BreathTaker

Yeah the Force is awesome. I'm sure you could even do some elemental things like a mage. I'm fleshing out Kalin right now. Some of his equipment will be different and his vehicles are gonna be more detailed than "Medium class ship". Also, quick vote on if it's okay that he's a sentinel? Like I said earlier, he rarely uses his force powers externally. But when he does... oh boy. Basically sometimes he goes a smidge berserk and really wrecks shop, that's the main reason he's so reclusive, so that he can meditate to keep his Mandalorian rage in check. Being around Sith and Dark Side artifacts from hunting them so much has caused a little bit of the dark side to bleed through and he fights desperately to fight it. He's usually very good at it, he gets mad but he very rarely goes full rage monkey. If you guys prefer that he's just a Mando hired by the Order I'm totally okay with that too. EDIT!!!!!!!!!!!: I wrote up a whole thing for Kalin I hope you guys like it. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1smDUjm5PZiAH-iVySmIoFeHoifWBbY48lSchs9_706o

I do too. Everyone would have a member on the council regardless of our main allegiance, it'll give us the chance to try other povs and progress the story more naturally

A. Yeah the Mandalorian Kalin (not Kalen, that's my bad) B. Yeah, they lost track of you and that's why they called for me. C. Also, yeah I think everyone should have a member on the council so that we all have a say. I also think we should have a group post here or on a google doc so that I can post it in one go for cohesion's sake. We'll have Kalin standing in the center of the room before the council and they'll give him the break down. Something about how their sentinels were tracking a rouge jedi when they lost track of him on Coruscant. They need me to track him down and bring him back so that they can find out why he was there. Alternately, we could all make a council member with their traits and habits and give me free reign. It's up to the council ;P

In small but cozy cave south of what would eventually be called Winterhold slept Rogar, the Hunter. It was a fitful sleep, he couldn't remember the last time he'd closed his eyes and didn't see his family's burnt and sacrificed bodies. He shot up suddenly at the sound of sticks cracking outside. Silently he stood, grabbing his seax in one hand and his axe in the other. A lone wolf ambled in, seemingly unaware of the presence of Rogar. The wolf was old, very old. His fur hung loosely from his obviously once proud and strong frame and he walked with a limp. That was when Rogar noticed that the wolf was missing one of his back legs. The Hunter lowered his weapons slowly, that was when the wolf finally noticed him, it looked him right in the face. Blue eyes met bright yellow in an instant of understanding. The Hunter, that's what he had heard the cultists whispering about the creature who was killing their followers, knelt down and reached into his pack fishing out a large piece of venison and tossing it to the grizzled, ancient wolf. The beast limped over to it and sniffed it before grabbing it in his teeth and moving to the opposite wall of the cave. Rogar didn't even consider killing the old one for a moment, instead he gathered some sticks from the pile at the back of the cave and started a small fire using a small bit of magicka. After the wolf finished his meal he stood and examined the fire, he didn't seem scared of it like a normal wolf would be. Instead, he walked over to it and laid down near it for the warmth. Rogar sat on the other side of the fire and and pulled out his short stemmed pipe, packing it with tobacco and lighting it with his flames spell as well. About ten minutes into his pipe Rogar started to drift off. The mixture of heat and the relaxing effect of the tobacco easing his tense muscles. Suddenly, he heard a deep voice, "I hear you are being called "the Hunter" by those foolish cultists, Rogar Wolfsbane." Suddenly Rogar was wide awake and looking across the fire. Instead of the wizened old wolf sat a very tall man with strange colored skin. He was wearing a wolf's fur like Rogar's and the skull of a stag on his head like a helmet, across his lap lay a very long spear. "Hircine," The first word Rogar had spoken in days and it was the name of the real Hunter, wonderful. "That title is taken, boy, I am the Hunter!" The Daedric prince's form seemed to shimmer as though he was not wholly on the physical plane. "Forgive me lord, I did not choose the name. It was given to me." The prince chuckled and waved his hand. "I know that hunter," the lower case was obvious in his tone. "You are a great hunter, I have been watching you, the title has been earned. I am not here to punish you." Rogar breathed a short sigh of relief before remembering that Daedric princes did not appear to mortals just to compliment them, "Why are you here... lord?" again the prince chuckled, suddenly he was standing. "I have come to bestow upon you a gift. Something to make you an even BETTER hunter." Rogar groaned, he thought he knew what Hircine's "gift" was. He was, after all, the father of manbeasts. "You go by the name of Wolfsbane and wear the furs of a mighty wolf. I think it would only be fair to give you your own pelt." the Daedra titled his helmed head in a wry manner and before Rogar could deny it, Hircine rammed his spear into the Nord's chest and vanished with a laugh. "May you hunt well "Hunter", with my gifts you will have no trouble killing everyone in your path!" The next morning Rogar woke up with a start, he felt at his chest and found he did indeed have a small scar over his heart and on his pillow laid a small silver ring with a wolf's head engraved on it. The Hunter bowed his head a wept for now he could never enter Soverngard and reunite with his family.

