Writing Characters

I have noticed several posts in the run-on where the author describes another character in his post. I am creating this thread to give everyone the opportunity to explain their character's traits and demeanor. We want everyone to be happy with how their character is described. I will go first by posting some tidbits from my Character sheet:


Physical Appearance: Dark Jedi Master Sarin is a dagger of a man. Lean, muscled, and deadly. His combination of speed and fury comes only once in a generation. His young age of 28 is rarely considered a handicap due to his subtle knowledge and intense study of the force. He is in superb physical shape, senses keen, and health undiminished by even the memory of a cold. Only his pale color and thin face shows signs of his intense usage of the Dark Side. He stands tall, slim, elegant, and deadly for all those who see him. DJM Sarin is typically clothed in armor-weave cloak and field garb.
Impediments: The inability to view anyone as an equal.
Distinguishing Marks: A black runic Sith tattoo located on the center of his back.
Phobias: Stupid and idiotic people

Dark Jedi Master Sarin believes in the Dark Side of the Force. He is not simply a practioner of it, he is a true believer. Sarin's moral code is based off of the fact that anger, hate, and wrath are natural feelings that lead to justice. To paraphrase Asajj Ventress "The truth is, you do care that this one is dead. You should. The truth is, you would be less alive if you didn't. The truth is, the principles that seem right to an eight hundred year old hypocrite who may live forever make no sense for the rest of us who live and suffer and die in this world. Our time here is so short; so precious; so sweet. To turn your back on it, to crawl into a monastery and teach yourself not to feel. What a waste. What a blasphemy."

Sarin does not believe in the morality of the weak. He believes in the rule of the strong. He believes it is the moral duty of the strong to rule and to make the decisions for those who cannot and those who will not. A natural side effect of this belief is that Sarin is arrogant. He does not view anyone as an equal. His arrogance does not blind him, but it is a trait that many notice within him.

Sarin will never display, Indecisiveness, nervousness, or a lack of confidence.

I hope this helps in writing Sarin. I also hope this thread helps everyone in writing each other.

Gender: Male
Hand: Left-handed
Species: Clawdite
Height: 172cm (Conversion chart)
Weight: 68kg

Physical Appearance: medium bulit, scar on left eye, i have a tattoo on my back with a red jewel in the middle on the points that surround it it says: Power, Honor, Revenge, and strength. The red jewel stands for victory.

Impediments: I had lost my left eye in battle once and had it replaced, my new eye is only good for the dark, it is like having night vision googles.

Allergies: none

Distinguishing Marks: scar on left eye from middle forhead down to the middle of my cheak

Phobias: I hate the light, spiders, anything crawly like

Gender: Male

Hand: Right-handed

Species: Gen'Dai

Height: 8 ft 2 in

Weight: 620 lbs

Physical Appearance: Customized Gen'Dai full body amour, the armour protects well against ranged and melee attacks, he has a helmet. He has this kind of lightning aura around him, legend has it that he is so evil cause he killed so many innocent people and aliens in the Mandalorian War. He has the colors and markings of Durge, but he is more confident and more evil. He has one synthetic arm and one synthetic leg from when he fought in the Mandalorian Wars. After the Mandalorian War he went to Nar Shadda to try and settle down, he got into a big fight with acouple of the exchange members and got a huge bounty on his head. After the exchange insidence he got into a fight in the Outer Rim and got a huge scar across his back.

Impediments: none

Allergies: none.

Distinguishing Marks: He looks simular to Durge, but he is bigger. His peircing red eyes.

Phobias: none.

Personality: Rannik has a VERY short temper. Hes very aggressive, and he also has a jokish side to him sometimes. It depens on how he is feeling for him to act funy/stupid or be very aggrivated towards people. When he gets mad, he sorta blacks out and doesnt know what he is doing. As his former Battle Team commander, Julius Caesar, takes his medals and postitions serioulsy,Rannik is the same about his position also.

