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Star Wars Saga Edition Character Record Sheet
Character Name
Player
Class
Character Level
Current XP
Next Level XP
Ability
Score
Mod
Temp
Score
Temp
Mod
STR
DEX
CON
INT
WIS
CHA
TOTAL
Current
Hit Dice
HP
=
+
Damage Threshold
Fort Defense
Misc Bonus
Destiny
Speed
BAB
INIT
Darkside
Modifier
Points Tracker
Force Pts.
Destiny Pts.
CONDITION
Normal
-1
-2
-5
-10
Helpless
Defense
Total
Level/
Armor
Class
Bonus
Ability
Mod
Misc
Mod
FORTITUDE
=
10
+
+
+
+
REFLEX
=
10
+
+
+
+
WILL
=
10
+
+
+
+
Total
BAB
Str
Size
Misc
Temp
MELEE
=
+
+
+
+
RANGED
=
+
+
+
+
Total
BAB
Dex
Size
Misc
Temp
Weapon
Total Attack Bonus
Damage
Critical
Range
Special Properties
Ammunition
Weight
Size
Type
Weapon
Total Attack Bonus
Damage
Critical
Range
Special Properties
Ammunition
Weight
Size
Type
Weapon
Total Attack Bonus
Damage
Critical
Range
Special Properties
Ammunition
Weight
Size
Type
Weapon
Total Attack Bonus
Damage
Critical
Range
Special Properties
Ammunition
Weight
Size
Type
Armor/Protective Item
Type
Bonus
Check Pen
Max Dex
Special Properties
Weight
Misc
Speed
Credits
200cr
Skills
Skill Name
Key
Ab
Skill
Mod
1/2
Level
Ab
Mod
Trained
Skill
Focus
Misc
Mod
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+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
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+
+
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+
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+
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+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
Special Combat Actions
Languages
Other Possessions
Item
Weight
(kgs)
Loc
Total Weight:
0
Heavy Load:
0
kg +
Max Load:
0
kg
Max Lift:
0
kg
Campaign
Size
Species
Age
Birth Date
Height
Weight
Gender
Eyes
Skin
Handedness
Personality
Rilan was raised as a model citizen of the Empire. Since his view of said Empire was shattered, Rilan has merely been going through the motions. Willing to simply sit and listen to others as he reads whatever text takes his fancy. The moment piloting, no matter its form, gets involved though, Rilan's eyes light up and the corner of his mouth twitches up. While it is not so bad as to say that Piloting is all that Rilan lives for, it is not too far off.
Description:
There are two things that most people immediately notice about Rilan. The first is his hands, they are so very elegant and smooth and almost, but not quite, feminine looking. Of course their appearance belies the fact that those ‘girly’ hands are more than capable of hitting the bullseye every time when throwing darts or knives, or tying complicated knots in mere seconds. The second thing most likely to catch a person’s attention is his eyes. They are a dull grey in colour, but it is their sharpness that people note. They are never anything but razors, constantly darting about watching and assessing all that they purvey. In fact Rilan’s entire body follows that modus operandi. At 1.80m tall Rilan is by no means short, but the thinness of his frame and face has far too often lead to would-be-bullies picking a fight with him due to his ‘weakness’, only to be completely overwhelmed as he slips past all of their defences. Of course, the lack of strength behind his blows requires him to be clever and devious with his targets, but Rilan prefers fighting like that anyway. Ebony hair wraps up the ensemble nicely, short enough not to obstruct his view but long enough to that the wavy nature of his hair can make itself known.
Character Traits
Character Flaws
Contacts / Friends
Enemies
Encumbrance
Size Multiplier:
Misc Multiplier:
Feats, Talents, and Force Powers
Statistic Block
Persistent Conditions and Active Effects
Additional Information
Quite talented with a Slitherhorn, though he is rather out of practice due to the Empire frowning on its trainee pilots wasting time on such trivial things.
Background & Other Notes
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Born on Corellia to loving and patriotic parents, it was inconceivable to both Rilan and his entire family for him to develop his talent and taste for piloting anywhere other than the Imperial Navy. As such, the day he turned sixteen he turned in his application to the local recruitment centre and was promptly whisked away to training. Eighteen months later and Rilan’s training squadron was going on its first field training exercise. The past year and a half had certainly worked Rilan hard, talent and instinct had been leashed and amplified by skill and tactics. So much so in fact that Rilan had been appointed second in command of his group. That turned out not to be a good thing however, as the ‘simulated’ pirate vessel turned out to be real. Its escorts did the same, and, most importantly, their weapons were live. In a good news/bad news situation Rilan’s wingman was killed in the opening salvo with the proximity of the result explosion and debris both sending and forcing Rilan careering off into a debris field. Debris, Rilan morbidly noted after taking a closer look, which they were supposed to be fighting. Rilan had not made second-in-command by purely reacting however, and his elegant fingers quickly began dancing across his computer interface in an attempt to access the ‘pirates’ communications. Grim determination to find out just who tried to kill him quickly turned to dread however, as Rilan discovered that the ‘pirates’ were using Imperial Encryptions. Gritting his teeth at the betrayal, Rilan quietly but quickly gained access to the comm-channel using his squadron leader’s access codes. The news was mind-breaking to a boy who had up until that point sincerely believed in the Empire. Apparently a minor noble’s son had been ‘unduly removed’ from the program, and the entire attack was ‘punishment’ for ‘daring to besmirch’ the family’s name. Rilan remembered the boy in question, he was an above average pilot yes, but he was also an arrogant toerag who really needed to learn his place. Things only got worse from there however, for fifty thousand credits the entire attack was going to be blamed on the Rebels. Rilan’s blood burned as the Imperial Officers calmly discussed prices for and methods of sweeping the entire incident under the rug. Apparently a Rebel strike group had been lured to the area and was due to arrive any minute. Once they did, the corrupt Officer would ‘avenge’ Rilan’s group getting some good pr and quite possibly a promotion out of it all. Rilan refused to let that happen, and seconds before the Rebels were about to be ambushed transmitted “It’s a trap!” across all frequencies. Rilan’s warning saved the Rebel’s lives, and his presence in the ensuing fight provided no small amount of help either. Still, the Rebel’s weren’t prepared to take on the Imperials, and Rilan jumped at the chance to dock with their cruiser when offered the chance by a grateful Strike Group Leader. Of course, just because he was grateful didn’t mean he wasn’t cautious, but Rilan, his worldview shattered, was more than willing to cooperate and was quickly inducted into the ranks of the Rebel pilots.
