Character Profiles

Post your character profiles here! I will get mine up in the near future. For those that want it I have a rough skeleton for you to use.

In Game Name:
Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:

Attitude:
Bad Habits:

Appearence:

History:

In Game Name: Draius
Character Name: Draius 'Hawk'
Age: Middle Aged
Gender:Male
Race:Human

Attitude: Confident with himself and the work he does, sometimes a quite person, but also deadly.
Bad Habits: Speaking out of line.

Appearance: Shady looking person with long black and messy hair, his hazel eyes can be seen now and them if he has his hood down, but any other time he will be hooded and cloaked, he is always armed with weapons, ranging from a Sniper rifle to a small blade. He has ammo strapped all around his body, and different pouches holding different pieces equipment. Medical supplies, food, water, poison darts and even his strongest alcohol. He holds parts of the newest technology around his person, cybernetics for his communication devices. He would be seen wearing a small head piece for private contacts only and a holocommunicator for any other services. Supplies of grenades and weaponry and armour are stored on his ship. Speaking of his ship, it is one of the most up to date ships around, as Darlon's personal pilot and sniper support, most of the time you would see him in his space ship.

History: Hawk's childhood could have been the same as many other children in the galaxy, living in a Mandolorian settlement his parents slaughtered by the empires assassins for treason, luckily he was given away so that he could survive, and at a young age the village that he was given to was made up of empire soldiers and thugs. He was only three years old when Darlon and a band of young Mandolorian warriors raided and looted the imperial settlement. This is where Hawk found his true path, re-united with his fellow Mandolorians. Instantly he began his training. Close combat training, constantly beaten resulting in the many scars which cover his body and face. coming to the age he is now, an elite sniper rifle expert. Known as Hawk throughout his fellow Mandolorians, he takes a shot when needed and rarely misses his target, and as a respectful Mandolorian he does what is needed to get the job done, and he would follow his higher ranking officers to the death and without Question.

Mandálii kote. Eran, vode, c'rtä!

A nice profile Draius... I'll get mine up at some point but mine tend to be quite long, I need to get the motivation!

only made it brief :') I'll most likely to it in a lot more detail when I find the time

In Game Name: Katelyn
Character Name:Katelyn
Age:20-ish
Gender:Female
Race:Human

Attitude: Friendly, flirty, dirty minded, loyal, respects the chain of command (Especially if you can beat people with it to make them understand it) and Authority.
Bad Habits: Thinking things to far. Taking threats to her people as serious and making sure those threats will never ever come up again. Pointing out flaws in plans or tactics.

Appearence: Tall with blonde hair and lightly tanned skin.

History: She was a test-tube baby, grown in the Imperial Vats and specifically bred to perform out most in the Imperial Intelligence Service. For that they tweaked her DNA, making her gain muscles easier, her general appearance more prettier and her wit sharper while reducing the chances of illnesses and genetic defects affecting her work. To imprint her to make her loyal to the Empire did she grew up under the care of an ex-officer of the Imperium to get a sense of duty and commitment drilled into her. This kept on through the Academy, where she was taught the basics of infiltration, assassination, warfare tactics (psychological as well material) and seduction, among other things. Once she graduated from the Academy was she drafted into the service of the IIS, just as she was planned to. She did a few tasks for them, nothing to big or out of the extraordinary. However, she eventually wanted to do more than just serve in the IIS and the designated task and began searching for mercenary work. This is also how she joined up with the Blackscars.

Name: Rey (Subject to change)
Age: Early Twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Zabrak

Attitude: Lightly humouristic, Oddly Curious, Professionally Serious.
Bad Habits: Forgetting faces or names, Misplacing or Breaking tools, Forgetting to speak.

