Ash's Army of Darkness.

[Ash]

Lancy

Name: Diarmuid Ua-Duibhne (Lancer. )
Race: Firrerreon
Age: 30
Birthplace: Caamas

Allegiance: Sith Order
Status: Sith Knight
Rank: Knight

Height/Weight: 6’0” 185 lbs
Appearance: Diarmuid is regarded as a remarkably handsome and beautiful man with quirky black and dark grey hair combed backward in a rough fashion. Diarmuid's features are capable of sweeping a woman's heart at a glance, with the bold features of his face being the high bridge of his nose and his valiant eyebrow. His hard cut mouth marks him with a stoic air, but his sharp, orange eyes seem to hide a quiet grief. It has been noted by many people that he has a strong, many scent emanating from him.

He normally wears a dark teal with black trim outfit, made of armorweave, bordering on skin tight, with durasteel armor protecting parts of his body. While most people would think this is weird, Diarmuid doesn’t and think it showed off his lean and muscular body well. It is also normal to see him in black and red version of that outfit. Normal clothing would consist of darker clothing of black, blue, or dark teal. Even this clothing would be tighter fitting pants, shirts, and jackets/

On his left forearm is a cortosis bracer, also the same dark teal as his outfit, so he can use it for better defense with that arm, if needed. Normally he doesn’t, simply because of his unique fighting style.


SKILLZ!!!

Personality: Diarmuid is a very proud, easygoing, man, and always seem to brag about one thing or another. Once a man of chivalrous action, he now simply does what he wishes, for whatever reason he wants. He is also fairly popular within the military, being very approachable, and a drinker, who gets wild when he has too much booze in his system. He had helped many-a soldier get into bed with someone of the opposite sex. Another thing to note is that he gets bored easily, and when in a small ship, tends to complain about it.

Darmuid slipped to mental instability and eventual insanity due to the initial Sith attack on Dantooine, costing four jedi, including his former master and padawan, their lives. He took on a much darker outlook on life soon afterward, part in his grief and part in him being broken. It is not unusual for him to get into the moment of a fight and start attacking anything that moves.

Normally, however, he seems just like any warrior. He tends to be quiet and perceptive before a fight, watching everyone with a keen, knowing eye, only so he could undermine them, either tactically or through underhanded tactics. He is smart enough to lead someone into a well thought-of trap, be it one just thought up, or one planned out some time ahead of in a fight; even if it at cost of him being wounded, because he would just heal up quickly.

If he believes someone is worth anything to him, he will let them live, which is unusual for some Sith. However, they wouldn’t be thinking that if they knew whatever grand scheme Diarmuid may be thinking of.

Ships/Vehicles: LMSR-11 "Centurion" Long Range Patrol Boat

Equipment: 1 standard lightsaber . 1 Shoto. 1 modified collapsible lightsaber Pike (1.4 meters, including blade. Standard is red. Shoto is yellow. Shorter one is yellow
2 meter collapsible red spear.
Armorweave armor of dark teal and black, Second in black and red.
Durasteel armor
Cortosis arm brace.

Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)

Strength – Above Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Average
Charisma – Above Average

Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)

Telekinetic- Adept
Telepathic- Apprentice
Body- Adept
Sense-Apprentice
Protection-Adept
Healing:–Novice
Destruction– Novice


Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Spears (Master)
Hand to hand (apprentice)


Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Deflection (Adept)

Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Military tactics (apprentice)
Infil/exfil (adept)

Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)

Shii-Cho- Adept
Makashi-
Soresu-
Ataru- Adept
Shien/Djem So-
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Adept
Juyo-
Double Bladed Combat-
Lightsaber Spear – Expert

[Ash]

Ash Rook

Name: Ash Rook
Race: Human (Cyborg)
Age: 31
Birthplace: Mandalore

Allegiance: Mandalore
Status: Active
Rank: Rally Master

Height/Weight: 6”1’ / 220LBS

Appearance: Ash is a pretty average man. Outside of his armor, he stands as tall with tanned skin, black hair, and a toned body. He has a series of tattoos on his arm, them rings around his biceps and a few diamonds in a triangle shape above the rings on his left arm. He has a strong, sharp face and golden-yellow eyes flecked with maroon sit under sharp eyebrows. His hair is a little over four inches in length, roughly cut and feathered back to keep it out of his eyes. He has scaring over his body, the only real visible one is over his right eye.