Chaps, you're missing the point. This is about how character behave, not how they look. Re-read Sarins example. Here is Jonaleth, for your edification:

Species: Anzat
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 180 pounds
Lightsaber Styles: Soresu Master, Dun Moch Master, Trakatta Master
Appearance: Pale white skin, sapphire blue eyes and jet black, medium length hair always impeccably presented. Jon has fine, noble bone structure and appears to be in his mid-thirties, though thanks to his peoples nature, is actually far older. He wears trousers, shirt, belt and long coat of black silk and cotton, edged in silver and lined with deep purple, with a hooded cloak. On his left breast are small golden medallions on a chain signifying his various titles, and he wields a single blue-bladed, silver and blue lightsaber. Full image is available here.
Personality Description:
Jonaleth is a noble person, driven by a single motivation: to protect what is his. He will go to absolutely any lengths to protect what he sees as his, be this family, honour or Clan. Under other circumstances, this might make him a good person, but the means Jonaleth uses to accomplish his tasks are despicable at best, utterly vile at worst. He has great respect for everyone who shows themselves worthy of it; confidence, arrogance, competance, loyalty, self-control, respect and duty. He does not suffer fools, flippancy or disrespect. He is exceptionally formal and stoic when not with other Isradia's.

His temper is violent and vicious - if anyone shows disrespect for him or his, abandons duty, proves incompetant or displays arrogance beyond their ability to back-up, he will lash out with everything at his disposal. Being horrifically strong and resilient, and exceptionally powerful with the Force, this means very few survive his wrath; but this is not undirected rage, this is the potent tool of a Dark Adept. When fighting, he favours hand to hand combat over lightsabers, since he enjoys rending his opponents apart in this more personal fashion, and feeding on them whilst they live and their companions can watch. He favours the use of dramatic, awe inspiring uses of the Force.

Raken is Elomin. The species possess no remarkable powers, inordinate strength, or otherwise. Save for their physical resemblance to many cultures' demonic iconography, they are without notariety.

The thing to know about Raken is that he is less of a person and more an animal. Orphaned, abandoned, left for dead, rescued only to be sold into slavery, abused, tortured, disfigured, he is a product of his environment honed by these experiences for the purposes of survival, and revenge.

Raken rarely, if ever, speaks. He will not laugh, joke, cry, or feel. He is very much a shell. There is something however, even unknown to himself, that drives him to certain ends. His predatory detachment lends a certain logical efficiency to his character that draws very simple instructions for his mind to follow.

During his captivity, Raken experienced all the levels of hell the witches of Dathomir could manifest. For years they used the Force to persecute his mind with torment real and imagined. They took his eyes because his animalistic defiance of them was an offence. As fierce as his tattered spirit was, he was eventually broken...over and over and over, until what remained, resembled nothing one could identify as sentient or sane. Now free of his slavery, he seeks only the means to never be at another's mercy and to stand ankle-deep at the edge of a lake of witchblood.

His discipline in the Force began by observing the Sister's metaphysical incantations. When he no longer had eyes with which to see, he listened for their chants and lessons passed orally throughout their clans. When chained to The Tree for weeks at a time and no longer able to hear, he felt with his mind for the dark power that saturated the planet. When once the black whispers came to him there on the Roots of Sorrow, they have been with him ever since.

So when writing him, bear in mind this pain and the fractured character he is. He does not think, act or feel like anything other than a beaten hound. Only the whispers in his mind and the insatiable thirst for independance and retribution allow him to function in anything resembling society; even in one of Dark Jedi.

Species:Human
Height:6'3"
Weight:173 pounds
Physical Appearance: Kal Vorrac is a tall man, 19 years old, who bears many scars. One of these scars runs from the top of his forehead on the right side, through his left eye, and to the base of his neck. He has an artificial left eye which is a paler shade of green than his natural eye. His skin is a mottled mix of pale and sunburnt and has many marks, from knife wounds to old blaster shots. His right hand is a prosthetic, over which he wears a leather glove. He wears a plain white shirt and black trousers. His hair is jet-black and the length varies depending on how long his assignments are.
Personality: Kal was the victim of a cruel, messy process which erased his mind three years prior to joining the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. The crude nature of this process left tiny pieces of his past, usually traumatic ones, behind. This had made him mentally unstable and prone to fits of suicidal bloodlust. While he is an excellent pilot, Kal's condition causes him to try many unsafe maneuvers, often leading to physical harm and ship damage. His thoughts work differently than most others, making his flight patterns strange and unpredictable, but nonetheless effective.

