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    Name: Zee Riton

    Age: Born 33BBY, 10(During 22BBY), 13(During 19BBY), 25(During 9BBY), 28(During 5BBY)

    Gender: Female

    Species: Devaronian

    Skills: Close Quarters Combat, Weaponry[Ranged], Deception, Starfighter/Airspeeder Piloting, Disguise, Stealth, Sabotage

    Profession: Spy, Hyperspace Scout(Cover)

    Appearance:
    Zee is a Devaronian with mahogany colored skin, brown lips, and light blue eyes. She has very long eyelashes. Her hair is white on the front while the rest is simply light brown. She typically has a ponytail with long tufts of white hair going down her temples with the rest of her hair shaved very short. On her forehead are two vestigial black circular bumps. Heavy amounts of freckles mark her face especially around her nose and brows. She stands at six feet in height exactly. Zee tends to wear tight black outfits with arm sleeves that are separate from her torso clothing. Her shoulders and under arms are commonly visible. Her trousers are dyed black Pikhron leather. She has metal toed boots and a silver belt. Normally she wears skin tight gloves. Over this all Zee wears an environmental suit which is ink black that has a gas mask built in.

    Equipment: Vilmarh’s Revenge Model Blaster Pistol, Environmental Suit, Comm, ID, Clothes, Knife, Flashlight

    Personality: Work oriented and unassuming are two ways to describe how Zee outwardly acts. She is adept at molding herself to fit various roles. Because of this it can be hard to get to know Zee as she is usually acting. Beneath the various masks she is a passionate idealist. There is no question to her that the Empire is evil and she sees it as her duty to do whatever she can to fight the system. She is inquisitive, rebellious, and caring. At the same time she accepts some necessary evils in life, believing whatever must be done to defeat the Empire then has to be done, as much as she may hate it. She has a deep hatred of gender roles of any kind. Zee tends to martyr herself and is self sacrificial. It is her belief that if the Empire is toppled she should turn herself in to whatever replaces it to face justice.

    History: Zee was born on Devaron to her parents Haal Riton and Zirrah Riton. She grew up during the Clone Wars during which she went to school. Since a young age she was always jealous of her older brother who was a hunter. Jurkal was his name, he was six years older than her and was taken on hunts by their father. During this Zee was always left behind and envious. Early on Zee was discouraged by and hated the gender roles of her people, wishing to break free of them. During a hunt led by her father she secretly followed along and nearly died to the wilderness before being saved by her father and brother. Her brother lost his arm in the process of rescuing her and the guilt of that would stick with her for the rest of her life. His arm was replaced with a very obvious cybernetic one.

    During the Clone Wars she first hand witnessed the atrocities of war. When the battle of Devaron occurred she was still quite young. Her family was very supportive of the Republic and was crushed when the Battle of Devaron happened. They felt helpless and lost multiple family members in the battle. Rather than continuing to study for school and despite her personal losses she began to secretly side with the Separatists. She questioned the growing power of the Galactic Republic as its Chancellor continued to grow in power. Zee worked as an informant and eventually began to work as a young spy for the CIS. Her idealism ended up nearly getting her killed multiple times and eventually she broke away from the CIS as she saw more and more of their brutality. Feeling lost, she saw all of her horrors realized when Order 66 happened. During it she watched from afar in horror as the Jedi Temple on Devaron was purged by clone troopers. Fearing reprisal she left home and became an outlaw, changing her identity.

    Order 66 had quite literally uprooted her life. She never found out if she was being hunted but decided disappearing was the only option. Without a word to her family she boarded a freighter to Bardotta. There she hid for a time before heading to the Outer Rim. At first she worked as a runner on planets for criminal organizations before turning to espionage for corporations. Her skills as a spy came in handy, but she felt empty, as she was now directly working for the corruption of a system she had always hated. While doing jobs she heard stories of the Free Ryloth movement. They inspired her to eventually join a local Rebel Cell. They further trained her and took advantage of her knowledge and skill sets. She used being a Hyperspace Scout as her cover when she was travelling, sabotaging Imperials whenever possible, killing those she had to, and getting whatever information was required.

