And thus, the thing got made.
Please note — Revan's character is light-sided here (SWTOR canon...
Please note — Revan's character is light-sided here (SWTOR canon...
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Prologue of the prologue.
And thus, the thing got made.
Please note — Revan's character is light-sided here (SWTOR canon, and so on), keep that in mind while voting. If one of the Imperial backgrounds wins, it will be played accordingly.
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You are Revan, and you are fighting.
You don't know what are you fighting for. You don't know who are you fighting with. You don't know where are your friends and companions, and even where are you. But there is one thing you know for certain — your enemy must die.
He is not willing to die, however. You fight for what seems like ages, slashing, parrying and using Force to bring the scum down with little success. He blocks every your attack, evades every your attempt to use the Force against him and leaves a little jab or cut every time he attacks. The surroundings are illuminated only by your sabers, but you can see — you can feel — the thick aura surrounding him. The aura of pure darkness.
He is stronger than you, that you have to admit. The dark side gives him strength while you can't reach a single ounce of light in wherever you are. You are wounded, tired and alone, while your enemy seems fresh as new on his home turf. Yet you still fight, like you fought Mandalore, like you fought Malak, like you fought...
You suddenly remember who are you fighting right now.
The enemy hisses in surprise as your sudden charge knocks him off balance, and roars as your saber cuts his hand clean. He unleashes a lightning, throwing you away, but most of it is absorbed by your sword, and you remain on your feet. You leap towards him, landing behind his back and turning towards him with a slash bastard's barely able to dodge. You advance with a quick series of swings, putting the enemy on defensive as he tries to repel your strikes with the Force and gets jabbed every time he's not quick enough.
You won't pull off such charge again — you know it, and you put everything in your roundhouse kick as the enemy gets the air knocked out of his lungs and falls down. Flipping your saber, you aim it at the wicked heart.
Your enemy blocks the attack with the Force, trying to fend your lightsaber off. But you use the Force too, and the beam of light reaches his chest, going deeper as you press on. The enemy screams in despair as your saber pierces the flesh--
And then you're suddenly pulled far away, away from your enemy and the long-awaited victory that was nearly in your grasp.
Well, shit.
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Landing — if the process you just went through could be called landing — went badly. Every muscle in your body is in pain, even the ones you never felt before. You're surrounded by cacaphony, your sight is a blur, and your nose burns as if you just tried to hug Zaalbar. You are twitching like sick, and even as your senses come back to you, you still feel like you've been tossed through a Star Forge conveyor belt. Oh, and your enemy is still alive... Who was he, by the way?
You try to reach out for memories, but find none — last thing you remember for certain is Republic brass awarding you with a Cross of Glory. After that you can only remember the battle with enemy.
Deciding to deal with your second amnesia later, you get up from the floor and realise one rather peculiar thing — your body still feels alien to you. After a brief examination you realise a less peculiar and more terrifying thing. You are in the wrong body.
You gasp, drinking in the realisation. Right after you get over it, you thoroughly explore the mind, trying to find traces of the body's rightful owner. You find nothing, no matter how hard you search. Still, you are disturbed — not to the point of hysteria, you're the Revan after all, but disturbed.
Well, at least the gender matches up. What gender were you before, by the way?
[]Male
[]Female
[]Gender is a lie, there is only passion
Yeah, it would be hard to forget that. Now, you get to analyze your surroundings. Where in the Force have you wound up?
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CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY:
[] Jedi Knight.
[] Jedi Consular.
[] Republic Trooper.
[] Intergalactic Manufactor... Okay, okay, Smuggler.
[] Sith Warrior.
[] Sith Inquisitor.
[] Imperial Agent.
[] Bounty Hunter.
Please note — Revan's character is light-sided here (SWTOR canon, and so on), keep that in mind while voting. If one of the Imperial backgrounds wins, it will be played accordingly.
==================
You are Revan, and you are fighting.
You don't know what are you fighting for. You don't know who are you fighting with. You don't know where are your friends and companions, and even where are you. But there is one thing you know for certain — your enemy must die.
He is not willing to die, however. You fight for what seems like ages, slashing, parrying and using Force to bring the scum down with little success. He blocks every your attack, evades every your attempt to use the Force against him and leaves a little jab or cut every time he attacks. The surroundings are illuminated only by your sabers, but you can see — you can feel — the thick aura surrounding him. The aura of pure darkness.
He is stronger than you, that you have to admit. The dark side gives him strength while you can't reach a single ounce of light in wherever you are. You are wounded, tired and alone, while your enemy seems fresh as new on his home turf. Yet you still fight, like you fought Mandalore, like you fought Malak, like you fought...
You suddenly remember who are you fighting right now.
The enemy hisses in surprise as your sudden charge knocks him off balance, and roars as your saber cuts his hand clean. He unleashes a lightning, throwing you away, but most of it is absorbed by your sword, and you remain on your feet. You leap towards him, landing behind his back and turning towards him with a slash bastard's barely able to dodge. You advance with a quick series of swings, putting the enemy on defensive as he tries to repel your strikes with the Force and gets jabbed every time he's not quick enough.
You won't pull off such charge again — you know it, and you put everything in your roundhouse kick as the enemy gets the air knocked out of his lungs and falls down. Flipping your saber, you aim it at the wicked heart.
