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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 16, 2019 22:27:52 GMT -5
in a galaxy not so far away, the force is at work
◌ CHARACTERS ◌
I know many people hate forms, and some people like them. For that reason, I'm going to give you free range to make them as detailed or as sparse as you'd like. You can spend a bunch of time talking about appearance and then a few words for the personality. Or you could focus entirely on the character's history. My point is, do whatever you prefer! If you have no preference, you can just follow my lead with your forms.
Also note that pictures/collages are not at all compulsory. In fact, I probably won't be using images for my characters.
Formatting is also up to your own discretion. I prefer some type of formatting, just because it looks nice, but I know some people are unable to code so it's fine. You can just copy the formatting from my forms if you don't have anything specific in mind!
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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 16, 2019 22:28:02 GMT -5
in a galaxy not so far away, the force is at work
◌ MARCUS SEPTIMIUS LECTOR ◌
male | thirty-three | sith | roman | pansexualAppearance: Lector is tall, especially for the time period. His height came seemingly out of nowhere, given his father was of average height and his mother even shorter. Regardless, he was taller than either by the age of thirteen. A rumor among the people of Rome, which Lector has only fed, is that he is actually a descendant of the war god, Mars. There are certain aspects of his appearance which would perhaps suggest he is a demigod. Beyond his height, he is broad shouldered, long-limbed, and striking to behold. He is handsome in a nontraditional way. His features are fine, his locks softly curled. He never wears a beard, mostly because he has never been able to grow a thick one. Instead, he is perpetually clean shaven. This gives him a slightly younger appearance, despite him nearing the end of his prime. Lector's skin is naturally quite dark, given his family's partially african origins. His eyes are dark as chips of onyx.
Though aspects of his appearance are beautiful, there are nonetheless obvious reminders that he is a mortal man. Firstly, because he grew so quickly as a boy, his back troubled him from an early age. If one runs a finger along his spine, they will find it quite unusually curved. This has affected his entire body, especially as he's gotten older. His spinal deformity puts pressure on his right hip more than his left, causing a limp. Lector always walks with a scepter, to disguise the abnormality in his gait. The sceptor is one of his iconographic attributes. It appears in the many portraits of him that litter the city. Some statues and paintings depict wheat snaking up its length. Another one of his attributes is his wreath of gold and egyptian blue flowers. This is in reference to his predecessor's exploits in africa.
Lector wears primarily black robes. He carries with him a light saber of dark blue. It is rather light compared to many, made for swift and dexterous movements. Gold is his metal of choice, and he also wears many rings.
Personality: eccentric, intimidating, fickle, suggestible, determined, addictive, perceptive, intelligent, among other things.
History: Lector was born the nephew of his predecessor, Gaius Africanus. His parents, both Force users and members of the ruling family, raised him primarily in Pompeii. He was called to Rome to serve under Africanus' at the age of twelve. His responsibilities were few, and he spent most of his time gallivanting around the city with the other boys his age. At the time, he was too young to understand the responsibility that would soon fall onto his shoulders. He was the youngest male relative of Africanus, and as such, many an important eye was trained on him even from a young age. He didn't know it at the time, but he was watched and tested as soon as he arrived in Rome. At fifteen, he was named his uncle's heir and officially adopted. The next spring, Africanus died of disease contracted while away in Persia. Before Lector had time to receive any instruction or guidance, he was named the Emperor of Rome.
From the beginning, the senate was cautious of the young Emperor. Lector has always been rather unpredictable, and this was worse when he was young. He was prone to fits of inspiration and melancholy. He wavered between overly righteous and cynical. He became a drunkard and was known for hosting extravagant parties. His worst moment came at the age of eighteen, when he sent an entire legion of his army to their deaths in an ill-advised battle. This is known now as the Massacre of Blue Hill. But it was also a turning point of sorts for Lector. Once he was sober enough to understand what he had done, he decided he would take his responsibilities more seriously. Today, he is more stern and deliberate with the things he does. He is imperfect, but he has a better understanding of the power at his fingertips.