Appearence: A 5'11 tall Zabrak with a healthy red skin and a somewhat muscular body.
Atop his head rests his long dried hair with a deep black colour, and five horns at the front around his forehead each beautifully sharpened and well maintained.
His face is fairly structured and painted with tattoos, damaged with a scar going along his jaw and reaching to his feminine lips and a rather large burn scar around his neck, and his narrow eyes concealing his green iris.
Rey speaks in a light Imperial accent with a not-too-deep and calm voice, often seen with a confident expression which can easily be turned into that of worry.
Rey's usual garb is white armor and a blue chestplate, with green/brown cloth underneath it and a thick white scarf around his neck.
He wears multiple canisters of Kolto strapped to his chest with a belt, and often carries a wide set of pouches around his waist, and a dart and missile launcher on his left wrist.

History: Born on a Zabrak colonized planet with a climate similar to that of Tatooine, but moved to Nar Shaddaa at a young age to live with an uncle.
Fairly early in his teenage years, his uncle "disappeared" leaving him alone and officially "orphaned". Cast onto the street, he joined a gang of other teenage orphans whom often raided low-security shops and small gangs stashes.
In those years Rey got familiar with a blaster and the effects of multiple drugs and medicines from raiding illegal drug shops.
By the time he reached adulthood he began working for larger gangs, organizations and eventually the official forces on Nar Shaddaa, thus falling into the Bounty Hunting profession.
After taking over a previous target's space ship, he began doing work offworld sending him to multiple Imperial battlefields.

In Game Name: Kranis
Character Name: See above.
Age: 13 (Human years - Chiss age faster)
Gender: Female
Race: Chiss

Attitude: Defensive, Loyal, Slow to open up.
Bad Habits: Occasional Aggressiveness, Big Headed.

Appearence: Slim build, her armour is thick to hide this fact. Black shoulder length hair with a fringe hiding a large scar running diagonally almost the whole length of her face. Most often seen wearing an 'intimidating' helmet which hides all her facial features.

History: ( I haven't yet thought up a whole history for Kranis, this is my first Star Wars lore experience outside the movies. So instead, I'll write a general brief and update this once I find time to talk Chiss lore with Molt, which he has no choice about > ) Kranis' mission skills: Infiltration, prior to joining the Blackscars Kranis was employed to get behind enemy lines and either plant explosives or eliminate a small group or single enemy target. While her thick armour can protect her during firefights, it would be a waste to send her kicking down the front door when her real skill is in running round to the back door then blowing the house to hell. She is also used to working independantly, and thus as of yet still learning the skills of effective teamwork, as evident in her hesitant performance during her first mission with the Blackscars, resulting in a minor blast wound.

(which he has no choice around)

... yaaaay, i feel smart! ... and slightly under the heel again

In Game Name: Tarkar
Character Name: Tarkar Krysla
Age: Thirty
Gender: Male
Race: Human Cyborg

Attitude: Selfconfident about his skills and loyal, he shows respect to those he thinks are forty of it. Mostly calm and a neutral expression but never too up thight for some fun or a good laughter.
Bad Habits: Short fuse, sometimes over confident and never one to turn down a fight.

Appearence: A near seven foot tall human with a muscular build due to his training and a cybernetic right eye, he has short brown hear, brown-yellow eyes and a normal build face apart from the scar. If you ever got the change to see him without his armor you'd notice the dozens of scars he has covered all over his body with one big but old scar on his back which could be made from a slicing weapon. He only wears a helmet when he really needs to for reasons of his own. He might have other cybernetic 'upgrades' but you'd need to ask him about them since they might not be as obvious as his eye.

History: He was born on Dromund Kaas with his father being a Sith and his mother a diplomate, one day when Tarkar was still a mere boy his mother was killed in an explosion. His father believed this to be an assassination on her but nobody listened, fearing for his son's life he fled Dromund Kaas to Mandalore where he still had some friends. When his son showed force sensibility he began to train him in the ways of the Sith but young Tarkar believed that letting yours emotions take control would cloud your vision and could cost you victory. Reluctantly his father changed his teachings but when Tarkar hit the age of eightteen his father was killed during a Republic assault on Tatooine where he was visiting an old friend. Angered by this he decided to become a Mandalorian mercenary since he held no direct loyalty to the Empire and because he hated the Republic. He continued to hone his skills as a force user and turned out to be quite the fighter in spacebattles which after years of experience resulted into him growing powerfull with the force and got him into the Blackscar Mercenaries but he never turns down a good spacebattle when one comes around the corner. He has a scar over his right cybernetic eye which he got during a fight with the sand people on Tanooine which costed him his eye which was replaced soon after, he uses the eye to scan his immediate area for all sorts of reasons that only he knows.

