Character Creation Rules and Applications

Born in a rare 2 pair litter, Kallukoras and his sister Channari were seen as a mixed blessing, Born 3 weeks early they both nearly cost their mother her life, and their father everything. they spent 2 months on incubation before seeing the outside of the hospital. They were inseparable youth, adventuring in the wilds outside their village. Kal always made sure no harm came to his sister, who seemed to glow with inner an inner radiance, attracting both admiration and ire from many in the village.

On the night his 8th birthday the came, an elite group of sith spys crept their way into his hut and attempted to kidnap his sister. Unluckly for both parties cathar are light sleepers. His family awaking to the screams of his sister he lept out of bed ready to attack, but backed away when one of the hooded figures produced a glowing red lightsaber. His parents however were not impressed, or maybe to scared to let there daughter go with these men, and burst into the room armed with a crudely hewn vibroblade and an old blaster that once belonged to his grandfather. Determined though they were they were no match for the jedi who hacked into his father with little effort and pushed his mom through the wall with a wave of his hand. Seeing himself as the last hope to save his sister, Kal grabbed the sword and managed to dive infront of his now crying sister.
Ahh, what spunk little onethe man sneeredShame its your sister who has the force in this family, your anger would make you a strong sith warrior. Tears welling in his eyes it was all Kal could do to stop from giving in like his fool hardy father. You can't have her he managed to whimper out, Oh yeah? and how will you stop me? the man said as with one fluid motion he severed Kals right arm off, the sword clanking to the floorYou haven't got an arm.. The searing pain took over Kal's mind as he fell. Everything began to echo as he watch the man, now with a limp Channa slung over his arm, pause just long enough to stab his unconcious mother in the heart before fleeing into the night.

He awoke in a bacta tank on a republic base, alone except for the steady beaping of the machine his body seemed to be hooked up to. Eventually a nurse came in and helpped him out and into a room where his aunt and uncle waited. The next few hours passed dizzyingly as he learned of the price of his life. His Aunt and uncle had to sell the house and most of the things his parents owned to pay for his safe recovery, and a series of cybernetic prosthesises for him to use as he grew. He worked hard and got good marks in school, staying out of trouble even when others perstered and teased him about his arm.

At age sixteen he went back to the base and tried signing up for the war effort, hoping to use the army as a way to find his sister. They turned him down due to his arm, forcing him to take a series of odd jobs as a mechanic until he could earn enough money to by some information and follow her off world.

Eight years later and here he is with only a few shreds of information and a few credits to his name, working a meanial job at the front lines of the war, trying to pick up any hint of what happened to his sister. So that by some grace he could find her again, and appologise for not saving her that night.

Oln is not what most think of when they think Mandalorian. He could never quite get the stoic part of proud and stoic down. For Oln a joke is only ever a moment away. Even in the heat of battle he prefers to joke when he can. He also flirts freely, again even in the middle of a fight. His flirting is just and only that however. Oln is steadfastly loyal to his wife. While most insults and accusation don't effect Oln, he does quickly gets angry when seriously accused of infidelity. He socked Marko once when he accused Oln of it. Still he seems to be a genuinely nice guy even when shooting at you.

Beyond anything else Oln is obsessed with his family. This is particularly true for his daughter Contesa. He's already convinced she'll grow up to be Mand'alor. He'll take any opportunity to talk about his wife and child. After his family comes his quest to reclaim Nas'Buir's armor. Unlike many mandalorian children Oln's father was always there so their bond was very strong. It is because Nas'Buir was always there though that Oln hesitates to leave his own young family to search. He is conflicted over his responsibilities as a son and as a father. Finally after family and armor Oln has one final passion and that is science. Old habits die hard and Oln is easily distracted by articles, experiments, or conversations on contemporary science in the galaxy.

If asked how prioritized the six actions Oln would respond that all of the Resol'nare should be held in equal esteem. The truth however is he would prioritize defending oneself and ones family, then contributing to the welfare of your clan, raising you children as Mandilorian, armor, answering the rally of the Mand'alor, and speaking Mando'ade.

Oln was born the love child of a pair of jedi. He would say powerful jedi but well Nas'Buir killed them. Nas'Buir said they died well though, his birth fathers last act being trying to stop Nas'Buir from entering the small cottage. Still Oln's birth parents died with their insides liquidized. Nas'Buir finished collecting the notes on rare indigenous plants Oln's mother had compiled when on whim he checked the last room of the cottage. Inside the room was an infant Oln laying in his crib. He did not cry out or shift away when Nas'Buir leaned over the railing, instead he giggled and reached up for Nas'Buir's helmet. Walking away from the burning cottage Nas'Biur carried a satchel of notes in one hand and a bassinet in the other.

Nas'Buir and Kla'ika were both dread Mandalorian scientists. Contrary to what one might think about people who's daily life consisted of trying to find the most efficient ways of killing people both were very caring parents. They raised him to be a good Mandalorian and to live by the Resol'nare. They taught him how to shoot, and how to wear his amor. Most of all they taught him him how to use his most dangerous weapon, his mind. At eight years Oln started to help his parents with their work. It was quickly discovered Oln was a genius when it came to chemistry. He was able to mix things by intuition. It took him only a few moments of consideration before he picked the right chemicals.

