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I received a letter one day, told me Ma had died. She didn’t die slowly neither, letter said Jesse got tired of her screamin’ all day for a week and put a bullet in her skull.

“I deeply apologize for the news of your mother’s death. The funeral service will be in 4 days, in the church” the letter had said “You remember the church don’t you?”


I did indeed remember the church, the only building we kept clean in our dust covered, rodent infested rag town. Just thinking about that pristine white building made my hands ache, my skin remembering rough texture of a cleaning rag.


“Jim, you alright darlin’? you look troubled.” said Margaret, my wife

“I am troubled” I said, tossing the letter out the window before I rise to my feet “I’m goin’ to be gone for a while, four days at least. Take care of the ranch while I’m gone, shotgun’s under the bed”


It didn’t take long for me to saddle up my horse and pack all I needed. In the wee hours of the morn’ I took off down the trail, leaving my farm behind. The old farm had taken a few years to get off it’s feet, but it had been kind to me and my wife for the past few years. Maybe it’s luck, maybe it’s repayment for taken care of it back when I was a young kid with nowhere else to go.


“Just an idiot kid down on his luck, see no reason to not put a roof over yer’ ead if you’re willin to work for it” said the farmer back then, old man, can’t remember his name


I was as stupid as most kids were back then, but even a dumb ass kid knows that working for some old man is better than wanderin’ out and about on their lonesome. As me ma used to say, hard work produced hard rewards. Whatever the hell she was talkin’ about at the time, I felt I had at least a ghost of a clue when the old man had decided to put me in charge of the farm, ofcourse when I was old enough, and approved of my exploration of the human body and emotion with his young daughter.


Either way, he died many years ago, leaving the farm to me and his daughter, us marrying soon after that.


And for the first time in years, I’m heading back to the place I ran from to get to the farm in the first place. I ain’t one to believe in gods, but if they were gods, I’m sure they’d be laughin’.


The ride took 3 days in total, and I was mainly on my own the entire time, no bandits, no travelling merchants, and no idiots with a “miracle cure” pestering me as I rode towards the town, like a bullet towards it’s target. On the second night, I had camped out near a long dead tree, the dry branches making a bright fire.


Like the days I had travelled, that night the only company I had for miles around was my horse, the brown beauty resting on the ground next to the tree. After spending many years of my life working in a barn, returning to this road would seem like a change of pace, vergin’ on what could be described as adventurous. It wasn’t, if anythin’, I was more tempted to head right back and stay with my wife on the farm.


Instead, I crawled into my tent, stretching out across the make shift bed within. I couldn’t remember if I went to sleep willingly or if it snuck up on me, what I do remember was seeing a black coffin laid out on a table, hushed voices whispering around me as I peer inside, the pale face of my dead father peering back out at me.


The last time I had seen him, when he was alive an well, he was teaching me how to shoot a gun. Pa always liked his revolvers, wanted to spread the skill of the shot to his children before he passed on. He managed to teach me and Jesse, not so sure about James. Jesses thought it was stupid, he having no reason to use a gun. I meanwhile enjoyed pa’s guns, Pa always preferred to teach me to Jesse anyway.


Pa taught me the techniques of usin’ a revolver everyday, for 3 hours a day, or less dependin’ on the amount of work I had to do at the time. We would out behind the house and shoot at empty bottles of booze.


“A gun is not a toy Jim, it’s, in part, an extension of yerself, yer soul. How you use yer gun reflects how yer soul looks on the inside” he often said, showing me a cleanly polished and well cared for revolver, my curious eyes visible in the gun’s reflection “You ready to get to shootin’?”


“Yes I am pa!” I’d always exclaim with excitement




By the time I reached the town, the weather had taken a turn for the worst, thunder crackin’ down like the hammer of a gun, rain falling down from above. Using a cloth, I covered me belt and looked forward at the mud covered town, my hat keeping rain water out of my eyes. I stop my horse’s slow trot as I look to the sparkling white church amongst the mud and soot covered houses around it.


“Oi, Jim!” yelled a voice, piercing the throng of the heavy rainfall


I glance over, seein’ James stand in the shelter of the church.


“The funeral started a few hours ago, come on” he said, gesturing to me to walk in


Seein’ no reason to say no, I left my horse near a saloon, giving it s reprieve from dirty rain, and went over to my brother, trudging through the mud.




“You killed pa!”

“I ain’t done nuthin Jim, pa was old and clumsy, he shot himself”


The mud was deep under my shoes, sucking in on my feet. Across from me, Jesse stood with his hands by his side, an ash covered revolver in his hand.


