Star Wars - Better Days. [Started up!]
- Thread starter Caros
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Here's the build so far. I finally bought the book! YAY!
Hee. Hopefully the name isn't too obnoxious a reference. I can change it if it is, though I kind of like how it sounds all warm and soft and safe...and the contrast between that and her current situation.
[sblock]Name: Summer Merillo
Profession: Fugitive
Destiny:11 Force Points: 11
Medium Human Noble 7 / Force Adept 4
Init: +18; Perception: +18 (force)
Languages: Basic, Binary, High Galactic, Huttese
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Defenses: Fort +25 Ref +29 Will +30,
Hit Points: 29 +6d6 +4d8; Threshold 25
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Spd 6 squares (walking)
Melee Unarmed/Combat Gloves +12 2d8+6 (attuned, empowered)
Ranged Blaster Pistol +11 3d6+5
Base Attack +8; Grapple +8
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Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 13, Wis 16, Chr 16
Talents: Force Perception, Vision, Damage Reduction, Equilibrium, Attune Weapon, Empower Weapon
Feats: Linguist, Weapon Proficiency (Pistols, Simple), Skill Focus: Initiative, Skill Focus: Use the Force, Weapon Finesse, Force Sensitive (1), Martial Arts 1 (1), Martial Arts II (3), Force Training x2 (6, 9)
Skills Deception +13, Gather Information +13, Initiative +18, Knowledge: Galactic Lore +11, Perception +13, Treat Injury +13, Use Computer +11, Use the Force +18
Force Powers: Battle Strike x2, Farseeing, Surge x2, Force Slam, Move Object, Mind Trick
Force Techniques: Force Point Recovery x2
Equipment: Combat Gloves, Blaster Pistol, Short range comlink, Datapad,
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Experience 55,000
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Height: 1.66 meters
Weight: 55.2 kg
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Appearance:
Summer is a beautiful girl just now coming into full bloom as a woman. She is gracefully built; tallish, slim and willowy. She wears her chestnut brown hair loose and straight; it hangs to just between her shoulder blades. Her face is smooth and pretty, with its elegant cheekbones softened by the last lingering hints of youthful roundness. Her eyes are dark and expressive, deep and wide and hurt. Lately her looks have been marred by the dark circles under them that come from night after night of poor sleep, and day after day of never knowing when what she's seeing is happening. She frequently reacts to things no one else can see, and has clearly been pushed right up to, possibly even a bit over, her emotional endurance by these strange...yet often accurate...visions of past, present, and future.
Background:
I heard someone scream when Alderan died. It took a few seconds to realize it was me. I couldn't stop. During the day, I could feel the empty place my home used to have in my head...like an arm that's been cut off. At night, I dreamed of it. Dreamed I was standing in the balcony of my father's palace, and seeing a great shadow in the sky. A terrible grey shape hung there, like another moon.
Then a flash. A sound like a million thunderbolts. The ground shook, and ripped open. Poison gasses and lava exploded out of the cracks, ripping them wider. The sky turned orange as it burned away. The pieces of Alderan burned as they were hurled out through the atmosphere, away from the exploding core. Nothing was left but seared rocks tumbling through space. No one was spared.
The Inquisitor found me in the hospital. He seemed to know what was happening to me, even though I didn't. He took me, bound me, put me in a dark, dank smelling shuttle. Then a dark, dank-smelling cell. Then I was alone. Alone in the dark. Everyone was dead. My family. My friends. There was no one I could call on.
No. There was one. My brother was somewhere out there. As soon as I thought of him, I realized he'd escaped. I could feel him like I could feel Alderan's absence. From my little cell in the prison on Coruscant, I tried to reach out to him. I didn't know until later if it had worked. It was a very hard time, because through it all I could feel the footsteps of the dark one coming up behind me. I never knew if that would be the day he arrived. Today? Tomorrow? No way to know.
But he came for me. My brother, I mean. He saved me.
Ever since all this started, nothing's been...clear for me. I know too many things, and they don't have places to go in my head, so they just kind of spin around and hit other things and knock them around...that's how it feels. It's never really under control. The only thing I know for sure is that when he took me from Coruscant, my brother gave up everything else for me. I'll find a way to make that up to him. Somehow, I'll find a way.[/sblock]
Hee. Hopefully the name isn't too obnoxious a reference. I can change it if it is, though I kind of like how it sounds all warm and soft and safe...and the contrast between that and her current situation.
