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Topic: Old Republic RPG
Well, I got tired of waiting for someone to make an RPG that I found interesting, so I made one myself!
This RPG takes place during the four-year Mandalorian Wars. Your character can be a Mandalorian, a Jedi, or a Republic soldier. However, they can come from backrounds besides those (example: a pirate puts their skills to use raiding Mandalorians and bringing their supplies back to the Republic). We're going to need quite a few of all of these, so please, don't think that you're going to get picked off or be less significant to the storyline because of what occupation/alliance you choose. I wanna see some pilots, some smugglers, some Mandos, some Jedi, a little bit of everything ^_^ Really make your character unique.
I'm hoping for two things: diversity, but with structure. Remember, one of the biggest rules of improvisation is 'don't deny.' You character may be reluctant and even choose to part company for a time, but please try to more or less go with the flow of things. Everyone should get their chance to shine at some point, so don't feel like you have to dash in and play the ultimate hero (or villain) in the story.
The rules are the usual: No killing someone else's character without their permission, no godly characters, etc. Most importantly, though, I want everyone to have fun with this. So let's see some characters and get playing!
THE SETUP:
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
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Name: Shion (shy-OWN)
Age: 21
Race: Human
Alliance: Mandalorian
Alignment (optional): NG
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Dark brown
Skin color: Fair
Weapons: Dual vibro blades, two pistols, and will sometimes bring along her rifle.
Gadgets (Jedi, this is will be 'Force Powers' for you): Grappling hook, flame thrower, darts.
"They're actually going to go through with this."
Shion mulled her own words over again as she traced the path of the Republic drop ships on their scanners. Yes, the Republic had done it again, suddenly fearless in their awe of a bunch of high-class monks.
She ran her gloved hand through her slightly wavy hair before tucking it into her collar and sliding the tan-and-green helmet over it. Fine, if that was how they wanted to play, then she was more than happy to do things their way. They'd get what they were asking for- a bloodbath at their expense.
"Shion," said one of her kin, a male by the name of Jigo. She couldn't see anything of him beneath his red armor, but she knew his voice. He stepped inside the rusty old building that housed the scanners and all other manner of electronic devices to keep the camp running. "Mandalore's ordered everyone to their positions. The Reps are landing down the hill in the claring by the waterfall. We'll pick them off as they come up."
Shion stood and hefted her rifle over her back. She broke into a light jog with Jigo as they left the camp, wanting to take up their posts as quickly as possible. It was the beauty of the Mandalorian way of war- there were no ranks, and yet they behaved more efficiently than if there were.
The grass was tall, and damp. But it provided good cover for Shion and Jigo, two among at least five marksman hidden in what looked to be an impassable mess of tangled trees. As she fixed her crosshairs on the first figure to approach, walking up the path with no indication of alarm, she raised a hand to signal 'on my mark.'
More people followed, their feet stomping down the shrubs that grew along the path. These were soldiers, wearing armor and carrying rifles. But the one that she had focused on... wore robes. And appeared unarmed?
Something made the hair on the back of her neck stand up just then, as if someone had just dropped ice down her neck. Again she raised her hand. 'Steady yourselves. Prepare to fire.'
