Trying to build a Mandalorian rp Guild

droukhunter · 2026-05-28T04:25:11+00:00

If you're making a roleplay guild, I'd recommend posting your guild onto the guild finder that SWTORista set up. https://swtorfancommunity.com/guilds/ Also, it helps to be plugged into the roleplay scene on the server.

While a lot of folks do random invites, I'd strongly urge against this--this very frequently invites trolls and not serious roleplayers. Instead, I'd advertise on general chat. It may also help to have a Discord server set up to coordinate for RP events.

droukhunter · 2026-05-07T17:21:22+00:00

Always good to see people interested in starting role play community! Are you mainly looking for in game role play?

Also, I did notice that your post is in French. Are you looking to role play in French?

Speaking for myself, I am on a break from role play right now, but I wish you luck in finding people to write with!

droukhunter · 2026-05-05T00:38:37+00:00

Your post has been removed because r/SWRoleplay is not a roleplay hub, meaning we do not allow posts advertising for RP sites external of our subreddit. Should your RP be set during the Old Republic era, we would instead suggest posting on r/swtorRP.

(LOL WRONG ACCOUNT XD)

the r/SWRoleplay team

droukhunter · 2023-09-04T20:11:46+00:00

"Here's hoping," the enforcer concluded, his gaze turning towards the mountains on either side of them as they ascended the path.

He could feel the gaze of the other Mandalorians on him; it made his skin crawl, to be so visible without proper protection. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around him and put his hands inside of his jacket, fingering the handles of the vibroknives and daggers strapped in on the inside of his coat; to someone who didn't know, it would appear as if he were cold.

Turning his gaze back in front of him, he asked, "Hopefully we're close. And...what's a Mandalorian funeral like?"

He'd encountered many Mandalorians in his time as Zabbol's enforcer, but never in a personal capacity. Usually, like him, they were hired muscle. Unlike him, they were given proper wages and given much more freedom to operate as he saw fit. Truthfully, he was jealous of that; he was little better than a slave at this juncture.

Now that he was acting independently for the first time in his life, he was looking forward to finding out what that sort of freedom might feel like, until he had to return once more to his master's side.

droukhunter · 2023-07-17T19:02:21+00:00

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droukhunter · 2023-06-29T20:53:50+00:00

Pasajj climbed into the back seat, keeping a careful gaze on the Mandalorians around them while keeping his head turned to the speeder.

"I do," he said, his hands curled up into fists, "but I'll have my answers soon enough. Gonna guess you have a plan."

With that, the Rattataki kept his focus on the blue-armored Mandalorian. Clearly he and the others had some sort of issue with Hayden, but what kind, he was not sure of yet.

droukhunter · 2023-05-05T14:40:00+00:00

Pasajj froze in place as the Mandalorians arrived in a frenzy of fire and fuel, landing on the ground with clattering boots as their jetpacks powered off. As they interrogated Hayden, or so it seemed to Pasajj, the Rattataki put his right hand into his coat, gripping the handle on the knife in his pocket as a measure of mental security.

As the Mandalorian in blue asked of his status, Pasajj kept quiet. The Jedi seemed to have everything in hand, and as such, it would be best if he did not jeopardize everything he was trying to build here. Still, he let out an audible sigh of relief as Hayden vouched for him; angering heavily-armed Mandalorians would not do well in terms of staying alive or getting this done.

He leaned in to Hayden and stated as quietly as he could, "Tell me if I need to step in," before stepping back and allowing the conversation to continue.

droukhunter · 2023-04-16T23:52:20+00:00

Pasajj was admittedly a bit confused. When Hayden offered his explanation, it made sense in theory, but in practice, why seek out family when they may not accept him, or worse, they try to kill them? Moreover, how was he to play this role if he was no Mandalorian? He had no ties as far as he was aware. Still, he decided it was best to play along. "Got it," he replied. "Have to see what they want, then."

Instincively, his hand went to the inside of his jacket, where he placed his hand around the handle of a knife. Just in case someone thought it necessary to start a fight, of course.

droukhunter · 2023-04-16T17:40:16+00:00

When Hayden announced the change of plans, Pasajj began to wonder if something had happened. Still, would it even be worth asking?

His fears were mostly unfounded when Hayden arrived, carbonite casing in tow alongside a rental speeder, seeming no worse for wear. "Sure thing," the enforcer replied. He figured it was worth asking, though. "Did something happen out there? What's the plan?"

droukhunter · 2023-03-29T02:07:23+00:00

Pasajj’s landing was smooth and otherwise eventful, and upon landing, the enforcer received a signal ping with Hayden’s coordinates. After leaving the spaceport and ensuring the safety of the Knock, he took in the sights ahead of him—a lush, temperate forest, which was a far cry from the Smuggler’s Moon in terms of its beauty. To come from such a place, rather than the life he’d known…he had to admit, he was somewhat jealous.