    During her travels she ended up meeting a Zeltron when the two were trying to get smuggled off of the planet Corellia. At first they didn’t speak but stormtroopers performed a search of their vessel. It was during the escape that Zee took a baster shot for him. As thanks he carried her back to his apartment and healed her with strange nanobots that he injected into her body. Rokon was his name. For a few weeks they stayed mostly reclusive in his apartment. When they got to talking she found a deep hatred of the EmPire in him. Both formed a bit of a friendship and finally she offered to take him off planet to explore the galaxy while fighting the Empire. With his money paying for the trip the two took off and escaped Corellia.

    While the two travelled Zee worked on trying to set up her own small information network for fellow dissidents. She would do a lot of the leg work getting into contact with others while occasionally she’d bring someone injured to Rokon to be healed. They made a bit of a team. Both grew to be friends in a strange situation as their mutual hatred of the Empire helped them bond. Rokon had always been a bit strange. As they got closer she learned more about his night terrors and memory problems. She vowed to one day help him through them, likey when the Empire was gone. He also performed genetic therapy on her enhancing her physically somewhat.

    Eventually the two ended up on the planet of Iccaro.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Derpnaster View Post

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    Illiana has a Wolaby pet named Snowflake, or just Flake, the creature followed her home one day and never left so she kept it around even during her travels.
    ... I think that's my favorite part, haha. Approved. Oh just a note about the Wolaby since you've chosen to have one, they kinda communicate like frogs, only instead of inflating their throats, they inflate their cheeks and vibrate them. Like this (Only more high-pitched and in quicker short bursts):



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    Also everything looks good to me Tolvo! Welcome aboard officially now!

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    Sweet. When do you think the IC will start?
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    I'm getting to work on it as we speak, so when I'm done I imagine. Three will be a good start!

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    Oooh yay! Min has her character about done but she went to bed.
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    Once Min gets her sheet up, we'll be good to go, I have the intro post just about done.

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    Name: Rokon

    Titles: Doctor, Kid Doc

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Species: Zeltron

    Skills: Rokon has an unnaturally vast knowledge base of nanotechnology, biology (focused in sentient races), and the integration of the two for many various results. Able to combine nano tech and genetic alteration with subjects he is able to inflict pain, cause death, treat injuries, rejuvenate their tissues, or even give them extraordinary qualities. The healing properties are activate when the body is at least moderately wounded, following for the next five minutes the nanobots heal rapidly any damage dealt to the body before shutting down and filtered out of the body.

    His form of work is controversial and a very delicate process. Rokon’s nanobots cannot survive EMPs, dying inside hosts they live in. To operate they must be within a subject’s body, which is very difficult for the doctor without doing it with consent. What Rokon has an aptitude for is questionable ethically, yet coldly efficient when his influence pumps through patient’s veins. Very generous genetic alterations can show up on scanners and his nanobots are also able to be detected through scans.

    Through his work with nanobiotics he has some basic knowledge of computers (nothing on computer security), and knows what production elements and tools are needed to craft more nanobots.

    Rokon has rudimentary knowledge of using blasters.

    Profession: Genetic Therapist, Nanbot Physician, Biologist

    Other: As a Zeltron Rokon emits pheromones which bring him a likeable charisma in contrast to his otherwise downcast and unusual demeanor. Tied with his Zeltron good looks it equalizes his appeal, leaving some to be very attracted, some enjoying him for a distance, or others at least tolerating him.

    He also has two livers which makes him more resistant to slow working poisons or toxins and generally alcohol. Rokon has a fast metabolism which keeps his body svelte but requires more to eat on a daily basis.

    Rokon suffers from terrible night terrors fueled by the complications from the memory chip installed in his brain. Often sleep deprived, the Zeltron can be physically lethargic. He can get weeks of good sleep followed by weeks of bad, how severe the sleep deprivation comes from how much anxiety he has. The more anxiety he has, the much higher likelihood he will have night terrors a few nights following. The night terrors are of altered recounts regarding medical procedures Ghul had done onto his patients. Zeltrons have empathetic abilities, but the memory chip has damaged these receptors.

    Blunt head injuries disable Rokon, the memory chip vibrates ever-so-slightly which inflames parts of the Zeltron’s brain and slows his reaction time and thinking speed till he can rest.

