Moonfire's Menagerie

[Moonfire]

* - - - Richter Kast

Twenty Three/ Sith Navy/ Petty Officer 3rd Class/ A Pretty Nice Guy/ Collects Bugs/ Unremarkable

Theme song: Yellow by Coldplay
Status: Active

* - - - look at the stars,

Appearance: If you were to scan a room of Sith, Richter would hardly stand out. There's nothing particularly remarkable about his features, or his behavior, and he fits neatly into the box of your standard Sith soldier.

He has a runner's build, tall and lanky. His almost gangly appearance is less a product of lack of strength, and more of lean, dense muscle. Richter's facial features are average, with a widish mouth easily set into a goofy grin. His light brown hair is slightly longer than regulation, but within the realm of grace, especially since he's given his superiors no reason to dislike him. Richter's eyes are a darker brown, contrasting with his pale, clear complexion. His only real distinguishing mark is straight, vertical scar on his forehead, at the edge of his hairline, subtle enough that it usually takes a good bit of time to notice.

Richter commands no reaction when he walks into a room, but those who interact with him usually form an opinion quickly; either they see that he's a good soul, or sigh him off as too soft. There's a particular furrow to his brow when he sets upon a task, and outward reflection of that inward determination. Though most of Richter's traits take time to notice, there is one that he hopes is never noticed at all. Richter's left hand is plagued by a slight tremor, one that started up with little explanation, and has yet to go away. As a gunner, he knows it would jeopardize his career, but he's certain it hasn't yet affected his performance. What the Sith don't know, can't hurt them.

* - - - look how they shine for you,

Personality: Once one actually notices and gets to talking with Richter, they'd find him a rather standard young man. Goodnatured and agreeable, Richter prides himself on his likability.

A rather laid backing fellow, Richter doesn't get caught up in the politics or power struggles amongst the crew. Always happy to be there, hes not one to complain, even if something is bothering him. Forever the worker bee, Richter will move relentlessly towards a goal until its completion, doing everything in his power to see it through.

Hesitant about change, Richter finds comfort in routine. Relishing in stability and order, he likes his room to be clean and organized, his friendships to be blissfully drama free and his time on duty uneventful. In the off chance Richter actually has to do something he falls into like everything else he does, with mindless determination to complete the task before him.

Not the most excitable fellow, he'll take events in stride, rolling as best he can with the punches. All in all Mr. Kast is a loyal, kind friend who gets along better with his bug pals than most people. A friendly and hardworking gent, hes one of the most invaluable people you could have on your team.

* - - - and everything you do,

Skills:

• Fast Runner
  
• Jack of All Trades- Has a Little bit of experience in everything, but isn't exactly good at any one thing. (Tech, Mechanics, Emergency Med.)
  
• Experienced Gunner
  
• Disappears in a Crowd

Stats:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5

Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7

* - - - yeah, they were all yellow .

Anessa 'Jack' Farmer: Unit Buddy/Love Interest!

* - - - i wrote a song for you

[Moonfire]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT A GUN

Twenty Five/Fringe Pirate/Bohemian Translator/ Pilot/ Daredevil/ Alcoholic

**Hot Mama- SWU Winter Awards 2012**

Theme song: Poker Face by Lady Gaga
Status: Active

Appearance: If Kailani were to focus on one thing about her appearance she most admired, it would be her pants. Loosely cut, black with a long red stripe, an obvious sign of Corellian honor, showing to all that graced her presence that she was someone of note. In her mind at least. In reality Kai had taken the trousers from a ex-Corellian military man after a well placed blaster bolted had ended his life. Despite the blood stains and their emotional past, Kailani wears them with pride. They were some damn fine pants.

In addition to these fantastic pants, the platinum haired woman can be found in a white bodice, barely covering most of her assets paired with a tattered black jacket the word "HELLION" spelled out in faded letters across the back. When she remembers to wear a shirt, it too tends to be on the revealing side, generally with convenient rips and tears through the fabric. Judging by dress alone, Kailani is a woman for whom shame has no meaning.

What one notices after this is her face, for someone so harsh her face is unusually kind, with round cheeks and soft bowed lips, complimenting her peaches and cream complexion when not bruised or smudged with dirt from her latest brawl. The foil to this sweet baby face is the wicked grin stretching from ear to ear.

Curly white-blonde hair is the bane of her existence. She struggles endlessly either taming it into something short of manageable before giving up and throwing the frizzy remains into a messy bun. Kailani's often given thought to being rid of it all together, but can't seem to bring herself to do. Maybe after another pint.

