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Description

Application for
⇋ ⇌

⇋ Basic ⇌

Full Name:
          Tarvin Voss
Status:
          Jedi Knight
Age:
  29 Years
Gender:
          Male
Species:
          Human
Height:
          5' 6"; 168cm
Sexual Orientation:
          Straight
Occupation:
          Mechanic/Engineer

⇋ Lightsabre ⇌

Crystal:
       Common
Colour:
          Yellow
Type:
         Standard
Extra Information:
          ...Let's just say he had a lot of metal washers at some point...

⇋ Personality ⇌

Intelligent|Charming|Sarcastic|Impulsive|Deceptive

Tarvin Voss is an extremely intelligent man. He grew up in what could be considered the middle class on a planet in the Inner Rim, and got a good education in engineering at the best university he could afford. He's studied star-ship designs and technology, and has a good grasp about how they're put together - but he's best at engines. He likes to repair them, and wants to design his own fuel-efficient one some day.
He definitely likes to make the most of the situation. He tries to use his charm and charisma to make people feel less jittery when talking to him, and wants the conversation to keep going. Usually, he's the one to break the awkward silence.
However, he can be a bit snobbish and sarcastic at some points. Most times, he uses it to release tension in groups, but when an irritating peer rubs him the wrong way, he can get surprisingly snarky and offensive. Once he cools down, he'll apologize - if you deserve it.
Have a seemingly good opportunity at hand? Tarvin will take it. Wait, there's a bunch of sith showing up? Yeah, probably should've planned better. He's obviously been able to get out of a few tough situations, but it's always had some bad consequence come with it.
High intelligence defensively has its good sides, but there's always a dark side with it. For instance, when a peer is speaking to him about some unknown info, he'll play the nice guy - until you've walked right into his hands. Smugglers, politicians, and tradesmen have all fallen for some of Tarvin's tricks. In the end, it's for their own good, right?

⇋ History ⇌

Tarvin grew up in a pretty well-off household in the Inner Rim. He has no siblings, and his mother was a schoolteacher while his father was a mechanic for the local shipyard. They were mostly absent in his childhood years, but as he got older he went to the shipyard with his father after school and learned many things about spaceships and transports. Tarvin's interest in mechanics was sparked. He soon learned how to fly a simple transport ship after being taught by one of his father's friends. It was during one of these lessons that he became aware of his force ability.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

10 y.̡̨͠ears after the battle of Yavin.̴̨̀͝ IV
Astraeus Spać̢͡eport
Carg̡̀͟o̧҉ ship 756b̨̢́͜
aCAM1
A҉̷́͝udio/videocam
17:09
PLAY

A constant drone fills the cabin of the cargo ship.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A shuffling. A young voice speaks up over the beeping. He's at the dashboard.

"Uh, Kelid?"

A deep, accented voice, belonging to a man, responds.

"Wha'd you do this time, kid? Blow the gyro?"

Footsteps can be heard as Kelid, a nautolan with green headtails tied behind his back and out of the way, makes it over to the younger. The pressing of buttons is heard next as the younger voice speaks up again.

"Of course not! You and Dad have got me going crazy over all that diagnostic stuff! It's as thou - "

The older man scoffs, speaking over him.

"You sure, Tarvin? 'Cause it looks like - "

The shipp p ps sfd -
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
*CONNECTION RESTORED*

The groaning of metal is heard in the background as alarms and beeps fill the room. The deep voice of the nautolan is heard over all of it.

"This is cargo ship 756b of Astraeus spaceport reporting a broken down ship in lane 08 of skyway 85d. Please advise caution to oncoming traf - "

Again, the ship lurrchgwd dhs d
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
*CONNECTION RESTORED*

The two figures, now panicking, work to get the ship upright from its downward dive as horns from passing speeders are heard -

E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
*CONNECTION RESTORED*

Kelid's voice is now heard over the sound of wind blowing. The side door of the ship is open.

"It's the engine! We're gettin' to the ground pretty fast, kid! Any luck at the controls?!"

"No sir, Mr. Virje! Nothing useful is running!"

The sounds of police sirens are heard outside as speeders surround the falling ship, trying their best to protect oncoming drivers. One gets closer.

"Get away from the controls, Voss! Police are here! Jump out the door and they'll catch you!"

Doing so, Tarvin got up from his seat and staggered over to the door. Wind whip his hair into his face. He jumped.