    He has nanobots implanted in himself. The nanobots cannot help with the brain inflammation from the chip too much (other than making sure it’s never fatal) and they cannot help replicate the restfulness sleep provides, leaving him to suffer sleep deprivation.

    While he can edit his own genetic code to make himself faster, stronger, or do various other things, it is stressful on his fragile mind – guaranteeing him to have health repercussions and night terrors days after.

    Appearance:


    Rokon’s appearance as a Zeltron would be as someone would expect when thinking of the species. A body naturally slender, effortlessly showing the markings of six pack abs, and attractively curved into a V shaped body with the sensuous creases that show off the skeletal design. Skin pink as the sweetest petals of Naboo’s field flowers, messily tossed loose curls of dark violet hair decorate his head as if he had rolled out of bed yet it still works on the Zeltron’s favor. Eyes a soft blue, shaped round but narrow giving him a slight mystique about his gaze. Brows clean and long, nose long and nostrils small, and dark full lips all rest on his face.

    At first study, nothing appears wrong, that what is said about Zeltros and its people is astoundingly correct. But the details of Rokon’s burdened existence come into view the moment you meet those otherwise ‘perfect’ eyes. Deep seated bags hang from his young skin under the eyes. Deep folds which reach two finger’s width down and almost go to his cheekbones. Smaller lines tightly keep close to his eye. It is ghastly compared to the other features which exist almost to be admired. It yanks away the fantasy, some could perceive him to be sickly. The weight of his chronic exhaustion ties his sloppy hair and bed-yearning eyes together making a person not so easily taken in for selfish visual consumption.

    (5’8”)

    Equipment:

    5 Hypo-syringes of Nanobots in saline fluids hidden in the folds of his clothes.

    A datapad which contains summary knowledge of Rokon’s fields of expertise, personal notes, and a special program which allows the doctor to control his nanobots. The datapad has a three-mile radius signal with nanobots, if his patients are in greater distance than this the nanobots inside them will resume the programs given. The nanobots also give him vitals of his patients. His datapad is tucked in a pocket sewn onto his pants (located on left thigh). It has a tracer Zee can follow with her datapad.

    A basic blaster in belt holster.

    A backpack which carries a mini-fabricator which is set for nanobot production.

    Personality:

    Rokon circles his life around the night terrors that come to him. Seeing them as the only clues to his mysterious past, the effects of the night terrors are jarring and make him question himself. Gifted with an unusual skill set, he uses it to the most pragmatic degree he can for the greater good. He has since shed his reservation of the sanctity of life – knowing it can be built upon. While terribly anti social, Rokon does care for his patients and will do personal check ups with them. His methods can be seen as dry but his time spent and thoughts focused on them are signs of his care.

    He understands he is weird, his gaze is flighty from those who have a dislike or wariness of him. The Zeltron takes social rejection with some expectation of it, if they were aware of the past he dreamed of he is certain he would be killed for his crimes. He does have shame yet seeks pride in what he now does, wanting to make an identity with the name he was given that is respectable. He has a moral code that differs from those who are of the Empire and those who are not. His usual ethical reservations wash away when dealing with the enemy – enacting the same cruel torture that disturbs him at night.

    To his allies and to strangers he has no intention of manipulating their bodies without consent, and does not wish to bring them harm. Something burns in him to fight and resist the Empire in anyway he can.

    His lack of sleep leaves him to find it wherever and whenever he can. Rokon can be seen resting his head against a wall he’s standing next to, rubbing his face to stay awake, and at extremes he brazenly can be found on the floor of random places with a sleeping mask on – resting exactly where he ran out of steam. He nabs as much sleep as he can so he may be able to be of best use.

    During his work in creating nanobots, implementing them he is very aware of hygienic details and focuses deeply to the point he may not hear those who are speaking to him at first. As disheveled as he may be from exhaustion his bed will always be made, spills are cleaned, and he’s showered.