Kal has a slight complex with following orders. He will follow his orders to the letter, even if it entails harming or even killing his opponents. He cares nothing for gossip, and will completely disregard anything said to him that conflicts with his orders. Only his direct superiors can reassign him safely. He is genuinely a weapon for his superiors to wield. However, he has a fierce temper, and the slightest thing can set him off.

Gender: Male
Species: Barabel
Height: 2.2 meters
Weight: 200 pounds

Physical Appearance:
Standing over 7 feet tall, and weighing in at 200 pounds, Virulence has a thick and powerful frame, which is deceptively quick and nimble for its size. His body is covered in jagged, overlapping black scales which are made of sturdy, protein-based keratin. It provides him with natural body armor which is resistant to punctures and blows and have even been known to shrug off light blaster bolt hits. They grow continually, and must be maintained, however Virulence has used this to his advantage, patiently growing out and carefully filing the scales on his elbows and knees to a razor sharp point for years, resulting in 6 inch keratin spikes which lay flat against the back of his arms and the front of his thighs when the limbs are extended. As is standard with his kind, he has thick, sharp retractable claws. Virulence's tail is over three feet long from base to tip, and is surprisingly dexterous, and over the course of his life he has learned to use it with great precision. It is strong enough to support twice his body weight, and is agile enough to grasp a delicate glass and bring it to his mouth to drink. Also, as with all Barabels, he has the ability to detach his tail from his body at the base, in emergency situations. Virulence's eyes have slit-like pupils which collect energy from the infrared to yellow spectrums, allowing him to see in darkness as well as normal daylight conditions, however unlike the rest of his kind, the rest of the Krath's eyes glow a fiery red. One can often determine the mood of the reptile simply by the intensity of the glow, as their intensity increases and decreases with stress. His mouth is full of razor sharp, needle like teeth, which hide a slender, 9 inch long, black forked tongue. A tattoo of a large red “V” can be found on either side of his neck. Virulence can most often be found dressed in his traditional black robes, wrapped in his thick, black over cloak, with his hood up to conceal his rough and jagged features.


Personality:
Virulence is ferociously loyal to his House, Clan, and Family, and fanatically devoted to the Dark Side of the Force. Horrifically sadistic, the reptile is cold and calculating, absolutely loving “the hunt”, and has been known to take to assignments where a special amount of stealth and brutality are required with great enthusiasm. He has absolutely no problem resorting to any means necessary to get the job done, actually taking pleasure in being forced to use unusually violent tactics to produce results, without the slightest sense of regret or remorse.

Barabels are notoriously mean spirited, and Virulence is no exception, and although his training has given him more control over his temper than most others of his race, he has absolutely no tolerance for stupidity or disrespect, and is quick to resort to physical confrontation when provoked. Despite this fact however, he is deeply respectful to his family, superiors, and to those who show respect to him.

In the presence of anyone other than the Isradias or those he considers close friends, the Priest rarely speaks, and when he does, it is always short and to the point. Also, Virulence despises the rest of his race, and has spent years teaching himself to speak proper basic, as he absolutely hates the way Barabels speak in the third person.

He prefers hand to hand combat, and absolutely despises blaster weaponry, carrying only his lightsaber, and a set of six locust knives strapped to his left wrist. He is a decent but nowhere near gifted pilot, and on the ground prefers to either work alone or in small specialized groups.

Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 210 lbs

Lightsaber styles:

Makashi (Master)
Soresu (Adept)

Physical Appearance:

With lightly tanned skin and of average height and weight the SBM is almost impossible to pick out in a crowd. With shaggy dark brown hair that looks in need of a haircut he tends to blend in well. He is a very trim man with a decent build. His only physical impediment is his right knee which tends to go out on him in extreme stress. His only distinguishing feature is a light scar that runs from his upper lip to his cheekbone on the left side of his face from a knife fight he was in with a prisoner in his Law Enforcement days. He also has a mechanical left arm from just above the elbow down due to a faulty lightsaber explosion during his early years as a Dark Jedi. He is often found wearing his old Obelisk armor with special riot gear modifications. When in combat he uses not only his lightsaber but a collapsable baton known as an ASP in his off (left) hand. While not able to block lightsaber blows this will normally shatter the bones of whatever victim he hits with it.

Personality:

Extreamly easy going with little bothering him, he is very hard to anger, only when he is presented with stupidity, insubordination (due to Law Enforcement and Military), or the harm of his family or friends does he get mad. Also it is to be noted he is a believer that neither side of the Force is superior to the other, as he is a Grey Jedi and will quickly use either side to his advantage and with clear emotion or no emotion as is needed. It should also be noted he is very loyal to those he fights with, and will not leave a man behind.

Appearance:

Essentially, think "five-foot-ten-inch tall, average-built, human with horns like Darth Maul and a rifle scar between the eyebrows. BAM! That's Achilles to the eye.

Personality:

Fairly arrogant, despite his relatively young age of 34. Can be full of himself at times, but being an Anglican priest, also has great capacity for love and compassion. One of the oddest dark jedi you're likely to ever meet, he has copious amounts of self-confidence, is very independent, and is a very religious young fellow.

Species Human
Gender Male
Height 6'7
Weight 180 pounds

Appereance
Caesar has short black hair, with one stripe of red on the left side (his left). He has a scar above his right eye. His eyes are dark blue. He has a tatoo of a spider on his left bicep.

Personality
Caesar is the type of person who likes to turn everything into something funny, or jokish. He only takes his leadership positions, and his medals seriously. He gets mad at the stupid stuff. Loyalty is his number one value.

Species: Kyandrian (near-human)
Gender: male
Hand: right-handed
Height: 5'11
Weight: 160 lbs

Physical appearance:
Gaidal has a heavy and dreadful walk, which makes him one person you do not easily miss. A constant grin and three large, diagonal scars from a ligthsaber on his face makes him a fearsome individual. Always dressed in black with a fine touch of red in his clothing and a red or (currently) black cloak give him a distinguished image. He is not extremely tall, but has a well-trained and athletic body. Although he is a Dark Side user, he still has a nicely tanned skin. Only the cold blue irisses of his eyes turn red and eventually black when he uses the Dark Side. Besides that his blond and short cut hair makes him look like a common trooper. Gaidal is the kind of man who easily uses his looks to be a womaniser.

Personality:
If there is one problem, it is the fact that Gaidal is a womaniser, which makes it sometimes difficult for him to do what he has to. Instead he rather gives the specific female a black rose. At least, that is how he was in the 'good-old days'. His mind is his primary weapon; Gaidal can fight and trained his body properly, but his brain is what he mostly uses. The use comes with a terrible price, and due to the fact he has a temper, he becomes paranoïd from time to time. He will lose his mind and does no longer know what exactly he does if he forgets to meditate every now and then.
He changed due to the events of the so-called 'Pact War'. It lasted only a couple of months, but had quite a devastating effect on House Exar Kun and on him. During the last few moments the Accarr system existed before the super nova, he and Virulence Isradia were captured by the enemy. Especially Gaidal was heavily tortured and tormented by one of the leaders. Eventually they escape, but even bak then Virulence already realized that the Kyandrian was different. After the war Gaidal become more and more unpredictable and was absent most of his days. He resigned as Quaestor and left the House for several months. None knows where he went and what happened, not even his former pupil Aabsdu.
Gaidal returned short after the outbreak of the Great Jedi War and it seems like hé is no longer the man he once was. He is extremely serious and follows a vague, unknown path towards his destiny. The Sith no longer talks much, but rather acts. If he does say anything, one should carefully listen. Gaidal has the ability to say much without many words. Listening between his lines is the key, but that does not make it obvious waht his intentions are. It appears to be he no longer listens to anyone, follows a path none can follow and his sense of humour died with the person he once was. This makes it extremely difficult for his comrades to know whether or not he is still an ally, or perhaps became an enemy.

