Post by kyleron on May 28, 2008 21:01:15 GMT -5
Name:Kyleron Wargo'a
Race:Human; Kiffar
Age: 24
Height: 6" 5'
Weight: 175
Appearance: Normal, average joe
Birth place: Tattooine
Profession: Spy/Merc/Warlord
Bio:
---Opening Transmission---
I suppose I should start at the beginning, and then after that go to the end, because quite frankly, the middle is the most interesting part of my story. Of any story. As I sit here, crash landed on some no where planet searching for whatever it is that drew me here, I begin to realise that not many people cherish, nay, appreciate the middle of a story. Its always, the beginning and the ending that are of most interest to most, but no. It is the middle, the journey to the end that is the best part, and that is why I tell you the part most will be interested in most first, because for those that truly want to know me... my history, my journey, my middle, I guess I would say, are going to have to read that part last.
I was born into a rich family, one of the the richest on Tattooine, but I hated that life. That is why I bonded so much with our slave, Kyleron. He was my mentor, and best -and only- friend. We bonded tremendously, him and I. We loved each other, like father son. He was much more of a parent than I could ever be...
Then one day, everything changed. I was confused that he had not picked me up from school, but I thought nothing of it. Mother and Father probably had something for him to do that was more important. I came home, expecting to hear Kyleron working on some meaningless task my parents would give him(He was one hundred times more intelligent then they. Why they had not given him more challenging work was beyond me. )
Instead, what I found has shaped my life forever. I saw my father, standing over Kyleron's dead body. He had shot him. That bastard Had shot him. I ran up to my father, screaming and weeping and yelled 'WHY DID YOU DO THIS?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?! WHAT HAS HE EVER DONE TO YOU?!'
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I could feel the tears coming down my eye. It was cold that day. The wind stung my cheeks where the tears had flowed. He struck me with his free hand. I flew onto the carpet. That damn carpet. That damned f**king carpet. I was too angry to think. Too angry to breathe. Too angry to do anything...
I clenched the carpet in my fists, then began to pound, it into the floor. My hands began to stain the carpet red with blood. I think that was that set my father off. He yelled that I was as bad as Kyleron, throwing fits when things do not go my way. He struck me again, but this time in the back of the head. I fell to the ground, defeated. I felt weak. The carpet felt good against my face. Soft, but not like a pillow. Like... Like the way laying on carpet feels after a hard day at work.
Then I saw a drop of blood trickle down my arm, then my hand, then onto the carpet. That little drop. I saw my hate in that drop, my fear in that drop, my contempt for my parents in that little, miraculous drop of blood. I saw some little metallic... item, attached to Kyleron's belt. Thats when it happened. I do not know what it was that happened, or what triggered it, but I remember it like it was happening as I record this now. I saw a flash of light, then from space, a green planet, with one large ocean and many little islands. It looked happy. It made me feel happy. I remember smiling. It was one of my fondest memories, looking down at that little marble in the sky. It was not spectacularly clear, but at the time I believed it was. Like in a dream, it looks nothing like real life, but you don't know that because it tricks you into thinking you are in real life.
Then I saw some wreckage above the planet. A great battle had taken place here, one where both side lost many, but neither won. The wreckage was crowded around a cylindrical station. I, now know exactly what it was, but I cannot tell you. That would ruin the middle.
Then it flashed, I got the feeling, backwards. That is when I saw my ship. The Hell's Anvil. An unremarkable ship, by most any standard. It was rusted, and partly buried under thousands of pounds of trash. It smelled of decay. Of Hate. Of Unknowingness, if there even is such a term.
Then, another flash. It looked like an eye. It was peering at me. Almost into me. Into my soul. And the Scar. There was a scar above the right eye. This frightened me. I tried to shake the sight away.
At that point, I had the carpet clenched in a death grip. I knew what I had to do. It felt like it had been years, but only a few moments had passed since my father struck me. I remember the item on Kyleron's belt somehow flying to my hands as I lept up. The beam jumped up out of the item, as if my hate and fury had exploded from the item itself and propelled the blade. I struck down my father, with
frightening enthusiasm. He hunched over, then the top half of his body fell off to the left, sliding, in almost a comical fashon and the bottom half fell over.
