Blackrat

A saga-edition character for Possum's pbp:
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Born to a famous clan of 'Dosh warriors S'Sheer was trained in traditional ways of 'Dosh, becoming a hardy warrior but also, taking advantage of his natural reflexes, learning how to fly a ship. This quickly became his passion and he is now among the best pilots his race has produced. His skill led him to be hired on various ships and travel across the galaxy. During his travels he met a Kel'Dor with a mercenary mind like S'Sheer's and the two became friends. Their last employer was Quarren smuggler who got caught later on. S'Sheer was quick to claim ownership of the Quarren's astromech droid QB-4, an old model from the war which S'Sheer jokingly calls Rusty. Having lost their ship and work, the three set out to find some new venues and ended up with the Rebellion...

S'Sheer is quite reckless when let in the cockpit but his flying skills are no doubt extraordinary. He is not typical 'Dosh in that he is friendlier than his species' reputation but nevertheless he is as ferocious warrior as all his kin.

S'Sheer is short and agile for a 'Dosh, with almost black scales spotted with reddish tint. He has once lost an arm and for that reason his left hand and arm are a bit lighter shade than the other.

Continuation to my Star Wars alternative timeline.


And now for the Rise of the Sith Empire:

When Count Dooku and Chancellor Palpatine were dead it was thought that the Sith were gone. But it's never that simple. Asajj Ventress, Assassin and Dark Jedi who had been denied true Sith Training by Count Dooku had disappeared some time before. When she learned that her master was dead she started to look into the Sith mythology on her own, eventually ending up on Korriban. There she found the Holocrons and Ghosts of ancient Sith Lords...

Twenty years passed. The Galaxy was still at war. The Republic had become an oppressive dictatorship under the rule of the Master Regent Windu and his Pure Knights. The CIS in turn had been renamed CAS when the Renegade Order had joined them in order to create a new Republic. And all the while they never knew that a new Sith Order was gaining power behind their backs.

When the backwater worlds suddenly started to renounce their support to either side it was already too late. Under the rule of Empress Darth Hssiss, the numbers of the Sith had grown enough for them to claim a region of their own.

Elven Bard for Knightfall's pbp.
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A nobleborn from Silverleaf, Lorien only knew the life of song and joy when growing up. Swordplay was sport to him and the bow was an instrument of beauty, not of war. But childhood never lasts long, and the content life of court became boring for the young elf who wanted to see the distant lands he had heard tales of. He journeyd far and wide and for a while settled with the wild cousins of Silver Elves living on the north edges of the Great Forest. There he truly learned what it meant to use the bow. Decades of life on the road has roughed the soft youth off of Lorien, and he is a hardy adventurer now, but his manners still speak of noble upbringing.

Lorien is a softspoken elf, with the manners of a noble contrasted by the confidence of a warrior. He stands quite tall for an elf, being 5'7" and weighs around 120 lbs. His skin has taken a soft tan from the years on the road but his silvery hair and bright green eyes effectively reveal his heritage.

My Cleric/Warmage in moritheil's pbp
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Order of the Crimson Moon is propably one of the reasons that arcane magic is so feared and held to be blasphemous. It is no secret that many of the Order's practises include study of darker arts and reverance to blood and battle, but they are still far from evil. It is however enough to get the ire of zealots and fear of the public on them, and their own religiously ritualistic behaviour isn't helping to leviate the views.

Dzax the Scarred was apprenticed to the Order at young age, and was taught to became a battlefield leader from early on. He has a zeal on the ideology of the Order, matching that of the priests of other Faiths, and true enough, even if he doesn't worship a god directly, some divine agent of battlefields has granted him his favour.

The Order of the Crimson Moon has devoted it's study of arcane knowledge to the areas that other orders fear. It is their duty to make sure that lore about horrors beyond reason are kept in hands that won't abuse it. And it is their duty to use that knowledge wisely. Due to his upbringing Dzax has a genuine curiousity for things that propably should be left undisturbed, but he has the wisdom to not use it trivially.

Dzax is not old, but he has already seen his share of things that have prematurely aged him. He is completely bald and his head is covered with intricate tattoos, giving him somewhat fierce appearance. Dzax dresses in the dark red of his order and wears simple and practical clothes of a warrior. He carries a flail and a shield strapped on his back and it is not uncommon that someone has mistaken him for a soldier instead of a mage.

My Dwarf Soldier for Hella_Tellah's Warhamer Fantasy RPG 2e.