That Roleplay about Lightsabers

You guessed it, this is a Star Wars role-play. Now you may be wondering,

Q:"Do you, in fact, know much about star wars and its lore."

A: No. I do not.

Q:"What made you want to make a star wars role-play then?"

A: I like things that go wssh! and zzt!

"Fair enough"

None of you need to know much about Star Wars. You just need to have watched the movies. Which everyone has.


Here comes the story. Set your phasers to stun everyone.

Story

Species

Bestiary

Rules:
~Appearence must be three lines
~Standard role-play rules apply
~Try to stay canon with your force powers
~Three controlled character limit

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I'll make my sign up when it isn't almost 1 o clock.

Name: Marek Esil
Race:Human.
GenderMale
Appearance:Wears a black robe, with red sleeves and a black hood over his head at all times. A metallic mask made of vibrosteel brotects his face and also disguises what he looks like. Various scars from his training line his arms, legs, and back, but aren't visible under his robe. His hair is black, with a few grey streaks. His eyes were blue, but evil has made them yellow. His skin is pale, and his muscles are lean and taught.
Personality: Sarcastic and mocking. Loves to berate and put down others for pleasure. Has no bounderies on what he does to others. He'll kill, steal, and destroy, all for fun. Not alot of compassion for others except for brief periods.
Dark or Light side of the Force: Dark Side
Reason for being on Hutta: Trying to find children who have potential with the force, so they can be trained in the dark side of the force.
Weapon: Dual Red Lightsabers
Other: Likes to abuse his lightning power and the Force Push even when it is not neccessary to win. Has mastered style 3 of lightsaber combat, and has been trained a little bit in style 4.

Accepted. Now I have to work on my character.

Name: Lucien Guru
Race: Miraluka
Gender Male
Appearance: Lucien wears bandages over his eyes as to not alarm people with his appearance. He is the classic Jedi Knight, and wears heavy platinum body armor to protect himself from projectiles. Underneath the armor he is wearing a brown cloth, for both his pants and his tunic. His hair is a disheveled blond and reaches down his neck, where it looks to be hacked away by a vibro knife. One long scar covers his face.
Personality:Lucien is an understanding Jedi. He knows for every light, there must be shadow and will only fight when something threatens him or his companions. Anything else is the proper order of the galaxy.
Dark or Light side of the Force: Light
Reason for being on Hutta: Lucien has heard of a powerful force presence on Hutta and has been sent by the Jedi Council to investigate.
Weapon: A double ended green lightsaber.
Other: Lucien isn't as skilled in the art of the lightsaber as some of his compatriot Jedi, but his powers with the force are immense.

Name: Raana They
Race:Togruta
GenderFemale
Appearance:Raana is a yellow skinned Togruta with blue stripes on her head tails. Unlike other Togruta, she wears no jewelry, instead wearing black tights with dual hostlers for her blasters. Atop that she wears a loose fitting tank top for maneuverability during combat and a tan blast vest over that to protect herself from shrapnel. On her feet are black knee-high steel-toed army boots.
Personality:
Dark or Light side of the Force: --
Reason for being on Hutta: Raana is a bounty hunter sent to protect Lucien on his mission.
Weapon: Dual Blasters, Flamethrower on her back. Mines and Grenades are also stashed on her person.
Other: She uses her echolocation to sense where her target is. She also has a substantial amount of hacking skill.

Name: Raxnelecor - More know as "Alex"
Race: Jawa
Gender Male
Appearance: Alex is pretty short- About 2'3'', and wears tattered robes, like most of his kind. It's a dark brown, with some black spots, from burns. The bottom of them are cut up a bit, making it jagged. He has a few pockets, locatd where they would be in a hoodie. He also wears a belt, that carries multiple tools on it. His hood is also a bit too long, drooping down in front of his eyes just a bit. His boots, are also a risty redish color, sort of like metal...
Personality: Alex is one to quickly yell, and curse someone out, if interfering with his work. He might even throw wrenches- If annoyed enough. He easily gets frightened, if confronted by larger foes- That aren't droids. He'll run back, trying to make weapons for his team to use, like turrets. If even possible. Otherwise he might tweak with other droids, or just anything.
Dark or Light side of the Force: Dark (Hasn't discovered it, yet.)
Reason for being on Hutta: As an engineer he went there- Due to the numerous ships bringing in the Hutts' riches, gaining profit from fixing numerous ships.
Weapon: A short ranged blaster, with electrical shock, used to deactivate numerous droids.
Other: Has a Fusion Cutter, to repair numerous things.