Family:
Father - Maximus Septimius Mother - Julia, age 60 Younger sister - Julia, age 30 Youngest sister - Aurelia, age 28
Maternal uncle - Emperor Gaius Africanus
Former Wife - Lavinia Catalina
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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 16, 2019 22:28:12 GMT -5
in a galaxy not so far away, the force is at work
◌ SIGNY FARGRIM ◌
female | twenty five | jedi | viking | pansexualAppearance: Signy takes after her father in appearance. Both are of average height with slim, wiry builds. Both have hair of chestnut, though now Henrik's is streaked with silver. The texture of her hair, however, Signy gets from her mother. It is fine and straight as a pin, and she typically wears it in a practical up-do. Her skin is pale, as is to be expected from her place of birth. It burns easily in the sun, which thankfully there isn't much of in the north. Signy has fine features which she thinks are remarkably plain (she envies women with more character to their faces). Her brows are delicate, not dark and proud. Her lips are unremarkable, and her neck is slender. She thinks herself ghost-like in appearance, and she fights this image with the perpetual sharpness of her eyes. They are stormy gray-green in color, dark enough to be mistaken for brown from a distance. The only feature she covets is her long, curved eyelashes. When she was little, her father called her "Owlet" because of her large, inquisitive eyes.
Signy is built for endurance rather than strength. Her male cousins like to grab her upper arms and remark on how skinny they are. This is where she got the nickname Goose: not only because she has slender limbs, but because she'll attack anyone who points them out. Who knows why family members are always comparing her to birds. Even so, Signy is stronger than she looks. She is not opposed to manual labor. Her hands are calloused and her shins perpetually bruised. She has slender hands built for tying shipping knots.
Being blessed with the gift of the Force, Signy is never found without her lightsaber. Its place is at her hip, where she can reach it at any moment. At night, she sleeps with it next to her pillow. It is pale yellow in color. Her clothing is largely traditional. She wears dresses when at home, where she spends most of her time. Her dresses are well-tailored and typically neutral in color. Her only other physical item of note is the pin she wears in her hair. It depicts two silver snakes, with a waterlily between their open jaws.
Personality: loyal, brash, silver-tongued, short-tempered, manipulative, independent, stubborn, among other things.
History: Signy is the firstborn child to a chieftain by the name of Henrik Fargrim. He was once a renowned warrior, though now he is old and crippled. After she was born, her mother and Henrik's two successive wives gave birth to six more girls. Signy's first brother was born when she was sixteen. Long before that, however, her father had given up on having a male heir. Signy was trained as a warrior as soon as she could hold a weapon. Because she was his firstborn, Henrik did nothing to hide the fact that she was his favorite. But Henrik was a fickle man, and though he loved his daughters and his wives, he was never home for long. He spent the majority of Signy's childhood and adolescence sailing to distant lands. In the meantime, she was left to look after her family. Though she was trained as a shield maiden, fighting was never her sole interest. She is known among her tribe for something entirely different, and that is her storytelling. It began around the fire when she would tell stories to her many younger siblings of their father's adventures. At first they were all true, but she quickly began sprinkling in fantastical details, much to the delight of the little ones. This tradition continues today, but instead of just the children, all of the clan comes to listen.
Signy's father returned from his final adventure when she was twenty-two. He had been gone for nearly two years, and when his ship finally arrived on the familiar shores, he was a changed man. The long journeys, extreme conditions, injuries, and illnesses had their effect on his body and mind. The man who was once a great warrior has withered to a bitter and controlling old man. He has become ruthless to the tenants of his land, cruel to his wives, and unloving to his children. One of his strange behaviors is that he refuses to acknowledge any of his young sons, for now he has four. He maintains that he was a father to only daughters, and will frequently rant about who will take over once he dies. Even so, Signy looks after him. She is one of the few people who he will tolerate. Because she is a woman, he will not let her take on more responsibilities in the clan. But the men often look to her when they are are wary of the wrath of Henrik.
