Cirith An'Gol

[Cirith An'Gol]

Character Name: Rogarr Clawfere

Character Source: Fringer Pilot/Mercenary-Approved

Character Faction/Alignment: Fringer

Type of Roleplay: Mostly Dialogue since playing a type A personality is something I haven't done before. I'm up for a little bit of everything as well.

Roleplay Requirements: Someone that is online as much as me and Lord Rugdumph are, lol.

Reason for Request: Outside of the Parody Section I've never been able to get Rogarr into a RP Thread and like I said playing a type A personality is something new to me.

Notes: Here's a link to his bio if you need it.
swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=frinaccept&action=display&thread=5052

Roleplay: I can try and think of some scenario's to start with, or if someone has something in particular they wanna roll with we can do that too.

[Necro Stormborn]

Hey Cirith, sounds good to me, i'm reading up on your character at the moment, and this sounds like it will be some fun dialogue. So go ahead and post up a rp post, and i'll try to help you any way i can. feel free to shoot me a pm, or catch me in the cbox.

Should be fun working with you Cirith.

[Cirith An'Gol]

Awesome, thanks Necrofear!

[Necro Stormborn]

Okay, i got your pm, and i like your idea, just post the rp post in here and ill respond in turn. Can't wait to join you, i'll be using my bounty hunter. Jorgun Mythrax. Based on what your post does i'll try to let you engage in some interesting dialogue and actions. Thustly allowing you to fully grasp your character.... as best as i possibly can.

[Cirith An'Gol]

Entering the Dust Bowl


"Exiting Hyperspace, arriving at Tatooine" Rogarr's AI "Vera" monotoned in a sultry voice.
Rogarr simply smiled and shook his head, the stars turned into star lines and then into diamonds on a black sheet, then something yellow and metal looking obstructed his view.
Rogarr reacted half a second before the AI shrilled the impact alarm. He twisted the fighter up onto it's left wing and sent it spiraling down towards Tatooine below, avoiding a collision with a Medium sized vessel, a T-19 Thunder Class Transport.
"You cut that one mighty close, didn't you?!" Vera the AI said a bit flustered "When are you going to stop scaring me like that Rogarr?"
"Probably when you stop jumping us out of Hyperspace the fraction of a second late" Rogarr said with a cheerful laugh.
"The ship you nearly ran into is hailing us, dear" Vera said.
"Pull'em up please, Vera" A second later the visage of a clearly flustered blonde and black Shashay appeared.
"What was that?! Are you trying to get yourself smeared all over my ship?!" The Shashay had a noticeable twitch as he spoke, Rogarr noticed.
"Yeah, sorry about that Captain, my AI jumped me out of Hyperspace a tad late. By the by are these fine vessels at your rear, friends of yours?" Rogarr took the fighter up and back towards the Thunder class transport's cockpit.
"Friends? Hardly!" the Captain of the Thunder Class responded, a second later the transport ship fired on the freighter.
"So if I help, what do I get in return? and why are these guys after you?"Rogarr smiled looking forward to testing his skills against the pilots coming at him.
"It's a simple story pilot. They were picking on a member of my crew and I stepped in. They didn't much like that" The Shashay twitched again.
"Don't suppose this fight was over a girl was it?" Rogarr smiled as the Shashay Captain just nodded "Alright, I'll help you guys out".
Rogarr hit the back manuevering jets to halt his forward motion and kicked the two upper manuevering jets on the fighter's nose, and the one on the topside left wing to flip him over and face the purseuing craft. Rogarr switched over to a broadband comm frequency "Pursuing freighter and escorts, please turn back or be fired upon".
Lazer fire was the only response Rogarr got.
Rogarr smiled, this was going to be fun. The Freighter and it's escorts made no attempt to hail him, they just fired.
Rogarr teased them with moving left, right, up and down with his manuevering jets before releasing a stream of lazer fire of his own. The escorts of the freighter weren't nearly as manueverable as Rogarr's, and in a few minutes and few short bursts from his Medium Twin Blaster Cannons the fighters were drifting, their engines scrapped.

The Freighter though didn't take the hint and fired at Rogarr. The Amaran kicked all the bottom manuevering jets on his fighter and jerked "up", making the lazers miss by a mile.
"Boy, these guys just don't learn" Rogarr said as he sighed heavily.
You would think that having your fighter escort taken out so easily would mean something. I didn't even destroy their craft, I just knocked out their engines. Oh well, looks like I'm going to have to take him out too Rogarr sighed and flipped the figher onto it's right wing before kicking the accelerator.