Name: Chisel
Race: Ewok
Gender Male
Appearance: Chisel is like a normal Ewok; He's about 3'4'' tall enough to properly use weapons, like hs own, for example. His fur is a sort of grayish-greenish color, with dark blue eyes, and black paws. His scarf, like peice of clothes is a faint gold-ish sort of color, giving off the sort of... Feel of an old item. His fur is a bit ragged and goes outwards, making him seem like some sort of pine tree, well not really, but how it goes out, it does make it seem like that.
Personality: Chisel is pretty friendly, enjoying a good laugh, or two. He gets along with others, trying to become their friendright away, even if he may seem a bit desperate. He likes to be a help, smashing his weapon over someone's head, needed be.
Dark or Light side of the Force: N/A
Reason for being on Hutta: He had been abducted by some sort of intergalatic logers, who had stopped on Endor. He tried hiding, but- They took his tree, and away he went, on some sort of trade journey, he even ended up as being sold as a slave, once.
Weapon: A sort of slingshot sniper rifle- A long ranged weapon that fires off small objects, like rocks, ores, anything small in size.
Other:

Hope that I did that good enough, and that I have long enough lines. It's hard to see on a page that dosen't have the same proportions as PB's...

Yeah, I wasn't going to deny anyone from joining, I just needed to set a standard for what I expected. Like when teachers used to assign 1000 word essays they don't mean exactly 1000 words, just around there. Accepted.

I'm expecting this to be fairly casual, so just post as much as you feel like.

GM:
Everyone starts in a Cantina (bar) run by a Hutt. Hutta is a city a with high skyscrapers, floating cars and a huge amount of smog. It also smells of rancor poo.

For right now, in order to give you a inspiration for a first post, another patron is either being too loud, or insulting you, or stealing your drinks, and you have to deal with this in whatever way your character(s) see fit.

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"Hey buddy, that was our food, get back here!" Raana yelled as a Chiss grabbed her order from out underneath her nose. She unholsters one blaster and levies it at the back of the Chiss.

"Young one, your emotions are ruling you, there will be other food and drink," replies Lucien, stepping in front of her blaster.

Frustatedly pushing him aside and giving chase to the blue skinned alien, Raana calls back,"We're the same age!" leaping over a table to chase the thief. Finally reaching him and tackling him to the ground. She feels an object hit her back. The Chiss, seeing this as an opportunity, gets to his feet and shouts," She's trying to steal my food!"

"I'm trying to steal your what- you stole my food!" She's hit again from behind and turns around to see another Chiss, holding a bar stool. Raana pulls back her fist to punch him, but Lucien's hand is pressed against the Chiss' neck, the pressure causing him to collapse.

"I thought you said there would be other food," pants Raana.

"Indeed there will be, but the Jedi council sent you to protect me, and it is common courtesy that I perform the same service for you," Lucien says calmly. "Now quickly, he escapes!" Lucien says, pointing at the thief who was once again, sprinting away.

Cursing under her breath, Raana races after him.

Marek stood outside. His mask kept the smell of the foul city from reaching his nose.
He darted back, seeing someone shoot past him.

He didn't like being forced to move like that. Marek Force Pushed the fool flat on his face, and laughed at the person groan in pain.

"Foolish peasants." he said quietly. He walked inside, thinking he needed a drink. He felt a presence he didn't appreciate at all.

'Jedi...' he growled. His hands held his lightsabers under his cloak just in case the Jedi tried to attack him from behind he'd be prepared.

