Skye's Minor Characters

[Tracyn Skye]

Name: Rheon Cyric
Nickname: Rhe
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 163
Build: Muscular
Hair color/length: Chocolate brown, short
Eye Color: Light blue
Affiliation: Jedi
Status: Force User, Sort of Rogue Jedi
Appearance: Rhe
Weapons: Blue Lightsaber
Lightsaber Forms:Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu,and a small portion of Juyo.
Main Force Powers: Push/ Pull, Lightsaber throw, Force Leap/Jump, Jedi mind trick, Force Choke, Force Lightning, Force Drain.
Ships: Anjin,a stealth Preybird-class starfighter
Bio:

Presumably the son of a bounty hunter, the only thing Rhe ever really knew of his father was his last name, which he shared with him. Rhe's mother, a poor woman lost in the Nar Shaddaa human's quarters, became pregnant with him after one night of passion with his father, who had, according to the stories Rhe's mother had told him, been chasing a very important bounty at the time.

Either way, Rhe grew up in destitution. He quickly learned that his mother would not be able to cuddle and care for him like a mother should be able to, and began to fend for himself. Being a small, youthful child, Rhe found the best way to go about doing this: Thievery. Being naturally bright, Rhe stole from anyone of wealth, but made sure to steal just that which wouldn't be too missed, so as not to make himself a target. Thus was how the young boy grew to be a young man: Stealing what he needed to survive, and hearing all sorts of stories from passing spacers about life beyond the sprawling planet-wide city of Nar Shaddaa. He longed to go out there, to the 'real galaxy', and find out what it would hold in store for him.

By the age of 9 he had hardened into a petty criminal, procuring a hold-out blaster pistol he would often mug and kill others just so he could survive. He quickly was forced to understand a plethora of languages and slowly began to speak a number of them, he was able to say "Don't move, give me all your credits!" in 12 different languages and also knew "Don't shoot!" in the same. However by the age of 11, Rhe, although smarter and becoming more and more intelligent, still hadn't found his place in the world. Everything that he had he was forced to steal and was never given anything. Ever since he was a small child no one would take him in shrugging him off as useless, homeless orphan. Slowly the boy was seeking a place where could belong, where he was the same as everybody else.

His mother passed away when he was 13 due to disease, and though he did grieve for her, he understood it as an inevitability. Everyone who lived on Nar Shaddaa did. Death was just another factor of life for those who lived their lives on that forsaken moon of Nal Hutta. This only furthered Rhe's ambition, and he made a promise to himself that he was going to get off that rock, no matter what.

Soon enough though he was beaten by a few thugs and stripped of his credits, but put up a fight. After mere seconds, he had rose once more. Growing angrier and angrier he started to attack the thugs with this inner rage. A mysterious stranger, no doubt a sith, appeared and helped Rhe by fueling his rage. He corrupted the small boy and after the two kileld the thugs the sith took Rhe in as his apprentice. Soon enough Rhe was accepting all of the sith ways.

In 6 years he learned much, but soon his master was beginning to torture Rhe for some strange reason. Without thinking, Rhe let a cry for help out through the force. A Jedi master discovered the 19 year old boy, and took him along as his one apprentice. Soon enough Rhe was right in between the two sides, and right as he was turning to the light, his master died. Rhe remained on Coruscant afterwards, but never visited the Jedi temple again.



To be played in blue by me.

[Tracyn Skye]

Man I forgot about my clone I got a while back.


Name: Adrian Skye
Nickname: Ace(Orgin: During his training, in the space combat section, he showd outstanding skill, leading to someone calling him "Ace of the Skies." After which all crew of the Black Panther called him Ace, even Tracyn ocassionally, but no one else.Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kamino
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 190
Build: Muscular
Hair color/length: Jet black/long
Eye Color: Light blue
Affiliation: Tracyn's clone; Rogue
Status: Force Sensitive but not trained, a clone
Appearance:
Weapons:
--- Dual Vibroswords
--- Dual Westars
--- Thermal Detonator
Skills:
--- Piloting
--- Martial Arts
--- Marksmanship
Ships: An X-Wing, nicknamed Skye Ace
Bio:

Adrian is the clone of the cold blooded bounty hunter, Tracyn Skye. After reaching a young age on Kamino, Tracyn came for him, and took him to the Black Panther. It was here that he was trained vigourously. Tracyn assigned him multiple mandalorian teachers that were still part of his crew to train Adrian, and also gave a large collection of holo videos of himself performing some feats and such.