In Game Name: Ruusaan
Character Name: Ruusaan Vey
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Attitude: A genuine love of life tinged with a self-deprecating and rather dark sense of humor. Blunt, honest and given to fits of unguarded generosity.
Bad Habits: Foul mouthed, short tempered and a dirty fighter.

Appearance: A broad shouldered , 5’ 8”, red head with noticeable facial scaring and occasional mydriasis of her left eye.
Rarely seen out of armour, her beskar is a heavy, non-laminate and shows evidence of having been extensively re-worked.

History:
Some eighteen years or so before the Treaty of Corsucant, Ruusaan was born into a scattered Mandalorian clan that was in slow decline since the battle of Malachor V. The daughter of a blacksmith, Ruusaan grew up in an area of Keldabe known for its artisan craftsmen. The close knit community she became a part of was as much her clan as it was a network of interconnected businesses.

At five years of age she started on the long-standing tradition of early combat training, after her elder brother completed the Verd’goten to signify the end of his. The next seven years would see her develop a range of martial skills alongside learning the family trade. Ruusaan would never have the skill with the forge that her brother had, but she developed a talent for wiring and integrating the electronic on-board systems that were a crucial component to modern beskar’gam.

Half-way through her training the Hydian Blockade began, with both her brother and father leaving Keldabe to take part. Ruusaan’s mother stayed at home so that her training could continue. The blockade would only last a year, with her father falling in combat against an overwhelming Jedi onslaught. Although her brother returned home her training would continue for another two years.

Five years before the Treaty of Coruscant and at thirteen years old, Ruusaan would complete her verd’goten. In recognition of her achievement, her brother presented her with her father’s beskar’gam. Although this would mark her coming of age, there was much still to learn for the young Mandalorian.

Romance would blossom only a year later. A game based on hunt training got out of hand with Ruusaan breaking the leg of Veshin Taak, she took the young man to safety and sought help. Over time they grew close and married some two years later, shortly after Ruusaan’s sixteenth birthday.

Unfortunately their love would be short-lived. Four years after their wedding her husband was grievously wounded during a recovery mission that went wrong. Veshin later died of his injuries while in a Kolto tank.

She swore revenge, executing a republic prisoner they had captured during the operation before being talked down by her company. Realising that in her current state she would be a liability to the group and their future reputation she took her leave in a patrol craft she later dubbed Cin Vhetin.

The years following were marked by sporadic solo contracts for the empire and the Hutt Cartels. Russaan preferred to deal primarily in live capture and object recovery to avoid a reoccurrence of her lapse in judgement.

Eventually she fell into retained service with a minor Sith Lord; the relationship was strained with nether side willing to make concessions on the nature of the work Russaan was to carry out. The arrangement collapsed when Ruusaan resigned from service to take work with the Blackscar.


Edit: It's become apparent that plans to make Ruu "socially reserved" are not going to work. I love it when RP events shape a character like this. Also background re-written as I've done a full version for
Codex Ulgo

((Here's a little story for ya!))

In Game Name: Trekkie
Character Name: Vitael (Louv'Itae'Lutem)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Chiss

Attitude: Cocky, forward and charismatic. Makes jokes and fools around to ease tension
Bad Habits: Cocky and will take some what serious situations with a pinch of salt and try to joke around with hostile parties to assert authority.

Appearence: Blue skin, red eyes and short black hair. Other than the mark of the Blackscar, he has only 1 scar on his body hidden along his back, where in the past he was betrayed and attacked from behind, and then left for dead.

