A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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Appearance: Cecilia had locks of curly, raven black hair fragrant with lilac and gooseberry perfume, falling in a cascade of curls on her shapely shoulders. Her face was very pale, triangular in shape with a slightly receded chin. Her eyes were cold and sparkling with a remarkable violet penetrating gaze, in anger blazing with livid, blue-gray fire. Those very eyes also concealed wisdom and imperiousness. Cecilia's nose was slightly long, mouth was pale with thin and slightly crooked, soft, sweet with lipstick, proud lips. On her long and slender neck hung a black marigold with a star made of obsidian sparkling with a multitude of tiny diamonds embedded in it. Cecilia had pronounced cheekbones, natural, slightly irregular eyebrows trimmed by hand and emphasized with charcoal, long eyelashes, and petite hands. Even in high-heeled shoes she wasn't tall, was beautiful but threatening, having incredibly thin and slender waist and slender legs. She always dressed in black and white, and at times wore stockings. Her voice was resonant and mildly derisive. She moved with a natural, unforced grace.
Force Powers: Alchaka (Knight Level) Buried Presence (Amateur Level) Force Shield (Knight Level) Shadow Vision (Knight Level) Affect Mind (Knight Level) Force Suppression (Amateur Level) Teleportation (Knight Level) Force Phantom (Amateur Level) Alter Environment (Knight Level) Telekinesis (Master Level) Force Leap (Master Level) Death Field (Amateur Level) Force Rage (Knight Level)
Weapons: Blade of Fire: Curved, Silver Lightsaber, Lava Crystal
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less."
ABOUT Cecilia Seario
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“One of the greatest mental freedoms is truly not caring what anyone else thinks of you.”
Though she wasn't expecting much of a response, she was still on guard in case of anything. And yet, she was certainly surprised by the response she got. Her soft, alluring, almost provocative waves were met with a tight, firm embrace of the dark side. She let out a small gasp in surprise as she felt the tendrils of the Force surround her. It was alluring in its own way. Slowly standing up from the jacuzzi, she stepped onto the soft, white mat that was meant to soak water, and to prevent the beautiful mosaic floor from having water spilt on it. Wrapping herself in a towel, she dried herself off and exited the bathroom, stretching herself out onto the cool linen of the bed, the cold soothing against her warm skin, still radiating heat from the hot soak. Reaching out again in the Force, she began probing the individual in question, her mind attempted to connect with... whoever this was, encouraging them to make their way to her suite. As she did, she silently keyed in a few commands to the droids, instructing them to temporarily not shoot any intruders on sight, while simultaneously wrapping herself in an ermine fur cloak, and fixing her amethyst necklace around her neck. The purple stone matched perfectly with her eyes, she stretched out on the bed, with one eye on the door, awaiting her visitor...
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less."
ABOUT Cecilia Seario
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Age
“One of the greatest mental freedoms is truly not caring what anyone else thinks of you.”
A somewhat small, needle like starship slipped through the bluish, swirling tendrils of hyperspace. Despite the ominous appearance of the ship, one could not deny that it was beautiful, especially with the light dusting of chromium that covered it, giving the ship an aura similar to that of the wormhole that wrapped itself around it. With hardly any flaws whatsoever in the surface of the metal, the angular panels of the ship would have appeared to have been cut from a single block of light grey material, but the nearly perfect lines of the Imperial Escort Cruiser were broken up by the almost completely concealed panels that tucked the hangars of the ship away safely. And much like the exterior of the ship, the interior could be defined as somewhat austere, but clean cut and highly efficient. All the rooms, that is, save for one.
Cecilia's quarters, located in a tucked away spot that still offered a magnificent view into outer space (or, in this instance, hyperspace) out one side, while still offering enough armor to shield it from danger, should the ship run into any... difficulties. A minimalistic yet plush space, the rooms made use of a futurist style, emphasizing clean lines and angles, while still offering comfort to the user of the cabin. From the lamps, cut from individual pieces of crystal, following flaw lines, to the large bed, covered in white linens and silken pillows, the room felt well appointed, while avoiding feeling heavy or forbidding. Built into the wall of one of her closets was a storage space for her armor, and the suite had the capability to deliver anything of her choosing should she require it.
And, on this particular day, she had decided, as usual, that it would be best to just relax for the time being and see how things played out. The ship had never been in one place long following the outbreak, and had only stopped very briefly at spaceports that were clear of the infection to refuel before they set off on their way again, circling the galaxy until things finally calmed down. And so, she had breakfasted in bed, well past an acceptable time of day to wake up, before staring at the stars for some time while sipping champagne. Following this, she decided to have a nice soak. And so, for the past two hours, she had been lazing in the hot water and bubbles of her jacuzzi, feeling somewhat tipsy, but still with a half-empty glass of champagne in her hand. She was feeling somewhat bored after a while, and so her mind drifted on what to do. She wanted to have some fun with someone. Reaching out with the Force, she began searching the hallways of the ship for someone to have some fun with...
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less."