Species: Chandrilan-born Human (although his mother was half Firrereo)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 148


Appearance
Usually, the most stand-out thing about Scorpius is his silver-colored eyes, which seem to hold all the wisdom of his true age. His body--a clone of his youth in which his spirit was fused with several years before joining the Brotherhood--resembles that of a 20-something human male. His hair is a blackish-brown, and his skin varies from pale to slightly tanned, depending on various circumstances. Tall (by many humanoid statistics), thin, and agile, Scorpius also maintains enough muscle strength to put up a fight. He has a scar above his left eye, which was given to him in an epic lightsaber battle with his former nemesis, and a tatoo on his right angle bearing the crest of his family.
Usually dressed formally and neatly, Scorpius most-often wears his traditional Dark Jedi tunic with a black cloak above it. His lightsaber is always at his side, and sometimes he carries around a small diplomat's blaster hidden within the folds of his clothes as well. His black boots are always neatly polished, and he is often wearing black gloves upon his hands as well.



Personality
Cunning, formal, and intelligent, Scorpius is a master of manipulation. He can easily convince people with his words, and can do so even more with the Force backing him This manipulative personality gives him great skill in the art of diplomacy as well.
Likewise, due to his cunning, calculated, and logical planning, he is an excellent strategist and skilled in intelligence gathering as well. His skills in this area were honed and used whilst Palpatine's New Order controlled the galaxy--- Scorpius as a Vice-Admiral in the Imperial Starfleet, and also used by the Emperor's Hands to monitor the actions of potentially rebellious members of the Starfleet. Even after the Emperor's death at Endor, Scorpius had enough skill to secure his own star destroyer and small fleet of fighters without engaging in any of the senseless inter-Imperial slaughter.
Never one for open, brutal, unreserved fighting, the Chandrilan does have considerable skill with a lightsaber, mastering the Makashi form. His mastering over his form grants him a particular edge when engaging in one-and-one duels with others. This skill in the form of Makashi also underlines another key point about Scorpius' personality: his is aristocratic and formal, having come from such a noble family. His words are usually very well-chosen, and his temper most often does not get the best of him; he has a heavy restrain on his emotions.
The Chandrilan is also a very power-driven individual, though not blatantly so; he can usually hide this. However, whenever he sees an open opportunity to boost his own prestige and power, he will often take-out. When it comes down to defending himself, those he feels protective of, and those he is loyal to, Scorpius will lash out with his premeditated and skilled slashes, often aiming for the throat; the Krath knows that patience is truly a virtue.

Gender: Male

Species: Falleen

Height: 5 feet, 10 inches

Weight: 203 pounds

Physical Appearance: Galaphile is a dark green Falleen. To most battles he wears tight black jump suit with a red dragon insignia rooling down from the shoulder to his wrist. Over his jump suit he wears light triangular gold vest, with black lining. Or his Dark Jedi Knight robes.

Personality: Galaphile is cool most of the times. He also has the tendency to be unusually cruel to people he does not take a liking to. Even though his complexion most often generates a small amount of consusion, and rarely engrossment.

Species: Shi'ido
Height: Varie with his shape, usualy 6 foot
Weight: 180 pounds
Lightsaber Styles: Makashi Master, Vaapad Master, Juyo Master, Soresu expert.
Appearance: Being a shapeshifter, Only GM Jac and Firefox has ever seen Khan's real form. Usualy he takes the shape of a Human in his early 30s with long black hairs closed in a pony tail. Somehow he reminds of Exar Kun himself, something he's been doing out of respect for his Master.
Distinguishing Marks: The tattoo of the Secret Order of the Emperor on his left arm and a Sith Tattoo on the back of his neck. Being made with the Force, both tatoos are present in every shape he takes.