Ash's Beskar’gam is matte black with tones of orange over his helmet, shoulder, some on his chest, forearms, and thighs. His helmet has speakers that he can loudly project out of, as well as small internal fans to blow his hair back when donning it, and to keep him cool. His dark undersuit is made of armorweave, giving him extra protection.

Ash has a few cybernetic replacements, them being an arm and leg that are matte black. They both resemble the limbs he use to have, and almost looks like he had before, with the exception of looking like they are armored plated. The armor plates that cover the skeleton and insides are easily removed, and are rather modular. Normally, his right arm contains a hidden knife. There isn't anything special about his left leg, save for it containing a small compartment in his thigh, allowing him to store small goods to anything up to a blaster pistol. The cybernetics in his brain aid him with his motor skills and bring him up to par with other humans and humanoids. Without them, he has a hard time moving at all, and would be greatly hobbled, and have trouble with basic movements, and be nearly unable to walk without assistance.

Personality: Ash is a decently intelligent man who lets his actions speak just as loud as his words. Ash speaks in a deeper, calm voice and as the charisma that can silence a room easily without much effort. In his off time, Ash is usually training or working out, target practice, reading something, cleaning his weapons, or wandering around

Due to his mother dying of a brain tumor when he was younger, and his wife being killed, he harbors a dark seed in his heart, and is afraid of making solid connections to anyone. He would be someone's friend, to a point, but even now, remains alone. He is always trying to remain busy so he can keep his mind off of everything. He has forgotten what it was like to truly open up to anyone

Ash is very honor bound, going out of his way to help those in need, be it a general chore, or on the battlefield. He is unafraid of death: he does not wish it for himself, but he will accept it at when his time came.

Equipment:Beskar'gam.
Assault Cannon
Heavy Blaster Pistols.
Blaster Rifle.
Several took kits.

Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)

Strength – Above average
Agility – Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average

Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Unarmed: Adept
Melee Weapons: Adept
Ranged Weapons: Expert

Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Slicing - Novice
Piloting - Adept
Strategy – expert
Multi-lingual: Basic (fluent), Mando'a (fluent), shyrwook (understans), huttese (understans)
Stealth – Adept
Mechanical work - Adept
Medical training - Apprentice

[Ash]

Cyn "Bit" Rook

Name: Cyn "Bit" Rook
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5'10
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth place: Tatooine

Appearance: Bit is of average height and weight. He has spiky black hair (Occasionally dyed a different color out of boredom) and bright brown eyes. He constantly has a grin on. He normally wears neutral colored pants, a single colored shirt shirt, (Such as red, white, black, ext.) and finally, black jacket with red stripes going down the sleves, which he won when he was in the Pilot's academy.

His body is fairly cut for being a pilot. He isn't extremely muscular, but one can see muscle under his skin. His canine teeth are longer than average, giving him an almost devilish look when he smiles. As often as not, he has a cigarette in his mouth, sometimes lit, sometimes not.

Sense working with the exchange, whenever Bit had to deal with someone for an important job, he would wear medium grade armor in a two tone coloration, much like how he dresses. It was created using durasteel and ceramic material, much like most other armor. It lacked any real shoulder, which was a weak section of the armor. It was also quite thin around his neck, for mobility of his head. He is working on getting some different armor, but has been procrastinating getting some for a while.



Personality: Bit earned his nickname when, drunk at a party, he bit some guy, and the nickname stuck with him. He is a very easygoing, happy go lucky, fun loving and happy man. He is rarely ever sad, or shows sadness, no matter what happens to him.

At first he may seem somewhat stupid or forgetful, especially when it comes to regulations, but when it comes to piloting, there is no one better. He can quickly figure out someone's tactics when in a fight. It was a common joke around wherever he is stationed that he and his Squadron are, 'as modular as their fighters' which he doesn't deny.

Bit loves, and lives, to fly. He is most at home in the air or space, and starts to complain when he goes for more than 3 days without a little bit of flight time. He will do anything to protect his friends and squadron, including putting himself in danger. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Bit is a bit of a womanizer. He isn't worred about paying a little bit of money for a good time. He is a sucker for pretty women, no matter the species, as long as they are close to human, such as twi'leks.

Profession: Mercenery
Smuggler
Bounty Hunter

Previous Faction: Republic
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant (junior grade)


Skills: Superb eyesight.
Lightning quick reflexes.
Ace Pilot.
Fair mechanic.

