SWG Tales

Ok, since we've been bringing it up a few times, I thought I'd post a good template to use for character profiles on the main site. THE PROFILES SECTION WILL BE FOR ANYONE ON GORATH THAT WANTS A PERMANENT PLACE FOR THEIR PROFILE TO BE DISPLAYED. What I'm doing with mine is giving a very brief summary of Zannon's past in the actual profile, then there will be links at the bottom of the profile that will take you to stories that will give the reader more details about Zannon and his past adventures. So, my profile will read as follows and there will be a link at the bottom to the story I wrote called "I Would Have Chosen Love" (currently in RP forum http://swgtales.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=127):

"Alias: None Known
Race: Rodian
Age: 30 Standard Years
Height: 1.6 meters
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eyes: Black
Skin Color: Blue with Orange Frill Accents

Planet of Birth: Rodia
Current Location: Nocturnus, Lok

Current Profession/Skills: Engineer, Architect, Accountant, Entrepreneur, Smuggler, Pirate


Affiliation: Midnight Coalition, Zancorp, ZanJet
Known Associates: Ahnk'ra Aramethia, Mess'tar Dooo, X'an Shin, Skorixor, Skarr, Cista Sajet, Seret Sajet

Background:
Zannon was born the only son of one of the most successful and wealthy business owners and politicians on Rodia. He was raised in the highest echelons of Rodian society and attended the prestigious Sullust Academy for Intergalactic Business and Engineering.

Upon graduation, his father made him an almost equal partner in Rodia Advanced Manufacturing with the intent of transferring full ownership to him after he had gained more experience in the world of business. Zannon became Chief Executive Officer of his father's business and quickly proved himself as a successful entrepreneur and skillful negotiator.

When The Empire took control of Rodia three years before the dissolution of the Galactic Senate, it seized the assets of Rodia Advanced Manufacturing to assist in the construction of the Death Star. On the day The Empire took control of his family's business, Zannon became a fugitive and was branded an outlaw under unusual and unverified circumstances.

To this day, Zannon is considered an enemy of The Empire and is classified as "At Large" within the Compnor Intelligence Database."

Nice. I'll post mine soon as i bring in my laptop so i have the screen shots of the bio to relook at.

When you guys are ready to stubmit your bios for the main site, e-mail them to zannon72@ameritech.net. Last I checked we have to do some fixes to the site before we can update it, but as soon as we have new stuff on there, we'll let everyone know.

Didn't we already do this?

Didn't we already do this?

Yeah, but some people still haven't done it...AND we're opening it up for non-nocturnans to put profiles on the site.

But...how do we know how tall they are in the game? ;____;

Good question.. I just know how tall Lok'i is because he is set to max hieght... 1.8m

Lok'i Vidaar wrote:Good question.. I just know how tall Lok'i is because he is set to max hieght... 1.8m

I'm basing mine off of Zannon's, because I know Dwi's a little shorter than him, hehe.

Name: Dwilah Thi'nel
Alias: None Known
Race: Bothan
Age: 32 standard cycles
Height: 1.3 meters
Weight: 105 lbs
Eyes: Light brown.
Fur Color: Pale sandy blonde.
Hair Color: Pale sandy blonde, wavy, a few inches past the shoulders in length, usually kept up in braids wrapped about the head.

Planet of Birth: Kothlana, a small colony planet of Bothawui.
Current Location: Nocturnus, Lok.

Current Profession/Skills: Doctor, Combat Medic.
Retired Tailor, Merchant, Surveyor/Resource Exporter.

Affiliation: Neutral in the Galactic Civil War.
Known Associates: Zannon, Oeree Oebate and other Nocturnus citizens, Major Kincaide of the Imperial Revenue Service.


Background:

Brought up in wealth, Dwilah showed an affinity for sewing at an early age. Too shy and timid for the politics of her mother, a regional representative in the planetary senate of the small colony planet they lived on, Dwilah was mostly friendless in the planet's higher society circles. At the age of sixteen, her mother attempted to use her daughter in a political plot to sway a political enemy. In the blunder that followed, Dwilah was sent to Lok to apprentice to a master bothan tailor in a rapid attempt to remove her from the situation.

Over the next sixteen years, Dwilah became a master tailor and eventually a Councilor of the Lost City of Lok. She studied healing from local medics and doctors that passed through the region and eventually put her sewing techniques and deft fingers to the task of surgery, becoming a master surgeon.

Dwilah relinquished her Councilor title and her Tailoring business after a series of events that happened shortly after Nutrinous and Coiyonite attempted to take over Nocturnus. She managed a warrant out for her arrest for assault in public records, though one has to dig a little deeply in order to find it. The details of this aren't clear, though it acted as a catalyst for starting hew life anew in Nocturnus as a full-fledged Doctor. The warrant vanished mysteriously from her public record a few weeks later.

Dwilah Thi'nel sits on an awkward middle ground between the Alliance and the Empire. Suspected of spying during a brief stint with the Rebellion, she now remains neutral, though her known associates are frequently Rebels, save for one reoccurring Imperial officer.

Yup...it's open to anyone on the server that want a permanent place to display their profile. I might even split it up into categories based on what player city you're from and/or guild you're in.

Send Away!!

oooooh you're sure making my work cut out for me. I could really use these in e-mails outside the forum. Lets just keep this bumped until I can get them into HTML format.

I'm on it my Twi'Lek friend. Everything posted here is saved as a word doc on my 'puter.

You da man, Rodeo Rodian.