A few minutes later the freighter gave up and turned around, the freighters gunners couldn't hit him, and they seemed to have figured out that Rogarr was playing with their sheilds. He'd hit the sheilds every so often with his lazerfire and jerked out of the way just enough to avoid their lazers.

"Thanks for the assist Pilot, seems like I owe you one but you'll have to wait for awhile if you want to get paid" The Shashay raised an eyebrow after pinching the end of his beak.
"No problem Captain, tell you what, I'll just count this as an IOU"
"Fine, but I will repay you, I don't like owing anybody anything"
"Thanks Captain...eh? What's your name?" Rogarr flushed a little with embarassment, in all the excitement he'd forgotten to introduce himself
"By the way, the name's Rogarr Clawfere".
"The call me Flash".
"Well Captain Flash, see you around" Rogarr tried to smother a laugh but, didn't quite succeed.
The Shashay's image dissapeared and Vera's hologram reappeared.
"I assume you want to continue your course towards Tatooine?" Vera monotoned.
"Yes, that was the plan after all Vera" Rogarr grinned.
"Very well, conecting to Moss Eisley Traffic Control" the AI said in a bored monotine.
"Vera....could you try and sound a little bit happier? Rogarr said as his fighter entered the atmosphere of Tatooine.

A few minutes later....

Rogarr had just set down and jumped out of The Stinger's cockpit when he was approached by someone from Czerka Corporation, he could tell because of the distinctive yellow jumpsuit and the black double C on the front and back.
"Excuse me sir, but the cost for docking here will be fifty credits and that gets you some minor tune ups and security" The man said with an obvious distain while holding out his hand for the money.
"Aw, c'mon, that's about all I got on me! I just talked to Traffic Control and they didn't say anything about a docking fee!" Rogarr said after he picked his jaw from up off the ground "Okay, okay. Listen, I have 25 credits that I can spare, will that do for now? I don't want to make any trouble but, I only came here to look for a job. I promise when I make some creds I'll come straight back here and give you the rest. I'm a Amaran of my word, you can trust me" Rogarr pleaded, he seriously was in need of credits. He'd spent everything making his fighter, buying and upgrading the AI and keeping the fighter fueled. He couldn't believe the price of fuel they were charging in some of the systems he'd visited.
"Yeah, alright, not like you can run off anywhere without Czerka Corp knowing, they keep track of what comes in and out of this dust bowl. So, it's not like you can skip out on me. Now, get outta here before I return to my senses" the Czerka Corp Guard said shaking his head.
"Thanks alot, I promise I'll pay the rest back as soon as I can" Rogarr smiled and handed the man the 25 credits and then wished him a good day before jogging out of the hangar. He heard the man say something about being soft before he turned the corner, and decided that if he could, he'd give the man a little extra for giving him a break.

A couple minutes later he found himself wondering into a cantina called The Rusty Krayyt and was showed to a table by a pretty yellow Twi'lek girl, whom he thanked with a smile and then asked her how her day was going, not realising that she was a slave. The girl kept looking around as if she were afraid that someone would punish her just for talking to a guest.
Realising that maybe the manager was strict Rogarr ordered an ale with the special of the day and let her leave. The Twi'lek girl simply thanked him bowed sheepishly and left.

Rogarr decided that while he waited to look around and took note of the Bith band playing in the back of the cantina, along with a surprising amount of Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries, Smugglers, possible Gang members and other unruly types that Rogarr couldn't identify.
He'd heard that there was some kind of popular sport on Tatooine but had forgotten the name of it and so decided to ask someone about it.

Rogarr caught another unsuspecting Twi'lek girl, this one had dark blue skin and patted her gently on her side to get her attention "Excuse me miss but.... " before he could finish the sentence the Twi'lek girl slapped him hard across the snout with a loud "THWACK!!" that echoed loudly throughout the room, getting everybody's attention.

[Cirith An'Gol]

Uh, I think it's your turn now Necrofear, lol

[Necro Stormborn]

(( omg seriously..... my 3 page post was not submitted....... WOW..... ok sorry cirith.. but i submitted a 3 pager, and now its not reading it.... and when i hit back like 3 times it just kept saying not logged in, and it wouldnt let me recover it....

i dont know about you... but when you spend 3 days writing a 3 page long post not including the 4 paragraph advice i had for you.... well you tend to lose any motivation to post fo the day.))




If i feel better this evening, i'll post up another attempt at response......

