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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 23, 2017 20:06:03 GMT -5
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Character Name (faceclaim optional) Age | Moral Alignment | Light or dark? | Gender Physical Description (coloring, attire, height, build, etc) Personality Description (hopes, fears, tendencies, likes, dislikes, etc)
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 23, 2017 20:06:16 GMT -5
Peregrine "Perre" Constane 30 | Rebel Moral | Light | Male x
Perre is a good looking fellow, and he is well aware of that. He carries himself with the type of swagger and arrogant self confidence that some find charming and others find slightly annoying. He's taller than average, but not exceedingly so, and built rather sturdily. Perhaps his most defining feature would be his hair, which in the right light looks like spun gold. When he was younger, beardless and not as bulky, his friends would call him Princess Perre, and to a few the nickname remains. Some have even shortened it to just "Princess". He keeps his hair about shoulder length, and often typically unbound. It has a slight wave, but for the most part it is manageable. Anyway, otherwise he is pretty traditionally masculine, complete with facial hair and a strong jawline. Perre's eyes are a dark hazel that from a distance are easily mistaken for brown. In brighter light, they take on a pale clarity that gives the illusion of a complete shift of color. When it comes to attire, Perre is easy as it comes. He gives very little thought to what he wears, and most of his items of clothing have been worn for many years. For that reason, his style is rather nondescript. He takes whatever is given to him, and is known to take the boots off a fallen enemy if his own are falling off his feet. Anyway, his most common attire is a pair of brown trousers under an open necked off-white robe. The only sentimental thing on his person is a small cloth bracelet on his right wrist. It was passed down by his father, who was a miner in the heart of the galaxy. He also wears a couple rings, but those are merely things he's nicked over the years. Personality Description (hopes, fears, tendencies, likes, dislikes, etc)
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 23, 2017 20:06:31 GMT -5
Jett Kastor 23 | Chaotic Impure | Dark | Female x
Jett is more often than not found with smudges of black grease on her face and her hair tumbling unceremoniously from the tie. Nevertheless, she would be described by most as attractive. She's tall for a woman, exceeding 5'7 by half an inch or so. Her build is slim and athletic, built for endurance rather than for bursts of strength or speed. Her stomach is flat and possess the smooth indentations of abdominal muscles. As far as coloring goes, Jett is on the fairer side. Her skin does not often tan, but rather burns when under the sun for a long enough stretch of time. Thankfully on Millenne is is not usually given the chance to turn bright red. Jett was born with hair as pale as daisy petals, but it has since darkened to a warm golden brown. It is straight as a pin, and falls to her mid back in a silky curtain. When it comes to Jett's face, she would describe herself as rather uninteresting, mostly because she is lacking in gapped teeth or a crooked nose or any other "defining' feature. Rather, her countenance is delicate and pretty. Her chin is feminine and her cheekbones high. Her nose is thin and her lips well shaped. Her brows are slightly darker than her the hair on her scalp, and they too are rather nondescript. Jett has eyes the color of whiskey. Dark brown, with hints of amber. They are almond shaped and expressive, as is the rest of her face. Her own favorite feature is the spattering of light freckles on her nose and cheeks, which she thinks adds a touch of character. Perhaps not as much as a crooked nose or a gapped smile. But it'll have to do. It is her attire that she uses to express her rebellious side. Asymmetrical cuts, cropped shirts, numerous studded earrings, and heeled shoes speak to her rather anarchist personality. Her favorite colors are neutrals, for colors make her look approachable. Her most common outfit is a tight, cropped white shirt with long sleeves; camel colored pants with an asymmetrical brown belt, and tall brown boots. She likes being taller than the occasional man, so the boots work well in that regard. Also her lightsaber color is purple.