"Where are you little Jedi?" he whispered. A dark feeling came over him, as he let the anger and hate of the Dark Side flow from him. It gave him speed and strength, wih the side-effect that he couldn't use the Force untill he stopped fighting.

"Come on out little Jedi."

(Oh ok then!)

Alex glared around the room, his hood falling under his eyes. Some people glared back at him, but to them, he started to draw his blaster, making them turn away. "...I would like a drink." the Jawa blutered out, glaring at the bartender, who just laughed. "YOU want a drink?!" he laughed, angering the Jawa. "Yes I do, you dolt. What's your IQ level, Womprat leftovers?" Alex insulted, putting the bartender into a rage. "Not so fast. Just get me, a drink." the Jawa repeated, this time pointing his blaster up.

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Chisel quietly sat with his current owner, until a waiter came, and handed out the drinks. Apparently the Bounty Hunter though that he ordered poison, and shot the human, Chisel's master. The Ewok ran off in a furry, trying to desperatly find- Someone

(Chisel does need to be free, for this RP! And Alex goes all Mos Eisley, when ordering...)

Just as the pair sprinted outside the Cantina, Lucien felt a wave of dark energy wash over him. He looked around with his force vision. The source was coming from inside the Bar. Signaling to Raana that he would catch up, Lucien reentered the Cantina. He sensed a furry blur (PKMN) racing across the floor, but it wasn't what he was looking for.

Outside, Raana sprinted after the thief, darting in and out of the foot traffic plaguing the city streets of Hutta, dashing after the blue skinned stealer of grub. And on Hutta, the food was usually a grub of some kind. Thinking about it made Raana queasy. Ahead of her, the thief made a sharp turn into an alleyway. Thinking she had him cornered, Raana turned the corner quickly, but was confronted by a much more than she had bargained for. A gang of aliens stood before her, Chiss, Twi'lek, Rattataki all stood before her, with a menacing looking Twi'lek at the front.

"Look what we have here." The lead Twi'lek said.

Inside the Cantina, Lucien had located the source of the Dark energy. A dark presence at the bar, wearing a mask that even obscured his senses. He drew his lightsaber, hearing the sharp kssh as it activated, flowing green light bursting from both ends.

"Sith..." He muttered striding forward.

(Lets not kill each other, as Raana is going to lead the Twi'lek in here soon, then I'm going to go to the spaceport to steal a ship, btw I love Alex PKMN)

(Thanks action. XD I sorta thought of the pod race droid things, with the saucer sort of head, and mixed that with a Jawa's skill. Angry Jawa! (Because they do smack each other around.))

Chisel ran up and tugged onto Alex's dangling robes. "...What do you want, furball?" the Jawa asked, smacking off Chisel's hands. He took another gulp from his drink, which he easily recived. Chisel jumped onto his robes again, angring Alex. "What do you want? Go see the guy with the lightsaber? If I bring you, will you get off?" the Jawa said, getting an affermative nod from Chisel, then shrugged. If he lost an arm, he was going to murder the Ewok. "Hey you didn't fin-" "Shut Up."

(Short, but wanted to sorta get closer to the rest of you.)

Marek laughed, "Pathetic Jedi....."
He drew his two lightsabers, letting out a sharp hiss......
He smiled wickedly, and lightning crackled in his hand, but he did not let it fly yet.
"Go on Jedi.... make your move."

The people in the bar cleared out faster than he thought they would, and it made him cackle. One was slow, so he flung it at the ground with the Force, ust to see it squirm in pain.

"Foolish Jedi.... you cannot win." he said sickeningly, "The Dark Side gives me more power thsn you can imagine."
He had long since stopped using his Sith Rage, just so he could zap the jedi if need be.

With another cackle, he swung at the Jedi, "Die!"

Raana, took one look at the imposing Twi'lek and sprinted back the way she came, the bounty hunters giving chase. Darting in and out of the crowds making the chase difficult she hoped Lucien wasn't in any trouble.