“I saw you do it” I spat “I saw you kill im”

“You didn’t see nuthin” he said once again, his eyes narrowin’ as he raised his gun “In fact, I say you better leave before you start spoutin’ somethin’ stupid”


I stared down the barrel of his gun, my youthful bravado disappearin’, sucked down into the mud below. I took a single step back, then another, till I was slowly walkin’ out a town. Even as I kept walkin’ I could feel the barrel of his gun starin’ at me.




I walked into the church, takin’ off my water logged hat and placin’ it on a table, looking forward at the black coffin layin’ on the altar. Without lookin’ to the people sittin’ in the pews, I moved forward to the altar, my hands resting on the cloth coverin my belt. As I move to the altar, I hear someone finally stand, walking into my vision.


“So you came back” he said


Like mine, his face is slightly wrinkled, age clear in his skin as the wear on a gun’s sheen.


“Jeese” I said, my hand resting more tightly on the cloth “How did ma die?”

“She came down with some illness Jim, got it a couple of years after you left, kept talkin’ about you more and more, and the illness kept gettin’ worse and worse unt-”  

“How did ma die.” I repeat, gripping something under the cloth


Jesse stared before sighing slowly.


“How do you think she died Jim?” he asked with a heavy sigh

“The same way you’re about to.”




The ride home didn’t take as long as it took to head back, maybe I was riding a bit faster without realizing it, maybe I was ridin’ faster, maybe the trail was shorter than I thought it’d be. When I eventually got home, I went to rest with my wife, sleep in her arms, forget everythin’. The thing about forgettin’ though, is that it ain’t easy, if it were I wouldn’t’ve went back there to begin with.


It’s been a few years since then, and as I’m doin’ my work on the farm, I find it difficult to put it all behind me. Everyday I’ve been polishin’ my revolvers just like pa taught me. But, unlike a few years ago, I can’t get the sheen back in their metal. 

A gun
Something i wrote a few weeks ago
Name: Zojen "Vance" Yeager

Nicknames: Zojen or Vance

Place of Birth: Republic city

Age: 29

Gender: male

Height: 5 foot 11

Weight: he weighs 90 kg

Appearance: Zojen has lightly dark skin, as with most water tribers, but his hair is dyed a jet blond, matching his gold eyes. He generally wears the usual republic city police officer's armour, though off duty he wears water tribe style clothing

Equipment: He uses metal cables as a part of his armour, using them with a battery powered winch system and keeps water stashed within his armour as well

Bending: water

Occupation: republic city detective

Personality: Zojen is usually a rather polite and mature person, but he can often be a bit of a wise cracker when he feels he’s in a friendly situation. But, when he feels like the time isn’t right for that attitude, he often acts stoic and blunt. 

Background: Zojen's parents were immigrants heading into republic city looking for a better life for themselves, eventually working in a tea shop. Zojen was thus born in republic city, raised there was well, soon followed by his younger brother Tachalla. While he and his family lived peacefully in the city, Zojen found himself interested in picking a different career choice to tea making. For some odd reason, he wanted to be a police officer, just like those swinging about the city, or aiding the people who need it. Being a friend of a policeman themselves, his parents allowed him to join in the police academy. Thus, he joined in, and after a few years of rather intensive training, he was finally able to become a full fledged police officer. A while afterwards, due to impressing the chief with his work, he was promoted to a detective of the force. 

Strengths: Zojen's style of fighting, which is similar to ballet, allows him to move in a constant free flow when in combat, making him a difficult opponent to trap or hit 

Weaknesses: His weakness is his refusal to kill or go beyond anything but knocking out an opponent. his mercy towards those he fights can and has led to him losing in fights in the past

Another weakness of his is that it's very easy to manipulate him if you endanger the lives of people just to threaten him
Name: Mairere

Nicknames: Her friends call her "Ray" but generally she's "Master Mairere" 

Place of Birth: She was born in the western air temple

Age: 64

Gender: Female

Height: she's 6 feet

Weight: 72 kilos

Appearance: She is a fairly tall and well built woman with fairly pale skin, a sign that she stays inside most of the time. Her muscles are somewhat toned, and her eyes are a stark black, though her left eye is covered with a black leather eye patch, and the left half of her body is covered in harsh burned. In terms of complexion, she looks to be in her 40s, she claiming it to be because of her link to the spirit realm. Her hair is a light grey, kept long enough to go down to the middle of her back. Lacing across her body are 5 blue tattoos, her proof of mastery over the element of air. Typically she wears the traditional air bending robes. If the time comes for it, she would wear a gi in the air nomad colors. When off doing less air nomadic work, she wears a brown jacket, green trousers, white shirt and black boots as default. She always wears her white lotus necklace.