[Cirith An'Gol]

Oh, wow, dude that sucks! Well, now that I know what's going on, yeah, I understand.
I'm sorry you lost everything, I know a little bit about this kinda stuff because my dad's computer does the same thing to me. I dunno how to fix it though, sorry I can't help.

Wow, three pages. That was alot of work. *whistles shraply*

[Casual]

{ Awww Right, let’s get it on. First of all, I’m glad to see this is on Tatooine, I have a very unique droid personality there currently so things should just fly by easy. IDK if Clawfere knows droidspeak, though, either way this promises to be a very effective dialogue test. You said in your criteria that’s what you were working on so let’s take a look a look at that, then, shall we? ;D

There were some times when Rogarr said what he did, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but there’s a time and a place for it, and from the context, it just didn’t really seem to fit sometimes. Hrm, there’s not too much I can see going on that was bad, feel free to take risks, it’s not really going to matter here, play around with the dialogue, try new things, and see what you like. Other than that, I just see Rogarr as a friendly neighborhood merc who also likes to have a bit of fun. Doin’ well so far let’s see how it picks up.}

If you wanted to go somewhere, T3 had decided, you hang out at the spaceport and wait for someone to load up, and climb aboard before they saw you. Now, this particular day on Tatooine, no one seemed to be leaving for what seemed like hours. Therefore, it stood to reason, that the best place to go would be to look for people who traveled. Where to find such people? Cantinas. They hadn’t let T3-M6 down in the past, and they weren’t bound to any time soon. There were many spacers, smugglers and bounty hunters around in cantinas and all he had to do was listen, some even spoke his language. If he didn’t find someone here, he wouldn’t find them anywhere. His search took him to the Rusty Krayyt, a derelict and promising locale for all those involved in all things space travel.

Not five minutes into his visit, there was a large disturbance that caught the attention of the entire cantina. A loud SMACK rang throughout the room, filling everyone’s ears and T3’s audio receptors. This was something T3 found vastly amusing, and proceeded to chuckle with beeps and whirs. He decided he wanted to meet this Amaran who had captured the attention of everyone present with his antics. With a quick stroll up, as he had been no more than three feet away from the incident, he questioned the embarrassed young spacer.

Breep bloop bla bleep?
(Having fun there?)

[Cirith An'Gol]

{Ok, sounds good. I'm not sure what you meant by sometimes Rogarr said what he was doing, though. If you don't mind, would you give an example? I usually set the characters said dialogue in colored quotations "" and then their thoughts in Italicized color. Their actions I leave in the normal white colored text.

So, like I said, I'm not sure what you mean. Rogarr has been around droids most of his life so, it's possible that he'd understand droid speech but, I never actually said as much in his bio. So, I'll leave it up to you whether he can understand droid speech or not. Your description of Rogarr is right on btw, lol. Thanks for doing this Casual, I really appreciate it. One thing though, does your droid actually walk or does he roll around on wheels like R2-D2?}

Rogarr tried to explain that he hadn't meant any offense or harm but, the Twi'lek left too quickly in a embarassed huff. A moment later a droid came up to him, bleeping a message out to him. He could vaguely discern that it was asking him a question but, that was about it for the moment. His cheek still burned from the contact of the Twi'lek girl's hand. About a minute later, what Rogarr assumed was the manager, came up to him and asked him if he was alright. Rogarr simply nodded "She probably just got the wrong impression. Don't worry about it and please, don't punish her. In fact, I'd give her a raise. She's got one hell of a right hand". The Amaran laughed a little and cringed at the motion. He noticed too that the patrons close enough to hear the conversation rolled with laughter. He simply rubbed his cheek a little and worked his jaw as the manager dissapeared, obviously relieved that there wasn't going to be any fuss made of the situation. Rogarr eyed the droid and smiled "So, you think I've entertained enough people today?"

[Casual]

{Oooh, I see, it was his italisized thought that was what made me think he was saying his actions "You would think that having your fighter escort taken out so easily would mean something. I didn't even destroy their craft, I just knocked out their engines. Oh well, looks like I'm going to have to take him out too" but you description has clarified. I would say it's a bit confusing to add close to other speach, but it's fine overall I would say.

Yes, T3 is a wheeled droid like R2 . So far, there's not much I can point out about the dialogue itself.