History: As a young man, Vitael entered the Chiss Military and was assigned to a secret covert force under the command of a very distinguished General, and had a very lucrative stay with the mysterious unit, where he reached the rank of 'Commander', but Commander of what has been kept secret to this very day.

Vitael was eventually loaned to the Imperial Military to serve on Hoth where he, amongst others, aided the Ministry of Logistics by providing cold weather training and equipment for skirmishes on the icy world. It was during his time on Hoth that gave him the recognition he had earned within the Chiss military. He was in charge of a large group of military commanders, all of whom would be vital to the leadership and control of Hoth but who had no extensive training in artic conditions, on a routine training exercise. During this exercise his team was ambushed by, what appeared to be, mercenary forces. After the majority of the officers were wounded, and few more dead, Vitael had managed to force the mercenaries to retreat by what witnesses described as 'Expert Marksmanship' in neutralising the enemy leaders.

With the eyes of the Imperial Military commanders upon him, he was awarded the Joint Service Commendation Medal, Imperial Army Commendation Ribbon and the Distinguished Medal of Imperial Honor, which were well deserved when you think of how the Hoth campaign could have been irreversibly damaged without these seasoned leaders.

Within a day of receiving these medals, he was approached by Imperial Intelligence operatives and was transfered to their command, and was swiftly put to work. After such heroism on Hoth, the entire Imperial Intelligence Agency had their eyes fixed on Vitael's first mission. He lead successful missions on Hutta, Dromund Kaas, Balmorra, Tattooine, Nar Shadaa, Taris, Belsavis and many, many more worlds. After defeating terrorist organisations, corruption within the Dark Council itself and overcoming a scheme to dismantle the entire Imperial Intelligence Agency, Vitael was finally releaved of his duties as a Cipher Agent with distinction, to be called upon again only for Ghost missions into enemy territory.

Now that Vitael had 'retired' from Imperial Intelligence, he was free to go about his life in a manner he saw fit. It wasn't long after that he found himself deep within Republic space hunting a fresh bounty. He used his intelligence connections to gain information on the culprit, an asset he can still utilize to this day, when he came up against a competing Bounty Hunter named Kord. Both wanted the target for themselves, and after numerous days hunting in each others shadow, the target was captured... but by Kord!

Once the bounty had been delivered, Vitael received a message from Kord asking to meet on Tatooine. Once he arrived on the planet he wandered into the cantina, where he met his recent rival on a slightly raised stage along one side of the room. After conversing for a short while, Kord acknowledged Vitael's ability to hunt, and admitted he was better than almost all of Kord's known Bounty Hunter associates when it came to this factor.

Several hours later the meeting was over, Kord had asked Vitael to join his clan of mercenaries as a captain after discovering his past experience in commanding covert strike teams for the Chiss military, and his heroic actions on Hoth. Eager to prove his worth to a group who he considered the best mercenary clan in the entire galaxy, Vitael quickly agreed, and started his new life as a member of the Blackscar Mercenaries!

In Game Name: Axel
Character Name: Draxel 'Trigger' Killstar
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Attitude: Uptmost respect to anyone of superior rank or of the Mandalorian people, quite formal when the occasion arrives however, very laid back when formality isnt called form, Cocky when needs be but never arrogant.

Bad Habits: Very short fuse when anyone slanders his superiors or the Mandalorians. As short as putting a hole between there eyes if it reaches that far

Appearence: A tall and well maintained machine is what you see when you look at Former colnel Draxel Killstar, during formal circumstances he removes his helmet and you witness bright yellow eyes shining out amongst his dark chestnut hair and beard. Some call him a well oiled machine when he stands to attention, his stocky shoulders poised and pushed back. His well built muscular body stays static until further orders. A cheeky smile and a wink that can take the heart of any female in his path, you cant help but take a long look at this charming ex-marine.

History:
....Enter Command:.....
....Accessing Imperial records....
.... Personel File: #4087635 Draxel Killstar....
....Opening Data file....