"Good job, kid! I'm coming right now - "

There's a bright exploasasd jdhd f

E҉̧̀R̀͝Ŗ̶̛O̢͜R̡̧͢͏͠ ̀͘͏̷͢
*CONNECTION RES̷̢T̶̛̛̕O̡͜R͟E̷͢D*

The nautolan is holding onto the metal door-frame. Smoke fills the room as a small fire in the back is lit. He yells, reaching out his hand -

When he's pulled up by nothing.

E҉̧̀R̀͝Ŗ̶̛O̢͜R̡̧͢͏͠ ̀͘͏̷͢
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
̧́́͢͏E͝҉R̴̨͘̕͡R̛͢҉͢͞Ǫ͜͏̕Ŗ̵̢̀͝ ͘
E̷͘͡Ŗ̴̵͟͠R̨̕̕͠͞Ǫ́͢R̵̢͘ ̴̶̢͠
E͞R͝͠R̢̛̕͜Ó͜͡R̡̕͜͟ ͜͞-̕͘͡҉̡ ̷́͢͞
*CONNECTION LOST. PLAY AGAIN? *

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Entranced by his newfound power, his abilities soon grew with the help of his mother's holobook resources on the Jedi, recently un-banned (but unfortunetly still scarce) with the New Republic taking hold, and Kelid Virje's persistence. Soon, he honed his ability to the point where he could do simple jedi mind tricks (to help the occasional straggler or addict) and heavy lifting every once in a while. His father and Kelid still taught him how to fly, and soon he was able to get a licence and eventually his own ship. He's had quite the few adventures (including the mandaliorian terrorist group, that one old imperial shuttle, and the fickly kel dor businessman), and had made friends as well as enemies by the time he got to high school. Tarvin went to a good university a few years later and graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering. He said a good farewell to his parents, and looked to Coruscant for possible job opportunities. However, during the trip there, he found a... "job" on a planet where the people were harshly treated. Under an uncontrolled governor, he staged an underground movement to get the people off of the planet. With the help of his force abilities and a few friends, he was able to get the people to Coruscant where they pleaded for help for their people. Gaining good reputation withing the new senate, he was given many job opportunities and soon had his life well on his way. He got a hold of a pair of yellow synthetic lightsabre crystals and created the two that he now owns. He has no idea how to use them, but the time may soon come when the talent is needed...

⇋ Meeting ⇌

The night sky of Coruscant, illuminated by the numerous office buildings, skyscrapers, and government buildings, barely showed above the skyway as Tarvin Voss made his way towards the Babylon Shipyard. He'd had a good day at work today, so why not take the Windseeker out for a ride? He hadn't seen his ship in almost a weak, and he was sure the holocall to Kelid could wait. They'd been working on designs for a possible refit of the Windseeker, as its age was starting to show, and Tarvin didn't have the heart to let it go for another ship. While much older than when Tarvin was a kid, the nautolan Kelid Virje never lost his grasp for starship functionality. Though he was still systems away on Tarvin's home-world, he offered help on issues with the ship Tarvin didn't know how to fix himself. After the two-hour long call last night, he was sure the other man could wait another day before calling again.

As the spaceport came into view, Voss maneuvered his speeder down the skyway and landed. He waved his docking pass to the security guard at the gate ahead, and walked towards the shipyard.

It was unusually empty tonight. A few stray guards and tired shipmasters roamed the corridors, but the overall population was low, especially for a planet like Coruscant. He slowed his pace as he felt... a presence. An extremely powerful presence.

It was coming from his ship's loading bay.

The presence, for an instance, frightened Tarvin. Then, reciting the old Jedi mantra there is no fear in his head, he stalked towards the door, reaching for one of his lightsabres in his vest. He had absolutely no idea how to use it, but if the worst came to happen it could always be used as a tool of intimidation, right?

Sliding his pass through a access port, Tarvin slowly made his way through the entrance of the loading bay. His ship, a heavily modified MIY 1-2 starfighter, sat in the middle of the large open-aired room. A few small floodlights near the top of the bay provided only a small amount of light.

"Who's there?!" He shouted into the darkness. As he readied his lightsabre, he started making his way towards his ship. Reaching out to the force, he tried to localize the perpetrator's force signature. Whoever they were, they were close -

"Tarvin Voss."

Startled, Tarvin whipped around, activating his lightsabre, and then stopped. A tall figure in a robe stood before him. His force signature was off the walls. He radiated it, brightness in such a dark place... For some reason, the force told Tarvin he was not a threat. He ignored it.

"How do you know my name?"

The man before him chuckled, and started moving around him towards his ship.

"You are strong with the force, my friend. You're lucky I happened to be passing by."

Tarvin furrowed his brow. Lowering his sabre, he asked, "Who are you? How do you know about that?"

