Zier strode into the council and took his seat. He was glad for this chance to work with his kin on behalf of the Jedi council.

Zier leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs out in front of him, waiting for the official start.

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Yeah, you may want to reconsider that post, Jax. There has ever been a edi of Elven descent since Revan's time. They're all Auregul, who are under the control of King Turwaithion))

Turwaithion nodded at Zier, then leaned forward to address Commander Nestaron. "What think you of the situation, Cano Nestaron? Do you have any insight on the instigators?"

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Forum Name: The~Doctor
Name: Novall 'Jaro' Talon
Age: 34
Race: Human // Mandalorian
Height: 6' 4"
Family: Selene Talon (wife), Mary Talon (daughter)
Physical Description: Novall is tall for his race, and has an athletic build, though he is still muscular. A myriad of scars cover his body and he has a tribal tattoo that starts between his shoulder blades and goes down each arm, ending with a single tendril at his wrists.

Weapons: Two custom Mandalorian Blaster Pistols (with select-fire modes)


A custom Mandalorian Assault Rifle

((Both are made by a private Mandalorian arms manufacturer)

Two knives (one on his belt, the other strapped to his boot)


A pair of shuk'orok (Mandalorian crushgauntlets)
Equipment:
Magnetic Tracking Device (2): Carried on belt, tracks fleeing ships
Holoprojector (1): Built into his left forearm plate; displays incoming holomessages
Small Medpack (1): For treating light wounds
Grappling Hook: Built into his right forearm plate
Helmet: Comlink (1, lightly encrypted)
: Night Filter
: Infrared Filter
: Electromagnetic Spectrum Filter
: Motion Sensing Filter (Goes over vision and allows movement to be detected)
: Zoom (up to x20)
: Rangefinder (intigrated) (can track up to 20 targets)
: 360 degree field of vision
: Battle computer (allows control of suit weapons and sensors through voice commands or eye movements/blinking
: Security Spike Interface: Carried on belt, helps in overcoming security obstacles
: Terminal Slicer: Carried on belt, helps in accessing restricted computer systems.
: Mandalorian Power Shield: Rechargeable energy shield worn on left forearm inside armor, deflects limited energy and physical damage
Personality: He is a fierce combatant, and has earned the respect of most Mandalorians. He is loyal to the Mandalorian cause and ideals, almost to a fault. His family, Selene and Mary, always come first when he is able to chose. He is known by many within the Mandalorian culture, and feared by most.

In battle, a slightly darker side of his personality is revealed. He is, in a sense, blood thirsty, as he never leaves his opponents able to challenge him again (or even alive); and is always looking for a good battle, and ways to improve his status, and the status of his family. At home he is a loving husband and father. As a Mandalorian Lord he demands respect from most everyone and everyone below him.

He is a great leader and skilled combatant in both ranged and melee combat, but he excells at melee combat, which is demonstrated by his mastering of all 3 Tiers of Echani Arts, and teras kasi.
Homeworld: Dxun
History: N/A at the moment
Armour: (also custom, made from beskar)


Sorry for never posting, but life went to ____ again for a while.

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Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Yes, but they are not Jedi. They are Aregul, who have a less restrictive code, and focus more on helping the Elven race.

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(Ah, sorry. Ok gotcha)

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Can I still join?

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((Of course! Just make a charrie and post!))

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((Thanks, I'll put it up tonight.))

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((Forum Name: Syneva
Name: Syneva
Age: 11,000 (Around that number)
Race: Noldorin Elf
Family: None
Physical Description: Her eyes are an unsettling clear, almost white, blue. Her skin is very pale. She is extremely graceful, and her appearance is welcoming, though her eyes are very deep as if she knows countless secrets and has seen many deaths. Her hair is black, long, and straight. It is a stark contrast to her skin and eyes.
Image: http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/6376/elvenmx4.png
Garb: She wears deep green, almost black, garmets.
Weapons: An elven bow (beautifully carved) and a light blue lightsaber
Personality: Syneva is dark, despite her appearance. She seldom laughs, but when she graces someone with a smile it is a rare gift. She carries few weapons, but she is extremely skilled with those few.
Homeland: Doriath
History: Syneva has an unknown past. Usually the most people know about her is her name and her standing with Turwathion.

Is it okay if my charrie has know yours for a long time and know each other really well? If not, I can edit.))

Syneva sat in a corner in a room, leaning back in her chair. She silently examined every face in the room, but her gaze lingered on Turwathion. He held so much weight on his shoulders. Her gaze shifted to Silwen, his wife. She was a smart woman, there was a reason why she was the Intelligence Head. Syneva regreted not knowing her better.

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((Sounds good. She could have served with him as a Marchwarden))

Turwaithion acknowedged Syneva with a glance, as he waited for Commander Nestaron's response. Silwen raised a hand to the Elven woman. Her eyes told of her current calculating thoughts.

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Alya and Almarean both gave silent sighs of relief as Turwaithion spoke. 'Took Long enough...' Alya thought, 'All I want to do is resolve our case with the Mandalorians and get this all over with...' Alya's gaze turned hard as she pondered the question, "I don't know what to think about on terms on the situation My Lord. I have no ideas."

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Syneva smiled slightly at Silwen, after returning Turwathion's gaze. She bowed her head then, and was lost to her own thoughts. Her dark past came back to her in a flash. Death, love, betrayal... Her black straight hair fell across her eyes, screening them from view.

((Turwathion, during their relationship Syneva sometimes disappeared without warning for months at a time. She never said anything about what she had been doing.))

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((Sounds...interesting. Oh, and, sell nin? Turwaihtion was addressing the question to Alya))

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Novall walked into the meeting room, helmet clipped to his belt, body absent of all weapons. Except for his crushgauntlets, which the elven guards who searched him were unaware of. Flanking him to his left was his wife, Selene.

She was a much better diplomat than Novall, he lost his temper too easily. Selene was slightly shorter than her husband, maybe six two. Her armour was identical to her husband's, except a deep blue replaced the red. She wore no helmet & her black hair fell to her shoulders.

To Novall's right was the oldest and most experienced of the Mandalorian Lords. Of course, saying that you were the oldest Mandalorian Lord was about the same as saying that you are the best fighter in a group of Special Forces, there really isn't a best. Just as there isn't really an oldest Mandalorian Lord,as they still fight and usually die before getting too old.

Novall sat at the table, resting his elbows on it, ?Well then... Shall we get started??

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(*blinks* Sorreh, *fixes post*)