Family:
Father - Henrik Fargrim, age 52 Mother - Aslaug Gylfidottir
Step mother - Ref Thorgindottir, age 47 Half sister - Asovr Fargim, age 21 Half sister - Ingirid Fargrim, age 21 Half sister - Siv Fargim, age 18
Step mother - Thyri Vandindottir, age 36 Half sister - Geirlaug Fargim, age 15 Half sister - Halla Fargrim, age 10 Half brother - Leiknir Fargrim, age 9 Half brother - Gunnsen Fargrim, age 6 Half sister - Astrid Fargrim, age 3 Half brother - Erlend Fargrim, age six months
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 17, 2019 0:25:55 GMT -5
Marcus Falco Cerularius
"Victory. Or death." forty one | male | roman legionary | sith | gay resolute | confident | disciplined | loyal | principled | observant | vicious An established centurion in his legion, Cerularius is the primus pilus of the VI Legion. A man built from ash and steel, he shows signs of his battle prowess on his body and the harsh lines in his face. He is a well muscled man standing at the height of 6'5". He has dark hair, cropped short with a full beard, and sharp brows. His shoulders and broad and his jaw is square. What is most striking is his pair of light green eyes, generally contrasting the dirt and soot on his face. He is generally seen in the legionnaire armor, if not he is either seen in a toga or a tunic with a red cloak.
He was drafted at the age of 17. He was the son of a candle maker and took up learning the tradecraft prior. His mother's origins were unknown, but given that his father was not a force wielder, Cerularius suspects that he must have taken after his mother. Nearing his twenty fifth year of service in the legion, Cerularius is still uncertain if he wants to continue his service or retire and reap the benefits of his service before he dies on the battlefield. However, something still ties him to the legion. A lust for blood still grows deep inside of him, the war is not won and he cannot rest.
His lightsaber is red.
Sir Noah Wright, K.M.
"You are fighting a battle you have no chance of winning. Do you keep trying anyways?" fifty two | male | knight | jedi | bisexual articulate | bold | cunning | driven | elegant | focused | gallant A former general who striked fear into the hearts of his enemies, Noah goes by many names and many titles, though mostly he's known as King Midas nowadays or the Kingmaker to name a few. He might not look like much, but the man trained many brilliant knights and guided many young individuals in noble bloodlines to positions of power. He's a warrior and a scholar and he holds himself with an air of aristocracy despite his meager height of 5'8. He has brown hair with wavy locks, short but not cropped and amber eyes that appear gold in the sunlight. His skin is a healthy tan from being in the sun and he has a formidable well muscled build that is accented by his flashy black and gold armor with an eagle's head crest. He's both dangerous and meticulous and he has no qualms in proving either or.
It's unclear as to why Noah left the kingdom. He doesn't talk about it. It might have to do with the pains he feels in the cold winter nights from a wound that nearly killed him, but didn't. There's a resentment hidden behind the smiles and fearless bravado and endless dramatics that even chivalry can't account for. He's lost something dear to him and he now travels the lands in search of a new battle. A new reason. Either way, he's stripped himself of his titles and loyalties and dives head first into a war that wasn't his to fight but also involved him as a jedi who stands against everything the sith represent.
His lightsaber is gold.
Fuyu Isao
"Your tenacity is impressive, but allow me to be frank. This is not something easily overcome by belief alone." forty seven | male | ronin | jedi | demisexual cold | reserved | stern | inexorable | dignified | thoughtful | rational Once a renown swordsman, now a wanderer with no place to call home, Fuyu Isao's fallen a long way from favor. Though it'd be hard to discern that from a quick glance. Despite everything, his demeanor commands respect even though he stands at 5'7" with a lithe and limber build. He's all sinewy muscles, but his broad shoulders and unfazed posture makes up for it. He has short black hair, stubble, and dark brown eyes with laugh lines. His most commanding attribute aside from his elegant posture and calculating demeanor, would definitely be his powerful voice. It travels far and is a statement towards his character. His body is also riddled with scars and he has a large horimono tattoo of black water-like waves and clouds, accented by the greens of foliage and pinks of peonies. This surrounds a large black phoenix accented by red.