The blade retracted back into the item. I felt my anger disappear. I slouched over onto the couch. I avenged my true father's death, by killing his murderer. That is when I adopted his name, Kyleron.
I took all that was valuable out of my master's house, and then took the soonest shuttle to Anchorhead. There I met a pecuilar man. He was one of the things that struck me with Deja Vus in my fantastic middle. I decided to approach him and ask about what he did for a living. He, to my astonishment, said he owned a junkyard. I inquired about any derelict ship he may have. He replied, with quickness, that yes, he had one. I asked if I may buy it off of him. He looked at me as if the naive boy I was, and said yes, but I must fix it up with his parts and his only, also that I must pay for everything.
So, I began work on it immediately. First it was tedious, and backbreaking, but by the time I was done it had become second nature. I then gave the queer man a wave goodbye, and took off with quite excitement, doubt, and hatred.
Well, that was the beginning and a bit of the end of my story. I am going to record more soon, but I must get some sleep.
---End Transmission---
Skills:Computer Use, Securtiy, Persuade.
Ship Name: Hell's Anvil
RP Sample:
I am stumped. I have no infromation on where the little brats went. So in desperation, i call the Guild of Bounty Hunters to see if any of them have any info on the where abouts of the little jedi. I put my feet down and sit up, then press the holonet tranciever button and say "The Guild of bounty Hunters". Then a hologram comes up and shows a projection of Aurra Sung, one of their more successful members.
"What do you want?!"
I make a sarcastic look at the hologram and then clear my throat.
"Long time no see Aurra, how have you bee-"
"Enough small talk, get to the point, maggot!"
I hold back from commenting to her, for she is a higher level member of the guild then myself. I keep a straight face and refraim from her knowing i am angry with her.
"Im hunting down some little brat Jedi, and i need some information on their whereabouts."
She calms down and is not so aggressive.
"I remember hearing Boba Fett say something about that, one second. Let me patch you through to him."
I go to leaning back in my chair and relax a little while she patches me through. Then Boba Fett's hologram appears and startles the crap out of me.
"What do you want?"
"I heard you have some information on Some child Jedi Fugatives..?
"Yes, i heard that they are on a ship called the Millinneum Falcon."
"Do you have any idea where they were going?"
"No, but i did stick a tracking device to it when they werent looking, so i could give you their cooridinates... for a price."
I sit up and think of something i could trade him. Then i get an idea.
"I heard that your last contact was killed recently, and you are in search of a new one, no?"
"Yes, you heard correct."
"Well how about I give you my contact?"
"Deal, where is he?"
"Hes on Corasthingy. Hes a wimpy little rat, and he scares easily, so dont scare himtoo badly or else you might kill him. His name is Ryan."
"Ok here are the cooridinates, im uploading them now."
Boba Fett presses a button on his wristpad and then the cooridinates of ship appear on the hologram.
"Gotcha twisted "
"Oh and Boba Fett, when you go to meet the rat tell him this-"
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Several hours later
Boba Fett flys down in front of Ryan in his jetpack. Ryan was just starting to get up and then saw Boba coming. Boba picks him up by his collar and looks him in the eyes.
"For who does the aincent history call... it calls for thee!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Ryan goes into shock...again
You see... i was one of the few surviving clones from the Clone Wars. I was on Geonosis and got hit in the leg. I went unconcious from the pain. I woke up days later in an empty battlefield, dead droids, and clones alike... littered everywhere...
I found this abandoned ship in one of the spires and took it. It had a set of armor in it that was shiny blue. I took it and repainted it to make sure i wouldnt be recognised. I went to see a doctor on corasthingy and had it all stitched up, then sold my clone armor for a hefty price and bought an aparptment in the middle-lower levels of corasthingy. From then on i just did what came naturally... I seemed to have a nack for bounty hunting, so thats what i did. So here i am, back home in search of some brat jedi that escaped the grasp of Lord Vader.