That's a good idea Mark. Is this ok with you? I figured since you were banished the Order would be keeping tabs on you via the new Sentinels *wink wink* and they would someone capable to pull you out of a huge mess. I'm not saying I will pull you out or do exactly what the order says but I will go find you. (The *wink wink* was that it's conceivable that Kalen is a Sentinel. Nothing set in stone though, he might just be a hired hand to the order.) Also, I know in cannon Mandos can't be force sensitive but isn't it conceivable that after all these centuries they could be? It would make sense that if he was going to be a Jedi, he's be one that rarely uses his force powers outwardly or wield a lightsaber. Mistress Zar'Bos Twi'lek Jedi with a very pale blue almost white saber pike. Her skin is only a little bit darker than the blade of her pike, she is kind and understanding but very cautious.

Kalen is going to be meeting with New Council with a task to track down and recover their rogue Jedi. Who is the current head of the council?

"I mean usually pointy-ears like yerself tend to talk down their noses at everyone else. Think their better than everyone else and sound like it too," Sigurd was curious about this little elf. It was rare for one to be so... Different, and he wanted to know why.

I wish we used dice rolls because For some reason I just imagined we were all in an inn planning around a table and everyone gets up to do their thing and comes back twenty minutes later all beat up going, well that didn't work."

Haha. So a classy Jean costume? That's rare, also you should carry a die with you just to roll for encumberance.

Kaymyth, thats awesome. I would love to see that, Jean Grey as a mage. Also, Honor. Those are beautiful paintings I thought the palm tree was a picture at first.

Yeah I have. It's pretty good stuff.

Just curious if anyone on here does any crafting in real life. Blacksmithing, wood working, leather working and things of that nature, cosplayers too. Everyone is welcome to talk about what they do, future and current projects and even what the want to do. Myself, I want to start smithing as soon as I can. I have always thought that it was an awesome profession. As of now I'm waiting till my wife and I get our own house so I can get my katana blade out of storage to redress it. I am going to make a new sheath and handle for it as well as put a new tsuba and all the other furniture on it. It will be a heron mark blade when all is said an done.

Surprisingly, I'm listening to Mac Lethal and Eminem. I don't usually but it felt like a good night to listen to some rap.

Rogar Wolfsbane silently stalked the snowy night time woods in the northern reaches of the Pale. He had seen evidence of a small group of cultists about a week ago and had been tracking them since. The first night that he had caught up with them they were very cautious, guards were posted and took turns every three hours without torches. Not long enough for the watchers to get tired and complacent and without torches their night vision would be very good. A very hard target, he would have to fix that. Time would take care of most of the problems but he would have to expedite the process. It only took three days for the shifts to extend to only one switch around midnight and another four days until the small sounds that Rogar made around camp drove them to light torches out of fear. On the ninth night Rogar struck. It was an hour before shift change when the hunter dumped his wolf furs and stalked up to the camp, silently moving past the two blinded guards. He slipped pass the line of pack horses, careful not to startle them. In the main tent slept the acolyte on an actual bed, spoiled bastard. Rogar drew Vulfsfang from his its sheath, whispered an oath to his fallen family before driving the long blade through the sleeping man's throat into the padding of the bed. The acolyte's eyes shot open in surprise for a brief moment before the light in them went out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ten minutes later, four horses were roaming the woods near the now burning camp outlining the Hunter as he threw his pelts back on and melted into the night, in search of his next target. He felt as though he needed to travel to the Reach, he didn't know why but his ancestors did and he trusted their guidance.