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5

Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7

Ship Name: Coulé-Class Starship Archangel

Fighter of Choice Varia-class multirole fighter.

[Ash]

Phantom

Name: Zwei (birth name is Tristitia Invidia.
Aliases: Adam James, The Phantom
Age: 29
Race: Human/Firrerreo hybrid.
Birth place: Corellia
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 177 lbs
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Natural Brown with a darker brown undertone)

Appearance: Zwei is a rather good looking fellow, with flawless face, wide cheekbones, and a narrow chin. His hair has an almost messy look to it: looking strait and windblown at the same time. It doesn’t really block his eyes and falls on either side and down the bridge of his nose, and falls around his ears and past the collar of his shirts. His skin has a very slight gold tint to it, looking more like a tan than anything.

His dark eyes, blue to the point of almost being black, have an almost dead, glassy look to them, and are almost always half lidded in an attractive manner, giving him a dark, roguish look. This look is actually his inner sadness and depression, which is hard for anyone to read, and almost always comes off as a near smug, im better than you look. Overall, his face has a very youthful appearance to it, making it seem as if he is at least a decade younger than he truly is.

Zwei's body is lithe, like a sprinter’s. While not the strongest, he is tone and in excellent shape. He isn’t the tallest person around and blends in just about anywhere he went. His clothing normally consists of a black suit with a red button up shirt, and a white t under that. He keeps a white kerchief in his left breast pocket of his jacket pocket. If he isn’t in a suit, he is in, typically, loose fitting clothes, to better conceal his pistols.

Zwei’s torso has a number of scars on it: mainly bullet scars from slugthrowers. While he has no internal damage, his body never got rid of the damage to his skin, so he carries the scars. He also has slash and stab marks from knives and swords, thanks to a number of hard training scenarios. His body may have been healed on the inside, but the outside shows the scars, which take years to heal.

You don’t see much of Zwei’s Firrerreo blood. He has two toned hair, naturally brown with a dark brown undertone, but he constantly dyes it its lighter brown. It’s become such a habit that once a week, at least, he is dyeing it as part of his normal routine. His skin, while not extremely noticeable, does pale out when he lets his emotions run free, or is scared, which isn’t often.

When on some sort of mission, he wears a white plasteel mask, usually with some sort of basic design on it, which is used to keep his identity hidden. He also wears black Echani light armor. This gear is easily hidden under a layer of clothing or two, usually a trenchcoat of armorweave, allowing him to sneak around public places withe ease. To improve his natural and trained stealth, he constantly wears a sound dampening stealth field generator.

The only thing he has from his past is his engagement ring, which, on the inside, has his and his once fiance's initials engraved inside the two loops of an infinity sign. He wears this on a chain around his neck. He calls it his good luck charm.

Personality: "I'm too young to be this broke!"

Zwei is a quiet fellow who tends to speak tersely unless he has reason to do otherwise. He has a less than trustful and friendly mode of thought when it comes to people. This is not to say he is a hostile sort, but rather detached from the majority of the people around him and tends to keep his thoughts to himself. He is a man who tends to be introspective, thinking over things often to himself and over-analyzing situations to the point of distraction.

Zwei is a man who has complete or near-complete, control over his emotions. He could be utterly pissed off and angry at something on the inside, and on the outside, hold a conversation and show fake happiness, enough to fool nearly any non-force user. Another quirk is that Zwei is and able and adept in lying. He can lie well enough to beat many different lie detectors.

If there is one emotion that Zwei never felt, or has no recollection of feeling, it is true joy and happiness. After killing for so long, everything just, to him, seems to form itself in a little pocket of his mind. He’s a conflicted man due to his past. His natural desire for a quiet peaceful life is in constant friction with his natural inborn killer instincts and a history heavily marked by violence. He sees himself as living in a separate world than that of the average person, a world of killing and blood that he has become so used to and so ingrained with his lifestyle that he doesn’t believe it is possible for him to live a normal life. Adding to this, he also feels that any relationships are futile, and has trouble forming any whatsoever. He has hopes of leaving Azura, but stays with them, ‘of his own free will.’ Free will isn’t something he believes in any longer.