Born into a poor family, Fuyu Isao was a farmhand in his youth. However, he was taken in by a samurai jedi named Fujioka Mamoru without any decedents who were capable of following in his footsteps. He was trained and raised as a samurai and fought for the ideology that he would bring honor to his family and his adoptive father's family as well. He fell in love with the daughter of the daimyō's adviser who knew of his heritage and rejected the marriage. However, they disobeyed and married regardless. They had two children, one who died in combat following in his father's footsteps, and the other young and frail of body. His wife died giving birth to their second child and the daimyō's adviser took it out on Isao by sending shinobi to assassinate the Fujioka Clan. As the only survivor, due to his failure to protect his family, his father-in-law expected him to commit seppuku. However, burdened with protecting the only family he had left in the world - his daughter, Fuyu Tenshi - Isao took to the roads and became a wandering ronin going further and further away from Japan. In time, he met Xingfu and the two became traveling companions.
His lightsaber is an icy blue, almost white.
Yu Xingfu
"Experience can only be gained through failure. They will grow with time." fifty four | male | ex-jinyiwei | former sith, jedi | asexual wise | stubborn | calm | disciplined | self-righteous |honorable | dauntless An average looking man, Xingfu stands at 5'8" with no notable features. He has a well muscled frame hidden by loose fitted clothing. He doesn't appear his age, but he doesn't look younger than a man in his mid thirties. His hair is black and groomed with care, his eyes are dark brown, he has a tan complexion and thick brows. There's not much to remember about him and it's easy to glance over him and consider him not a threat at all given his easy going demeanor and temperate smile. He's deaf in his left ear and scarred all over. He also has a collection of tattoos. One of an eastern dragon on his right arm and a foo dog on his left. He has a tattoo of Guan Yu on his back.
A former cog in a well oiled machine, Yu Xingfu was handpicked by the emperor to serve in his imperial secret police. He was volatile, violent, and merciless in a paranoid regime and stopped at nothing to accomplish what the emperor asked of him regardless the price. The toll on his mentality was high and eventually when he came to a realization the damage he had wrought, Xingfu had slipped away and fled, renouncing his ways. Unable to wash the blood off his hands, he was determined to right the wrongs one way or another. It all started with a wandering ronin with a child and no place to call home. He's not looked back since.
His lightsaber is dark orange.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 17, 2019 0:53:44 GMT -5
in a galaxy not so far away, the force is at work
◌ SAGA SIGURðARDÓTTIR ◌
female | twenty | jedi | Viking | heterosexualAppearance: Ghost really hates forms so don't expect anything special
Personality: idealistic, spirited, loyal, quick-tempered
History: wip. probably.
Family: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2019 15:30:28 GMT -5
Aoyagi Kagami female | thirty-five | ex jedi/bountyhunter | asexual
Description: Kagami doesn't look all that intimidating at first glance, she's small with a lean, lithe build to her that allows for her to slip in between cracks and crawl through spaces that would typically be too small for someone else as well as maneuver through large crowds with ease; which is made even easier due to the fact that she's extremely flexile and light on her feet as well, she moves effortless through tight spaces and steps quietly, making it easy to sneak up on someone. Her skin is a creamy color with a slightly light tan hue, and her face is round and small, with decent cheekbones, large, slightly pointed ears that stick right out and a somewhat large nose. Her eyes are almond shaped, colored a dark brown that from a distance appears completely black. Speaking of black, her hair is a dark raven color that's rather soft and thick, its long though its often pulled back into either a ponytail, a braid, or some sort of bun or even some other way, so long as it keeps her hair out of her face, she doesn't care how its pulled back; however not all of her hair is pulled back, there's always a few strands that are left loose in the front, curling slightly down to her shoulders.
