Rolled 1

Rollan

Rolled 2

>>24511953
First roll or what?

Rolled 2

>>24511953
I'm hoping we get to play some kind of gunslinging force adept. Knocking blaster bolts out of the air with other blaster shots using force-enabled gun kata is just the coolest.

Binary gender options? CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE, Sith Scum.

>>24511997
Male.

>>24512005
For character creation - first role unless I say otherwise.
_

1d10 for age

1 = 11 years old
2 = 12
3 = 13
etc.

Rolled 1, 1 = 2

>>24511953

Rolled 7

>>24512022

>>24512021
>implying sith aren't all about freedom
>implying jedi aren't all about oppression
Check your privilege, jedi scum!

Rolled 10

>>24512022

>>24512022
>For character creation - first role unless I say otherwise.
That's pretty lame, honestly. Oh well.

>>24512032
>17
At least we're not a jedi shota.

Roll 1d5 for CHARISMA

Rolled 1

>>24512228

>>24512235
HAHAHA!

>>24512235
Apparently we're a complete asshole.

>>24512235
I am okay with this.

>>24512262
Or completely autistic, and constantly having spaghetti coming out of our pockets.

>>24512235
Dice Gods will it.

-

Roll 1d5 for INTELLIGENCE

Rolled 3

>>24512295

Rolled 2

>>24512262
>>24512279
Or both! We have all of the bergers and compensate by being a dick!

>>24512295

Rolled 3

>>24512295

>>24512301
Damn it, I was hoping for a 1.

Rolled 1

>>24512295

>>24512311
Me too.

1d5 for Wisdom

>>24512311
You want to be an autistic retard?
The kind of dumb mook that gets blasted by someone getting fed up with our stupid shit?

Rolled 1

>>24512331

Rolled 1

>>24512331

Rolled 2

>>24512331

Rolled 1

>>24512331

>>24512346
So yeah, we're definitely autistic. 1 Cha and 1 Wis.

Rolled 2

>>24512346
So, Cha 1, Int 3, Wis 1. Good times coming.

>>24512362
And we don't even have a 5 in Int to make up for it.

1d5 for Body

Rolled 4

>>24512374

File: 1367178207890.gif-(1.48 MB, 230x290, 1365395267149.gif)

1.48 MB GIF

>>24511997
>>24512005
>>24512025
>>24512235
>>24512301
>>24512303
>>24512348
>>24512350
>>24512358

What the actual fuck.

>>24512377
At least we're strong.

1d5 for Willpower

Rolled 5

>>24512377
Okay, so we have no common sense and the charisma of a rock, but are tough and reasonably smart. As long as we're never in a leadership position and don't talk too much, we should be good.

Rolled 4

>>24512395

Rolled 1

Rolling.
>>24512395

>>24512387
We're the big, dumb, drunk idiot that always gets into fights at bars, and is going to end up getting a faceful of blaster.

I can't wait for this guy to get smoked.

>>24512406
Decent willpower, seems we're kind of a brute.

1d5 for Initiative

Rolled 5

>>24512424

Rolled 5

>>24512420
We only have good willpower because we're stubborn as a mule.

>>24512424

>>24512428
>>24512429
Oh, NOW we get good rolls. So I guess that means we're quick?

>>24512436
Yep, like you draw your gun first.

Charisma : 1/5
Intelligence : 3/5
Wisdom: 1/5
Body: 4/5
Willpower: 4/5
Initiative: 5/5

>Roleplay Guideline:
Attempt to roleplay this character within the boundries of the roles that have been given. A one in charisma means you are plain, but not ugly. A five in willpower means you have a lot of willpower, but not an unlimited supply of the stuff.

As the story progresses we may move away from the boundaries as we find out who our Protagonist is.

>>24512444
We shoot first, we are tough and we are stubborn as all fuck. Also we're a dick and have little to no common sense.

Rolled 6

>>24512444

So we're pretty much an assassin droid - No WIS or CHA, but were tough and a natural killer.

>>24512515
we're*

>>24512509
So, we're stubborn, strong, quick, of average intelligence, and have the common sense and charisma of a rock. We're shit as a leader, most of our long-term plans go to shit, but when we set ourself on a task, we complete it doggedly and without hesitation.

Is that accurate, guys?