I land on a docking bay on corasthingy in my ship. It is an old relic police fighter from some prison on an asteroid. But aincent history doesnt matter to me. Just the person im hunting and the credits i get after their dead. I leave my armor in my ship and head towards the local cantina in search of a lead. I sit down at the bar and yell to the bartender.
"Hey... you over there.. get me a Vaa'r..."
"Yes sir, right away..."
I gulp down the drink and head out to meet my local informant. He is some of the lowest scum on the face of this planet, and i wouldnt have him any other way. He would snitch on his own family for just a few creds or a canister of spice. I see him standing in the corner of an alley, twitching and sweating, obvously extremely nervous. I told him i was coming in advance to make sure that he had some damn info on the jedi im hunting, or else he will become aincent history too. He sees me approach him and stairs with fear and starts to sweat even more as i approach him.
"H-h-heya there Kyle.. uhh- h-how ya doing good buddy old pal?"
He starts to twitch and stammer as he speaks.
"Hey... do you have that info i requested...?"
He breaks down and starts to sob. He tries to speak but nothing comes out.
I get aggrivated and start to speak to him in an angry tone.
"Do you have any information on the jedi I specificly requested earler on the holonet transciever?"
"No... im sorry... i couldnt get any.... please dont kill me! Ill do anything, but just please dont kill me!!!"
I get pleasure out of him pleading for his life and decide to mess with him alittle. I stare pierceingly at him and unsnap the button on my right blaster holster.He drops down and starts sobbing even more, then puts his hands together and starts to pray to me and god.
"You do know that praying to your so called god wont do a gamn bit of good when i shoot you in the head with my blaster. Do you know how a blaster shot works...?"
He looks up at me.
"Nahooooooooooo... just... kill me and get it over with...!"
I am having so much fun with this that i continue.
"You see... the blaster shot is powered by a ion core in the center of the weapon... it super heats to over half a million degrees, and then is shot out of the barrel. IT... is designed to scorch the skin of the victim and burn it beyond repair. I was shot once... and boy can i tell you that the pain was unbearable..."
I take my pistol out of it's holster and start to twirl it around my index finger.
"When... the blaster shot hits your face, it will slowly burn away at your skin. Then at your skull, then at your brain. BUT-"
Right when i say that he flinches and curls up into a ball.
"Humans just happen to be luckly enough to not feel in their brian, so once it burns through your skull, you will feel no more pain. And do you know what the very best part about that it...?"
He looks up.
"N-no..."
I stop twirling the blaster pistol and walk up to him. I pick him up and hold him in the air, then jam the barrel of the pistol into the skin under his jaw.
"You will be alive the whole time... twisted "
I stick my face right infront of his, and look at him with menacing eyes and a huge grin. One of his eyes are closed and he is trembling more then a prisoner that Jabba The Hutt just threw down into his rancor cage.
"BOO
He screams in terror and nearly jumps out of my grip. I put my pistol back into my holster and pull my face awya from him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!You pus-"
I see something out of the corner of my eye run into the shadows behind me. I toss him to the side and he hits the ground and bounces around like a rag doll, then finally stops moving and goes into shock. I keep my eyes on the area that the figure went to and draw both of my pistols. I aim them at the area and slowly walk around to a different angle to get a better view.
"Show yourself!"
No reply.
"Show yourself or i will fire!"
...
...
TZZZSZSZSZSZSZSZZSTTTT
I fire one blaster shot into the area where the figure went and waited for a reply. I waited about 15 seconds, then a little city womp rat scurried out of the dark area and went and hid. I put my weapons back in their holsters and start to walk back to my ship. I twist around and look at my rat and I yell to him:
"The next time i come back, you better have some damn info!"
I walk back to my ship and sit down into the cockpit. I put my feet up on the control console and lean back in my chair. I think to myself. Where in the hell could those damn jedi be?!
(This was all written by me before on a previous RP I played, though I wrote it when I was 12 or so, so disregard the spelling errors. I have much better grammar now a days
EDIT... AGAIN: WOW! That's all I have to say. Wow. I cannot believe how many spelling mistakes were in that RP... mess I gave up there.
I am SINCERELY sorry about all the grammar mistakes in it, and I PROMISE I will fix them, eventually, but I suppose you get the gist of the RP.
