash..." Gate thought aloud. He turned and walked to the inn. "I need to rest. Maybe that'll take my mind of the Stampede for a few hours..."

Gate looked at the man. "Excuse me for a second," Gate said to Nami. He took his guitar of his back and looked at Skieth. "I believe the Bartender said you should leave," he said. Skieth stopped and looked at Gate. "Shou want a peice a' me, too?" Replied Skieth. Gate readied his guitar. "Whatever..." Gate said, and at the same time he swung at Skeith, hitting him in the jaw. "So... shou wanta' play, huh?" Skeith yelled. "Drunken moron..." Gate mumbled. Skeith pulled out two shotguns. "Shou wanta shay dat again, punk!?" Gate cocked his guitar/gun. "Sure. Drunken Moron," Yelled Gate. They pointed their guns at eachother and fired...

Gate listened to the man and woman that entered talk of Vash. [I] '..... Who the Hell is this guy?' [/I] Gate thougt, [I] 'His views seem to be positive towards Mr. Typhoon...' [/I] Gate leaned back and took a gulp of his drink. [I] 'Let's see what else this freak thinks of the Stampede...' [/I] Gate then looked over at the girl that had just hit the floor. [I] 'Wonder what's wrong with her.' [/I] __________________________________________________ OOC: Sorry about the short post. I couldn't think of anything huge to say...

Here is my desktop (see attachment). Everytime I have an idea I take out notepad, type it out, then save it as some random letters. The quality is better than that, but I had to change it to make the file smaller...

[I]'Wait a second... that wasn't Vash... the girl mentioned him knowing something of Vash...'[/I] Gate said to himself. He got out of his fighting mind. [I]'But... I still need info on the Typhoon's whereabouts...'[/I] He walked back into his room in the inn to grab his guitar. [I]'Just in case...'[/I] He strapped it around his back, and walked out of the inn. [I]'I'm sure to fin someone at the bar who should have some information... Even a rumor would do me some good.'[/I] He walked into the bar and asked for the cheapest thing they had. As he strarted to drink he saw the two people from before enter. [I]'I wonder if that guy really was the Typhoon... I didn't even see him, though.'[/I]