Equipment: She does use fans, as well as the typical air bending staff/glider

Bending: air, sub bending "air compression and expansion"

Air compression and expansion is a form of bending created by Mairere. This bending allows one to compress the air around an area, forcing it into a single point. This could be used to reduce the amount of air within an area. Though, it's very difficult, and is physically taxing to do. Air expansion is when you expand the air compressed to rapidly fill an area, often causing an explosion, or large sudden bounds of force against an enemy. 

Occupation:  is a member of the white lotus and also an information gatherer, is willing to teach if need be

Personality: To most people, Mairere is a kind and wise old woman who would offer you tea and spend many hours teaching the spiritual side to air bending, and the more practical side to those who are curious. Those who know her better realize that she is a highly calculating and (At times) cold woman, capable of killing someone without a single thought (and going beyond that to achieve what needs to be done). When she's in a relaxed state, she is rather casual, friendly too depending how she's treated.

Background: Mairere was born 60 years ago in the western air temple, her parents being fellow nomads who went about their business, roaming the world and visiting the spirtual world every now and then, oblivious to the state of the world and enjoying their peaceful existence. When Mairere was born, she found herself, unlike her parents, unable to bend for quite some time, developing significantly later than her parents. Thus, as a young woman, rather than frolicking in the spirit realm, she instead focused on the world around her, refusing to ignore the squalor some were forced to live in and the way how those in power typically used it to over power those weaker than them. Thus, she abandoned the air nomads who were her parents while they were dreaming of the spirit realm, and went on to join a rag tag group of vigilantes within republic city, aiming to cause as much trouble to gangs, ruffians, and those they believed "deserved it"

This rebellious act of self imposed justice continued on for many years, until Mairere and her gang ran across a group of people one night after a successful raid on a rich woman's house. The group had a similair goal to Mairere's though their way of reaching it was, as one of their members described it, a "level above yours". Curious, Mairere persuaded the members of her gang to join the group and aid them in their plan. What they were planning on doing, supposedly, was to make the lower citizens riot against the system of the city, tearing the walls down and leading to equality through out the entire city. Ofcourse, the naive teen decided to do all they wanted, mainly consisting of causing a fire in a building near city hall. Ready and eager to make a difference. However, in her hurry to try and cause a ruckus, she never though to wonder exactly which building she was setting on fire. She thought it nothing important, like a libary, or a place for powerful people to stuff their jewelry.

It wasn't. It was an orphanage.

While the rest of her gang ran off, not willing to run into the flames to try and save the children inside, Mairere rushed in on her own attempting to save as many children as she could. Being a non-bender still, she had no way to put out the flames, she could only cart out children and care takers a like, too young and too old to defend themselves from fire. Despite her best efforts, she was only one young girl, she could only move 7 or so children and 3 care takers before the fire's blaze intensified, becoming too dangerous for any wise person to go in. Unfortunately for the young woman, she was very unwise, and she rushed right in none the less, heading up to try and save the children above. Fighting through the blaze, she tried to reach the victims of her crime. But the blaze's fury erupted, the ceiling above her caving in, pouring flame down onto her and trapping her down in the orphanage, stuck with half her body on fire.

Mairere would've died that day. Was it luck that saved her, or something more divine? Not many people know, not even Mairere. All she did know, was that when she yelled out, a blast of air erupted from her, dousing the flames through out the building. Before she could compliment her on a job well down, she collapsed from the pain, succumbing to her wounds. When she awoke she noticed several things. Firstly, it felt like half her body was on fire, second, half her vision was gone, third, two women were standing over her, one she recognized. Her mother. Much yelling and screaming occurred between Mairere and her worried mom, it only being stopped by the pain from Mairere's burns making her yell out again. Forced to stay outside so as to not aggravate the young one's wounds, the other woman decided to explain why she was there. She told Mairere she was an officer of the republic city police and that Mairere's gang had aided agents from an organization called the red lotus. While they were stopped, they had taken out quite a few people with them, possibly out of spite. 

She gave her a choice however, she could pay for her crimes, or she could seek redemption by helping them find the rest of the red lotus agents in the city, in case they planned on killing anyone else or setting more buildings on fire. Not seeing any other choice, Mairere agreed to her terms, she'd return to her gang, and focus on finding out more about the red lotus. Upon hearing this, her mother freaked out even more, asking Mairere why she wanted to throw her life away, why she wasn't content just living like an air nomad like her parents. She replied by stating that while they were happy prancing about, she would rather try and make a difference. Seeing no other way to try and keep her safe, she offered to teach her how to bend air better, so she would stand more of a chance. Mairere declined at first, wanting to learn on her own, but eventually she gave in, spending a few months during her recovery to learn the basics of air bending, though she felt she hadn't needed it before. Once she was healed, she went back into the depths of republic city to find the red lotus.