Personality: Reserved is probably the first word that comes to mind when Kagami is brought up. She's a very quiet person that is as likely to tell you about her personal life as a dog is of growing feathers. She's stubborn and extremely focused, always going head first after her goals and never giving up. She has very little care for her own safety though, especially not when she's pursuing something at the time. She's a bit obsessive actually and once her mind is set on something, there's no changing it. She'll give up sleep, forget to eat, and over all dismiss her own health for her goals, which often leads to her getting into more trouble than before as she forgot to make sure she was ready of dealing with the situation before plowing right into danger. She's also a very secretive person and doesn't work well with others, she doesn't trust anyone and refuses to share information, she's far from a team player and will often go off on her own even if she's supposed to work with someone else. A little rude and abrasive as well, she'll likely respond with sarcasm when confronted and has a bit of a temper that flares up quite easily. She's hot headed and sure of herself and in her opinion, perfectly capable of taking care of herself and any jobs without the help of anyone or anything else.
History: Kagami's parents had both died when she was young, leaving her to fend for herself from the age of 8. However it wasn't long before a couple jedi knights found her and realized she was strongly connected to the force and began training her to become a jedi. However it was a long process, as her stubbornness and lone wolf attitude created new challenges in her steps to becoming a full fledged Jedi. When the sith became more and more of a problem though, Kagami abandoned the ways of the jedi, opting to fend for herself again and deciding to remain neutral in the war against the sith. She soon began to use her skills for bounty hunting, willing to do just about anything for a price.
She carries two lightsabers with her, both a matching light purple in color.
another character coming soon, once i figure him out a little more.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 17, 2019 17:01:59 GMT -5
Ulas Vakai
"Find the value in it, will you?" thirty-nine | male | mandalorian | mercenarycurious | stubborn | engimatic Originally a warrior of his clan, Vakai eventually left his home planet following the increasing conflict on Mandalore. He became a mercenary, dealing heavily in scavenging and thievery across the galaxy. He's known for his sharp mind and quick hands- if there's something you want stolen, he's your guy. Though his attitude leaves much to be desired, he gets the job done for the right price. He also considers himself pretty good with tech.
He thinks Earth and it's cultures are strange, but interesting, and find himself calling it home base for the time being- especially as it is off most of the galaxy's radar, save for the whole Jedi conflict going on. Not much can be said for his appearance- he's average height in human terms, somewhere around 5'7, and speaks in a slightly distorted smooth-toned voice. His Beskar-made armor is a slate gray with silver highlights, worn from battle but well taken care of, as well as bearing a calf-length cape attached to the pauldrons. Vakai's appearance underneath as of now is unknown.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 21, 2019 14:55:57 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Flavius| Twenty-Six years old| Roman Centurion| Sith| Pansexual
Description: Marcus has short, dirty blonde hair with gray colored eyes. He has a diamond shaped face and a sharp jawline. Marcus is a above average height, and has a well toned body from training and fighting. Marcus has fair colored skin and a few scars on his arms. Usually, you can see him wearing his centurion armor proudly or wearing fine robes and garments.
Personality: Marcus is a outgoing and strategic man. He is a fighter and will keep fighting even when he is outmatched. He is proud of his roman heritage, and fights to bring glory for the Roman Empire. On the battlefield, he is a relentless and a bit cruel. He is a hard worker and expects his soldiers to do the same. He is a confident man and likes to flirt occasionally. Marcus has a narrow view of the world and doesn't realize what is actually going on. When he is not fighting or training, Marcus likes to attend social parties or go riding on his horse. He is always looking to improve his fighting skills and hopes to find a worthy opponent to put his skills to the test. His goal is to one day became a Legate and perhaps a general.
History: Marcus was born and raised in Rome. His father was a tradesmen while his mother stayed home to take care of him and his siblings. Growing up, Marcus found himself drawn to the Roman soldiers. He liked hearing stories from battle and would pretend to fight in said battles. His parents tried to change his mind hoping he would become a scholar or get into politic but to no avail. Once he turned twenty years old, Marcus eagerly joined and began his training. Eventually, with blood, sweat, hard work and a few sacrifices Marcus managed to become a centurion.
Other: Marcus owns a horse named Ferox and his lightsaber is red.
(Let me know if there is anything I need to change. I tried looking a few things up when creating him.)
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