    History:

    Ghul, a Givin of Yag’Dhul (Born in the year 77 BBY) was with the distinct cultural need to make use of his intellect. Among a species of mathematicians and astronomers, Ghul turned away from the stereotype. Among his own people his life with them was brief, having cordial relationships with family and acquaintances that came and went through the years. His own personal intellect was much more curious to test and study the biological designs in which the universe’s races came in.

    His studies were rudimentary on Yag’Dhul for what he wanted, yet the keen integration of design and metalworking gave him the skillset to create nanomachinery, nanobots, which could be used to further his own intellectual agendas. Ghul took this knowledge, setting himself into the universe.

    Being of his race, him venturing across the universe did not draw attention as he was assumed to be a passing intellectual. And he directed himself to Mandalor at the height of the Civil War. He was welcomed by Clan Bralor, taken by losses in the war were welcoming of what a Givin’s craft.

    His first free studies upon subjects were the prisoners of war the Bralor Mandlaorians captured. In their screams he learned how to nuance his nanobots, deriving misery and studying the results of the warrior species. The bodies piled with how many he killed, coming to have deeper understanding of sentient biology. His works turned to enrichment rather than decimation, now understanding the building blocks and seeing how they could be built upon.

    Ghul dove into the genetic code of Clan Bralor and modified them. The Clan became faster, stronger, more durable to the length of their civil war. And it came to Bralor’s favor, standing against even the greater clans. His work here was done, spreading from planet to planet studying the people’s through works in hospitals and laboratories. His reputation as a uniquely medically gifted Givin were giving him intellectual prestige.

    Conflicts across the galaxy rose to a point, a new form of reaching government came, The Empire. It sought bold minds to serve it, Ghul was recruited and seduced with the lack of governmental restriction they would give his studies. Such freedom was a luxury he hadn’t had since Mandalor, and even then he had to restrain himself in order to not disturb the Bralors.

    Many defiant people Ghul broke and dismembered from the cellular level. His patients were from across the galaxy, delivered to him. The dark laboratories of the Empire were his to soil and use as he wanted. Many of his patients died. And many gave away secrets that helped the Empire curb disruption precisely. The pale Givin was of great use, rising through the medical ranks of the Empire and became a respect asset of the great government.

    And then they ordered him to facilitate the sterilization of the Genosians. Ghul didn’t study much of world politics or events, yet it followed the Clone Wars. His understanding didn’t matter, they fed him orders and bodies – he was to comply. Something inside the cruel physician change, or came into awareness – he wasn’t sure. But the scope of what he was commanded to do destroyed his view of the Empire and how he saw his own work. He wanted to study the universe, not take its pieces and then them null. Deaths happened in the name of science, but did not need to happen for the sake of politics.

    The Ghul was well past his middle age years now, his life and his actions had buried him so deeply into the Empire there was never going to be a resolution or escape for him. He watched from datapad screens what happened to the Genosians following, and saw finally what the Empire had done to many species across the universe. He understood he was now permanently a part of this history. Somberly his life continued much the same, trying to find ways to change his fate.

    In 8 BBY something unusual happened, he was given a young Zeltron. He never had one of the pink skinned race on his table before. It was strange, knowing now their favor with the rest of the more basic and primal oriented species. They were desired, something he didn’t feel much of. For his own reasons when he saw the Zeltron he saw an unusual means of escape.

    **

    Born in 25 BBY, Ahavis Vallen was a son of a Koris Vallen and Mora Vallen. Among the fun faring people of Zeltros, life was delightful, easy. While getting his Galactic Standard education he was also able to frolic and simply be among his other beautiful and fun-loving people. There was no hardship, endless pleasure and beauty worship.

    When he was fifteen years old, he met an unusual human. A young man around his age but how he carried himself in Zeltros was different than my around him. It was intriguing, and after meeting in a park where the human had been quietly sitting, Ahavis began talking and bonding with him. With many relationships with Zeltrons, passions came fast. Mulio, the seventeen-year-old Human shared more than intended the closer they had become. Mulio had lived a very lonely life, taken as an orphan by a generous family on Ossus who had raised him but had to keep him hidden. He fled Mulio when he felt he was old enough to take care of himself, never wanting that brave family to suffer for what he did and had come to Zeltros as it was known as one of the best places in the galaxy to feel good. He was a Padawan who wanted to let go of his past and spend the rest of his years feeling the goods Zeltros had to offer.