The man turned towards him after examining his ship. "The lightsabre's a dead givaway, I'd think. Your force presence is strong, but I think you've trained yourself to contain a good bit of it. With more training, you could pass off as force-absent."

Exasperated, Tarvin deactivated his lightsabre and backed up. "What? You a jedi or something, pal? I've had lots of people tell me they're still around; that "Luke Skywalker" propaganda sure stirred things up a few years ago. They're all liars, of course. They use fancy business tricks, raking in the credits as they go. All in all, the jedi have been extinct since the end of the Old Republic."

The man seemed amused. "Take a look at yourself, my friend. A jedi's weapon, a jedi's mindset - and the force presence of a jedi right in front of you, who will now say he was a quite close friend of Luke Skywalker. Can you truly believe they're gone when you yourself have the potential to be one?"

Tarvin got in the man's face. "I'll ask you again - Who. Are you?"

The man smirked, lifting his cloak's hood off of his head.

"My name is Liran De'Jannare, and I have a proposition for you."

TBC --> fav.me/d9z5s72

⇋ Extra ⇌

Likes:
- starship piloting
- designing / building
- happy people
- mandalorian architecture
- making politicians mad
- chess
- painting
- using two weapons

Dislikes:
- mysterious figures
- gambling (even with the force, he always losses)
- tiny bugs
- politicians
- annoying people

⇋ Inventory ⇌

Nova Crystal Count
        800

Mandalorian Twin Pistols

MIY 1-2 starfighter

⇋ Roleplay Information ⇌

EST.

Comments preferred; notes and google docs are close second.

Both Script and Paragraph.

No NSFW; violence is always good though.

⇋ Character Art ⇌

fav.me/dagmnvj
fav.me/d9z5s72
fav.me/d9vug9q
fav.me/d9vtlxs
fav.me/d9rnpfj<--- OLD OLD OLD

⇋ Artist's Comments ⇌

Whew! That took a while to finish!
Anyways, a few weeks ago I found Align-the-Force , which is a kind of SW rp group I've been looking for for a while. I missed the opening date, but I'm just putting it up right now to have a good, stable idea about how I want Tarvin to behave (mostly in art that I make of him  ). Anyways, I'll be there next opening!

Also, if there's anything I might need to change, just let me know!

Got excepted into the group!

Description

Application for
⇋ ⇌

⇋ Basic ⇌

Full Name:
          Tarvin Voss
Status:
          Jedi Knight
Age:
  29 Years
Gender:
          Male
Species:
          Human
Height:
          5' 6"; 168cm
Sexual Orientation:
          Straight
Occupation:
          Mechanic/Engineer

⇋ Lightsabre ⇌

Crystal:
       Common
Colour:
          Yellow
Type:
         Standard
Extra Information:
          ...Let's just say he had a lot of metal washers at some point...

⇋ Personality ⇌

Intelligent|Charming|Sarcastic|Impulsive|Deceptive

Tarvin Voss is an extremely intelligent man. He grew up in what could be considered the middle class on a planet in the Inner Rim, and got a good education in engineering at the best university he could afford. He's studied star-ship designs and technology, and has a good grasp about how they're put together - but he's best at engines. He likes to repair them, and wants to design his own fuel-efficient one some day.
He definitely likes to make the most of the situation. He tries to use his charm and charisma to make people feel less jittery when talking to him, and wants the conversation to keep going. Usually, he's the one to break the awkward silence.
However, he can be a bit snobbish and sarcastic at some points. Most times, he uses it to release tension in groups, but when an irritating peer rubs him the wrong way, he can get surprisingly snarky and offensive. Once he cools down, he'll apologize - if you deserve it.
Have a seemingly good opportunity at hand? Tarvin will take it. Wait, there's a bunch of sith showing up? Yeah, probably should've planned better. He's obviously been able to get out of a few tough situations, but it's always had some bad consequence come with it.
High intelligence defensively has its good sides, but there's always a dark side with it. For instance, when a peer is speaking to him about some unknown info, he'll play the nice guy - until you've walked right into his hands. Smugglers, politicians, and tradesmen have all fallen for some of Tarvin's tricks. In the end, it's for their own good, right?

⇋ History ⇌

Tarvin grew up in a pretty well-off household in the Inner Rim. He has no siblings, and his mother was a schoolteacher while his father was a mechanic for the local shipyard. They were mostly absent in his childhood years, but as he got older he went to the shipyard with his father after school and learned many things about spaceships and transports. Tarvin's interest in mechanics was sparked. He soon learned how to fly a simple transport ship after being taught by one of his father's friends. It was during one of these lessons that he became aware of his force ability.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

10 y.̡̨͠ears after the battle of Yavin.̴̨̀͝ IV
Astraeus Spać̢͡eport
Carg̡̀͟o̧҉ ship 756b̨̢́͜
aCAM1
A҉̷́͝udio/videocam
17:09
PLAY

A constant drone fills the cabin of the cargo ship.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A shuffling. A young voice speaks up over the beeping. He's at the dashboard.