Draxel Killstar, a fine example of respect and loyalty, an excellent marine and an outstanding covert ops soldier. Not much is known of his birth, or his planet of origin, however rumoured to be of Mandalorian decent, we can only pinpoint his story from where he was found, at the doors of the Dromund Kaas Imperial Military Academy. Since his childhood he was brought up in the art and the poetry of war. From a young age he was taught everything a soldier needed to survive and be respected among his brothers in arms, respect, honour, dignity and the cause being more important then a soldiers life, for the good of the cause was the good of the empire.
With these traits drilled into his head, the small orphan boy became a teenager with a bright future, before he became of age to be recruited into the military, Killstar spent all his waking hours at study or at the shooting ranges, hours upon hours of grueling tests both physical and mental, studying the tactics that led to the victories and the defeats throughout history. During his sixteenth year Killstar became obsessed with Mandalorian tactics and valour, he was amazed at the courage and strength of the Mandalorians a people he thought lived for glory, a people he thought he must have belonged to. He took council with his mentor and for the first time he enquired about his origin.

"With all due respect sir, you must know something about where I came from, who I am?"

Draxel said as he looked up eagerly at his mentors face which held nothing but the stern look of dissapointment.

"You Killstar are to be a soldier and nothing more, you are the perfect weapon, you have been trained ever since you were a small boy and will make a fine addition to the Imperial Marine Core. You need know no more! Is that understood?"

" But Sir surely you know something, what if I were to be Mandalorian, I could unite the Marines and the Manda..."

"Silence!" yelled the mentor.

"We need never discuss this again! Are we clear?!"

Draxel looked down to the ground in shame as he mumbled "Yes sir."

With dissapointment and shame on his shoulders, Draxel turned a new leaf, if he was not to be Mandalorian he'd sure be as brutal, as deadly and as efficient as one, he worked and trained harder with only glory on his mind, he would be the best, and he would find out who he was even if it meant his death.

For years Killstar focused on his duties to the Empire, serving and following his commands no matter the consequences, throughout his years of service he began to study weaponry, how his blasters worked and how he could improve them, throught his duty he used an obscene amount of different weaponry, from propelled rockets to flame throwers, rifles, to heavy repeating cannons, grenades, knives, vibroswords even hand to hand combat anything he could use to kill another being. However with all his use of exotic weaponry he became obsessed with using dual blaster pistols, he once described them to be to be more reliable and efficent, and if one wasn't good enough then two would certainly get the job done. Thats how I came to give him the nickname trigger, his obsession with blasters was incredible if not a little taxing at times.

3 years later on, Draxel turned 25 and thats when everything changed, he started having dreams, recalled memories from his childhood before he was abandoned, he always told me that he couldn't make any sense of it and that it was all so blurry and the sounds didn't sound like anything specific just a wailing here or a muffled voice there. During combat he started to become eratic, he spoke out to officers and battled his own way, it was magnificent to see for us rookies at the time, its was beautiful the way he moved down the battlfield, ducking and dodging out of the way of blaster fire, not leaving a single living thing in his path. Then it went from magnificent to worrying, every now and then...he'd just black out, he'd look concious but something was missing...and he started talking in these states, but it wasn't any tongue I was familiar with. "Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it. Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it" He would pass out and begin saying that over and over almost as if it was embeded on his brain. A year later he began saying them conciously with no idea where he was pulling them from, he understood it when he spoke it, but had no idea how. "Aliit ori'shya tal'din" family is more then blood he said, after all thats what our little unit was...bretherin...family.

The day of his 26th birthday (by imperial record) he vanished, some considered him to have gone awol, others said he went off to find truth, a few said he was just after a life better of that then a soldier, only i knew the truth, a truth that even my superiors would find hard to believe, the truth Draxel was searching for. I knew this from being his friend and his ally and the note he left me on my bedisde, i couldn't read it but i recognised the scripture, and this holobook i shall take to my grave whereever that may be. I knew what he was even if he didn't he was Mandalorian and I believe he just needs the help of a few, to prove it.

Final report from private Rober Jenki's Journal.


"My friend, Aliit ori'shya tal'din, draar digur, Nar dralshy'a bal gar jorso'ran parjai"
Draxel 'Trigger' Killstar

...End of file...