    This revealing shattered Ahavis’ carefree world. His deepest love was in many ways a fugitive of the Empire. The responsibility of that scared him but now he had already fallen for Mulio. He told his mother, who worried now for her son and what he was doing. The natural bond kept them close but Ahvis could feel differences in himself which pulled him away from his multi-lover ways and to Mulio. They shared much together in the year and a half they knew each other till suddenly Mulio was seen being hauled away by Stormtroopers. Their exchange of eyes and the nonverbal warning to keep quiet was all Ahavis had left to cling to questions of how they could happen.

    The only person who he told about Mulio was his mother. That night he challenged her in anger very out of character and she admitted to what she had done – seeing it best for Ahavis’ interest that he was kept way from that boy. The spiral of emotions prepared Ahavis to foolheartedly run away from home and begin flirting and mingling with Stormtroopers in hopes of trying to see who knew the latest gossip, the gossip being the jedi the Empire had just taken from Zeltros. He asked too many questions, brought attention to himself from the Stormtroopers that funneled his name up the line of command and the teenager was brought in on suspicion.

    When Ahavis came to he awoke on a cold metal table, and took in the sight of a Givin for the first time. It was horrifying and he screamed, slamming against his restraints. Ahavis’ life ended for Ghul had installed a memory chip in his mind of such volume the knowledge inside destroyed what memories he had prior.

    Ghul had no choice but to put faith that his experimental operation would carry on his skills into the hands of someone who would serve against the Empire rather than for it. The Givin deleted the records of the Zeltron, and bribed Stormtroopers to haul the body to Corellia.

    Hopeful, Ghul killed himself in his laboratory.

    **

    8 BBY, a young Zeltron wakes up on a street in Corellia. With no memory of his past or even the world around him, his only assets were what was on him: A datapad, credits, and a few syringes of what he knew to be bio-nanotechnology. The Datapad told him that his name was Rokon and that he must avoid the Empire at all costs. Disoriented, he stumbled around, gaining a basic understanding of life one conversation after another with strangers. It was in his fortune that people seemed particularly willing to help him.

    A month passed, he had managed to get an empty apartment and gathered food by offering to domestic work for the neighbors of his floor. Whispers from one of his more Empire opposing warned him of an Imperial crackdown and Rokon quickly remembered what his datapad had warned him.

    Cautiously he asked for ask through cantinas for a smuggler to help hide him from the Empire. His efforts connected him with what he was looking for, meeting with the smuggler. It was thwarted, the Empire had intercepted his route and he was convinced by a female Devaronian that they should flee. In the process, she took a blaster shot for him. The sacrifice moved him to use his medical knowhow to treat her through his micro biotics. He brought her back to his apartment and they hid.

    It was the beginning of a forming friendship, they passed nights together and Zee, as he learned, must have heard him moaning and screaming during the night – things he didn’t know that he did. She was the first person to ask anything about him since waking on this world. He opened up to her pretty easily because of this, pulling back layers of unknown to still give the Devaronian the same mystery he suffered daily. She had no answers either.

    It took a year of their friendship to evolve before Rokon could finally tell her the vivid and terrifying details of what he saw during his sleep. The nanobots have revealed a memory chip installed in his brain, but from who or why remain mysterious. It was easy for him to guess that the medical knowledge he has comes from the chip. Understanding the situation best Rokon knows, Zee has vowed on their friendship to one day help him solve this mystery. For now, the duo planet hop, expanding the rebellious cell Zee has sacrificed much to create.

    History Footnotes:

    Ghul wasn't a computer expert, a cookie trail exists of him deleting Ahvis' file if one looks.

    Ahvis' file shows he was trying to inquire about the jedi they found on Zeltron on 9 BBY.

    It is unknown if Mulio escaped the Empire, were killed by them, or something else happened to him.

    Rokon and Ghul's genetic edits share the same 'signature' in the coding.
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    Alrighty, everything looks good to me. I'll have the IC thread up by the end of today, if not within a couple of hours.

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    Oh. I guess I was further along than I thought. Sorry about the double post, but here.

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