Though Zwei may have a clean, good looking appearance in public, his personal self isn’t anywhere like that. His apartment is almost to the state of disrepair, with trash and beer bottles spread out, and a small layer of dust on everything. Just as often as not, Zwei sleeps on his couch. While in a place such as this, he is highly depressed, which he hides while in public, and, occasionally, contemplates suicide. He has very little regard for his own life.

Zwei has a distrusts of force users, especially jedi, and believes them to be fake. This is due to him loosing his memory. What he does know of them is from holovids and books, which happen to be that they are protectors who help people. This led to his distrust, as if they were to do their job, he wouldn't be in the position where he is now. He acts colder to them than, generally, to anyone else.

A single word to sum up this man is 'Broken' for that is what he is.


Profession: Assassin, Bodyguard.

Skills: Assassination.
Covert ops. (includes infil and exfil and stealth)
Expert markman
Multilingual (Basic, Huttsees, Shyriiwook, Mando’a *Not fluent*.
Sabotage
Abduction/rescue ops

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4

Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7


Ship Name: Coulé-Class Starship Eternal Night

[Ash]

Sora

Name: Sora
Age: 22
Race: Firrerreo/Human hybrid.
Birth place: Corellia.
Height: 5'9"
Weight:145
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black and White/Grey

Appearance:

Sora is just over average height for a female with a slender yet powerful build. She has black hair, layered with a lighter, white/gray color that would look like a play on lighting if it wasn't constant, natural, golden-tan skin, and bright brown eyes. Her clothes show off her favorite color: Red. They usually consist of tight, unrestricted outfits. These show off her defined body, and Sora isn't above using her looks to help her out in any situation.

These outfits normally consists of a tight red shirt; sleeveless, red and black pants, and, you guessed it, red and black boots boots. She also wears a pair of red and black gloves. Her hair is normally left down, but it can occasionally seen up in a nice ponytail.

Her hair is usually left long, reaching down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She has large, expressive eyes and more often than not has a smile on her face. Sora had a nicititating membrane for her eyes, which does enable her to see UV lighting. The developed canine teeth that the Firrerreo have, Sora also has, but are slightly smaller than a Firerreo. She has no scars, thanks to her quick healing. When startled or surprised, her skin pales out, not turning full silver, but taking on a hue close to it.

Sora has a well defined body: A well muscled core, arms, and legs, which has come from her training sense she was a wee child. While not the strongest person, she takes pride in her speed, using that, and her martial arts, to defeat opponents at close range.

Personality: Sora is, in a not-so-nutshell, tomboyish, fiery, spontaneous, tough, impatient, headstrong, sarcastic, and assertive: she seems more like a rowdy teenager rather than a grown woman, but her biology shows here to be just that. She is never one to hold back what's in her mind, and has a hard time controlling her emotions.

Sora isn't very ladylike most of the time, usually acting like 'one of the boys' and generally not giving a damn about what people think about her. She has an easy time mingling with anyone, and always does what she feels is right. It may not always be what most people would want, but more often than not, it pays off in the end.

Sora is particularly aggressive against people she likes, such as her traveling partner, Bit, who she harbors feelings for. She gets very jealous when he starts hitting on other women, and she has a habit of wailing on him, and always seems to know when he is about to, or is, hitting on a woman.

Sora as a few deep rooted fears. These fears are needles and the underside of shellfish, such as lobsters. If either of these are within her view, and relatively close, she will immediately hide behind the nearest solid object, such as a wall or a person. If she comes into contact, she will freeze up and burst into tears, or, if antagonized enough, outright faint.

Sora suffers from PTSD, which started its development when she was in her young adulthood. She had a small fear of attachment to another, but after she forms an attachment, she fears loosing it. She also has a extremely hard expressing her true feelings to someone she cares for. She suffers from occasional nightmares of what causes her PTSD, and at least twice a week, Sora doesn't sleep at night. Though rarely, she will get stricken hard by her past, hide somewhere, and just cry.

Profession: Warden of the Sky.

Skills:
Skilled in two forms of martial arts, and knowledgeable in two others.
Stealth.
Excellent memory and attention to detail.
Fair starship navigator


Previous Faction: None

Mastery Level: N/A

Lightsaber: One regular.
Color: Blue.

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

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

(Uses mainly as a tool, rather than full on weapon)

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Specialized Skills:

Telekinetic: 5

Telepathic: 2

Body: 4

Sense: 3

Protection: 4

Healing: 1

Destruction: N/A


Attributes:

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

Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 5

Ship Name: