What would gel better with the party:
Gruff man with a heart of gold who is willing to get dirty and do what it takes to bring people to justice and keep the streets clean
A man who once had morals, but a decade of boozing and spice has left him a shell of his once proud self, now he'll work for anyone with credits
Our party is not morally bankrupt, but nor are we necessarily pillars of the galactic community. We are fixers, from a variety of dysfunctional backgrounds, employed by a powerful corporate head (with a disturbing interest in Sith artifacts and abominations, and a habit of rewarding failure with death).
I think either of those archetypes would be fine, so play how you'd like.
Here's my "Application" for a human Soldier: Medic named Bennar Guddan. I didn't level him with knight level XP yet, but can do so if needed at this point.
"Bennar hails from Coruscant, where he grew up with aspirations to be a solider. He eventually realized that these aspirations came from a need to protect those close to him as well as those who were too weak to protect themselves, leading him to pursue medical skills in addition to skills necessary to destroy his enemies. He fought in several small wars across various planets, but never officially joined either the Empire or Rebellion. At this point in his life he is looking for work that will make use of his well developed skills. "
Unless I'm mistaken, RedEye has the open slot, and you're first up on the waitlist.
I could definitely see a doctors-without-borders type accompanying our crew, helping the unfortunates we invariably find in the course of our missions. There was a doctor in the party previously, who fell by the wayside (or off the wagon, as the case may be).
The soldiering skills, of course, will also be useful and welcome.
Edited by EdgehawkThe way TheShard was talking, it seemed no one "has" the slot, just that we're to apply and see what happens
I am currently writing up my Skip Tracers tragic backstory
2 minutes ago, RedEyeManiac said:The way TheShard was talking, it seemed no one "has" the slot, just that we're to apply and see what happens
I am currently writing up my Skip Tracers tragic backstory
Ultimately, I believe it is the GM's decision. As the most recent addition to the group, I certainly won't presume to welcome you into the campaign prematurely.
That said, I do think that you are first up for consideration, should you submit a fitting addition to the party (and I think you have one).
The camera fades from black onto a roaring fireplace. Muffled rain can be heard, muted through the thick durasteel walls of the compound. A boom of thunder breaks the rain, shortly followed by a flash. The silhouette of a figure crosses the frame.
“Any word from Zess?”
“Nothin’.”
The camera pans to reveal a well decorated office. A large mahogany desk sits before three large windows, covered in rain. Softly illuminated by the fire, a Devaronian man sits at the desk. The man’s horns and red skin appear demonic in the flickering light of the dancing flame.
“She was meant to be back by now. Rort too.” The Devaronian said, furrowing his brow.
A stocky Nikto walks into frame and takes a seat in a lather armchair, “They would have commed us if something was wrong” , he responds.
The Devaronian stares at the Nikto for a short while and sighs. He can see straight through his partner’s façade. He stands up, stretches, and turns to look out the window. The thick purple clouds block most of the light, but every now and then they are rippled with gorgeous flashes of green.
A knock at the door startles the two men. “Hey Verlon, its Rort, open up” calls a muffled voice through the door to the office.
The Nikto gets up and hurries to the door, “What’s the password?” , he asks, looking at a small display to see a Duros on the other side.
“Sabacc, now open up” , calls Rort from behind the door.
The Nikto looks to the Devaronian, who nods without breaking his gaze from the window, and enters a passcode to open the door. The door slides sideways and Rort steps into the room. “Thanks, Denlar, any idea where Zess is?” , he asks.
“No clue”, responds Denlar as he turns from the door and walks back over to the armchair. He gets halfway before he stops, and slumps to the ground. Dead.
The camera cuts to an aerial shot of the room. A Clawdite man stands where Rort was just before, a holdout blaster is held outstretched in his hand.
Verlon sighs and turns from the window to face the Clawdite. “Hello Daygo” .
“Hello Verlon. You ought to train your lackeys better. Your secrets don’t last long when their fingers are removed.”
“Yes, yes, cute theatrics. So, I suppose you’re here to kill me?”
“That’s the plan”
“So, do it”
“No. It won’t be that quick for you”
Daygo Rehn walks across the room, keeping his gun pointed at Verlon. “You ruined my life. My career. I can’t sleep without hearing their screams. You made me out to be a psychopath. But you underestimated me, Verlon”
“I didn’t kill anyone, you were the one who…”
”Shut up” , screams Daygo, as tears trail down his face. “How dare you. After everything you’ve done. I trusted you.”
“Daygo…”
Daygo brings the gun down and shoots Verlon in the knee, causing him to cry out in pain. Verlon drops, and looks up in time to see Daygo’s fist just before it collides with his face. Verlon spits out blood on the light blue carpet of the office. Daygo’s fist connects again. And again. And again. Verlon’s vision goes blurry, and fades to black.
LATER
Verlon awakens in a dark room. It’s so cold. He can barely see out of the left eye.
He looks around and realises he is suspended in a freezer. His wrists are cuffed and hanging from a meat hook. He is completely naked. He is so cold.
Time passes, to Verlon is feels like an eternity yet also only an instant. His toes and fingers don’t feel so cold any more. The door to the freezer opens and Daygo walks in, carrying a carving knife.
Well, frack... I should just give you my slot...
1 hour ago, Edgehawk said:Unless I'm mistaken, RedEye has the open slot, and you're first up on the waitlist.