"Uh, Kelid?"

A deep, accented voice, belonging to a man, responds.

"Wha'd you do this time, kid? Blow the gyro?"

Footsteps can be heard as Kelid, a nautolan with green headtails tied behind his back and out of the way, makes it over to the younger. The pressing of buttons is heard next as the younger voice speaks up again.

"Of course not! You and Dad have got me going crazy over all that diagnostic stuff! It's as thou - "

The older man scoffs, speaking over him.

"You sure, Tarvin? 'Cause it looks like - "

The shipp p ps sfd -
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
*CONNECTION RESTORED*

The groaning of metal is heard in the background as alarms and beeps fill the room. The deep voice of the nautolan is heard over all of it.

"This is cargo ship 756b of Astraeus spaceport reporting a broken down ship in lane 08 of skyway 85d. Please advise caution to oncoming traf - "

Again, the ship lurrchgwd dhs d
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
*CONNECTION RESTORED*

The two figures, now panicking, work to get the ship upright from its downward dive as horns from passing speeders are heard -

E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
*CONNECTION RESTORED*

Kelid's voice is now heard over the sound of wind blowing. The side door of the ship is open.

"It's the engine! We're gettin' to the ground pretty fast, kid! Any luck at the controls?!"

"No sir, Mr. Virje! Nothing useful is running!"

The sounds of police sirens are heard outside as speeders surround the falling ship, trying their best to protect oncoming drivers. One gets closer.

"Get away from the controls, Voss! Police are here! Jump out the door and they'll catch you!"

Doing so, Tarvin got up from his seat and staggered over to the door. Wind whip his hair into his face. He jumped.

"Good job, kid! I'm coming right now - "

There's a bright exploasasd jdhd f

E҉̧̀R̀͝Ŗ̶̛O̢͜R̡̧͢͏͠ ̀͘͏̷͢
*CONNECTION RES̷̢T̶̛̛̕O̡͜R͟E̷͢D*

The nautolan is holding onto the metal door-frame. Smoke fills the room as a small fire in the back is lit. He yells, reaching out his hand -

When he's pulled up by nothing.

E҉̧̀R̀͝Ŗ̶̛O̢͜R̡̧͢͏͠ ̀͘͏̷͢
E̸̡̛R͏̕͡R̢̡͏O̷R͟͏̷
̧́́͢͏E͝҉R̴̨͘̕͡R̛͢҉͢͞Ǫ͜͏̕Ŗ̵̢̀͝ ͘
E̷͘͡Ŗ̴̵͟͠R̨̕̕͠͞Ǫ́͢R̵̢͘ ̴̶̢͠
E͞R͝͠R̢̛̕͜Ó͜͡R̡̕͜͟ ͜͞-̕͘͡҉̡ ̷́͢͞
*CONNECTION LOST. PLAY AGAIN? *

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Entranced by his newfound power, his abilities soon grew with the help of his mother's holobook resources on the Jedi, recently un-banned (but unfortunetly still scarce) with the New Republic taking hold, and Kelid Virje's persistence. Soon, he honed his ability to the point where he could do simple jedi mind tricks (to help the occasional straggler or addict) and heavy lifting every once in a while. His father and Kelid still taught him how to fly, and soon he was able to get a licence and eventually his own ship. He's had quite the few adventures (including the mandaliorian terrorist group, that one old imperial shuttle, and the fickly kel dor businessman), and had made friends as well as enemies by the time he got to high school. Tarvin went to a good university a few years later and graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering. He said a good farewell to his parents, and looked to Coruscant for possible job opportunities. However, during the trip there, he found a... "job" on a planet where the people were harshly treated. Under an uncontrolled governor, he staged an underground movement to get the people off of the planet. With the help of his force abilities and a few friends, he was able to get the people to Coruscant where they pleaded for help for their people. Gaining good reputation withing the new senate, he was given many job opportunities and soon had his life well on his way. He got a hold of a pair of yellow synthetic lightsabre crystals and created the two that he now owns. He has no idea how to use them, but the time may soon come when the talent is needed...