Adrian first went through martial arts training. Then he went through weapons training. During this training it was discovered that Adrian had a natural talent for sniping, and could handle large varieties of weapons easily. He was also great with a vibrosword. Next came space combat, which is what Adrian excelled at. Now Adrian lives aboard the Black Panther, and is the Captain, under Tracyn.





To be played in beige by me.

[Tracyn Skye]

Name: Trace Atrios
Nickname: Decoy
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 199
Build: Muscular
Hair color/length: Short blonde hair combed black, and a short beard.
Eye Color: Green
Affiliation: Criminal,
Status: Criminal, prisoner
Weapons: Blaster rifle, blaster pistol, vibrodagger, and thermal detonators(stashed away somewhere)
Bio:

At first look, he is innocuous. Looks are deceiving. Trace had been a member of the Republic Army ever since he enlisted on his 18th birthday, quickly attracting the attention of his superior officers: he was bright, a quick thinker with dexterity to be reckoned with, and despite his physical appearance had incredible stamina partly due to his strong will and drive to accomplish any task presented to him. He spent several years becoming a seasoned infantryman and technician. Seeing his potential, the military powers ushered him into the "black" world of the Republic Army, placing him in a top secret, elite of the elite commando platoon that didn't have a name and that only he, his forty comrades, his commanding officer, a select few generals, the Supreme Chancellor and the most senior and powerful members of the Republic security council knew of. But apparently... it was an illegal mercenary group, and Trace or his comrades didn't know it.

The members of this group were deceived. They had been cut off from the real world and their commanding officers told them that there was a war, and that this group would be getting behind enemy lines and slaughtering the enemy, stealing, doing whatever they could to help defeat it. This enemy that they were forced to fight...was the Republic.

For the past four years of his life he was involved in missions of all types like conducting strikes, raids, assassinations, sabotage, and kidnappings on adversaries known and unknown to Republic citizens. But all this was done for the better of the Republic and the whole galaxy, at least that's what they believed. The members of this unit were all the best of the best and very hard to kill, trained in the most advanced combat tactics. His specialty was along the lines of being a forward scout, the first to go into an area to assess the situation and neutralize any immediate threats. This is how he got his nickname, "Demon," a name that was never uttered in front of him, but he figured it out from overhearing a conversation between a comrade and a new member of the unit:

"That Trace seems like a good guy."

"Yeah, and be glad he's on our side. We don't call him Demon for nothing."

"Demon? Why?"

"When we go on a mission, and if we have to clear a building, Trace is always the first guy sent in. And usually, he's the only guy that needs to be sent in. When he gives the all clear and we enter, you'll see why he's the Demon. Everyone - EVERYONE - in that building will be dead."

Demon. He wasn't a demon. He just knew how to kill with whatever means handy or necessary before being killed himself. He wasn't invincible; he can't remember how many times he's been wounded but knows he's been dragged out of battle unconscious on several occasions because of his stupid brashness that would rear its idiotic head every now and then. He certainly had his demons, and the strain of battle felt like it was taking away years of his life. But deep down he loved his job, his comrades and the Republic and would die for all of them, knowing that his comrades would do the same.

Which is how he ended up in Corellia's holding cells, now, a scapegoat. A botched mission. The target knew they were coming. And when the commandos hit the ground, the sky lit up like a solar flare. With him naturally in front, he caused enough distraction so the rest could retreat into their transports. They were going to wait for him but he kept screaming over the comm to get out of there. They did, and a wounded, fatigued Trace was apprehended and taken into custody by... Republic authorities. It turned out their target was a senator's compound. Someone on the inside, probably a bitter, corrupt senator, REALLY wanted to wipe out the unit for good. Trace believed that the corrupt senator was their leader and he made this unit feared in the eyes of the Republic, then gave orders to the unit to attack his compound, and captured them for the reward credits, because they were wanted. But Trace would not compromise his unit;he refused to give his name during interrogations (he enjoyed ticking off the interrogators when he insisted that his real name was "Decoy") and with his profile, fingerprints, nothing showing up on any databases and no distinguishing markings on any of his equipment, his Republic captors concluded that he was a mercenary sent to murder a senator for unknown reasons. A dangerous mercenary that deserved to never see the light of day again. Trace was slowly sinking into despair but never lost hope that one day that he'd rejoin his unit.