Character name: Dulleen Kaliig
Callsign: Doll
Age: Very Young
Gender: Female
Race: Zabrak
her favorite line: "I'm Just a Pilot"
Attitude: Shy
Appearence: Tiny Slim Zabrak Female always wear dark colored jumpsuits

Daughter of Sanjin Kaliig
Currently Pilot of the A'den, The Blackscar Capital ship

Dulleen is force sensitive but has never been trained in the art, and now uses the A'den as a home and to hide from sith wating to force her into training

Her Weapon of choise is a vibroblade

Name: Goran Dalriadan
Codename/Alias: Blackheart
Age: mid-thirties
Birthplace: Corellia
Race: Human

Appearance:
Medium, muscular build. Mostly wears golden and black Mandalorian armor. If caught without his helmet, rugged, unshaven look, somewhat wild goatee. Roguish charming smile.
Personality: often described by his enemies as cold and calculating, an image he tries to somewhat nurture. Those that know him better, paint a different picture though. Loyal to friends and teammates, good sense of humour. Seems to have a soft spot for female attention, although so far it hasn’t gotten in the way of his job.

Background:
As the son of a Corellian smuggler, he followed his father’s footsteps and started doing runs for the Hutt Cartel at a young age. In his early twenties he was forced to dump cargo when being hailed for inspection, for which the Hutts put a bounty on his head, causing him to lose his business contacts in the process. In the end, Goran got fed up with the situation, and after having killed yet another bounty hunter, he donned the mercenaries armour and flew to Nal Hutta to face the Hutts.

He was nearly killed as he blasted his way through Nem’ro’s palace, if it hadn’t been for a Mandalorian who was impressed by the boy’s daring and skill with the blaster. He subdued and extracted him before any real harm was done. His smuggler’s career now completely gone, with his ship being confiscated, Goran accepted the Mandalorian’s offer to join him as a sidekick. The aging bounty hunter learnt the boy the tricks of the trade. One of their hunts ended up in an ambush, leaving the old bounty hunter lethally wounded. After his mentor’s death, Goran took his armour and became a true bounty hunter himself, using the name Blackheart.

Hi there everyone!
Since I became a full member of the blackscars today, I figured out it'd be the appropriate time to register. I'll be doing my character profile tomorrow.

In Game Name: Moxie

Character Name: Moxie

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Rattataki

Attitude: Cocky and forward, Moxie has no problem speaking her mind no matter who is around.

Bad Habits: As well as the aforementioned overconfidence; Moxie is uneducated and often struggles with foreign cultures and ideas.

Appearence: At 164 and a half centimeters, and 48 kilograms; Moxie is petite. Her muscles are well developed, tight, corded, and disproportional for her size, but not grossly so. She has no hair, and a few striped tattoos on her face and skull. She has several piercings on her face, as well as some not visible in her armor. Her eyes are a pale grey color, and her skin matches. She has not been found wearing one suit of armor consistently, and what she does wear looks crudely made by hand, and repaired one too many times past its use.

History: Moxie was trained to fight from an early age on her home planet of Rattatak. At 12, she ventured away from home and lived in the refugee district of Nar Shadaa. After failing to find work for over a year, she decided to join the Imperial Military. She was shipped off world immediately and participated in several battles during the war. After the Treaty of Coruscant, her position in the squad was pending termination. Her commanding officer attempted to extort her for sexual favors, in order to receive her benefits. Moxie refused his offer, and instead drew her blaster on him as he lunged to attack her.

The evidence to support her case was ignored, and despite her service as a Field Medic, she was dishonorably discharged and planned to return to Nar Shaddaa. Instead, she was captured by supporters of the now dead Captain. Her captors shoved her in an escape pod and sent it to Tattooine, where she was left to die. Instead, she found a clan of Jawas that she convinced to hire her for guard duty. During the trade season, she slipped away in the city. She soon found work after hearing about the Blackscar Mercenaries in a cantina one night.