Name: Novall Talon
Alias: "Solver of Problems"
Race: Zabrak
Age: 37 standard years
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220lbs
Eyes: Bright red
Skin Color: Black with red clan tatoos

Planet of Birth: Wistril
Current Location: Mercenary Stronghold on Tatooine

Current Profession/Skills: Master at Teras Kasi, Master Pistoleer, Smuggler, Explorer, Mercenary

Affiliation: The Mercenarys (MERCS)
Known Associates: Fellow MERCS

Novall was born 37 years ago on the planet Wistril deep in the Farfin sector. Wistril, a planet fairly populated in teh outter rim, had spent centuries in relitave seclusion save for the war between the humans of Wistril and their brethren on the sister planet of Sauvenor. After the destruction of the atmosphere on Sauvenor, its remaining inhabitants fled to Wistril where they became outcasts to the planetary monarchy. Among the refugees from Sauvenor were the small Zabrak clans that inhabited the plains of the southern continent of the planet. Arriving on Wistril, these clans banded together to make a harsh journey to the eastern continent that still remained largly uninhabited.

The Talon clan was the last to set up a small settlement at the foot of the Eternal Peaks range. Due to their small size, Talon clan was given a majority of the fertil lands as well as resources for the first fifty years of their life on Wistril.

253 years later.

Wistril's monarchy had for generations allowed criminals to have a virtual run of the planet. The planet's nobles often went to the extremes of hiring mercenaries to take out the King/Queen inorder to slow the influx of crime. The empire begain to take notice.

5 years later.

Farfin sector recieves a new Moff due to the rampent rise of criminal activity in the Wistril system. A human named Brathkin was appointed personally by the Emperor to put a stop to the lawlessness on Wistril and make the system a loyal and productive member of the Empire.
Brathkin did just that. His first edict as regional Moff was to demand the alleginace of every being, clan, noble, and government offical to the empire via written decree.

The Zabrak clans of the Eternal Peaks met once every two seasons to discuss matters of the clans, trade between the towns, and various governmental matters. When this edict was put to a vote...all but three clans agreed to sign and send documents of allegience. Talon, Fri'Dren, and Boklar clans voted against...even at the pleading of the other clans.

Times became hard for these three clans as Moff Brathkin passed down hard embargos and restrictions on these clans. Small Stormtrooper garrisons were stationed with these clans to empose martial law...the hand of the empire begain to squeeze to hard.

Kearevk, elder of the Talon clan, sent his son Novall and the three other noble born sons of the clan to submit their signed document of alegiance to the empire.

To late...

After dropping off supplies at a local sympathizer of the clans plight, the young nobles flew to the grand palace to meet with Moff Brathkin and present the document to him. Brathkin was overjoyed. However, his evil nature demanded that one clan become an example to others...so that no other clan would ever presume to defy the Emperor again.

Smoke rose in the distance as the young nobles neared the lands of their clan. Quickly the young men sat the shuttle down at a nearby farmers house, and made their way on foot into the town. They were devistated to see what none of them had ever dreamed possiable. The town was completely destroyed. Stormtroopers still made their way through the town, killing anything that looked alive. Novall immediately started towards his home, dodging patrols and probe droids as he finally entered what was left of his home. Entering the half destroyed arch of his front door, he saw his wife lying face down on the floor covered in rubble. He quickly dug her out, only to notice a blaster wound in the top right of her chest. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, she tried to speak, but death took her before she could utter a word. Novall became enraged. A stormtrooper happend into his house after hearing his scream, and in a lighting fast movement, Novall pulled out his blaster and let lose with 4 blasts...all hitting the trooper center mass killing him instantly.

Novall snuck his wife's body out that night and took her to the nearby Serpent River where he carried her into waist deep water, and let her body float away to eternal rest. He never knew what happened to his other companions, but assumed they were all killed. He made his way back to the farm where the shuttle remained. He flew to a nearby city where he gained passage on a freighter destined for Tatooine.

Once on Tatooine, Novall promtly took to making himself as scarse as possiable. He joined the service of Jabba the Hutt as a skiff guard, pulling duty for the Sarlacc pit, smuggling, and occasional backup for Jabba's bounty hunters. One of his more famous encounters as a bounty hunter trainee was an incident with some spacers in Bestine. His fast pistol action gave him 6 kills that day, leaving a child called Sepiv alive to be the only survivor of that fateful meeting.

5 years pass.

Novall has had enough of Jabba's slimy orders and figures the empire is no longer a threat to him. He takes 20,000 credits from Jabba's sail barge and runs into the desert where he sets up a small home on the eastern edge of the dune sea. Occasionally, he would bring in various collected resources from his part of Tatooine and trade them with the locals for whatever he could get. One day while enjoying a Jawa Beer in Mos Eisley cantina...he noticed a certain Twi'lek dnacer named Ekade. He wasted no time capturing the heart of this young and beautiful twi'lek, giving her everything he could to be as poor as he was. Novall's love for Ekade led him to join the rebellion to protect her from a fate that his former wife Anylissina had come to. Novall rose quickly through the ranks of the rebellion, finally becoming a captain and taking command of a small brigade outside of Mos Eisley on the Mesric Plateau. The brigade was small yet potent enough to inflict noticable damage on Imperial resources. It wasnt long after this when Novall's world turned upside down...yet again.

Not long into their marriage, Ekade told Novall something that would change his life forever. She loved another. How could this be? Novall had bound his very soul to her in the timeless tradition of his people. How she could take this from him so thoughtlessly was beyond him. Unable to "feel"...he secluded himself away from the world.

Present...

Novall has resurfaced as one of the galaxies premier bounty hunters. His jobs cover both imperial and alliance factions as well as the private and corperate sectors. He has reciently formed a small and elite syndicate of commandos called The Mersenaries. This group hires themselves out to anyone who is willing to pay their rate. They dont ask questions...they just do their job.

Ok, keep the profiles coming. If you could also e-mail me a screen shot or two of your characters to zannon72@ameritech.net, I'm going to try and get the profiles section of the main site done by next weekend.