>>24512514
>>24512515

Yeah, seems like we're pretty much a natural-born killer/secret agent. The unremarkable CHA makes us even better for that sort of work.

>>24512534
We're basically the perfect follower.

>>24512541
>secret agent
We don't have the Charisma for lies or the Wisdom for common sense. Wetwork, maybe, but we would be a terrible intelligence agent. We're a killer. Or possibly a bounty hunter. We're something require stubborn violence and a lack of hesitation.

>>24512552
The muscle for a crime boss, an enforcer, or some other line of work that only requires a dumb thug.

>>24512546
This.
We are the bad guy's right hand.

>>24512546
Great for an NPC, but I wonder if this works for a PC. Players will be too tempted to act out of character.

>>24512584
We're reasonably smart. What we lack is common sense and charm. We would make a great muscle, second in command, thug, or mercenary. There are just as many positions for that in legal lines of work. But yes, those would all work.

We're neither a leader nor a person who makes good plans. We're otherwise a quite competent individual.

File: 1367179337219.jpg-(64 KB, 400x375, 1367011977592.jpg)

64 KB JPG

>>24512584
We're not 'dumb' per se. We're just not good at long-ish term planning.

tl;dr: this is us.

>>24512637
That's accurate. But with the body of a burly Russian warrior.

>>24512637
That is PERFECT although I think he had a fair bit more charisma than us.

Bear with me. Getting all the names for stuff write is a chore.

Our story begins in a galaxy far, far away. On the planet Tatooine. You are a slave by the name of Rhalin Rhycee(Pronounced - Rice). You have a half-brother by the name of Tarlin Rhycee who is a year older than you, he is a cripple and suffers from a disease which makes his on the brink of bed bound exhaustion at all times. You work for Elkor Regitorre (a Bothan), the sleazy owner of 'Reggie's!' a motel/bar.

Since you have been a slave you have been saving credits to buy your freedoms. It hasn't been easy saving the tips lodgers give you; spending half on your medical bills and stashing the other half beneath the floorboards in the room you share together in the motel. You currently have 500 credits. You need 600 to pay Mr. Regitorre for your freedoms and however much else to get by once you're gone.

(any questions before I continue?)

>>24512804
No questions here.

>>24512804
Any other family members? Friends? Possessions?? What is it that we do?

>>24512804

600 creds is for ourselves alone, or for the brother as well? Although the way he's described maybe the furry perv of a boss would be willing to give us a discount if we take him off his hands.

How much does a shuttle fare to closest civilised world cost? What sort of education do we have? Are we skilled in the fine art of battle?

>>24512804
Hmmm, sounds like we need to start saving to get Tarlin an extensive cybernetic overhaul. He should be our number one priority once we get our freedom.

>>24512912

incidentally, how are our relations with the bro? And what are his other skills? Is he smarter, prettier?

>>24512864
You are a slave who works for Mr. Regitorre. You bounce outside his motel, using your strength to keep the drunkards at bay.

>>24512906
It'll cost 300 credits your freedom. And another 300 for his.

A shuttle would cost 50 credits for a standard shuttle. Less if you want to take less safe options.

You're a brawler at best.

>>24512950
He is your best friend in the universe. You'll both do anything for one another.

>>24512950
I sure hope he has the Int and Wis to be our mastermind.

>>24512965
Let me know if there's anything else that needs immediate clearing up before i begin i n earnest.

>>24512979
Nah, no more questions for now.

>>24512979
I think we're ready to begin.

It's late at night and you stand outside 'Reggie's!' tending the que to get in. You breathe the warm night air and occassionaly glance up at the billions of stars above you...a reminder that there's more to this universe than a wamp rat infested hive like Mos Eisely. You bop your head to the muffled sound of the jazz being played within as two young male chiss approach with identifaction tags in hand. There look up at your broad frame with glassy eight ball eyes.

Roll 1d100 - 40 or less wins.

Rolled 33

>>24513100

Rolled 78 + 40

>>24513100

Rolled 40

>>24513100

They're fake identification tags.

>Turn them away
>Let them in if they give you some credits
>Teach them a lesson for trying to pull one over on you
>other

Rolled 1, 1 = 2

roll

>>24513161
>Turn them away
We're a professional.

>>24513161
>>Let them in if they give you some credits

>>24513161

Teach them a lesson.