It took her over 5 years, and she had grown quite a bit over the time, forming a network of gangs to help her find what she needed through the city, using her street smarts and quick cunning to her advantage. By the time she reached the age of 22, as far as she could tell, the city's underground had been liberated of any red lotus members, their plans to "liberate" the city had failed. For now at least. Exhausted from her work, she decided to put republic city behind her, though she made sure to keep some of her contacts, just in case. Heading with her parents, she went to the western air temple, deciding to slow down after spending so much time in the hustle and bustle of the city. While she still refused to go frolicking about the spirit realm like her parents, she decided to focus on her air bending, thinking she may need it again. Using pro-bending and street fighter- style bending was all well and good, but learning a bit of the traditional may be useful. 

4 years later, one of her contacts from republic city. Supposedly, someone had gone to the city and asked for her by name, saying they were from the white lotus. Not in the mood to head back to republic city just yet, she sent off a letter on one of her sparrowravens to see what this white lotus person wanted. What she expected was a letter back, instead an old man came instead, delivering the letter personally. The old man named himself as Broxton, and he was a member of an organization which was dedicated to sharing knowledge, finding and nurturing the avatar, and more or less protecting those who needed protection, like a global army of good, so to speak. Impressed with her work in republic city, Broxton wanted her to join their ranks, do some good for the world. At first Mairere wasn't interested, unsure if she wanted to do much more adventuring after her time in republic city, but eventually she agreed to do so, on condition that she be allowed to train while doing so. Seeing this as a completely normal request, he even offered to let someone teach her. 

Seeing no reason not to, she went along, ended up meeting a woman named Rika, who would become her air bending teacher as she went into the white lotus. Acting as more of an information gatherer and soldier when need be, she went through multiple years of training while working within Lotus. As she did, she created a new technique in air bending, forming a technique that creates effects similar to that of the legendary sparky sparky boom man. As the years went by, her list of contacts grew longer, her years of experience increased, and for a while. Then the avatar disappeared...the pace of things increased from there.

Strengths: She's not above fighting dirty and pragmatically when push comes to shove, and is also smart enough to think of both direct and indirect ways to come on top in a confrontation 

Weaknesses: Half of her body is covered in burns and she can't see from her left eye. Because of this, her left eye is a visual blind spot, and she is more susceptible to pain on that side of her body
Name: Elias Bible Straw

Nickname/Alias: Storyteller

Race/Species: I’m an enhanced clone of a human being

Current Age: How old he looks is unknown, however, he has been around since 18 BBY

Gender: male

Height: Without his suit he’s about 6 foot, with his suit he’s 6 foot 6

Weight: without his suit he’s 83 kilos, with it he’s 120 kilos

Appearance: He has greying hair aswell as a medium sized grey bears, though his eyes are a sharp blue in contrast. In terms of physique, his muscle mass is still there but he's still rather wrinkled, and the muscles seem flabby, useless.

Clothing: Other than his armour suit he doesn’t wear anything else  

Force Specialty: N/A

Lightsaber Forms: N/A

Equipment: He wears a much more advanced, and somewhat jury rigged, version of the phase II Clone trooper armour that boosts his strength signifcantly and provides protection. The differences are, rather than white, the suit is a weathered grey. His black undersuit acts as a muscle suit, allowing him to move freely with little effort unlike his usual movements without them. The armour plating over it is rather bulky and made of an incredibly durable material, ultra chrome. Under the chest plate of the armour is a life support system, with two small back up batteries to keep it working, one working if the other stops and vice versa.

His gauntlets both have strong knuckle plating, packing one hell of a punch in hand to hand combat. On his back he wears a metal backpack, containing two batteries to power his suit and personal shield. It also contains various cartridges of ammo for his different weapons, and different items he’d need to survive in different areas.

His helmet’s visor can switch between night vision, thermal vision, as well as a HUD to show how much ammo and power he has. It contains a filtration system, and as well as a rebeather system, allowing him to breath with little difficulty, and a filtration system to allow him to breath while in polluted areas. His hemet also has the means to communicate with people via radio

He often has 5 bacta tanks, two data pads, and a splicing tool.

Lightsaber(s): N/A

Other Weapons: Under the left knuckle plating is a vibroblade, and the right knuckle plating is a blade made of cortosis.

He has a DC – 17 blaster rifle, but he had created and added on a flame thrower to it’s under barrel. He also uses a DH-17 blaster pistol, he had modified it so it fired three shots with one pull of the trigger.

He keeps about 5 thermal detonators in his back pack, as well as 3 detpacks.

