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Good evening ladies and gents. What I'm proposing is actually two separate RP's. Both take place in a galaxy far far away in an alternate universe of star wars during the clone wars time period. In this universe, the sith never instilled a rule of two and have nearly hunted the Jedi to extinction. The first signs of sith dictatorship and imperial control are popping up across the galaxy as the republic falls. I'm looking for four volunteers. Two apprentices for the first RP id make, a sith academy RP, and two as Jedi students. It is important to note this might not start anytime soon as I have another RP going but I just wanted to see how much traction this idea can get. I've come up with a character description for the two characters I would play.
Name: Darth Pergatories.
Race: Human (Asian.).
Age: ???.
Homeworld: Tatooine supposedly.
Physical description: 5'8 with a stout muscular build. Wears black robes paired with a red cape draped over his right shoulder covering a secret saber hilt. Has vibrant orange eyes (sith eyes.). Lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic jaw piece due to injury. Bares other scars under his robes.
Background: Harth was a promising Jedi prospect when he was young. As soon as he began training masters such as Yoda, Mace Windu, Qui Gon, and Dooku could tell he was far more powerful than his fellow padawans. At the young age of 13 he had demonstrated advanced mastery of the force and wasn't a bad dualist either. Despite being so young the masters opted to take him on assignments instead of the older Jedi in training, and time and time again he proved himself. The Jedi order had given him many things. A home, wisdom, and peace. There was one thing it couldn't give him though, one thing he always secretly wanted, power. So many people looked up to him by the time he graduated to a Jedi Knight, he just wanted them to kneel though. On a mission alone he heard word of a place where he could discover true power. Power that wouldn't be dampened by morals and rules. He fled from the Jedi temple, stealing a ship and flying to Korriban. He operated on a simple agenda. He'd speak to any sith who would listen, and slaughter any who wouldn't. Many sith died. Finally, a powerful sith Lord took our young Jedi under his wing. Harth learned everything he knew, and then killed him too. He was never given the title Darth, he took it, and any who said it wasn't his didn't last long. In time he grew so powerful he managed to pioneer his own abilities in the force like force inferno and force decay. Few sith liked him, many hated him, all respected him though. He made sure of it. As Darth Pergatories he helped bring the Jedi order to ruble with what he knew. He personally hunted and killed Jedi masters since the sith refused him a strike force. Perhaps it was time he took a few apprentices. Someone to help him further establish his dominance. But first, he had a temple to invade.
Name: Jonathan Quay.
Race: Human. (Caucasian).
Age: 33.
Homeworld: Tatooine.
Physical description: He is a tall and lean man with long grey hair paired with a grey patch on his chin. Face and body is littered with scars. Wears tan robes paired with dark green battle armor that has seen better days and a few hard blaster shots. His right hand is robotic as well as his left eye.
Background: Jonathan never quite stood out as a padawan in terms of force talent but picked up on battle tactics and saber play like no one else his age could. At a young age he caught the eye of Master Windu. Windu stated that "handling a saber seemed as natural to Jonathan as breathing was.". Under Windu's guidance, Jonathan became a fine general and defender of the republic until the sith destroyed it all. Yoda was a little more reserved about Jonathan though. His choice of saber scared some of the Jedi. It was the first duel phased double-bladed saber they had seen in a long time. The Jedi viewed that blade as deceptive and dark side oriented, but to him it was just tactical. The Jedi also didn't agree with his upfront aggressive nature either but also knew his intentions were well-meaning. As he grew older and fought in more battles. He started to change, shellshocked a bit perhaps. Now as he boarded a cargo ship with a few fellow Jedi masters he sighed. He looked out the door watching as a storm of black robes and crimson blades slashed through the Jedi temple killing all who wouldn't flee. He noticed one robed figure break away from the crowd, engaging Windu by himself. It must be the one he heard whispers of. Darth Pergatories. Jonathan gripped his saber hilt and stood up but a small green hand stopped him. "Fight his own battles he must. Die for nothing you will. Save him we cannot.". He sat down again beside the grandmaster sighing. Onboard were him, Yoda, and two padawans he had never seen before. It was their duty to rebuild the order.
Name: Darth Pergatories.
Race: Human (Asian.).
Age: ???.
Homeworld: Tatooine supposedly.
Physical description: 5'8 with a stout muscular build. Wears black robes paired with a red cape draped over his right shoulder covering a secret saber hilt. Has vibrant orange eyes (sith eyes.). Lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic jaw piece due to injury. Bares other scars under his robes.
Background: Harth was a promising Jedi prospect when he was young. As soon as he began training masters such as Yoda, Mace Windu, Qui Gon, and Dooku could tell he was far more powerful than his fellow padawans. At the young age of 13 he had demonstrated advanced mastery of the force and wasn't a bad dualist either. Despite being so young the masters opted to take him on assignments instead of the older Jedi in training, and time and time again he proved himself. The Jedi order had given him many things. A home, wisdom, and peace. There was one thing it couldn't give him though, one thing he always secretly wanted, power. So many people looked up to him by the time he graduated to a Jedi Knight, he just wanted them to kneel though. On a mission alone he heard word of a place where he could discover true power. Power that wouldn't be dampened by morals and rules. He fled from the Jedi temple, stealing a ship and flying to Korriban. He operated on a simple agenda. He'd speak to any sith who would listen, and slaughter any who wouldn't. Many sith died. Finally, a powerful sith Lord took our young Jedi under his wing. Harth learned everything he knew, and then killed him too. He was never given the title Darth, he took it, and any who said it wasn't his didn't last long. In time he grew so powerful he managed to pioneer his own abilities in the force like force inferno and force decay. Few sith liked him, many hated him, all respected him though. He made sure of it. As Darth Pergatories he helped bring the Jedi order to ruble with what he knew. He personally hunted and killed Jedi masters since the sith refused him a strike force. Perhaps it was time he took a few apprentices. Someone to help him further establish his dominance. But first, he had a temple to invade.
Name: Jonathan Quay.
Race: Human. (Caucasian).
Age: 33.
Homeworld: Tatooine.
Physical description: He is a tall and lean man with long grey hair paired with a grey patch on his chin. Face and body is littered with scars. Wears tan robes paired with dark green battle armor that has seen better days and a few hard blaster shots. His right hand is robotic as well as his left eye.
Background: Jonathan never quite stood out as a padawan in terms of force talent but picked up on battle tactics and saber play like no one else his age could. At a young age he caught the eye of Master Windu. Windu stated that "handling a saber seemed as natural to Jonathan as breathing was.". Under Windu's guidance, Jonathan became a fine general and defender of the republic until the sith destroyed it all. Yoda was a little more reserved about Jonathan though. His choice of saber scared some of the Jedi. It was the first duel phased double-bladed saber they had seen in a long time. The Jedi viewed that blade as deceptive and dark side oriented, but to him it was just tactical. The Jedi also didn't agree with his upfront aggressive nature either but also knew his intentions were well-meaning. As he grew older and fought in more battles. He started to change, shellshocked a bit perhaps. Now as he boarded a cargo ship with a few fellow Jedi masters he sighed. He looked out the door watching as a storm of black robes and crimson blades slashed through the Jedi temple killing all who wouldn't flee. He noticed one robed figure break away from the crowd, engaging Windu by himself. It must be the one he heard whispers of. Darth Pergatories. Jonathan gripped his saber hilt and stood up but a small green hand stopped him. "Fight his own battles he must. Die for nothing you will. Save him we cannot.". He sat down again beside the grandmaster sighing. Onboard were him, Yoda, and two padawans he had never seen before. It was their duty to rebuild the order.
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