Your enemy blocks the attack with the Force, trying to fend your lightsaber off. But you use the Force too, and the beam of light reaches his chest, going deeper as you press on. The enemy screams in despair as your saber pierces the flesh--
And then you're suddenly pulled far away, away from your enemy and the long-awaited victory that was nearly in your grasp.
Well, shit.
===================
Landing — if the process you just went through could be called landing — went badly. Every muscle in your body is in pain, even the ones you never felt before. You're surrounded by cacaphony, your sight is a blur, and your nose burns as if you just tried to hug Zaalbar. You are twitching like sick, and even as your senses come back to you, you still feel like you've been tossed through a Star Forge conveyor belt. Oh, and your enemy is still alive... Who was he, by the way?
You try to reach out for memories, but find none — last thing you remember for certain is Republic brass awarding you with a Cross of Glory. After that you can only remember the battle with enemy.
Deciding to deal with your second amnesia later, you get up from the floor and realise one rather peculiar thing — your body still feels alien to you. After a brief examination you realise a less peculiar and more terrifying thing. You are in the wrong body.
You gasp, drinking in the realisation. Right after you get over it, you thoroughly explore the mind, trying to find traces of the body's rightful owner. You find nothing, no matter how hard you search. Still, you are disturbed — not to the point of hysteria, you're the Revan after all, but disturbed.
Well, at least the gender matches up. What gender were you before, by the way?
[]Male
[]Female
[]Gender is a lie, there is only passion
Yeah, it would be hard to forget that. Now, you get to analyze your surroundings. Where in the Force have you wound up?
===================
CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY:
[] Jedi Knight.
[] Jedi Consular.
[] Republic Trooper.
[] Intergalactic Manufactor... Okay, okay, Smuggler.
[] Sith Warrior.
[] Sith Inquisitor.
[] Imperial Agent.
[] Bounty Hunter.
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- Location
- Tel'aran'rhiod
[X]Male
[X] Bounty Hunter.
Best class
[X] Bounty Hunter.
Best class
I just looked at Revan quests written before me and thought «Damn, I'm missing the trend again».
Seriously though, I just thought if others write them, I can write them too.
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- Location
- Virginia
[X] Male
[X] Sith Inquisitor
[X] Sith Inquisitor
- Location
- Somewhere
[X] Female
[X] Sith Warrior.
[X] Sith Warrior.
[X] Male
[X] Jedi Knight.
[X] Jedi Knight.
[X] Male
[X] Intergalactic Manufactor... Okay, okay, Smuggler.
a jedi smuggler? Hell yes!
[X] Intergalactic Manufactor... Okay, okay, Smuggler.
a jedi smuggler? Hell yes!
[X] Female
[X] Sith Warrior.
[X] Sith Warrior.
- Location
- Philippines
[X] Male
[X] Sith Inquisitor
[X] Sith Inquisitor
[X] Male
[X] Jedi Consular.
[X] Jedi Consular.
- Location
- Florida
[X] Male
[X] Sith Inquisitor
[X] Sith Inquisitor
[X] Male
[X] Jedi Consular.
There's no way anyone will notice anything wrong if a Jedi or Sith starts acting different and feeling odd in the force.
[X] Jedi Consular.
There's no way anyone will notice anything wrong if a Jedi or Sith starts acting different and feeling odd in the force.
OverReactionGuy
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[X]Female
[X] Republic Trooper.
This way Revan gets to yell Carths favorite line!
For the republic!
She would also be voiced by the same girl that voiced female Shepard.
[X] Republic Trooper.
This way Revan gets to yell Carths favorite line!
For the republic!
She would also be voiced by the same girl that voiced female Shepard.
- Location
- Surabaya, Indonesia
So yeah torn between Knight, Warrior, and Inquisitor.
With the Knight we got the whole "Destined to kill Emperor" and seemingly being the main character / "face" of SWTOR. Knight is pretty much seen as pseudo KOTOR 3 by most fans. Also Scourge joining for max shenanigans.
With the Warrior we'll get an excellent chance to backstab the Emperor as his Wrath, also again the sheer hilarity of Revan working as his Wrath. Also Light Side Warrior is suave as fuck, heck Light Side Imperial in general is the best in term of characterization.
The Inquisitor has the potential to get hax real quick, can you imagine Revan empowered by a bunch of Force Ghosts? And that Rakata modification to our body as well, oh and immortality too. Basically the science and magic hax route, and since we're Revan our lightsaber skill should be among the top duelists.
With the Knight we got the whole "Destined to kill Emperor" and seemingly being the main character / "face" of SWTOR. Knight is pretty much seen as pseudo KOTOR 3 by most fans. Also Scourge joining for max shenanigans.
With the Warrior we'll get an excellent chance to backstab the Emperor as his Wrath, also again the sheer hilarity of Revan working as his Wrath. Also Light Side Warrior is suave as fuck, heck Light Side Imperial in general is the best in term of characterization.
The Inquisitor has the potential to get hax real quick, can you imagine Revan empowered by a bunch of Force Ghosts? And that Rakata modification to our body as well, oh and immortality too. Basically the science and magic hax route, and since we're Revan our lightsaber skill should be among the top duelists.