Occupation: Bodyguard and storyteller

Biography: As the clone wars neared it’s end, those at kimono decided to turn their energy away from making more clones, more to modifying them. At the time, clones were able to be mass produced, took little time and little resource to make them into the fine army the republic needed to defeat their enemies, though they had very short life spans, and if it came to a point where in the future where they no longer had the resources to make clones, and they needed the clones, then they would have a real problem.

The one clone they had made capable of living longer than a measly 25 to 50 years was long since gone, having become the legendary Boba fett. So, they needed to make a new long living clone from scratch, and then try to use him as a template for many other long living clones. Thus, multiple months later, having gotten the DNA from a volunteer, (who, coincidently, was also a story teller), they began their work. Despite being an expert in cloning, attempting to somehow lengthen the life span of an artificial being was like trying to hit a fly with a blaster pistol while blindfolded, very difficult indeed, it’d take some heavy luck to pull it off.

Unfortunately, they never got to see the fruit of their labour, the infamous order 66 was issued. Every Jedi commanding clones were killed off, the droids were destroyed, and to make sure the rebels didn’t get the smart idea of cloning their own army, all known cloning facilities were purged, including the one on Kamino.

Having thought their mission a success, the obedient clone troops went off to help transform the republic into the galactic sith empire. Only problem is, they weren’t exactly thorough with their job. The clone the experts had been making was merely half done by all accounts, they weren’t sure just how long a life they had sentenced the poor clone to live.

Thus, amidst the runes and corpses of kamino, a baby lay, helpless, defenseless, and seemingly with no future.

Even so, it’s rather curious how destiny decides to work, isn’t it? A couple of days passed, and a curious scavenger made their way into the facility, wondering what tech they could pilfer from the corpses of machines, and what riches she could pilfer from actual corpses. Instead of tech and money as she had thought, what she ended up finding was a sniffing baby, sick from being free to the elements for so long.

It’s still unclear why the scavenger had decided to take the clone with her off the planet, maybe it’s because the clone was rather cute as a baby, maybe the scavenger had a weakness for children. Either way, the young scanvenger found herself adopting a young baby boy.

Naming him Elias Bible Straw, the scavenger left Kamino to head back to wandering the galaxy

Ten years of relative peace came and went, in the background the empire firmly grasped the universe and took over one planet after the other, this didn’t truly affect the scavenger and her son though, she just went by like she usually did. As they went along, Elias found himself seeking different holocrons to see the stories of yore and old. He learnt of Jedi, sith, galactic armies and many other things, one could say he was addicted to new knowledge and stories.

The scavenger left the young boy to obsess with his stories, while she was dealing with needing to get enough money to get the two by. Eventually, the two settled down at alderan, the scavenger selling her ship off to buy themselves a home they could live in peacefully, the two having two different jobs to sustain their life style. While the scavenger stayed faithful to her job, the young Elias found himself getting fired over and over, typically due to him spending so much time reading about different clone troopers and heroes.

Eventually, Elias decided it was time to up and move, stable jobs weren’t good enough for him, he would go off and try to get, and possibly spread, as many stories as he could. Kissing his adoptive mother goodbye, he took a ship off planet, heading off to Coruscant so he could get a job spreading stories, maybe learn how to finally use a gun.

2 years later, he heard a story that broke his heart. His mother, along with his former home, had been destroyed by the empire, simply to make a damn point, to prove to the galaxy that they should be taken seriously. Thus, he put his plans of working in libraries and sharing stories on hold, and made his way off to fight in the rebellion.

Despite having not been trained to use weaponry, or how to be a soldier, he found training to be a rebel soldier surprisingly…fulfilling, as if he was made to do it. Granted, he was a clone, he figured he had been made to fight before, but he never thought trying it would feel so uplifting. A year or so of harsh training later, Elias became a full fledged rebel soldier, having been assigned as a combat engineer due to his knack for fixing and even modify different vehicles and weapons.

For years and years he fought on the front lines, earning many different war stories aswell, soon the empire crumbled, and Elias spent many years in the 40s of ABY hunting down the last war criminals of the empire. By the time he was done fighting, the rebels had one, the empire was no more. With that, Elias disappeared all together, claiming to his friends he would share his stories to those who’d hear it, possibly learn a few as well until the day he died.

260 years later, Elias was still living, much to his surprise, and though he was an old man he still had his skills, his wits, and a very very large amount of stories. Figuring he was nearing his end as it got harder and harder for his body to cope on it’s own, he decided to donate all the stories he had written down to libraries across the galaxy, before taking on his new armour and going off to find his last story. From what he had seen, the Jedi and sith have been fighting with each other again, maybe he will get his story there?

Only time will tell.

