Hey, I was looking for a starwars RP to join mind if I jump in as a "mystery Character" that was already on the world when the ship crashed?

if so here is my bio

Name: Tilon Gror

Age: Mid twenties

Appearance: Human, but rough dark tanned skin and short black hair. Wears black leather combat suit with armour plating and a skin tight head covering with electronic interface.

Personality: Knows things he shouldn't and is verry independant and seeming careless at times but it always works out for the best.

Flaws: Is verry untrusting and suspicious. Shoots at anthing that moves, and has the mentality of "hope for the best, expect the worst"

Weapons: High powered (illegal) ion disrupter sniper rifle with detachable barel for close range combat, two D-16 pistols, and dual vibroblades.

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"I'm a brat, I'm a lover/I'm a child, I'm a mother/I'm a sinner, I'm a saint."

Designation: CC-5052
Name: "Can'gal" (called 'Cam' as 'Can' could be mistaken as talking about food)
Origin of name: Can'gal means starfighter in Mando'a, and before Cam was a commander he was an exceptional starfighter pilot and his flight-mates gave him his nickname and it stuck.
Rank: Clone Marshall Commander
Homeworld: Kamino
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Born: 32 BBY
Height: 1.83 metres
Hair Colour: Black
Eyes Colour: Brown
Unit: 327th Star Corp
Armour:

Weapons: A pair of krayt dragon pearl-handled DC-17 hand blasters
A standard DC-15A blaster rifle
A DC-15S blaster carbine (shorter version of the DC-15A (the DC-15A would be a regular shotgun and the DC-15S is the sawed-off version))
A DC-19 'Stealth' carbine
A garrote wire wound in his right gauntlet
Two vibroknives in the plates on the backs of his hands that can be ejected with little difficulty



I'll add more once I get back from school.

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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.

(thanks. *reads first page*)


Tilon gazed through the narrow scope of his sniper rifle. He rested steadily against the snow drift, down in a pron position with the cold snow cooling his body.
"A little further above the ridge..." he whispered as he watched the two legged creature in the distance. "A little further..."

But suddenly, with a resounding "thud," a crashing sound and a shaking of the ground his evening meal darted off into the distance.

"Blast! What was that?" he wondered aloud.

Tilon rushed over the snow hills until he saw a crashed ship in the near distance. Someone else had crashed on this forbiden snow-ball of a planet!

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OOC: Hope this works. I kinda guessed on how big the ship would be. As there are multiple people, I assumed there would be at least two decks on the ship.

IC: CC-5052. That number spoke volumes about him. That number was him. But it was not all of him. Many, including the Kaminoians, thought that the clones were unthinking, just like droids. 'Wet Droids' some called them. But if the clones were unthinking, they would be equal to droids. Scratch that, less than droids. Because droids don't need sleep, they don't need to eat, and they don't need to rest. And most importantly, they don't get old.

CC-5052 was more than a number. He was a person; a living, thinking, breathing human. Admittedly, he had no life before the war, and would have no life after it, but that didn't make him less human. If anything it made him more human. He was unprejudiced, unbiased by a life before the military. Compassion wouldn't make him hesitate just the same as hate wouldn't make him do irrational things.

But most important of all, the one thing that made CC-5052 truly human, was he had a name. All clones had names, at least among their own groups. Usually it was taken from a part of their designation, so there could be thousands of clones with the same name. But CC-5052's name was unique, it was the one thing that he could truly call his. One thing that no one could take away from him. His name was Can'gal. In Mando'a it meant 'starfighter.' He was given this name, this title, from one of the Mandalorians who was sent to train them due to his exceptional piloting ability.

That was who he was, but not necessarily who he would become. For one one, not clone nor civilian nor Jedi can tell who they will be. Mayhaps they won't be at all. Perhaps they will rise above all expectations, or they will fall below the notice of the lowliest of the low.

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Can'gal, or Cam, woke from a light dose in the armoury when the klaxons aboard the ship began to blare. Quickly, he donned the on piece of equipment that he didn't currently have one, his buy'ce (helmet). He was just about to exit when the ship slammed into the snow-covered ground. Being on the lower half of the ship, which took the brunt of the impact, Cam was thrown into one of the interior bulkheads.