[Tracyn Skye]

Name: Ataru Banon
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 162
Build: Slim
Hair color/length: Long red hair
Eye Color: Hazel
Affiliation: CorSec
Status: Soldier
Weapons: Blaster pistol strapped to leg
Bio: To come soon.

[Tracyn Skye]

OOC: Man I get way too bored . So bored that I thought up a massive plot about how this minor char could totally get involved with my main and other minor chars. We just gotta see if that will ever happen .

Name: Darth Malice
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Homeworld: Dantooine
Faction: Sith
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 177 lbs.
Complexion: Pale white.
Build: Somewhat muscular.
Eyes: Dark red.
Hair: He has shaved his head.

Weapons: Two bloodred lightsabers and the Force.

Ship: A starfighter named the Ravager. Built with two turrets on either far side of the ship, the right and left sides. Malice mainly uses it for transportation of himself.

Personality: Malice is very cold. He shows no emotion towards others, only anger and hate. He gets enjoyment out of killing. Watching people suffer makes him smile, and genuinely. The only one he cares for is himself. He will manipulate others, take advantage of situations, and brainwash. He has no pride, and he fears nothing, but not foolishly so. He is very smart and keen, which makes him so dangerous.

Bio: Malice was born on Dantooine to two parents that loved him. That was the problem, though. They loved him so much that the two fought over him, and hate for each other sprouted. His dad would abuse his wife right in front of their beloved son. Though they loved him, they couldn't raise him any worse. They screamed, fought, broke things, did anything. Negative energy surrounded Malice as he was growing up.

At the age of four, Malice's mother was killed by his father. Overcome with rage, he stabbed her to death, not stopping until the young boy tackled him. He almost stabbed his son, until he realized that it was Malice he was about to knife. In shock over what he had done out of anger, he left his son alone, thinking it better that he just walked out of his life now. The boy didn't know what to do. His parents were never there for him in the first place, but now he was all alone. Who would take care of him?

The answer was the Jedi. They took him in and raised him as if he was just another regular youngling. Other younglings didn't have the dreams Malice experienced, though. Every single night, dreams of terror and pain creeped into his mind. There was no escape from the horror. There was nothing he could do, and it drove him crazy. He could tell nobody, for all that would happen would be expulsion from the Order. The boy released his anger through his training, through the Force and the blades of his lightsabers. He used the Force not as a tool, but an extension of his emotions. It was an escape valve for his anger and frustration. The Masters and Knights saw this, and they attempting to cure the boy of this.

There was nothing anybody could do, though. At the age of nineteen, when Malice was a Jedi Knight, his anger led him to cut down another fellow Jedi Knight in combat. The man was clearly defeated, but he kept on with the attacks. After realizing what he did, Malice knew he had to flee. Some tried to block his escape, but he destroyed them, cutting them from his path. In his rampage, he killed two Padawans and two Knights. There was no place for him to escape to, though. The only place there was...was home. So he fled to that grim place, hijacking a ship and piloting it back to Dantooine.

Once he arrived to his home planet, Malice felt a bit better. Going home and entering that place of horrible memories, though, drove him crazy. He slept there every night, haunted by the ghost of his mother, he thought. He began to hate his father, hated him for leaving him. He hated him for killing his mother, hated him for destroying his family. Malice hated his father for throwing the both of their lives down the drain. The man would go on fits of rampage every night, every day. People that lived around him feared him, thinking him gone crazy, which was true.

One day, when Malice was twenty-five, a wandering Sith came by. He felt the emanations of the Force from within, felt the power that was Malice. Feeling confident to draw him into the Darkside of the Force and joining the Sith, he entered his household. Malice looked on him with anger, for he attempted to lure him to join the Sith. He told him about the Darkside of the Force, taught him to use it and the Force as a weapon. And indeed, the Force became the new weapon of Malice. He used to it to destroy, to kill. His first kill was the very Sith whom taught him how to wield it. After destroying him, he took his two lightsabers, both bloodred in color. Killing was a treat to Malice, satisfied his anger a bit for the time being. He has been wandering ever since, killing innocent people throughout the galaxy.