[sblock]Name: Summer Merillo
Profession: Fugitive
Destiny:11 Force Points: 11
Medium Human Noble 7 / Force Adept 4
Init: +18; Perception: +18 (force)
Languages: Basic, Binary, High Galactic, Huttese
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Defenses: Fort +25 Ref +29 Will +30,
Hit Points: 29 +6d6 +4d8; Threshold 25
–––––––––––––––––––––––––
Spd 6 squares (walking)
Melee Unarmed/Combat Gloves +12 2d8+6 (attuned, empowered)
Ranged Blaster Pistol +11 3d6+5
Base Attack +8; Grapple +8
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Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 13, Wis 16, Chr 16
Talents: Force Perception, Vision, Damage Reduction, Equilibrium, Attune Weapon, Empower Weapon
Feats: Linguist, Weapon Proficiency (Pistols, Simple), Skill Focus: Initiative, Skill Focus: Use the Force, Weapon Finesse, Force Sensitive (1), Martial Arts 1 (1), Martial Arts II (3), Force Training x2 (6, 9)
Skills Deception +13, Gather Information +13, Initiative +18, Knowledge: Galactic Lore +11, Perception +13, Treat Injury +13, Use Computer +11, Use the Force +18
Force Powers: Battle Strike x2, Farseeing, Surge x2, Force Slam, Move Object, Mind Trick
Force Techniques: Force Point Recovery x2
Equipment: Combat Gloves, Blaster Pistol, Short range comlink, Datapad,
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Experience 55,000
–––––––––––––––––––––––––
Height: 1.66 meters
Weight: 55.2 kg
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Appearance:
Summer is a beautiful girl just now coming into full bloom as a woman. She is gracefully built; tallish, slim and willowy. She wears her chestnut brown hair loose and straight; it hangs to just between her shoulder blades. Her face is smooth and pretty, with its elegant cheekbones softened by the last lingering hints of youthful roundness. Her eyes are dark and expressive, deep and wide and hurt. Lately her looks have been marred by the dark circles under them that come from night after night of poor sleep, and day after day of never knowing when what she's seeing is happening. She frequently reacts to things no one else can see, and has clearly been pushed right up to, possibly even a bit over, her emotional endurance by these strange...yet often accurate...visions of past, present, and future.
Background:
I heard someone scream when Alderan died. It took a few seconds to realize it was me. I couldn't stop. During the day, I could feel the empty place my home used to have in my head...like an arm that's been cut off. At night, I dreamed of it. Dreamed I was standing in the balcony of my father's palace, and seeing a great shadow in the sky. A terrible grey shape hung there, like another moon.
Then a flash. A sound like a million thunderbolts. The ground shook, and ripped open. Poison gasses and lava exploded out of the cracks, ripping them wider. The sky turned orange as it burned away. The pieces of Alderan burned as they were hurled out through the atmosphere, away from the exploding core. Nothing was left but seared rocks tumbling through space. No one was spared.
The Inquisitor found me in the hospital. He seemed to know what was happening to me, even though I didn't. He took me, bound me, put me in a dark, dank smelling shuttle. Then a dark, dank-smelling cell. Then I was alone. Alone in the dark. Everyone was dead. My family. My friends. There was no one I could call on.
No. There was one. My brother was somewhere out there. As soon as I thought of him, I realized he'd escaped. I could feel him like I could feel Alderan's absence. From my little cell in the prison on Coruscant, I tried to reach out to him. I didn't know until later if it had worked. It was a very hard time, because through it all I could feel the footsteps of the dark one coming up behind me. I never knew if that would be the day he arrived. Today? Tomorrow? No way to know.
But he came for me. My brother, I mean. He saved me.
Ever since all this started, nothing's been...clear for me. I know too many things, and they don't have places to go in my head, so they just kind of spin around and hit other things and knock them around...that's how it feels. It's never really under control. The only thing I know for sure is that when he took me from Coruscant, my brother gave up everything else for me. I'll find a way to make that up to him. Somehow, I'll find a way.[/sblock]
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James Heard
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Yeah, I was starting to think that this one dead before it started too.
James Heard
Explorer
Me, I'm just becoming less optimistic with every passing day. I wish though, if it's not going to happen, that he would come in and say it's not going to happen...
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