Personality: Kailani Quix is sarcastic, violent, flirty and above all else, an alcoholic. Content to drown her life away in booze, Kailani is almost always present with a flask in hand and some sort of weaponry in the other. Introduced to the stuff by an old boyfriend years ago, Kailani drinks both in a grand celebration of life and in her own personal mourning. As can be rightfully assumed, her personality differs drastically by both her level of sobriety and the kind poison shes ingesting in that moment.

Reckless to a fault, the blonde pirate acts first and asks questions later, usually with disastrous results. Never quite learning from her mistakes, Kailani is stubborn and set in her ways.

Living by a loose moral code, Kailani follows her whims. She can take a life without a thought, but can be momentarily troubled by a comment she might have made in passing the week before. Most things in the end roll off her back, including death threats and insults. She just wants to get rich, get drunk and enjoy life.

Skills:

• Pilot.
  
• Vibrosword combat.
  
• Drunken Boxing. - She's got a mean left-hook.
  
• Multi-lingual. (Huttese, Durese, Rodese and of course, Basic)
  
  Attributes:
  
  Physical Strength: 5
  Intelligence: 5
  Speed: 7
  Leadership: 4
  
  Unarmed: 7
  Melee Weapons: 4
  Ranged Weapons: 6
  

Asyr Yevor: Crew Mate/ Friend With Serious Benefits
Shine Albartos: Drinking Buddy
The Bohemian Crew: Pals and Co-Pirates
Jack Makura: Amused-Hate Relationship. Mostly Hate.
King Rook Solsten: That-prince-I-stood-up.
Romeo: NEEDS to get LAID

[Moonfire]

Moonfire Esense

Fifteen/Jedi Padawan/Nature Explorer/Clumsy/Adorable/Insecure 

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Theme song: New Soul by Yael Naim
Status: Active

i'm a new soul, i came to this strange world

HOPING I COULD LEARN A BIT ABOUT HOW TO GIVE AND TAKE

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Appearance: Long black hair falls across the back of the young Padawan, her braid pushed gently over one shoulder, wrapped about with red beads and ribbon.

Thick inky black hair all but consumes the young woman, who by looks alone should probably be called a girl. Long and flowing her hair is much longer than expected, her padawan braid lost in the mass of hair. Moonfire knew she had to cut it soon, but couldn't bear to part with the security of hiding her face. Willowy and short, Moonfire Esense is by all accounts a waif, her pale thin legs look as though they'd belong to a dancer, filled with grace.

Alas such grace never comes from her, riddled with nerves and clumsy jerking motions, the Padawan never seems to have a handle on walking. Short for a human girl, Moonfire tries to boost that height all the more with a pair of heavy black boots. The long tights and wrappings about her arms aren't for fashion, but for protection. Prone to boughts of supreme clumsiness she tries to cover as much skin as possible to prevent injury.

but since i came here

FELT THE JOY AND THE FEAR

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Personality: Always ready to help, Moonfire is supremely eager and kind. She tries her hardest to please as many people as she can, her own needs and wants taking the backseat in her day to day life.

Anxiety and insecurity plague her constantly, making her an overall awkward, if not well meaning girl. Her nerves often manifest as extreme clumsiness and blushing, leaving her an incompetent pile until shes able to get herself back under control. Because of her frequent embarassment shes become rather withdrawn and shy, though she tries to be more sociable and confident. A very loyal friend she will go out of her way for any friend, even a new one.

finding myself making every possible mistake

I'M A YOUNG SOUL IN THIS VERY STRANGE WORLD

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Skills:

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho 3
Makashi
Soresu 1
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 4
Sense: 1
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0

Specialized Skills:

• Awkward Mumbling
  
• Quick Researcher
  
• Knowledge of Botany is Extensive
  

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 2
Leadership: 0

Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1

hoping i could learn about what is true and fake

BUT WHY ALL THIS HATE? 

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Kyo Sartori: Healer/Friend
Si Quan: Youngling Master/Mentor

try to communicate

FINDING TRUST AND LOVE IS NOT ALWAYS EASY TO MAKE 

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[Moonfire]

* SGT. LILA STYLES ! *

Thirty-Two • Republic Special Forces • Heavy Assault Specialist • Adventure Seeker • Blunt • Firebug 

**Best Military Character- SWU Winter Awards 2012**

Theme song: Kiss with a Fist by Florence and the Machine
Status: Active

Appearance: Lila is at first glance a lot to take in. Tall and generously curved, she is anything but slender, large muscles filling out her hourglass shape. Heavy armour, weapons and assault training have changed her once willowy teenaged body into a strong, powerful woman’s over the course of her military career. When not tied back and concealed by her helmet, Lila’s dark blue hair is left loose and about her face in wild waves contrasting pleasantly against the deep pink of her skin.