>>24513161
>Turn them away
Make sure to tear up the fake IDs.

>>24513161
>>other
Offer to let them for creds, take their money and then turn them away.

>>24513161
>Turn them away
Look, we're not that perceptive. If WE could see through those ID tags, then there's going to be nothing but trouble inside.
And tell them that they need to get a better fixer.

>>24513161
>>24513100

>Chiss on Tatooine

Are they common sight in the galactic space these days? What political powers have greatest influence in this area and the galaxy, respectively, anyway?

>>24513161
Every option leads to bad things.

Turn them away.

>>24513242
Aha, your character wouldn't know too much about stuff outside Mos Eisely for the time being. Being as you failed pretty hard on that intelligence roll.

>>24513304
Well does he know they're even Chiss?

If he's as sheltered as you say he might think they're mutants or worse.

PROSTRATE YOURSELF BEFORE THE GLOWY-EYED DESERT GODS.

>>24513332
There's dumb, and then there's furry dwarf primitive screw-head retard.
We're not a fucking ewok.

>>24513304
I thought we had 3 int? That's not a complete fail..

You tear up their identification tags and throw them in the trash can by your knees.

One of the Chiss gives a shout in anger. He curses you with a hiss, and then leaves with his buddy.

Next two Twi-lek's, one blue, one green, both smoking hot, approach with a smile. Reggie's given you strict instructions not to let in any whores that aren't on his payroll, however, you're also to give entry to the hotties.

'Hey, baby' says the blue one, pursing her lips and blowing you a kiss. Both give sultry smiles.

>Try to find out if they're prostitues
>Let them in
>Turn them away

>>24513437
>Try to find out if they're prostitues
"How much for an hour?"

>>24513437
just curious, do we have an earpiece? Can we talk to reggie at all or are we on our own out here?

>>24513437
>Let them in, they are obviously upstanding ladies of good repute.

>>24513437
They're assassins. Beat the shit out of then and take their credits.

>>24513437
>>Turn them away
Let's do this to everyone, you can never be too sure.

>>24513468
Good question. Let's go with...no. You don't.

>>24513437
>Try to find out if they're prostitues
"You working right now?"

>>24513489
>>24513457
>blunt and insulting to any girl that's NOT a prostitute
Yep, that Charisma and Wisdom of 1 is a real bitch in social situations.

>>24513541
1) Ask them 'How much for an hour?'
2) Let them in

>>24513564
>1) Ask them 'How much for an hour?'
Obviously if they ARE prostitutes we tell them to fuck off. We're saving our money for freedom, not whores.

>>24513564
1

'How much for an hour?' you ask with a devious smile.

Roll 1d100 - 50 or less.

Rolled 39

>>24513735
May the Force be with us.

>>24513541

Now I REALLY want to say that.

Rolled 18

>>24513735

Rolled 68

>>24513735

>find a Star Wars quest in progress
>read all of thread to catch up

This gonna be good....

'How much for an hour?' you ask with a devious smile.

The blue twi'lek adjusts her cleavage and bites her lip.

'That'll be 20 credits for you' she says, pressing her chest against yours and looking up at you.

>Turn her away
>Take her up on the offer
>Let her in
>Bribe her
>other

Rolled 93

>>24513870
>other

Keep that pimp hand strong.

>>24513870

>"Sorry, you'll have to find customers elsewhere."

Turn her away.

>>24513870
>Turn her away

>>24513870

This >>24513903

>>24513870
>Turn her away

'Beat it' you say.

The Twi'lek's seductive ploy fades instantly.

'Look' she says, looking over her shoulder then back at you 'I need to be working...maybe for a couple credits you'll let me in?'

>No. I won't tell you again.
>I'll cost you 20 credits. Each.
>let her in
>other

>>24514027
>other

I keep tellin' you about that pimp hand, son.

Bitch is misbehavin.

>>24514027
>I'll cost you 50 credits. Each.
It's totally unreasonable but hey, if we can get enough money for freedom...

>>24514027
100 credits each. Take it or get the fuck out of my sight.

>>24514039
What, and have the Bothan beat it back out of us plus interest? We're slaves.

Keep the hoe-train moving.

>>24514027
>No. I won't tell you again.

>>24514058

Second. Risk is too high, and if found out, they would no doubt sell us out. There's enough bars in Mos Eisley.