Personality: Elias is a very talkative person at times, but he’s friendly, kind and willing to help others even if it’s inconvenient for him. He’s very patient, but rarely professional as a body guard, nor as a soldier.

Strengths: Elias is a very experienced soldier with a number of kills under his belt, his intuition gained from tonnes of past experiences allows him to deal with different situations.

He’s also a rather talented engineer, able to repair most mechanical things, possibly able to dismantle them too

Weaknesses: He’s still an old man. Without his suit, he would be absolutely useless when it comes to a fight

Ships: He uses an advanced and modified combat utility vehicle. The ship is the same as it is usually, with two laser and ion cannons. He modified it by adding a powerful shield to it, communication capabilities, a medical droid, as well as areas in the ship in which he could modify his weapons and armour. He got the ship originally as a reward for telling stories about clone fights from the son of a very rich ship collector
Name: Pax Maroon Mashiba  

Nickname/Alias: Deathstrike, or Shadow

Race/Species: She is a member of the zabrak race

Current Age: 29

Gender: Female

Height: 5 feet 6 inches

Weight: she weighs about 60 kg

Appearance: She has mainly brown skin with black lines arching from down her face and across her jawline, she also has sharp red eyes that contrast against this. She has about 8 horns protruding from her head, two on the front which are notable sharper than the rest. Her facial features are somewhat soft, but the multiple ghosts of bruises across her cheeks and forehead have left faint remissions within the skin, making those areas rougher to touch. In addition, she has a large burn that runs across the left side of her face and goes down to her collar. In addition to the burns she has whip scars across her back and legs, as well as a white tattoo across her right thigh, a reminder of her past owner.

Clothing: Her default outfit when off duty is to wear a black hijab style hood, her horns peaking out through holes made in the cloth, as well as a black leather sleeveless vest and a long sleeved grey undershirt which is made of wool. She sometimes wears a black skirt that goes to her knees, and grey leather boots ontop of that, when she’s not wearing a skirt she wears black leather trousers.

When she’s on duty, she wears a blank black helmet with a shock trooper style visor and simple yet black slim armour plating across her forearms, torso and shins. The armour is thin, but durable, with multiple scratches and cuts notable along the surfaces. The gloves are fingerless to allow ease of access, but they’re also padded to quiet movement. The boots are made in away to allow independent tow movement (in other words ninja shoes), and are also cushioned to soften the noise. She wears a black belt with holsters for the weapon, and a magnetic part of her back that allows her to clip rifles to it when need be. Finally she wears a scarf made of similar texture to the camouflage poncho

It should also be noticed that the clothing for her in mission gear is made of shadowsilk.

Force Specialty: N/A

Lightsaber Forms: N/A

Equipment: She has a rifle styled grappling gun, a temporary personal invisibility cloak that lasts for 5 minutes (2 posts) and has a 20 minute recharge (4 posts), and a mark IV recon droid, custom built with a cloaking device. She also has a comm piece that can stealthily listen in on other over air conversations, and she has a splicing tool and datapack  

Lightsaber(s): N/A

Other Weapons: She uses a Magna Caster 100, a silent yet deadly long ranged version of the bow caster (she had painted it black), if not the bow then she uses a collapsible E-11 sniper rifle.

She also has both a Prax Arms protector PRP Hold–out shooter and a prax arms protector stealth -2vx palm shooter style dart guns, the darts containing drugs that poison or knock out victims.

She keeps 3 v-1 thermal detonators, and 4 time activated or motion sensor detpacks  

For close range encounters, she keeps Czerka vibroknuckles and a Merr-Sonn Z2 Stun baton

Occupation: Mercenary, bounty hunter, assassin, smuggler

Biography: Pax Maroon was born under unfortunate circumstances. Both of her parents were the slaves of a powerful hutt, who had rose through the slums of Reeche on the terraformed asteroid Hanoon. The Hutt, naming himself Babidi (whether or not such a strange name was actually his is unknown) had multiple slaves obeying his every whim, he allowed them to have children and stay under his “protection” as long as they lived to serve him, which many did.

Thus, when Pax was born, she was thrust into a life of servitude. Unfortunately for her, due to her attractive features, she was made to do things significantly beneath the pride of her race, dancing to entertain the hutt and his equally disgusting guests, feed the fat bastard still living creatures, and “entertain” others through other means. Every time she tried to resist, the hutt’s men would make her kneel before him, with no clothes for dignity or privacy for secrecy, and he would beat her with his terrible whip over and over until her back was bloody.

Despite the whip, she continually resisted whenever she had the chance, feeling that the whip was no longer good enough for her, Babidi decided to punish her by trying to starve her into submission. This went on for weeks on end, and while her pride acted as her armour from more whips and her determination was enough to feed her…she was beginning to need real food.

