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Post by Janel Kast on Jun 19, 2003 19:56:40 GMT -5
I thought I'd start a thread for those that wanted to add a little history to their characters and get a little more into role-playing.
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Post by Janel Kast on Jun 19, 2003 20:00:35 GMT -5
Janel Kast
I was born into a privledged life. My family was very wealthy and gaining more and more prestige with every dollar made. I was born the second son of Hayden Kast, Chairman and son of the founder of Loronar Defense Industries. LDI had emerged as a major arms manufacturer and was quickly growing. Life was perfect, and I thought it would last forever, I was wrong.
Janus, my brother, and I were going out to meet my sister, Sierra, and some of her friends to celebrate my 20th birthday with a fun night of drinking and dancing. Everything was great until about an hour before the bars were going to close. My brother was buying another round while I was off in a private corner with a new “friend”. My sister was out on the dance floor when; two off duty Imperial officers came up and starting harasing her. I didn’t notice what was going on untill about the time my brother intervined and told the Imps to back off. It seemed like they were going to, then one of them suddenly pulled his blaster out and strruck my brother across the face. He fell to the ground, but he almost instantly rebounded and charged at the Imperial who shot him. Fueled on alcohol and rage he moved towards the officer with the blaster, he never stood a chance. I was up and running towards the fight when Janus took two blaster shots to the chest. I lost control, the Imp never saw me coming, I knocked him to the ground and he lost control of his blaster. I quickly dropped to the floor and picked it up. I turned towards my brother’s killer and unloaded the blaster on him. After I knew he was dead I looked at the other Imp; he was fleeing out the front door, probabbly to get more help. I did the only thing I could think of, I ran.
When I got home I woke my father. Somehow through the chaos in my head I found a way to clearly tell my father what happened. He gave me the hard credits he had in the safe and told me to leave the planet. He gave me a final hug and went out to find my sister.
Shortly after, I learned that the Imp I killed was the nephew of a Grand Admiral, because of this the Empire launched major investigation. When they learned who I was, or more importantly who my father was, they used the murder as an excuse to sieze my familys holdings and take over controlling intrest in LDI. They sent my mother and sister to Kessel, and executed my father. I lost everything, and my family is now dead because of me.
I spent the next 4 years running from the Empire and jumping from planet to planet. That’s when I met kTamorel. He spoke to me about how the Empire has ruined many lives other than mine, and how he formed a group with the purpose of overthrowing the Empire and ending it’s regin of terror. Welcome to the Bringers of the Dawn.
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Post by BremmToric on Jun 20, 2003 15:11:52 GMT -5
Bremm Toric Here.
Growing up on Naboo as an early child almost destroyed my future as a Rebel, yet it also propelled it to the up most of any possibilities. My family described the Old Republic as a giant bowl of gelignite, whereas all the different species are all the different ingredients and when put together (in the senate) make an explosive mixture. They said that the only good the Senate did was gave Palatine Emergency Power which he used as a foothold to thrust him into his current spot as emperor. My parents were always looking down on the Rebels calling them, "Destroyers of the Peace". But every time I countered by stating they are like the all Rebels, fighting for injustice. When they would state the only injustice being done is the Empire isn't destroying such instigators.
By the time I came of age I had decided I would join the Imperials and destroyed what I so dear love now, The Rebel Alliance. My parents were so proud of me, actually, the proudest they have been of me. My first mission as an Imperial officer was to stop some instigators on the outskirts of Theed. I came to find out it was nothing but a bunch of children in their rebellious adolescence years. They had no weapons what so ever. Yet my squad was told to take no prisoners but to set an example. Finally convincing the rest of the squad there was no use in killing the teens; they decided to send the teens to face criminal charges in front of the commander. And he would do the sentencing. Knowing the commander as a man who allows no mistake to go unpunished I decided to help the teens escape to a transport leading to the outer rim where the Empire would have no choice but to give up on finding them because their Jurisdiction was edgy out there.
Deciding that if I stayed in the Army I would probably would be discovered of my criminal offense I posted my resignation.
After seeing the true colors of the Empire, I decided to help all those in the destruction of it. Not wanting to be discovered (by the Empire) for my criminal past I learned to live off the land and scout it. Leading other runaways or aggressors of the empire threw the land is what I want do to best of my ability.
While doing this I encountered a few distinguished people along the way, one in particular. kTamorel. He explained his thought of a New Republic that he and other Rebels saw and that the Empire is "Darkness engulfing the Galaxy". And that we must "Bring Dawn to this Darkness.” He brought where I am now.
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Post by LeekorYair on Jun 20, 2003 21:34:28 GMT -5
My story is similar to the first. My parents were reble symphathiers. They sold the rebels the proton torpedoes that were used on the Death Star. My family was runnig we were over endor and were shot down. My bro and sis were killed on the "landing". Imps followed us down we ran out of the ship with only a couple weapons. A Lamba shuttle landed and deposited 20 storm troopers. My father shot 19 of them with a heavy repeater before he was killed. Then I in a violent rage picked up a fallen trooper's blaster and shot the last one. The pilot fearing for his life fled. We were stranded on Endor. We befriended the Ewoks. My mother (only surviving family member) died of an illness. I soon found the imps building a shield generator. So I snuck in and stole a shuttle and flew to Naboo where I fought until I was detained in a detention center where Tael broke me out and I joined him.
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saiber
•BotD• Member
when in doubt, SHOOT THE IMP!!!
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Post by saiber on Jun 23, 2003 15:57:47 GMT -5
On my home world of Corellia i was known as ziggy, an underworld pilot for hire. my job was to get people out and away from imp control.
Every thing was goin fine untill i smuggled Flirry Vorru out of Corellia. When i retured to Corellia(with mondo cash in my pocket) i found my family....
All dead in their respective homes each with a message sprayed on the wall next to them;
your next ZIGGY!!!!!!
I was very very mad so I got my ship and filled it with remote thermal detenators all synced together. i flew over to the main government building. i then put my ship on a crash landing vector lined up with the gov building and ejected in the escape pod. as soon as my ship hit the building i blew the thermal detonators.
all in all i totaly vaped the top half of the building.
a couple days later i found out that the moff controlling corellia was at imperial center durring my attack so he didnt get hurt.
i realized that if i was going to get my revenge i would have to join something bigger an organization of sorts.
that organization is the TEXT BRINGERS OF THE DAWNTEXT yes this organization will do nicely, not too big not too small
im am a new Zabrak fighter/pilot
time to go get some imps!!!!!!!!!!!
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