Lucien growled and engaged the Sith in a brilliant spin of his flashing blade, accidentally cutting a table in half. Their blades in a crackling of power and the burning of ozone.

Suddenly Raana entered the bar yelling, "DUCK!" and she hit the deck rolling behind the bartender, who was hit by a flurry of blaster fire coming from the doorway. Lucien spun around spinning his lightsaber defensively deflecting blaster bolts.

"We gotta go!" Raana said lifting her head above the counter, "Head for the space port." She ducked into her cover once more as a barrage of bolts cascaded where she once was.

Lucien spun around, jumping back from the Sith, " Truce?" he said.

(Lol PKMN I love Alex)

Marek glared at the Jedi, put away his lightsaber, and shook his hand, "Fine, but If you plan on leaving this planet, I am coming with you, no questions asked."

He put his hood back up, since it had fallen down in the fight. His lightsabers had not been damaged, and he was relieved their battle had not injured him. Marek walked out the door with a whoosh of his robe. Standing outside, he waited for the Jedi.

"If he tries to turn me.... I'll kill him." he told himself certainly.

Alex saw the barrage of bullets and laughed just a bit, the bartender, served him right. "...Bounty Hunters. Per usual. Always happens in places like this. Hell breaks loose." the Jawa said, pulling out his blaster, in case someone wanted to mess with him. Chisel yelped out, and ran off to some distance, trying to get out through some back exit. Good for him. "I suppose that you'll want to get off this planet then, I'm working on this ship, we could steal it, For a price." Alex said, ignoring the conflict and looking at the group. The owner of the ship trusted him, and they could take off.

(Want escape? It'll be a price- In the middle of a Bounty Hunter fight.

EDIT: Cheese, what about- The Bounty Hunters?)

(Sith don't care about simple Bounty Hunters, if one attacks him, that hunter will die)
Marek waited outside, the blaster fire loud outside. He smirked at the thought of how many would die in the battle. Like he cared who they were after. If one attacked him, it would die instantly.

A Mandalorion flew out and saw him, "A Sith! We'll make a fortune off of this guy!"
He drew his lightsabers.

"Do you fear death?" he asked.

The Mandolrian pulled out a laser rifle, "Prepare to die you son of a-"
He was cut short as a lightsaber plunged through his heart and pulled out.

"I'll take that as a yes." Marek whispered.

He saw some more in the bar, and huffed, "I'll never get out of here if my ticket to ride dies. Look at how I've fallen, saving a Jedi, and a Jawa!"

He walked inside. Lightning crackled on his hands, and he fired one bolt at a Twi'lek, electrocuting it.
"This is too much fun!" he cackled, withdrawing his lightsabers.

(I like how Chisel and Alex are almost like Han and Chewy, but smaller xD)

Lucien looked down at the Jawa, it's glinting yellow eyes. "We'll do it," shouted Lucien, deflecting blaster bolts with a deliberate pattern of swirling light. "Just get us off the planet," he continued, spinning on his heel and tossing his lightsaber watching it spin around the room, cutting through hunters like paper and reaching out with the force to return it to his grasp.

Raana was sitting under the bar. She scrambled, grabbing a bottle of liquor, a dipping a rag in an oily substance and then set it on fire with her incinerator. She stood up quickly, blasting a Chiss in the stomach and tossing the makeshift bomb into the swarming mass of combatants. Fire licked the floor. and Raana hopped over the bar, rolling as she hit the ground. Now back to back with Lucien they covered each other in unison, almost synchronized. Lucien with his lightsaber and Raana with her pistols.

"It's time to go!" Raana shouted, grabbing a grenade that was tossed at her and chucking it back at the Rattataki thrower, who imploded.

Marek followed, but not before incinerating one more Bounty Hunter with Lightning.
He jumped over the bar, flipped, and crashed out of the back.

"Where's the ship Jedi?" he asked gruffly, "Leaving sooner would be good."
He drew one lightsaber, just to defend himself in case more came to get them.