And thus, at the age of 14, that’s when she began to learn to steal. At first she was tentative, taking small things the gaurds wouldn’t notice, a pinch of bread, small creatures, anything that would feed her but fit in her palm. But soon, this became harder and harder to survive on as, due to her lack of surrender, Babidi starved her even more. A month later, she decided to bet all or nothing, and go steal more.

At the time, Babidi was having a guest over, from what she heard the geust was an influential man of sorts, who and how? She wasn’t sure. But she knew he was staying over for a week, so she only had a limited window. When she tried to persuade other slaves to escape, unlike her, they didn’t risk it, not even her parents. Feeling betrayed and angered, she focused herself, and decided to sneak onto his ship and escape on her own.

One night, as it was dark, she used one of her horns to pick the lock of her cell, and snuck past Babidi’s gaurds, before reaching the ship after what seemed like a tense amount of hours. It was frightening, it scared her, but she did it, she finally did it! She could escape, she could fly off…but she’d leave her family, friends, everyone she has ever known.

No matter how much she tried to persuade herself, she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t abandon everyone. Thus, she was about to sneak out, until she ended up bumping right into someone. Babidi’s geust. She was about to fight him, but he promptly took her out with one swell move, without touching her he lifted her into the air, her air ways closing off as he stared at her silently.

When it seemed like he was about to kill her, he let her go, telling her he was there to kill babidi and was going to use her if she was of use. Feeling she had no choice, or at least it seemed like she did not, she decided to help him on one condition, he let her kill him. He agreed to do so.

Thus, the next day, when she was back in her cell, she was called up to the guest by Bibidi, wanting to be used as “entertainment”. Somewhat nervous, unsure as to whether the man had been lying and planned to use her as a toy, or was going to agree to his deal, she went up to meet him. Turns out it was worse than she thought, Bibidi planned to hand her to him as a gift, a “token of good will”, and with that the two were sent out. By now she had given up hope, she was escaping one life of slavery into another, her dreams of freedom were over.

This fear disappeared as the man held her hand and something smooth slid into the palm of her hand, the man closing her hand around it and whispering “point it at him and squeeze”. As the two went to the exit, she pointed her hand right at him, yelled out something rather vulgar, and squeezed. She wasn’t sure what’d happen, was it a gun? Was it a trick?

She had no idea, but all she knew was she felt something slide between her fingers, Bibidi’s eyes widened. And then he exploded in a downfall of blood and guts. In a flash the man moved around, red light shining from his hand as he zipped and danced around the gaurds. Moment’s later, the room was filled with corpses of blood, the man’s red lightsabre singing somewhat with the blood evaporating from it’s surface.

With that, he left her to her own devices, leaving her and the rest of the slaves to their freedom.

That was over 8 years before. At the age of 24, she had moved on from her slavery, and was now fighting as a pit fighter in the underground of tatooine. It had taken her a while to get there, but she had done so, winning her fights in multiple fighting pits on multiple planets. Known as the Shadow, she snuck around her enemies, attacking from behind, above, the darkness. She had started her training of stealth ever since she had snuck about in the under belly of Babidi’s home. Now she was an expert in it.

Just after another victory, she received a message from a fan, wanting to speak to her privately and pay her for her time. Seeing no reason not to, she went along to meet the fan. Imagine her surprise when she saw the same man who had saved her from her slavery. Introducing himself as Draken, he explained to her that he wanted her talent to assassinate someone, and was willing to pay a significant amount of money for her to do so. No way was she going to turn that idea down.

Thus, she moved from pit fighter to assassin and mercenary, working for anyone willing to pay enough for her. Working for that long gave her tons of experience in this, and enough money and opportunities to spread her reputation.

And thus, that was how Pax moved from defiant slave to successful mercenary, and she continues her mercenary work to this day

Personality: Pax is a sarcastic and blunt woman when speaking to people she didn’t trust, and she rarely trusts anyone at all, but when you get past her cold exterior her inside…is just as blunt and sarcastic, she’s just less insulting and cold towards people.

Strengths: Due to spending a majority of her life as a slave who was whipped, she has a very high tolerance to physical pain. She also specializes in stealth and stealth kills, sneaking up on opponents and taking them out silently.

Weaknesses: When it comes to direct confrontation, she’s at a disadvantage due to her smaller size and physique. It’s not difficult to over power her and toss her about the place, hence why she tries to surprise her opponents. She also ends up physically panicking whenever she sees a whip, or any form of a whip.

Ships: She uses a Z-10 seeker ship, on one of her assassination missions, her cover was blown and she was forced to make an escape, with no other option, she snuck upon the nearest ship and flew off, this ship being the seeker, or the “Courier” as she named it afterward.