I'm going to change some of this. Proficiency: Basic survival tools. Single hand axe, seax, short sword with a small shield, bow and spear. Very little magic, basically a minor healing spell and a fire spell. Status: Hunter turned vengeful assassin Worships: Bear/ formerly worshipped the wolf I know the animal gods are part of the dragon pantheon but since he's a hunter he still deeply respects the other animals in the pantheon besides the dragon. Appearance: Looks the same but wears leather and wolf furs instead of chain mail. He has a short bow with a hip quiver, a long seax sheathed on his lower back horizontally and a regular multipurpose axe on his belt. A little back story: Rogar is often thought to be a troll or direwolf at first contact (this is intentional). He is very stealthy due to hunting since he was a small child and can often wipe out a small camp full of Dragon cultists in the night before anyone notices. His melee combat is decent, he can use his seax and axe fairly well because he's used them as long as he's been hunting for survival. While his main weapon is the bow but in close combat he will reach for his seax before his axe. When Rogar was 20 his family including his soon to be wife were taken by the Cultists while he was out hunting to be used as a sacrifice to the World Eater. Since then he has tirelessly hunted the Cultists to avenge his family, he has yet to kill a full Dragon Priest but has killed a few acolytes and several members of the dragon worshipers. Anybody who worships the dragon is immediately branded an enemy. If anyone is curious as to what a seax is here is a link to what Rogar's looks like http://www.darkknightarmoury.com/p-37097-maldon-viking-seax.aspx

True fact, you cannot have too many Brandons. I my self am a Brandon and the last store I worked at employed no less than four of us! I also realized that with Brandons... we tend to stand together. At my work there were a couple Marks and other people who shared names and they never made a big deal about it but us... every time we saw each other it wasn't "Hey, what's up?" it was "Hey Brandon," "Hey, Brandon!" and customers would look very confused, its always been like that. In high school one of my closest friends was a Brandon and we would always stand next to each other in groups so that if someone yelled our name we could both yell "WHAT?!" and scare whoever called us.

"For the love of Talos"?

A... Space... Dragon? Is that actually a thing? Are there space dragons in star wars? Edit: while highly sceptical at first, I read through the wiki and they are actually pretty epic.

Mostly because when a target is armored they wear eneegy resistant armor that is usually plasteel like Stormtrooper armor. While that does what it's meant to do fairly well... It doesnt stop a steel core slug from punching through and tearing stuff up. Also, shock value. A laser makes the weird pew pew but when the revolver goes off, people notice. The rail gun isn't too loud and is usually fired from a pretty good distance. Also, I thought about this last night and he does have an autoblaster that he alternates with the rail gun.

For being absolutley... Yeah I'll say it... Delightful.

Name: Kalin Dor (haha Callendor) Age:32 Height: 6' Weight:240lbs (lots of muscle) Hair: Black, mid back length braided. Clean shaven face. Eyes: Blue Skin:Bronze Equipment: Traditional heavy Beskargam (full heavy gunner status) in a dark green almost black with red accents (oops wrong Deathwatch... Hehe) Six shot revolver .50 caliber slug thrower holstered horizontally on his lower back, breakdown rail sniper rifle with target finding scope slung across his back and a shortish (2.5 ft long haft) beskar axe in a loop on his right hip. The axe haft is made of the shin of a rancor. The forearm plate of his left arm is wider and thicker than the right to use as a shield against most melee attacks. (its basically a buckler thats insulated against riot batons) Alignment: Light grey ( hates the sith for what they did to his people) Ship: Mid class, agile and combat ready. Hyperspeed compatible. Same color scheme as his armor. There is an armory and training room located in the aft deck with more weapons than just his standard equipment. Personality: Kalin rarely speaks and is often gruff and to the point when he does. Spending most of his life hunting and destroying dangerous humanoids and dark side artifacts has turned him a smidge paranoid and senile but he respects the Jedi and what they stand fpr even if it's too much faith for him.

Name: Rogar Wolfsbane Race: Nord Age: 30 Proficiency: Blunt (axes, hammers and maces) shield, destruction magic and medium armor (mail) Status: Companion Birthsign: Warrior Worships: The Wolf Appearance: 6'3" Black hair, shaved on the sides with a long braid down the middle. Running wolf tattoos on either side of his head. Green eyes and scruffy black beard. He wears chain mail and leather armor, carries a steel crows beak and a wooden shield along with a seax. More to come later.

Sigurd lurched backwards, startled and thinking someone spiked his beer before realizing it was an upside down pointy-ears talking to him. He chuckled, " Yer tree eh? Well forgive me for ruining the atmosphere," he said sarcastically as he stood and bowed, taking a long draw on his pipe. "I had no idea there was a homeless elf living insida this ancient twig," he laughed again more heartily while examining the aforementioned tree. "This doesn't seem like the kinda tree a pointy-ears like herself would be livin in, not snobby enough you see." Sigurds eyes twinkled in amusement, " And ye've not got that snooty elvish accent about ye either. What's yer story elfling?" Again, he took a deep drag of his NOT stinky, dwarven pipe and blew out four perfect rings towards the green eyed girl with a troublemaker's grin.

As the Void said... the older one died but I'd love to join.)

For being an Ookla and a uh... Youngish Bard. Sorry, I've been gone a while and I probably know you but since you're on here I'm going to assume you're flippin awesome.