In Oln's sixteenth year Nas'Buir died in a lab accident. Oln has sensed it when it happened but by the time he got to Nas'Buir and vented the room it was to late. The gas had killed Nas'Buir instantly before he had a chance to switch to life support. It was a stupid oversight on Nas'Buir. Nas'Buir had died in service to the Mandalor creating one of the most deadly weapons the galaxy had seen. The gas had eaten through his notes however. So while he might have been a legend instead he was forgotten. As Nas'Buir would have wanted Oln and Kla'ika did what they could to use his body to salvage what they could of the gases structure. It was no good though. Instead after getting it sterilized, repaired, and refitted Oln inherited Nas'Buir's armor.

At seventeen Oln left his home and lab. The lab brought back to many memories of Nas'Buir. Oln went out into the world for glory and to do right by Nas'Buir's armor. He was making his way to the Mandalorian horde to do his part in the war. It was not two weeks since his departure that out of nowhere he blacked out. He woke a week later in a gutter. He woke completely naked. As soon as he found someone willing to 'volunteer' their clothing he searched the trade city from top to bottom. He found nothing until he checked the space port. Someone there said they'd seen a Mandalorian with armor like what Oln described boarding a personal star craft days ago. The thought of someone wearing Nas'Buir's armor threw Oln into rage. It took hours for Oln to calm down remembering how much Nas'Buir disdained anger. Oln had been taught to keep calm and think rationally in times of tribulation.

Oln followed the man all the way to Destiny's Rest, where the trail became to cold to follow. By the time Oln get there no one remembered any Mandalorian or ship fitting Oln description. Oln's break neck chase of the man left him little in the way of assets so even he had a lead he had no money to follow it. For now the man had gotten away.

Oln took on a security position at Destiny's Rest reasoning that with no idea where in the galaxy the thief was here was a good a place as any to make some creds. Oln soon met his future wife. A woman who would make any Mandalorian mother proud. Oln started courting her telling her of the romance and fulfillment in the Mandalorian life. Marko didn't take this too well since she was related to him.

While he worked security Oln picked up the habit of correcting the bartenders whenever they did something that would negatively effect the taste or potency of a drink. Some of the older bartenders didn't take to kindly to this but he managed to come off as trying to help rather than pointing out mistakes. Finally one day when they bar was particularly swamped one of the friendlier bartenders asked if he would mind helping since he seemed to know so much. Since Oln's main occupation has been at the bar only going back to security when the need arises.

A year after he arrived at Destiny's Rest Oln was married. Only a month ago they had a baby girl, Contesa Vizsla. She was thankfully born health and takes after her mother with two fully functioning eyes. Oln adores over her.

Scoundrel 2/ Soldier 6/ Elite Trooper 10/Something 2. Not that I expect to go to twenty. Just sketching Oln's future inclinations.

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Harsh, direct , say what he think, can be callous however when things matter he show his determination, bravery and sense of duty while not an high mind his experience proved to be useful in different situation

Jack early life can be described as common, an average kid of Coruscant, family, friends, sport career , all the nice things, but war was near, so he answered the call of duty, years later he was one of the many republic soldiers fighting anywhere the high minds said to fight.

In that period he made a friend, a brother, a zabrak called Bob, because his name was so long and complex no one was able to spell it, something Bob hated but in the army everyone get a surname sometimes your lucky sometimes you aren’t.

Jack family still live in Coruscant, father, mother and a younger sister but he lost contact, on purpose
He had a girlfriend, a pilot on a trader ship, but it’s over six years he has no news of her


“Psychologically unfit for duty”
4 words to say your worst than junk, in a polite manner

Jack Reyes, nickname Bulldozer, is an alcohol addicted, antisocial, paranoid ex soldier
This is what anyone can read on his personal profile

He simply likes to drink, doesn’t like crowds and doesn’t trust strangers
But he wasn’t like this ten years ago, when everything changed
A battle on a long forgotten rock, a recon team ambushed, one survivor
Wounded, fighting the need to sleep, no support, hunted like an animal, a week in the woods to return to the base, carrying a friend, only the fittest survived, one made it one didn’t

Jack was the one carried, with a leg badly wounded he wasn’t able to walk, that crazy zabrak refused to leave him behind and transported him on his shoulders all the way, but he asked too much to his body who gave up at the end, unable to move Jack started shooting, to discharge the rage, he didn’t know to be so close to an ally patrol which exchanged him for an enemy, this is how Jack survived.

The sense of guilt to be alive, the hate for the sith and the anger to the republic that sent them to death caused nightmares so real to drive a man crazy, the bottle was the only friend, his performance on the field got worse and worse to the point of turning in a risk for the others.

“Psychologically unfit for duty”

4 years later Jack arrived at the station to never leave, at the pact to work on his problems he was employed as a security agent, a dead cheap ex soldier who work for food, a place to live, and the credit for his addiction.
The job was easy, just the occasional idiot that needed a fix, something he liked and was good at, the permission to carry weapons was a plus.
In the years he solved the alcohol problem by getting quite resistant to his effects, when you can’t buy enough to get drunk you stay sober, his paranoid behavior turned to be useful for his job, even his social skills improved, going from “unfriendly at best” to “occasionally a decent person”.

While friendly as a grizzly Jack tend to be quite protective, he wander around the station carrying an old modified weapon, a museum piece, he tells around it saved him once so he always keep it close

He’s a man with nothing to lose, a shadow of what once was, a man that need a purpose