Jett is trickier than a fox. Her regard for authority is completely nonexistent, in fact she is known to argue with just about any order that is thrown her way. She strongly dislikes being told what to do, even if the person giving her commands is older or of higher rank. When in training, she would do exactly the opposite of what was asked seemingly just to get a reaction. One time she was told to run three laps around the swamp. She swam right across the middle six times, earning numerous mysterious bites and bumps in the process. And it took her longer than any of the other padawans, because the mud was so difficult to traverse. But when she returned, despite smelling like a shoe and looking like a river hag, she possessed a defiant smile. So that would be Jett's defining characteristic: complete and utter disregard for authority. Additionally, she is sassy, impatient and the opposite of loyal. All of that being said, Jett actually makes friends with more ease than most. She is charismatic, and some find her defiance funny. Ultimately Jett might seem more morally secure than she really is. She would quickly sell out a friend if the price was right, and she might just jump ships if given the right incentive. Or maybe just for fun.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 23, 2017 20:06:56 GMT -5
Cassio Noxe 28 | Lawful Evil | Dark | Male x
Cassio is a criminally handsome man, which gives some the illusion that he is kinder than he really is. In reality, he is about as compassionate and as good as a coiled viper. But more on that later. Cassio commands all rooms he enters. He is tall, taller than most men by a good six inches. And it goes without saying, given the amount of physical prowess to be a jedi, he is in top physical condition. He has intimidatingly broad shoulders and long limbs, which provide him a huge advantage when it comes to altercations involving lightsabers. His face is structured and symmetrical. Proud, shapely brows over fierce blue eyes. He has a narrow nose and an unfairly good looking mouth. Full, perfectly sized, and complete with a cupid's bow. Cassio is rarely seen without facial hair. He is a man with a darker complexion, and his hair is as black as night. The hair on his face is always trimmed and neat. The hair on his head is longer on the top than on the sides. It has a natural curl, and sometimes it is long enough to wear in a bun at the back of his head during training. He is seemingly without physical flaw. But balance finds a way to impose itself. Cassio rarely goes without a shirt, even when the other men forgo wearing them in the training arena. The reason for that is the burn mark that spans a third of his upper body. The textured, scarred skin has a slightly reddish tint. The scarring begins below his right collar bone and covers most of the skin on his ribs, all the way down to his right hip. Not many know how the wound was inflicted, only those who have been lucky enough to pull the story from the rigid man. He was trapped in the pilot's seat of a ship he was forced to crash land. Had he not been pulled from the wreckage by a fellow jedi, he likely would have burned alive. But enough of that! As far as attire goes, Cassio is typically seen wearing stark white robes. Black leather straps form his belt and border the seams on his upper body. He wears tall boots, and he is never without the red lightsaber strapped to his side.
It's when it comes to Cassio's personality that everything falls apart. He has innate cruelty that most find impossible to bear. His insults are frequent and often incredibility injurious, as if he can see directly into the greatest insecurities of those around him. He is proud, ruthless, and prone to hold eternal grudges. In his defense, however, he is a very driven man. Everything he wants he works for until his fingers are bleeding and his legs wobble from exhaustion. He is ambitious to the point of being obnoxious. He always follows orders swiftly and to his best ability. Those who work beside him also know him to be a complete perfectionist. He will not stop working at something until it is absolutely perfect, whether it be his training or just the trimming of his facial hair. He has high standards for himself and for others. If those expectations are not met, his rage and disappointment will scorch all within close proximity. Like most people, Cassio does not think of himself as a bad person. In fact, he thinks of himself as rather moral. Of course he is aware that he is prone to hurting feelings. But that doesn't strike him as such a bad thing. In fact, when he insults someone it is usually because he wants to improve a situation. He becomes annoyed when everyone isn't pulling their weight or putting their best foot forward. And he would also be the first to admit that he is his own harshest critic. Perhaps a more perceptive eye would warrant that a lot of his anger is a manifestation of his own fears and insecurities.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Dec 23, 2017 23:54:01 GMT -5
Yu Xingfu 54 | Neutral Good | Light | Male
There is nothing particularly fearsome about Xingfu when skimming the surface. He stands at 5'8" and he's not tall, he settles on average. In addition, with his loose fitted clothing, it's hard to tell that he's got a well muscled frame. With years dedicated to training his body, it shows. Many fail to notice his age in addition to that. With his mobility, finesse, strength, and appearance they tend to think he is younger than he actually is. A simple mistake that he doesn't quite mind. In terms of features, there's nothing exactly memorable about him. He has short, well kept black hair. He has dark brown almond shaped eyes, a tan complexion, and thick brows with a slight arch upwards at the end. His body is heavily scarred, though there are no indications as to how he came to receive them. There are some wounds that seem like they were from blasters, burns, and cuts. It is also noted that his right pinky is missing. Unbeknownst to some, Xingfu is also partially deaf in his left ear. It's from a rather potent blow to the head, but it hasn't caused him much trouble as of late and most of those who are close to him know of this injury. In addition, Xingfu has a large tattoo of an eastern dragon curling up his right forearm and ending on his chest as well as a tattoo of a foo dog on his left arm. On his back he has a tattoo of Guan Yu - the God of War - and the words 兵不厌诈 ["nothing is too deceitful in war"] next to the Guan Yu tattoo. Underneath it at his lower back there is a newer tattoo that says 君子之心不胜其小,而气量涵盖一世。["the heart of a good man cares not about his own selfish desires, but of all that it encompasses from the breadth of his heart"]. These are often features that are overlooked as well due to his black robes [ though on some occasions he wears red robes with black pants ]. These are matched with a red sash that holsters his green lightsaber. Above his robes, he generally wears a black cloak that encompasses his form and hides his lightsaber from view as well as make him seem smaller than he actually is. In addition, he wears black boots that end right about at his shin.