He regained consciousness with tiny motes of light dancing about his vision and the taste of copper in his mouth. Running his tongue along the inside of his lips, he discovered that his teeth had ripped through the soft interior lining of his lips, hence the coppery taste that now occupied his mouth. Cam shook his head, very glad that he had put on his helmet before the impact.

He checked his weapons. One of his DC-17s was missing. After a quick search, he found it under a box and replaced it in its holster. Next, he grabbed a DC-15S from the ground.

He ran into one of the Jedi he was accompanying on his way up to the bridge. "Ma'am. What happened? Were we attacked?"

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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.

{Thank you, Doctor. I was about to post when I realized that I hadn't the slightest clue how big the ship was. You just saved my brain a bunch of thinking! And I bet my post will be so bland compared to yours.}

As she looked around the interior of the ship, Keesa found her boots just where she had left them: leaning against a corridor wall. She set down the rifle to pull them on reluctantly, not at all happy with the discomfort. Getting up, the padawan saw the captain on his way to the bridge. "Captain!" She greeted him. "We crashed. We weren't attacked, though." The trianii closed her eyes, calming herself down so that she could think more clearly. Her tail kept twitching, though, betraying her apprehensive demeanor. "We're on a moon in the Toola system, I think."

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Tilon walked calmly down towards the crashed ship and it's ocupants, not showing his readyness to flipp up his rifle and open fire if things started smelling fishy.

"Greetings!" he called out froma distance. "Nice landing... you may want to think about finding your pilot a new job... if he's still alive."

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Anakin finally decided to go back to the ship. A storm was picking up and he didn't want to be stuck out in the tundra when it hit. He took out his comlink. "Cam, I'm on my way back. What's the extent of damages?"

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"I'm a brat, I'm a lover/I'm a child, I'm a mother/I'm a sinner, I'm a saint."

(I guess I will have to wait for someone to respond to my character)

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Mas rolled his eyes, layin a hand on one of his sabers. "You have a name? Or is it just mir'sheb?" He asked, using one of the Mando'a insults Cam had taught him.

((Mir-smart, sheb-backside. Do the math))

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OOC: Sorry if I'm a bit slow replying for the next week or two, but I'm getting ready for knee surgery next week and the week after will be on crutches recovering. Anyway, here's my post.

IC: Cam flicked his eyes at one of the multitude of symbols the covered the inside of his helmet's HUD (Heads Up Display), turning his external speakers of. "Toola," he muttered to himself, "most of the moons are cold or toxic. Shabla ship." He turned his external speakers back on, "I assume you're here for some armour commander?"

Before she could answer, his comlink chimed, "Cam, I'm on my way back. What's the extent of damages?"

"One moment commander," Cam switched over to the General's channel. "Not a clue General," the clone answered. "I just woke up. My head decided it should be good friends with one of the bulkheads. I'll inform you as soon as I know anything."

"Well ma'am?" he asked pointedly.

OOC: Shabla technically means 'screwed up,' but a very impolite form of the word. I'll let you take a guess as to what it really means.

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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.

Tilon chuckled and shook his head.

"You may want to get things wrapped up here, theres a storm blowing in." Tilon motioned to the clear sky, only a faint chrisp chill indicated foul weather, like a biting frost with no teath.

"My name is Tilon Gror," he extended a hand to the Jedi. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, however I've crash landed here as well. As far as I know there is no way off this planet."

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Tilon chuckled and shook his head.

"You may want to get things wrapped up here, theres a storm blowing in." Tilon motioned to the clear sky, only a faint chrisp chill indicated foul weather, like a biting frost with no teath.

"My name is Tilon Gror," he extended a hand to the Jedi. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, however I've crash landed here as well. As far as I know there is no way off this planet."

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Anakin glared at his comlink. The wind picked up, making his cloak snap in the breeze. He started for the camp again when the sudden sound of blaster fire erupted somewhere to his right. His lightsaber was out in less than a second and he stood at the ready, glancing around the empty tundra.

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"I'm a brat, I'm a lover/I'm a child, I'm a mother/I'm a sinner, I'm a saint."

Keesa nodded. "Cold, you can say that again." She glanced at a small window, noting that the wind had seemed to pick up. "Master Civen wanted me to get some trooper armor."

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Tilon glanced around at the faces, noting a more than urgent look on many of the faces.

"Just what were these people doing before they crashed anyway?" he wondered silently.

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