Personality Description: Khan was a Jedi Master in the days of the old republic, before turning his back to the lightside and being introduced by Lord Sidious to the secrets of the Dark Side. Khan is a true Sith and as such he regard some of the members as simply dark jedi, which sometimes lead to uneasy situations.
He is cold, manipulative and has learned patience is a great virtue.
He embrace his emotion with joy but never let them control him, instead he focus his emotions to what need to be done. He believe in the Sith Code and follow it to the letter.

Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 130 pounds
Lightsaber Forms: Shii-Cho expert, average at Soresu, learning Makashi

Physical Appearance: I am not a very tall man, but my shortness gives me an advantage many do not have. I have short brown hair, pure white eyes, and tan skin. I am very muscular and strong, so strength is one of my biggest advantages. I have a deep scar running down my left check that I acquired from a bounty, and I wear pure white robes at all times. I am very smart, and very good at deciding upon the right course of action during a fight. I can break down my opponent and use their weakness to my advantage, so mental ability is one of my greatest powers.

Distinguishing Marks: My body is covered in scars from my bounties, and my torso is scarred with lightsaber burns from bounties as well as various missions and dueling sessions.

Personality: Aabsdu is a fun loving guy who is always making jokes. Due to his fun nature, it's very rare that you find him in a bad mood. He's always there to answer questions, and cares deeply for his family and friends. He would fight to death to save those he trusts

He walks straight and watches everything that's happening around him. He can be patient at times, but prefers to get things done fast as he usually has more important things to do. While he is nice at times, he is capable of getting very mean, and is known for being a good fighter hand to hand and with a lightsaber

Sith Battlelord Salth Khan


Species: Corellian
Height: 6 foot, 4 inches
Weight: 220 pounds
Lightsaber Styles: Shii-Cho Master, Makashi Master, Soresu Master
Appearance: Battlelord Salth Khan is tall, well-toned and muscular. His olive skin stands in contrast to his dark eyes, which are the only outward clue of the intense anger and fury that dwells within the Corellian. He has straight medium-length hair, which is often worn down and free flowing. Salth Khan has a long V-shaped scar that runs from both corners of his left eye down to a point on his lower left cheek, the result of nearly losing his eye in a lesson from a former Master. Salth Khan is typically seen around the Dark Tower and other Clan areas wearing his "Negotiator" robes. But during battle he will be found wearing the ancient armor of his family, a creation of Sith Alchemy combined with the adornments of his status as a monarch of his family line, coupled with an outer cloak that sports a trim of red crimson, signifying his status as a true Sith. His lightsaber is custom-made, shaped like a shark, it is black and white and houses an intense and powerful crimson blade. (See full-sized images of Salth Khan)

Personality Description: Salth Khan is a true believer in the Dark Side and the Sith. His anger is both swift and vengeful, especially to those that would show weakness or hesitation during battle. To some the Battlelord is considered a cruel tyrant, power hungry and eager for higher ranks and position. To those that truly know the Sith Battlelord, and there are few that do, he is known for simply being a hardened warrior who refuses to accept failure. His guides his Students down the path to become true warriors and leaders in the Dark Side and in the true beliefs of the Sith so that one day they may also guide other true believers down teh same path.

Gender:Male

Hand:Right

Species:Human

Height:5'11

Weight: 120lb.

Physical Appearance:A tall man at the age of 15. He is mid strong and is in good shape. He has a strand of cloth on his eyes to learn to see with the force. He wears what almost looks like a bounty hunters kind of outfit but do not be decived. He is a powerful in the force but has not learned to truley use it yet.

Impediments:He has normal arms and legs.

Allergies:He is allergic to pollen. It has no major effect on him...it just makes him sneeze.

Distinguishing Marks:Nothing that can see without his clothes on. He has a tatooed picture of a dark force hand on his back...he some how recived in a battle against a Dark Jedi Master.

Phobias:none