There is one thing that struck out to me. You say he's a type A personality? I don't really see this expressed in Rogarr. From Wikipedia - "Type A individuals can be described as impatient, excessively time-conscious, insecure about their status, highly competitive, hostile and aggressive, and incapable of relaxation. They are often high achieving workaholics who multi-task, drive themselves with deadlines, and are unhappy about the smallest of delays. " I don't see Rogarr as a stressful workaholic here. Feel free to toy around with that aspect of him ;D . If you can express this a bit more, I understand that he's in a bit of a pickle as of now, being low on credits, trying to get a bit of relaxation in the Cantina, and all that jazz, but so far I don't see it. Well, lets continue on shall we?}

The fun didn't stop for T3 as he watched the manager walk out to settle the disturbance. The Amaran's antics were catching the attention of almost the entire cantina, and even T3 couldn't help but laugh in his droid tweets and whirs. This was an exciting developement for him. Hopefully, this Amaran spacer would have some sort of transport as following him around should prove thoroughly enjoyable. After the enjoyable interactions between spacer and manager came to a close, the Amaran turned to T3 and asked.

So, you think I've entertained enough people today?

T3 found this a rather fun response, and therefore replied in turn.

Breep. Bleep bloop woo woop bloo
(Nope. I think you should entertain one more)

This response brought on a few more laughs, or what was akin to them, from T3. This day was progressivly improving.

[Cirith An'Gol]

{Ok, I'm glad I could clear that up for you. I find it interesting that, that is what a Type-A personality is. I was under the impression they were relaxed people, that usually got along well with practically anyone, a sort of life at the party type person.

Oh well, I guess I was misinformed. Anyway, that's what Rogarr is...the life of the party that usually gets along well with others. That's what I'm trying to work on, lol. Being the life of the party, lol. Ok, hopefully that clears up something. Thanks for letting me know what a true Type A personality is. I'll hafta change that in Rogarr's bio when i find out what his personality is called, lol. Btw are we going to let Rogarr fully understand your droid or what? How are we working the translation thingy, lawl.}

Rogarr laughed as he caught on that the little droid was amused with the antics thus far. It'd been so long since Rogarr had actually sat down and talked with a T model droid that it was hard for him to appropriately translate the droid whirs, beeps and whistles. He wasn't so lost that he couldn't catch on to the droid's mood however. Thinking the droid wanted to see more of his particular brand of comedy, Rogarr rested his head on his hand, while absently rubbing the fur on his chin. What can I do? I guess I can tell some stories from my early racing days. They're not very funny though. They might even be boring to some. This little droid seems to like me though, so I gotta do something Rogarr thought as he looked over the droid and to the crowd temporarily. Some patrons simply shook their heads and turned back to their own busness, the show was over as far as they were concerned. Others though continued to smile and shoot glances at him from time to time, while it was obvious that some, wanted more entertainment still.

"Well, little fella. Would you like to hear of some of my racing tales?" Rogarr shifted his gaze down to the T3 droid as he spoke to it and smiled. He sat back, placed his hands on his lap and waited for the little machines response.

[Casual]

{OOC: Yes, I think what you were thinking of was Type B personality. And no prob.

I had intended for Rogarr to understand T3, as it would be difficult to test a real dialogue any other way.

Alright, now as for your dialogue this round: All we’ve got to work with is the one question Rogarr asks, which is perfectly fine. Now, nothing is particularly wrong with it as of now, it seems you and Rogarr are trying to come up with a way to strike up a conversation with the droid, not really certain as to what he’s saying. Though this could be the fault of the uncertainty faced by language barrier, there remains some chance that it’s not. Maybe you could look into ways of striking up conversation, possibly based on the character he’s interacting with, as this is when first impressions are made, and most of the time, when a guy meets a new face, he won’t start with “are you entertained” or “want to hear a racing story” but this is all just a big stretch, and these responses could be bred out of the situation we’ve built up here. .

As for the post overall, lots of grammatical things point out to me. Though I don’t see them as a hindrance to most people who you could RP with, some people (like myself) notice them when reading and somewhat grit our teeth, just cuz we’re that way xD. Regardless, that’s just me, and it’s just a good thing to try to avoid . Okey dokey, that’s about it, let’s carry on then, shall we?}

T3 almost shocked the man on the spot. Racing tales? What is all this about? I just want to see him get slapped again. He had hoped that he had acquired front row seats to another fiasco. A thought process quickly rushed to T3’s mind, however. Racing? That must mean that this Amaran has some kind of vehicle, possibly one that he could ride in. He had to play this with tact though, no need in losing this kind spirit.

Breep bloop? ba beep ba boop?
(Racing you say? You own a ship?)

This could be fantastic news, otherwise he would have to look harder for some other transport, hopefully that wasn’t the case, he kinda liked this one.

//Surry it's short, I intend to bring some NPCs into that to test you further >:3 //