Again, so sorry
Race:Human; Kiffar
Age: 24
Height: 6" 5'
Weight: 175
Appearance: Normal, average joe
Birth place: Tattooine
Profession: Spy/Merc/Warlord
Bio:
---Opening Transmission---
I suppose I should start at the beginning, and then after that go to the end, because quite frankly, the middle is the most interesting part of my story. Of any story. As I sit here, crash landed on some no where planet searching for whatever it is that drew me here, I begin to realise that not many people cherish, nay, appreciate the middle of a story. Its always, the beginning and the ending that are of most interest to most, but no. It is the middle, the journey to the end that is the best part, and that is why I tell you the part most will be interested in most first, because for those that truly want to know me... my history, my journey, my middle, I guess I would say, are going to have to read that part last.
I was born into a rich family, one of the the richest on Tattooine, but I hated that life. That is why I bonded so much with our slave, Kyleron. He was my mentor, and best -and only- friend. We bonded tremendously, him and I. We loved each other, like father son. He was much more of a parent than I could ever be...
Then one day, everything changed. I was confused that he had not picked me up from school, but I thought nothing of it. Mother and Father probably had something for him to do that was more important. I came home, expecting to hear Kyleron working on some meaningless task my parents would give him(He was one hundred times more intelligent then they. Why they had not given him more challenging work was beyond me. )
Instead, what I found has shaped my life forever. I saw my father, standing over Kyleron's dead body. He had shot him. That bastard Had shot him. I ran up to my father, screaming and weeping and yelled 'WHY DID YOU DO THIS?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?! WHAT HAS HE EVER DONE TO YOU?!'
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I could feel the tears coming down my eye. It was cold that day. The wind stung my cheeks where the tears had flowed. He struck me with his free hand. I flew onto the carpet. That damn carpet. That damned f**king carpet. I was too angry to think. Too angry to breathe. Too angry to do anything...
I clenched the carpet in my fists, then began to pound, it into the floor. My hands began to stain the carpet red with blood. I think that was that set my father off. He yelled that I was as bad as Kyleron, throwing fits when things do not go my way. He struck me again, but this time in the back of the head. I fell to the ground, defeated. I felt weak. The carpet felt good against my face. Soft, but not like a pillow. Like... Like the way laying on carpet feels after a hard day at work.
Then I saw a drop of blood trickle down my arm, then my hand, then onto the carpet. That little drop. I saw my hate in that drop, my fear in that drop, my contempt for my parents in that little, miraculous drop of blood. I saw some little metallic... item, attached to Kyleron's belt. Thats when it happened. I do not know what it was that happened, or what triggered it, but I remember it like it was happening as I record this now. I saw a flash of light, then from space, a green planet, with one large ocean and many little islands. It looked happy. It made me feel happy. I remember smiling. It was one of my fondest memories, looking down at that little marble in the sky. It was not spectacularly clear, but at the time I believed it was. Like in a dream, it looks nothing like real life, but you don't know that because it tricks you into thinking you are in real life.
Then I saw some wreckage above the planet. A great battle had taken place here, one where both side lost many, but neither won. The wreckage was crowded around a cylindrical station. I, now know exactly what it was, but I cannot tell you. That would ruin the middle.
Then it flashed, I got the feeling, backwards. That is when I saw my ship. The Hell's Anvil. An unremarkable ship, by most any standard. It was rusted, and partly buried under thousands of pounds of trash. It smelled of decay. Of Hate. Of Unknowingness, if there even is such a term.
Then, another flash. It looked like an eye. It was peering at me. Almost into me. Into my soul. And the Scar. There was a scar above the right eye. This frightened me. I tried to shake the sight away.
At that point, I had the carpet clenched in a death grip. I knew what I had to do. It felt like it had been years, but only a few moments had passed since my father struck me. I remember the item on Kyleron's belt somehow flying to my hands as I lept up. The beam jumped up out of the item, as if my hate and fury had exploded from the item itself and propelled the blade. I struck down my father, with
frightening enthusiasm. He hunched over, then the top half of his body fell off to the left, sliding, in almost a comical fashon and the bottom half fell over.