At almost any given time Lila can be found clad in her heavy armour, a specially modified variety for added armour plating and heat resistance. Colored a dark blue that during fire missions is caked black with soot. Beneath it she wears a form fitting neon green flight suit, only to make up for the Republic refusing to allow her to parade around in neon assault armour.

When off duty Lila surprisingly has a very limited wardrobe, a career woman most of her outfits consist of old wife-beater style tank tops and cargo shorts in an array of washed out colors. She does have a fondness for patterned socks of vivid colors and interesting images, though they’re mostly concealed by her boots.

In a word, supremely Amazonian, Style frequently forgets her size, bumping into things at toppling them over at random much to her chagrin. Prone to speaking with her hands her gun will flail about as she speaks excitedly, her voice a booming laugh. A mischievous smile almost always lingers on her face.

Personality: Gregarious and boisterous to a fault, Lila genuinely likes people, despite her loud and almost gruff interactions with them. Shes always the first one to call out to a friend in the chow hall, or get a game of cards going at camp, eager to make friends, tell stories and be amongst good company. Despite her over all friendly manner, many find her frankness off putting.

Without a moment of hesitation, Lila will state what shes thinking in its purest form, no censor. Many in the military appreciate this trait while she has a hard time maintaining friendships outside of the Army, not that there is anyone outside the service worth her time anyways.

A colorful story teller, Lila enjoys talking about past missions and making jokes, trying to play up the drama as much as possible. Entertaining is her favorite thing to do, making even the most tragic failed mission sound like a thrilling adventure they sadly missed.

Purely, and without guilt Styles enjoys her work. She enjoys the structure of the military, the camaraderie of being in a squad, and while she isn’t particularly devoted to the cause of the Republic she is fiercely loyal to the men and women beside her. Brother and sisters in arms, the bond is thicker than any blood or water in her book.

It is of course worthy of note that Sgt. Lila Styles has a fascination with fire. The rush of watching something burn away, the flames licking over its edges is almost intoxicating, a wide smile across her face as she clears through brush and dense jungle, smoking out pirates. The pure awesome power of a flame is something she understands deeply.

Skills:

• Heavy weapons
  
• Assault training
  
• Fire Control Training
  
• Story telling
  

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6

Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7

Fighting Wampas: Platoon, loyal brothers and sisters in arms.
Yu: Old friends

[Moonfire]

_{ME'ALLO GEV TALRON}
Twenty-Four//Jedi Knight//Healer//Charismatic//Conflicted//Aggressive

THIS IS THE END. HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN FEEL THE EARTH MOVE AND THEN HEAR MY HEART BURST AGAIN

jedi - mando - jedi - mando - jedi - mando - jedi - mando - jedi - mando - jedi - mando - jedi

“Appearance:
Short gingery hair barely brushes the top of Me'allo's ears, the skin pale and freckly even there. A serious looking boy, Me'allo is really all charm and charisma and dimples, his smile dazzling.

Completely covered in freckles the average height man doesn't do well in the sun, his lack of proper pigment roasting him a bright red after only a few moments on planets like Tatooine, even quicker on others.

A high forehead is hidden by long bangs, ever falling into his grey eyes, the color of crushed glass. Not quite stocky Me'allo is average in almost every proportion, his pectoral muscles having only the slightest definition underneath the black lined tattoo he wears over it. Across Me'allo's chest is a large tattoo of the mythosaur and Jedi Order symbol interlocked, representing the

An average outfit for Mel would be his Jedi issued robes, a pleasant earthtone color. His boots are the only real part of him that stands out in a crowd, a pleasant shade of dark green.

X Tattoo image courtesy of Kella”

let the SKYFALL :.

“Personality:
At first glance one might think of Me'allo as a serious boy, his face usually lined with thought and frown, but this only at work as his hands gently heal the sick or weary beneath him. Hard to find humor around pain he keeps himself quiet and detached while working.

A jovial, good-natured lad Me'allo tries to find the positive side to every instance, though avoid the topic of politics. War lacks honor and diplomacy lacks action in his opinions, so rather than pit the two against one another he'd rather sit back and heal those caught in the cross fire. Despite his prideful ways he admits he doesn't know the answer or the balance between the two.