The ship uses a fabritech sensor cluster and two blastech industries laser cannon. She fitted the ship with a medical bay so she could get patched up when she needs it.
[ ] You know how to make a pot of coffee. 
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar. 
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car. 
[x] You've done your own laundry. (yeps)
[ ] You can vote in an election. 
[x] You can cook for yourself. 
[/] You think politics are interesting. (sometimes lol )
Total: 2.5 

[ ] You show up for school late a lot. 
[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[ ] You've never gotten a detention. 
[X] You have forgotten your own birthday. (yeaaaaah it was awkward when i forgot it was my birthday when i was 13 until 1pm)
[x] You like to take walks by yourself.
[X] You know what credibility means without looking it up.
[X] You drink caffeine at least once a week. (caffiene's in soda no?)

Total: 5

[x] You know how to do the dishes 
[x] You can count to 10 in another language. 
[/] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it. (sometiiimes)
[ ] You can mow the lawn.
[ ] You study even when you don't have to. (when i don't need to? hells no)
[ ]You have hand washed a car before.

Total: 2.5

[x] You can spell experience without looking it up. 
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name. 
[x] Your favorite kind of food is take-out. (chinese fother mucker)
[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need. (Pretty much lol)
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said. (nnnnope)
[x] You can type pretty quickly. (Yyyyyyyep)

Total: 4

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment. 
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party. 
[x] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job. (mhm)
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[x] You have been to the beach. (ayeup)
[x] You use the internet every day. 
[ ] You have been outside 3 or more times a day. (nnnnope)
[x] You make your bed in the morning. (usually yes)

Total: 4

Total age: well well, i'm 18. Funny since i'm going to be 18 in 4 days XD



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United Kingdom
Yo, hows it hangin? The name's Zoje, but online im known as Zojen (or Zojen the trojan). I've been on DA for quite some time now and i love it :D. i joined so that i could share some stories and make a few friends. I'm an ameture writer, usually writing stories, but occasionally writing some (very bad) poetry. Due to me having a mild case of dyspraxia, i can't control fine movements with my hands, meaning i can't draw at all :(. Ah well, not like it matters that much anyway. While I may be a writer, i also can do some voice acting (i can do a very good impression of the demoman in tf2 and Mario), and i can do some acting aswell (so far, in my school plays i've been the lead character twice and i got put in some play in london).

Current Residence: London, england
Favourite genre of music: hip hop and rap
MP3 player of choice: there are diffferent types!?
Favourite cartoon character: um, chowder
Personal Quote: Courage is the magic that turns a dream into reality

A = French kisser
B = Good kisser
C = Will kick your a$$
D = Very very easy for people to like
E = Crazy as heck
F = Loves it hard
G = Can kick your a$$
H = Freaking hot
I = Everyone's best friend
J = Hot
K = Crazy
L = Beautiful eyes
M = Very good kisser
N = Cool person
O = Different
P = The best at all sports
Q = An animal lover
R = Beautiful/handsome
S = Darn sexy
T = Easy to fall in love with
U = Will make you laugh till your sides burst
V = Most amazing kisser EVER!
W = Makes people laugh
X = Never lets people tell them what to do
Y = Can be funny and dumb at the same time
Z = Loved by everyone

Z = loved by everyone
O = different
J = hot
E = crazy as heck

Never have i seen a more accurate description of me :D

Sonic fancharacters:

Zojen the hedgehog
Tachalla the bat
Anti the hedgehog
Broxton the human
Baws the turtle

DBZ fancharacters:

Orian Mark 7 the android

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Achieved for: Defeating Vanguard Scourge ad saving earth and mobius

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Achieved for: Owning Solaris in a rematch as Hyper Silver

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Achieved for: Truly defeat Solaris as Hyper Silver and Super Blaze

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achieved for: Being defeated by Jeff Robotnik, you're childhood friend, as Blaze and Silver

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Achieved for: Conquering the past and defeating both Jeff and Elias once and for all as Dark Silver

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Achieved for: Surviving the zombie hoard as Silver and Blaze

:thumb386675569::thumb386685967:<-- Zojen then hedgehog, my first and main sonic fan character

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Poohthehedgehog24 Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Been a while..
PichuloveSega Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2015
Happy birthday😄😄
Zojen Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thanks a lot : D
Rainz01 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2015  Student Writer
Happy birfday! :D
Zojen Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
why thank you kind sir XD
Tiathefox123 Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014
why wont you respond to me??? :<
Zojen Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Tiathefox123 Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014
I sent you a note 5 times and you never responded and it was before the holidays D: >
Zojen Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
oh sorry ;w;
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JadeOfMaar Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconshibeplz: Hi there~
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