The blade retracted back into the item. I felt my anger disappear. I slouched over onto the couch. I avenged my true father's death, by killing his murderer. That is when I adopted his name, Kyleron.
I took all that was valuable out of my master's house, and then took the soonest shuttle to Anchorhead. There I met a pecuilar man. He was one of the things that struck me with Deja Vus in my fantastic middle. I decided to approach him and ask about what he did for a living. He, to my astonishment, said he owned a junkyard. I inquired about any derelict ship he may have. He replied, with quickness, that yes, he had one. I asked if I may buy it off of him. He looked at me as if the naive boy I was, and said yes, but I must fix it up with his parts and his only, also that I must pay for everything.
So, I began work on it immediately. First it was tedious, and backbreaking, but by the time I was done it had become second nature. I then gave the queer man a wave goodbye, and took off with quite excitement, doubt, and hatred.
Well, that was the beginning and a bit of the end of my story. I am going to record more soon, but I must get some sleep.
---End Transmission---
Skills:Computer Use, Securtiy, Persuade.
Ship Name: Hell's Anvil
RP Sample:
I am stumped. I have no infromation on where the little brats went. So in desperation, i call the Guild of Bounty Hunters to see if any of them have any info on the where abouts of the little jedi. I put my feet down and sit up, then press the holonet tranciever button and say "The Guild of bounty Hunters". Then a hologram comes up and shows a projection of Aurra Sung, one of their more successful members.
"What do you want?!"
I make a sarcastic look at the hologram and then clear my throat.
"Long time no see Aurra, how have you bee-"
"Enough small talk, get to the point, maggot!"
I hold back from commenting to her, for she is a higher level member of the guild then myself. I keep a straight face and refraim from her knowing i am angry with her.
"Im hunting down some little brat Jedi, and i need some information on their whereabouts."
She calms down and is not so aggressive.
"I remember hearing Boba Fett say something about that, one second. Let me patch you through to him."
I go to leaning back in my chair and relax a little while she patches me through. Then Boba Fett's hologram appears and startles the crap out of me.
"What do you want?"
"I heard you have some information on Some child Jedi Fugatives..?
"Yes, i heard that they are on a ship called the Millinneum Falcon."
"Do you have any idea where they were going?"
"No, but i did stick a tracking device to it when they werent looking, so i could give you their cooridinates... for a price."
I sit up and think of something i could trade him. Then i get an idea.
"I heard that your last contact was killed recently, and you are in search of a new one, no?"
"Yes, you heard correct."
"Well how about I give you my contact?"
"Deal, where is he?"
"Hes on Corasthingy. Hes a wimpy little rat, and he scares easily, so dont scare himtoo badly or else you might kill him. His name is Ryan."
"Ok here are the cooridinates, im uploading them now."
Boba Fett presses a button on his wristpad and then the cooridinates of ship appear on the hologram.
"Gotcha twisted "
"Oh and Boba Fett, when you go to meet the rat tell him this-"
------------------------------------
Several hours later
Boba Fett flys down in front of Ryan in his jetpack. Ryan was just starting to get up and then saw Boba coming. Boba picks him up by his collar and looks him in the eyes.
"For who does the aincent history call... it calls for thee!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Ryan goes into shock...again
You see... i was one of the few surviving clones from the Clone Wars. I was on Geonosis and got hit in the leg. I went unconcious from the pain. I woke up days later in an empty battlefield, dead droids, and clones alike... littered everywhere...
I found this abandoned ship in one of the spires and took it. It had a set of armor in it that was shiny blue. I took it and repainted it to make sure i wouldnt be recognised. I went to see a doctor on corasthingy and had it all stitched up, then sold my clone armor for a hefty price and bought an aparptment in the middle-lower levels of corasthingy. From then on i just did what came naturally... I seemed to have a nack for bounty hunting, so thats what i did. So here i am, back home in search of some brat jedi that escaped the grasp of Lord Vader.
I land on a docking bay on corasthingy in my ship. It is an old relic police fighter from some prison on an asteroid. But aincent history doesnt matter to me. Just the person im hunting and the credits i get after their dead. I leave my armor in my ship and head towards the local cantina in search of a lead. I sit down at the bar and yell to the bartender.