>>24514027

>It's not up to me, lady. Now move along.

We're a slave, and orders are orders.

>>24514058
>>24514073
>>24514092
>>24514104
I'm with these guys. We're too close to freedom to fuck it up now by being greedy

>>24514027
>>24514122
2.
>I'm a slave same as you, and I'm THIS close to freedom. So please, be on your way

>>24512021
yes

>>24514135
>I've seen better looking womp rats. Blast off.

'No. I won't tell you again' you say.

The Twi'leks get the message. Flip you the finger. Then leave to go find tricks someplace else.

You stand outside dealing with patrons for another hour before Reggie pokes his head out of the doorway. His fur ripples as he calls you inside. You follow him to find the bar bustling with sentient creatures talking in a dozen different languages.

You're led past the counter into the back where Tarlin stands with a little girl.

Tarlin has a pale face and clumps missing from his hair. Even as he stands he holds onto a bannister to support himself. He gives a slight smile of welcome when he sees you. The girl, who looks around twelve or thirteen, has black spikey hair like the fur of a spider.

'This is Jinka' says Reggie idly 'I bought her today at the market, see that she settles in. She'll be working tomorrow'

>Introduce yourself to Jinka
>'Where is her room?'
>Ask how your brother is doing
>Ask how Jinka is
>other

>>24514180
>Introduce yourself to Jinka
>Ask how your brother is doing

>>24514180
Ask how the girl is first, then tend to your brother.

Also, begin formulating revenge on this fucking monkey.

>>24514209
Yeah, this.

>>24514209
Revenge? Fuck that, we should be thanking him for even allowing us the chance to buy our freedom--you have any idea how rare that is?

Don't rock the boat. We're so close.

>>24514180
Grab his neck and snap that shit. We're done sticking around here.

>>24514227
I didn't say carry it out yet.

Who cares how rare it is?

Oh, I forgot to ask OP: Do we have bombs in our brains like the people did in The Movie That Will Not Be Named Outside of Plinkett Reviews?

>>24514180

>Introduce yourself to Jinka

After that's done,

>'Where is her room, Boss?'

>>24514209
>>24514220

Let's think about revenge AFTER we've bought our freedom, guys.

>>24514245
We have an int of 3, not -5.

>>24514180

>[x] multiple options

Give a nod to the brother, then turn to the girl.

Introduce yourself, dig for some information. Then show her around.

>>24514256
Nope. You do have a tracker inside you though.

>>24514300
Well shit.

Guess its "yessa massa" for a little while longer.

The Bothan surveys you all, his ears twitching, then goes back out front to tend to the patrons.
'Hello, Jinka' you say, kneeling to her height.

She doesn't say anything. She looks scared.

'I'm Rhalin Rhycee' you say. She allows herself to smile a little.
'Where is she staying, Tarlin? you ask.
'Our room, she's been given a new bunk' says Tarlin, wearily.

Your jaw tightens. What a cheap scate! Your room is barely big enough for you and Tarlin as it is. With the inclusion of Jinka they'll hardly be any space at all.

You take Jinka's bag, which is filled with raggy clothes, and walk into your room. There is a sloping wall on one side with a steel bed bolted to the wall. With two more to the otherside. There is a window and...not much else. There is your own box full of clothes, and beneath that beneath the floorboard is your stash of money.

>It's not much. But I won't be here for long.
>Where did you come from Jinka?
>Where are your parents (can be a risky question)
>Ready to go to sleep?
>other

Rolled 44

There's a slavery page on Wookiepedia.

Huh.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Slavery

>>24514402

>Where are you from, Jinka?

>>24514402

>Where did you come from Jinka?

Make small talk while clearing some space for Jinka's bag.

>>24514402
>>24514442
This
>Where are you from, Jinka?

>>24514402
Don't tell her about the money. Kids have a hard time keeping secrets.

Where did she come from and when does she want to go to sleep.

>>24514471
She finds out about the money, we cut her fucking tongue out if we have to. Not risking it all for this brat.

File: 1367186407336.jpg-(26 KB, 277x360, ackbar.jpg)

26 KB JPG

>>24514471
You don't think she's not really a slave, do you? Like maybe the Bothan thinks you're up to something and gets some midget alien to pose as a kid?

>>24514496
Jesus dude. We have low Charisma but not THAT low.