⇋ Meeting ⇌

The night sky of Coruscant, illuminated by the numerous office buildings, skyscrapers, and government buildings, barely showed above the skyway as Tarvin Voss made his way towards the Babylon Shipyard. He'd had a good day at work today, so why not take the Windseeker out for a ride? He hadn't seen his ship in almost a weak, and he was sure the holocall to Kelid could wait. They'd been working on designs for a possible refit of the Windseeker, as its age was starting to show, and Tarvin didn't have the heart to let it go for another ship. While much older than when Tarvin was a kid, the nautolan Kelid Virje never lost his grasp for starship functionality. Though he was still systems away on Tarvin's home-world, he offered help on issues with the ship Tarvin didn't know how to fix himself. After the two-hour long call last night, he was sure the other man could wait another day before calling again.

As the spaceport came into view, Voss maneuvered his speeder down the skyway and landed. He waved his docking pass to the security guard at the gate ahead, and walked towards the shipyard.

It was unusually empty tonight. A few stray guards and tired shipmasters roamed the corridors, but the overall population was low, especially for a planet like Coruscant. He slowed his pace as he felt... a presence. An extremely powerful presence.

It was coming from his ship's loading bay.

The presence, for an instance, frightened Tarvin. Then, reciting the old Jedi mantra there is no fear in his head, he stalked towards the door, reaching for one of his lightsabres in his vest. He had absolutely no idea how to use it, but if the worst came to happen it could always be used as a tool of intimidation, right?

Sliding his pass through a access port, Tarvin slowly made his way through the entrance of the loading bay. His ship, a heavily modified MIY 1-2 starfighter, sat in the middle of the large open-aired room. A few small floodlights near the top of the bay provided only a small amount of light.

"Who's there?!" He shouted into the darkness. As he readied his lightsabre, he started making his way towards his ship. Reaching out to the force, he tried to localize the perpetrator's force signature. Whoever they were, they were close -

"Tarvin Voss."

Startled, Tarvin whipped around, activating his lightsabre, and then stopped. A tall figure in a robe stood before him. His force signature was off the walls. He radiated it, brightness in such a dark place... For some reason, the force told Tarvin he was not a threat. He ignored it.

"How do you know my name?"

The man before him chuckled, and started moving around him towards his ship.

"You are strong with the force, my friend. You're lucky I happened to be passing by."

Tarvin furrowed his brow. Lowering his sabre, he asked, "Who are you? How do you know about that?"

The man turned towards him after examining his ship. "The lightsabre's a dead givaway, I'd think. Your force presence is strong, but I think you've trained yourself to contain a good bit of it. With more training, you could pass off as force-absent."

Exasperated, Tarvin deactivated his lightsabre and backed up. "What? You a jedi or something, pal? I've had lots of people tell me they're still around; that "Luke Skywalker" propaganda sure stirred things up a few years ago. They're all liars, of course. They use fancy business tricks, raking in the credits as they go. All in all, the jedi have been extinct since the end of the Old Republic."

The man seemed amused. "Take a look at yourself, my friend. A jedi's weapon, a jedi's mindset - and the force presence of a jedi right in front of you, who will now say he was a quite close friend of Luke Skywalker. Can you truly believe they're gone when you yourself have the potential to be one?"

Tarvin got in the man's face. "I'll ask you again - Who. Are you?"

The man smirked, lifting his cloak's hood off of his head.

"My name is Liran De'Jannare, and I have a proposition for you."

TBC --> fav.me/d9z5s72

⇋ Extra ⇌

Likes:
- starship piloting
- designing / building
- happy people
- mandalorian architecture
- making politicians mad
- chess
- painting
- using two weapons

Dislikes:
- mysterious figures
- gambling (even with the force, he always losses)
- tiny bugs
- politicians
- annoying people

⇋ Inventory ⇌

Nova Crystal Count
        800

Mandalorian Twin Pistols

MIY 1-2 starfighter

⇋ Roleplay Information ⇌

EST.

Comments preferred; notes and google docs are close second.

Both Script and Paragraph.

No NSFW; violence is always good though.

⇋ Character Art ⇌

fav.me/dagmnvj
fav.me/d9z5s72
fav.me/d9vug9q
fav.me/d9vtlxs
fav.me/d9rnpfj<--- OLD OLD OLD

⇋ Artist's Comments ⇌

Whew! That took a while to finish!
Anyways, a few weeks ago I found Align-the-Force , which is a kind of SW rp group I've been looking for for a while. I missed the opening date, but I'm just putting it up right now to have a good, stable idea about how I want Tarvin to behave (mostly in art that I make of him  ). Anyways, I'll be there next opening!

Also, if there's anything I might need to change, just let me know!

Got excepted into the group!