"Hey... you over there.. get me a Vaa'r..."
"Yes sir, right away..."
I gulp down the drink and head out to meet my local informant. He is some of the lowest scum on the face of this planet, and i wouldnt have him any other way. He would snitch on his own family for just a few creds or a canister of spice. I see him standing in the corner of an alley, twitching and sweating, obvously extremely nervous. I told him i was coming in advance to make sure that he had some damn info on the jedi im hunting, or else he will become aincent history too. He sees me approach him and stairs with fear and starts to sweat even more as i approach him.
"H-h-heya there Kyle.. uhh- h-how ya doing good buddy old pal?"
He starts to twitch and stammer as he speaks.
"Hey... do you have that info i requested...?"
He breaks down and starts to sob. He tries to speak but nothing comes out.
I get aggrivated and start to speak to him in an angry tone.
"Do you have any information on the jedi I specificly requested earler on the holonet transciever?"
"No... im sorry... i couldnt get any.... please dont kill me! Ill do anything, but just please dont kill me!!!"
I get pleasure out of him pleading for his life and decide to mess with him alittle. I stare pierceingly at him and unsnap the button on my right blaster holster.He drops down and starts sobbing even more, then puts his hands together and starts to pray to me and god.
"You do know that praying to your so called god wont do a gamn bit of good when i shoot you in the head with my blaster. Do you know how a blaster shot works...?"
He looks up at me.
"Nahooooooooooo... just... kill me and get it over with...!"
I am having so much fun with this that i continue.
"You see... the blaster shot is powered by a ion core in the center of the weapon... it super heats to over half a million degrees, and then is shot out of the barrel. IT... is designed to scorch the skin of the victim and burn it beyond repair. I was shot once... and boy can i tell you that the pain was unbearable..."
I take my pistol out of it's holster and start to twirl it around my index finger.
"When... the blaster shot hits your face, it will slowly burn away at your skin. Then at your skull, then at your brain. BUT-"
Right when i say that he flinches and curls up into a ball.
"Humans just happen to be luckly enough to not feel in their brian, so once it burns through your skull, you will feel no more pain. And do you know what the very best part about that it...?"
He looks up.
"N-no..."
I stop twirling the blaster pistol and walk up to him. I pick him up and hold him in the air, then jam the barrel of the pistol into the skin under his jaw.
"You will be alive the whole time... twisted "
I stick my face right infront of his, and look at him with menacing eyes and a huge grin. One of his eyes are closed and he is trembling more then a prisoner that Jabba The Hutt just threw down into his rancor cage.
"BOO
He screams in terror and nearly jumps out of my grip. I put my pistol back into my holster and pull my face awya from him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!You pus-"
I see something out of the corner of my eye run into the shadows behind me. I toss him to the side and he hits the ground and bounces around like a rag doll, then finally stops moving and goes into shock. I keep my eyes on the area that the figure went to and draw both of my pistols. I aim them at the area and slowly walk around to a different angle to get a better view.
"Show yourself!"
No reply.
"Show yourself or i will fire!"
...
...
TZZZSZSZSZSZSZSZZSTTTT
I fire one blaster shot into the area where the figure went and waited for a reply. I waited about 15 seconds, then a little city womp rat scurried out of the dark area and went and hid. I put my weapons back in their holsters and start to walk back to my ship. I twist around and look at my rat and I yell to him:
"The next time i come back, you better have some damn info!"
I walk back to my ship and sit down into the cockpit. I put my feet up on the control console and lean back in my chair. I think to myself. Where in the hell could those damn jedi be?!
(This was all written by me before on a previous RP I played, though I wrote it when I was 12 or so, so disregard the spelling errors. I have much better grammar now a days
EDIT... AGAIN: WOW! That's all I have to say. Wow. I cannot believe how many spelling mistakes were in that RP... mess I gave up there.
I am SINCERELY sorry about all the grammar mistakes in it, and I PROMISE I will fix them, eventually, but I suppose you get the gist of the RP.
Again, so sorry
