Name: Corwin

Age: 18

Height 5'9"

Place of Birth: Kelax

Distuingishable Characteristics: None

Hair Colour:Blonde

Eye Colour:Grey

Race:Human





"You wanna mess with me punk? You really want to mess with me? Ok, now you got yourself some truble...". The Music that had played in the Cantina until now suddenly stopped as a blonde man jumped up from his table and threw his glas into the face of the man sitting on the oppsite side. Then, just as if nothing had happened the Bith were playing their crazy tunes again, and Corwin stood there,breathing heavily. Everything went back to normal, no one took notice of the person lying on the floor, her face bleeding. He deserved it... He wanted to attack you... The thought of what he had done hammered in Eviscares head but then that wave of adrenaline came and washed all doubts away. It didn't matter that he had deadly injured a man a few seconds ago, it didn't matter if it was right to act like he had, what mattered was that he got out as fast as he could.



But it was too late. Once again the Bith went silent and the doors opened. Local authorities entered the cantina, appearantly called by the barkeeper. Making his way through the masses he found the backdoor,ran to the streets and jumped on the speederbike that was parked there.


NOW



A filthy cell aboard a small starship. A figure hunkered down in one of the corners, wearing the rest of what once was a white suit. His thoughts circling around the fateful evening in that cantina, almost 4 years ago. From then on his life had been a total mess. He had been on the run all the time, just not to get caught by the new republic, had worked as a pilot and later as a smuggler, and he really never got caught.

But on a routine job he would waste it all. This was why he was here now, in this cell. Hey, at least it's not a republic ship... he tried to cheer himself up, but it didn't really work. Being a prisoner of the Vast Empire wasn't really what he had wanted. They had given him the choice to either join their army, or to be executed.



As the lights flickered and went bright, the signal that it was 'morning' Corwin stood up, tried to dress himself as good as he could in his rags and approached the now open door.

His choice was made...

 
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Performance with Style

At the same time, I encourage everyone to write a bio. A bio doesn't nessicarily have to contain character history (though that is the standard), rather it is there to let other people know what to expect out of interaction with your character for purposes of writing. Are you polite? Abrasive? How tall are you? What color are you hair/eyes/teeth/skin/gunk under your fingernails? Are you young or old? Where are you from? Where do you expect to be going? All of these are fairly basic questions that can be answered by a breif writeup which we're calling a bio for the sake of giving things names.
 
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Admiral Japheth Cappadocious, Krath Templar
Naval Commander in Chief, Captain of the mSSD Atrus
Headmaster of the Dark Jedi Order Academy
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NCC/ADM Japheth Cappadocious/NHC-1/Raptor 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)(=FCO=)[BRC][LSM][MC:1][KC:OC]
HM/KT Japheth Cappadocious/DC-3/Krath Order/Elite Griffen Sect/VEDJ/VE/[SoY][EoP]

I've been asking everyone to them as well.  I assume you meant 'Corwin' and the 'Navy' rather than army?  I'll put this on the site for ya.

(You also need an ID line Corwin.)

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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/WO1 Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:B]