(And they're in a bar too. XD)

"Good, now I suppose that when you feel like leaving this peaceful little bar, I'll meet you at Dock 32-ES... Should't be too hard to find. Just go out the back door and follow the crum- Of wait, that's the planet. Just follow the trail with all the drunk pilots trying to get back to their ships..." Alex said, quickly looking around and then running to the back door, and banking a right. The path loomed downwards, good, just helped his momentum, in case any of those Bounty Hunters decideds to murder him... Well, whatever.

(Mine have been a bit short, I guess I've been stuck in situations...)

(I think it's safe to say Marek is with us right?)

Lucien and Raana followed the Jawa into the tunnel. It was dark and damp and some wet splashed down on Raana's shoulder causing her to jump. "Gross," she muttered, brushing it off of herself. The pair of them faced backwards, cutting and shooting the hunters that dared follow them.

Turning around Raana introduced them,"The name's Raana, famed mercenary and legendary Jedi Knight babysitter." Lucien grimaced at the last part but said nothing, too engaged with deflecting blaster bolts. "We were here investigating a force presence but, and it looks like we found it," Raana continued, nodding towards Marek.

But Lucien shook his head, "It wasn't a human, it was.... another kind of being" Peering down at the Jawa he noticed the outline of the force emanating from his figure, but he said nothing, knowing sometimes it was better to keep your mouth shut about these kind of things.

(Yeah action...)

"My name's Alex. I'm an engineer." Alex said, checking on his tools, like his fusion cutter as he walked through the tunnel. "From Tatooine... Broke droids, bought them, fixed them, sold them at a high price, advertised upgrades. Simple enough career..." he said again, after Raana had stated her role as a Jedi herself. He didn't like Jedi, though he didn't hate them either. He was neutral if asked for sides. He fixed things for people, he can't discriminate. "I was fixing this ship, well that's what I do anymore. More pay, especially with this place's air traffic. ...Oh and that Ewok, I have no clue who the hell he is. He just tugged at my robes."

(Alex explains stuff...)

Name: Lysander Wekensen
Race: Chiss
Gender Male
Appearance:Reddish blue skin, it appears purple (the equivalent of a black guy), dark black hair, and the red eyes, that change colour, depending on oxygen levels, common to all Chiss, however, his skin colour does not change, strangely. About 6 feet 2 in height (I'm guessing they are similar heights to humans? He wears a white, flowing trench coat, made out of an advanced armourweave material which will resist, although with varying success, lightsabres and blaster shots, strong, but light. with a black trim, around the sleeves, and the centre joins. Underneath he is bare-chested, displaying a tattoo covering most of his front of some supposedly abstract pattern (more to come in story if accepted) and basic black combat pants. His feet are covered by black "leather" boots, and Golden cortosis-alloy gauntlets on his forearms, which can deflect even a light sabre, although a direct slash will destroy them.
Personality/history:Although from a rich family, he is not spoilt, brought up to respect others, and appreciate what he has. Being sent to school on Hutta to learn about other cultures, and how bad thimgs could get in life seemed harsh, but Lysander understood why now, aged 13 (the equivalent of about 19/20) he did appreciate what he had - his weapon which his father had given him, a family heirloom, a staff, which was made of cortosis alloy, the same as his gauntlets, to deflect bullets, as it had saved him countless times. Now graduated, all he wanted was to leave the planet, and never see his family again, sick of their "pretend austerity" as he had come to call the ridiculous acts his father forced on him - the school for instance. Now, as A man, Lysander Wants to make a name for himself.
Dark or Light side of the Force: N/A to start, depends on RP progression
Reason for being on Hutta: Not by choice- See history
Weapon: He thinks a staff, although when he learns of the force, he can control- what???
Other: Wants to make his people interact with the rest of the galaxy more, as he hates their seclusion, however, doesn't think this will ever happen.

Ive kind of half finished, just wanted to clarify things before posting, but Im looking forward to this.

Am I good to go?

"Why can't they see,
That when we bleed we bleed the same?"