When it comes to disposition, Xingfu is best compared to an immovable object. He is an honorable man, he believes in living life by a certain code of conduct that is befitting of a jedi. He does not kick the downtrodden. Having once been a man of fiery spirit and reckless energy, he has mellowed down quite a bit. He is a disciplined man with control of his action and his temper. It is hard to ignite anger in him and much harder to stir conflict when he is around. That is not to say that he won't fight back. He just never initiates conflict, choosing instead to end it. However, that said, he is both stubborn in his ways and dauntless. If he firmly believes in something, there is no changing his mind. It plays hand in hand with his loyalty. Those he swear to protect and those he swear as his brothers in arms are the closest thing to family for him and he would do anything to protect them. It plays right into his self-righteous behavior. He knows very well the nature of man, but he also knows himself well. He believes, whether his actions go against the teachings of the jedi or not and the law, as long as he doesn't fail himself he is not in the wrong. Though he values kindness and integrity, he has no qualms with doing what he believes needs to be done. Xingfu is a wise soul. He's the kind of man that sagely says things like "Good intentions are overshadowed by violent actions." and "Eventually you become tired of who you were, it's not too late to change who you are." without any prerequisite. There's no warning and suddenly: wisdom bomb. He leads a life of former conflict but he's made peace with who he once was and what he once did. He's even considered passive as a result to his reluctance to star conflict, but that is far from the truth.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Dec 24, 2017 4:27:27 GMT -5
Fuyu Isao 47 | Chaotic Neutral | Light | Male x x
Isao is a man that commands attention in many ways, but appearance is definitely not it. He stands at 5'7" and has a lithe and limber build. It doesn't seem like much, but his style of combat is based on two things. Precision and speed. He's built of sinewy muscles used to work. It gives him a rather thinner appearance than most would expect but his broad shoulders and unfazed posture make up for his less than threatening appearance. He has black hair that is kept short. It's silky and sometimes, when it has the chance to grow out, covers his eyes. He has dark brown eyes with laugh lines at the corners, the only sign of his age alongside his frown lines. He has something of a beard forming, but it's mostly just stubble. He doesn't ever shave fully since it makes him appear too young, but the beard appears too unkempt. He has a very powerful voice, it travels far and is a statement towards his character. In addition to that, he is seen in either one of two outfits. Generally it's either a navy blue robe with grey undergarments and a white sash, grey pants, and black boots or a white coat with black accents along it and black pants with a black leather belt and holster. His lightsaber, found on his side and a very recognizable symbol of his status as a jedi, is blue. Underneath his clothes, he has a number of scars from the fights he's been in as well as training in his youth. Nothing is far too noticeable, but if someone watches him closely, there's a slight limp in his step. During especially bad days, he seems to favor his left side if not discreetly so. If he rolls up his left pant leg, there's a nasty scar across his kneecap that is hard to miss. Isao has a large horimono tattoo on him. It spreads on both his pecs down his arms, stopping at the wrist, across his back, down his buttocks, ending at his thighs around his knee. The tattoo has black water like waves and clouds down them accented by greens of foliage and pinks of peonies, a consistent theme on his arms and legs to make a centerpiece around a large black phoenix accented with red.
As stated before, his appearance isn't terrifying or intimidating, but it's the manner in which he holds himself that garners him respect. There's a certain air of aloofness to him that makes him, to an outsider, seem cold. He's not all that cold when someone gets to know him. He's a lot more reserved in his mannerisms and a lot less expressive in his features. His responses are just duller and it takes a lot to rile him up. That's not to say he's a distant man by any stretch. He's actually very good at assimilating among a crowd, becoming unnoticed and falling casually into conversation. He's a stern man with a very serious disposition, not often allowing people to waste his time. It makes for a very no-nonsense personality. Putting it side by side with his thoughtful nature that can only be show in the precision of his strikes and the manner in which he handles himself, it makes him seem hard to approach despite the fact that he devotes his life to those he cares about. He also has a habit of speaking in a manner that sounds like he speaks in absolutes, inexorable in his ways. It's probably what allows him to have such a commanding aura in the first place. He utilizes both skill and certainty to impress upon others that his opinion is one worth listening to. It's hard to imagine someone like him to have an aura of sadness lingering around him, clinging to him like a constant. But its always there, persistent and permanent. Sometimes, even stifling. But despite all that, he tries to be as welcoming as possible and though he doesn't make a habit of giving out compliments, when he does it's from the bottom of his heart. He is dignified, but there's something decisively lonely about him.
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