Take a chill.

>>24514522
we also have high willpower. Do what needs to be done.

>>24514522

That's not charisma thing, that's alignment thing.

But yeah.

>>24514496

villain pls.

>>24514632
>Father was a transport pilot. Don't know about my mom. Dad blasted off when we were young and then he got sick (indicate brother). We've been here since we were about your age. He's not a bad guy, the Bothan. Just do what he says and keep out of his jooma juice.

>>24514632

>>24514676

Not bad, not bad at all. I'll support this.

>>24514692
Best I could think of on the fly.Thanks.

>>24514632

"You've already met my brother. We're both from a vaporator farm few clicks off...a drugged Jawa shot our father with an ion blaster and our mother subsequently drunk herself to death. That's when the slavers took us.

In all, that was a pretty shit season."

(hm, I think that's maybe a bit too much.)

>>24514754
isn't bad, but I prefer >>24514676

>>24514754
Shit, I completely forgot the vaporator farms.

Let's combine the two:

>My father was a transport pilot and my mother owned an old vaporator farm. Dad blasted off when I was a kid and Sand People got to Mom. He got bit by a womp rat (indicate brother) and the Bothan took us in.

>>24514822
>>24514754
We could be Tatooine's first country music star with these backstories.

'I never knew my mother' you say 'my father was a transporter pilot, at least I think he was, I was a youngling back then. Anyway he drank and got in over his head in debt. To pay if off he sold us into slavery, two owners later and we're here with Reggie'

You expect some kind of reply, or at least a reaction, from Jinka, but she turns on her side and goes to sleep. It's a long night as you go back out and finish your work. By the time the sun rises the following morning and the last of the patrons trickle out you finally return to your bed. You get about an hour of sleep before you're woken up by Tarlin. Jinka is nowhere to be seen.

'Get up brother' he says 'Reggie wants us out front'

>What does he want?
>Get up and go.
>What about Jinka?
>other

>>24514960
>What does he want?
>Get up and go.

>>24514982

Seconding

>>24514976
>What does he want?
>Get up and go.

>>24514976

>What does he want?
>Get up and go.

And make sure our stash of credits are still there when we're done with whatever Reggie wants

File: 1367188421889.jpg-(20 KB, 400x279, toldyou.jpg)

20 KB JPG

>>24514976

File: 1367188784375.jpg-(58 KB, 635x520, -_Eventually_-______23.01.2013.jpg)

58 KB JPG

>>24515047

You watch too many holo-romances. It's just another busy day at the Furry Reggie's Bed n Breakfast

'He needs you to go with Jinka on a sandhunt' he says

Sand hunts consist of driving around on a speeder all day shooting whatever critters you can find. It can be quite fun.

Feeling light headed from lack of sleep you roll out of bed and wander out front. You're already dressed. You find a Dug by the name of Godebba sitting at the counter with Reggie. Old buddies sharing a drink. Jinka stands behind them sweeping the floors. She looks up at you and gives a small wave.

'Ahhh, Rhalin!' drones Reggie tipsily, still awake from last night. 'Go with Godebba's boys and get hunting. Don't come back until you get something work a few credits, got that?'

>Yessir.
>Do I get a blaster this time?
>Are you sure this is safe for Jinka?
>other

>>24515155
>Do I get a blaster this time?

>>24515155
>Yessir.
"Looking for anything particular today?"

>>24515155
>Yes sir.

Also, is this really safe for Jinka?

>>24515163
Don't give it away, man.

>>24515155

>Do I get a blaster this time?
fuck we use last time a rock?

>>24515155

>Yessir.
>Do I get a blaster this time?

We'll look out for Jinka while we show her the ropes

File: 1367189127286.png-(328 KB, 828x603, bear_hands_by_rowleen-d2zfi73.png)

328 KB PNG

>>24515185
Our bear hands.

>>24515185
Sometimes you get one. Sometimes you don't. When you don't you drive.

Aaannd I have to sleep. Will archive.

>>24515256

Boooooooooooooo

>>24515256

1/5. Weak.

>>24515264
Sorry, bro.

It's 23.50pm where I am right now.

>>24515289

When will you continue, OP? Next week?

>>24515340
Tomorrow.

>>24515347

Cool. I should be off work by then. See you tomorrow!