I could definitely see a doctors-without-borders type accompanying our crew, helping the unfortunates we invariably find in the course of our missions. There was a doctor in the party previously, who fell by the wayside (or off the wagon, as the case may be).
The soldiering skills, of course, will also be useful and welcome.
Yup, I was assuming I would get the first waitlist spot, unless RedEye backed out or a second open spot opened up. From the sound of that post a few above mine here it looks like he's going to really add to the story, assuming he gets in. I'll still be following the story regardless of whether I get in or not as it's fun to read plus good ideas for when I start making my own adventures. (Just recently got a group together in person and am currently GMing the Beginner Game for them, all of us are noobs.) Thanks for the consideration!
I'm assuming its first come, but didn't wanna just make that call on my own. Ultimately it's the gm's. I'll msg her.
You both seem strong candidates. I'd actually like to welcome you both to the game. Shoot me your sheets.
I won't dictate characters. But please try to limit robots (I'm still fixing something so you both have plenty of time to pm and ask me whatever you require...)
Edited by April
10 hours ago, RedEyeManiac said:The camera fades from black onto a roaring fireplace. Muffled rain can be heard, muted through the thick durasteel walls of the compound. A boom of thunder breaks the rain, shortly followed by a flash. The silhouette of a figure crosses the frame.
“Any word from Zess?”
“Nothin’.”
The camera pans to reveal a well decorated office. A large mahogany desk sits before three large windows, covered in rain. Softly illuminated by the fire, a Devaronian man sits at the desk. The man’s horns and red skin appear demonic in the flickering light of the dancing flame.
“She was meant to be back by now. Rort too.” The Devaronian said, furrowing his brow.
A stocky Nikto walks into frame and takes a seat in a lather armchair, “They would have commed us if something was wrong” , he responds.
The Devaronian stares at the Nikto for a short while and sighs. He can see straight through his partner’s façade. He stands up, stretches, and turns to look out the window. The thick purple clouds block most of the light, but every now and then they are rippled with gorgeous flashes of green.
A knock at the door startles the two men. “Hey Verlon, its Rort, open up” calls a muffled voice through the door to the office.
The Nikto gets up and hurries to the door, “What’s the password?” , he asks, looking at a small display to see a Duros on the other side.
“Sabacc, now open up” , calls Rort from behind the door.
The Nikto looks to the Devaronian, who nods without breaking his gaze from the window, and enters a passcode to open the door. The door slides sideways and Rort steps into the room. “Thanks, Denlar, any idea where Zess is?” , he asks.
“No clue”, responds Denlar as he turns from the door and walks back over to the armchair. He gets halfway before he stops, and slumps to the ground. Dead.
The camera cuts to an aerial shot of the room. A Clawdite man stands where Rort was just before, a holdout blaster is held outstretched in his hand.
Verlon sighs and turns from the window to face the Clawdite. “Hello Daygo” .
“Hello Verlon. You ought to train your lackeys better. Your secrets don’t last long when their fingers are removed.”
“Yes, yes, cute theatrics. So, I suppose you’re here to kill me?”
“That’s the plan”
“So, do it”
“No. It won’t be that quick for you”
Daygo Rehn walks across the room, keeping his gun pointed at Verlon. “You ruined my life. My career. I can’t sleep without hearing their screams. You made me out to be a psychopath. But you underestimated me, Verlon”
“I didn’t kill anyone, you were the one who…”
”Shut up” , screams Daygo, as tears trail down his face. “How dare you. After everything you’ve done. I trusted you.”
“Daygo…”
Daygo brings the gun down and shoots Verlon in the knee, causing him to cry out in pain. Verlon drops, and looks up in time to see Daygo’s fist just before it collides with his face. Verlon spits out blood on the light blue carpet of the office. Daygo’s fist connects again. And again. And again. Verlon’s vision goes blurry, and fades to black.
LATER
Verlon awakens in a dark room. It’s so cold. He can barely see out of the left eye.
He looks around and realises he is suspended in a freezer. His wrists are cuffed and hanging from a meat hook. He is completely naked. He is so cold.
Time passes, to Verlon is feels like an eternity yet also only an instant. His toes and fingers don’t feel so cold any more. The door to the freezer opens and Daygo walks in, carrying a carving knife.
Oh darn that's an awesome opening.
I'm going to be very naughty and soft rp you here if you like?
until the others locate you (he's in the mall... find the poor guy)
Whoot whoot!
44 minutes ago, April said:You both seem strong candidates. I'd actually like to welcome you both to the game.
Very glad to have our Agitator back in the mix, but also quite happy his return didn't trump anyone's bid to join. Welcome!
PM sent to April! Looking forward to this!
Thanks for the acceptance, I'm really happy you get to join too @TheGuardian118 , maybe we should intertwine our backstories?
I've got the character sheet 99% done, just going over it too make sure I'm happy
So just to emphasize, go wild with your concepts/ backstories, we are a bunch of misfits, unless your paladin like jedi who else but a bunch of crazies go after a rancor that can shoot force lightening? We are the paranormal A-Team gone wrong!
10 minutes ago, RedEyeManiac said:Thanks for the acceptance, I'm really happy you get to join too @TheGuardian118 , maybe we should intertwine our backstories?
I've got the character sheet 99% done, just going over it too make sure I'm happy
Sure! My backstory still needs a bit of work so we could definitely intertwine things.
@RedEyeManiac can i help you with anything?