A boastful, almost arrogant man, Me'allo had a tendency to brag or talk about himself when nervous, afraid to let a silence hang in the air for too long. When you're willing to talk though he'll listen, but try to contain himself from piping in on moments where he might relate.

Charismatic and charming, Mel enjoys talking a lot, conversation and people being one of his favorite things. A personable and over all likable guy his feelings are rarely hurt, though if insulted he can be a rather intimidating fellow, though his moments of aggression are long in the past, thanks to careful and constant self control.”

when it CRUMBLES :.

“Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 1
Soresu 3
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 3
Protection: 4
Healing: 6
Destruction: 0

Specialized Skills:

• Ultra charm
  
• Force&Traditional Healing
  

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6

Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3

Force Attunement: +6”

we will stand TALL :.

“Zarene: Romantic Interest/Sith”

face it all TOGETHER :.

[Moonfire]

Twenty-Four xx Sith Order xx Initiate- PR Specialist xx Perfectionist xx Cripple xx Venegeful



Theme Song: Let the Little Lady Talk by Capital Lights
Status:Active

Appearance: In a single word Bellinda is breakable. Incredibly frail and petite this once beautiful girl has wasted away. Her once creamy pale skin has taken on a greyish tinge stretched tight over her bones. Nearly every bump and groove of her ribs and spine are visible beneath the thin layer of tissue protecting her.

After one finished marveling over the incredibly frailty their eyes would be draw to her face, slightly angular with high cheekbones the youthful beauty of her past still lingers here, though the obvious wear of the last few years are apparent. Like all of her species Bellinda is lacking in eyes, the mere shadow of sockets all that are left of the evolutionary step her species had taken. These vestigial eye sockets with their tendency to unsettle other species are constantly covered by a silky textured scarf wrapped like bandages across them. Her hollow cheeks are delicately framed by slippery long vivid red hair, falling just past her shoulders.

Clad in robes of inconsequential color, she chooses them purely for comfort, for feel. The soft slippery texture of silk most appeals to her, though flowy breathable cottons are always an option. Set firmly in her right hand is a long plain wooden cane, the texture of the wood soft and smooth beneath Bellinda's fingers.

At first one would question the use of the cane but quickly they'd see from her gait that Bellinda walks with a pronounced limp. Beneath the fluttering robes her right leg is twisted and broken, disfigured beyond repair and riddled with scars. Left in constant pain the serious faced young woman rarely smiles, holding herself in constant restraint and focus.

Personality: If there was one thing Bellinda most prided herself on, it would be her restraint. A reserved and generally private person, Bellinda is notoriously hard to get close to, despite the friendly words and soft smiles she is known for at various formal gatherings.

Intelligent and witty Bellinda, especially with a few drinks in her, can be quite charming, to make up for her off putting appearance. Her demeanor and keen memory makes ever client feel special, taken care of.

Forever a perfectionist she strives, quietly and without boasting to be the best, to do her job, no matter how tedious and worthless she might think it is, is well done. At the end of the day her clients are happy, the Sith remain well funded and Bellinda gets what she really wants, knowledge.

Thirsty for knowledge, Bellinda will absorb any and all information she get her hands on, her time not spent schmoozing the rich and social elite then spent listening to lectures, studying dark side techniques and questioning Master's on matters of philosophy and science.

Despite her associations with the Sith, Bellinda does not think she's a bad person and has a very intense and internal sense of justice. Through a process of self loathing guilt and delusion Bellinda is able to continue her work for the Sith, at the cost of her looks and health by convincing herself that all the wicked, cruel things she does are for the greater good. A twisted greater good decided by her.

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho 3
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 3
Sense: 7
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 6

Specialized Skills:


Attributes:

Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 1
Leadership: 4

Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 1

Sebastian Monroe~ Sociopathic Lover
Karon Meritt~ Childhood Friend
Halycon "Halli" Price~ Childhood Friend
Tesa Yarum~ Friend || Ally
Jessoin Zarander~ Friend || Ally
Darth Renata~ Mistress

[Moonfire]

Twenty.:.Dantooine Liberation Army.:.Recruit.:.Naive.:.Frilly.:.Peculiar

Theme Song: Naive by The Kooks
Status: Active

Appearance: Theelin and Ghostling heritage, a rare virtually unheard of mix has created a startling, almost eerie looking beauty in Lili.

Her most immediately noticeable trait is her hair, long and straight with a slight coarseness to it, bright forest green in color. Its hue matching perfectly with the dappled freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and in the small, asymmetrical spots across her chest and shoulders. High cheek bones frame wide, sparkling eyes in a paler shade of green, soft spring grass.

Tall and slim, Diva walks like her ghostling father digitgrade, on the tips of her toes, and can usually be seen barefoot, as few shoes made on Dantooine accommodate such posture. Willowy and lithe, with slight muscle giving her body tone, definition from the training she went through under Gordon's tutelage.

Diva is, unabashedly girlie in dress, most comfortable in dresses and skirts, happy to feel the sun on her fair skin as she lovingly tends to her garden.

Most interesting about Diva though is her skin. In the daylight is gives off an almost undetectable radiance, bright and healthy. But dim the lights and watch as she seems to glow, illuminating the darkness around in in a pale, yellow light. In total darkness she shines most brightly, though her natural glow can be noticed in even the slightest shade.

Despite her now near constant confusion, Diva holds herself rather proudly, in an almost prissy sort of way, and when she speaks she can come off as rather stiff in countenance, contrasting with the softness of her voice.

When embarrassed, the young woman has a tendency to flush red and cover her face with her arms, unwilling to let someone see her in such a compromising way.

Personality: Stemming from a peculiar childhood Diva is blessed, and cursed, by extreme naivety. Completely lacking in physical affection growing up she is often perplexed and confused when people draw comfort from touching, and has little to no understanding of adult relationships, or much of how the real world works. A task as simple as going into town to buy rice can leave her confused and baffled for the rest of the day.

This of course doesn't means she's stupid, having a strong head for numbers Diva can handle most accounting, though isn't completely comfortable with the holonet and most electronics.

A very high maintenance person to be around, Diva craves positive reinforcement, requiring frequent verbal praise and attention. If not given the appropriate amount of daily positivity Diva will quickly become concerned that she has gravely offended you and will devote the rest of her day to trying to fix whatever grave faux pas shes made. On the flip side though Diva is every one's cheerleader, quick to give out bright cheerful praise and rain compliments.

Skills:

• Too Quick- Shes runs--FAST.
  
• Knife Throwing
  
• She's a Crackshot-- Pretty good with a pair of blasters.
  
• Can be used as a nightlight.
  
• Being baffled by everything
  

Ships/Vehicles: Ole Bessie- A Speederbike

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 8
Leadership: 2

Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 5

Lucca.:. Friend | Guide | Gay Maybe?
Dutch Sampson.:. Substitute Father Figure

[Moonfire]

Twenty-Two.:.Honored Vet.:.Baker.:.Bubbly.:.Neurotic.:.Gregarious
**Friendliest Member- SWU Winter Awards 2012**

Theme Song: Drops of Jupiter by Train
Status: Optimistic :3

Quick Facts!

Username: Moonfire
Skype Moonfiresfury
Xbox Live Jack Makura
Years RPing: Thirteen
Location: Philadelphia
Favorite Beverage: Sweet Tea
Thing I'm Best at?: Baking!
If I had a billion dollars I would..?: Open a hipster restaurant/Cafe with Dutch and host SWUCon >3
Favorite Star Wars Character?: Han Solo, he doesn't need the force!
Favorite of my Characters?: Probably
Kailani... But I love them all *snuggles*
Say something random!: Purple Monkey Dishwasher

Mini Life Story!: Born in Tennessee and having moved around lots, Mooney, after spending a number of years as a Floridian has made the mildly insane decision of moving to Philadelphia. Now attempting to survive her first winter she lives with her Fiance, Cain and a derpy cat named Pippin.

Having completed culinary school in December 2012, Mooney now works for an artisan bread bakery outside Philadelphia where she can finally fulfil her dreams of living a vampiric lifestyle and bizarre sleep schedule.

Mooney started her RPing life in the underbelly of the Neopets RP boards in Elementary school. After years of angsty fantasy RP's she stumbled upon a Star Wars forum and met who would later be her bestfriend and better half, Cain. After much convincing Cain got Moonfire to actually watch Star Wars, and she fell in love.

Fast forward 8 years and after jumping ship on her first SW site Moonfire asw the resident Civilian Mod on SWU and general cbox lurker and geek, after stepping down to take the purple shirt and a long hiatus shes ready to get back in the game. She plays Dungeons & Dragons, does crafts and dabbles in videogames.

Feel free to say hello, or shoot her a PM!

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