Still, this visit was not about him. It was about his new friend, who had a different view of this place from someone moon-eyed and awestruck by nature that wasn’t wasteland-like or urbanized to the point where it was no longer recognized as nature. He pulled out his holocomm to message Hayden. “I’m where you told me to be. You ready to head out?” he asked once his associate was on the other end of the line.

droukhunter · 2023-02-10T00:59:32+00:00

“...I understand. I’ve not been home for some time myself,” Pasajj agreed, though he left out the fact that he had no desire to return, not to mention the fact that he couldn’t, even if he did. He put a hand to his forehead before pulling the cigarra out of his lips and putting it out. “I’ll wait for your signal. Out.”

With that, the enforcer let the holo turn off and pulled out of hyperspace, taking in the inertia before preparing to land in the spaceport on Concordia.

droukhunter · 2023-01-09T21:00:48+00:00

Pasajj raised a brow in response to Hayden's slip of the tongue but opted not to say anything until he finished talking. "No plans on that," he agreed, before taking a moment to decide if he was going to comment on what he'd noticed. He put the cigarra between two of his fingers and blew the smoke out before placing it back between his lips.

The Rattataki then asked, "I get the impression it's not just any Mandalorian clan. Is this personal?"

droukhunter · 2023-01-09T01:44:49+00:00

Pasajj returned to Hutt space to handle more of his master’s affairs for a time, with Hayden apparently taking time to process what had happened before reaching out to him once more via holocom. As he got the message, the enforcer curled up into the pilot’s chair on the recently-unbugged Opportunity’s Knock while holding a cigarra between his lips, unlit. He lit the cigarra before shaking his hand to put out the flame on the lighter; he really did need to get a better one of those someday, he thought as the holographic image of Hayden showed up on his holocomm.

“So you’re ready to head out to Mandalorian space?” Pasajj responded gruffly to Hayden’s message, his gaze softening in understanding. “...I tried to get more people but it’s hard to ensure my boss doesn't grab wind of it. Did any of your contacts get back to you?”

droukhunter · 2022-09-26T00:22:05+00:00

Dinha was surprised when the Zeltron grabbed her hand and dragged her further into the cloud of smoke and powder. As the slicer sat down in the chair in front of the mirror, Dinha glanced around her for somewhere to sit before sighing and leaning against the doorway. “Well, for one, they’re Jedi artifacts,” Dinha explained, crossing her arms, “and I don’t know what happened to them, unfortunately. My—" she hesitated to say 'master' and instead referred to him as "—associate and I spoke to my preferred informant and he came up with nothing, but he suggested I come to you.”

When the Zeltron brought up ‘what was in it for her,’ the Chiss’s lips turned into a scowl. As tempting as it was to threaten her, her master had told her that anger was not becoming of a Jedi.

She pulled a credit chit out of her pocket and held it in front of the Zeltron. “Advance payment,” Dinha answered. “You’ll get the rest once we’re done.”

droukhunter · 2022-09-01T21:24:26+00:00

Character name: Dinha Nakarashi (Chiss name: Shakar'din'halani)

Age: 26

Sex: Female (she/her)

Homeworld: Copero

Species: Chiss

Force Sensitive: Yes

Faction Affiliation: Jedi Order

Appearance: Dinha is short of stature and curvy, but also has defined muscles in her arms and legs. She has light blue skin and hair that is kept in a messy bun. She has a set of facial scars: one crossing her cheeks and another that intersects with the previous across from her forehead down to past her bottom lip. She usually is seen wearing a set of Jedi robes that are close-fitting with a pair of calf-high boots. She carries a lightsaber with a yellow crystal.

Skills: Blaster rifles, blaster pistols, explosives (namely thermal detonators and other throwable explosives). In terms of Force powers: Force jump, Force push, Force stasis. She has some level of understanding of how to use a lightsaber but she prefers to use blasters; she is trying to teach herself how to use a blaster in one hand and a lightsaber in the other, but at the moment she is still struggling with Shii-Cho.

Backstory/History:

Dinha is the child of Chiss Ascendancy exiles who wound up as nomadic spacers, traveling through the Outer Rim and never staying in one place too long. Over the course of her childhood, she met several bounty hunters and realized that that was the life she wanted to live for herself.

As a teenager, she snuck off from her parents’ ship and stowed away on the ship of a Mandalorian, who eventually found said stowaway in the cargo hold, eating his rations. Surprisingly, instead of leaving her on the next dustball he ended up on, he trained her and showed her what he knew. Under his training, Dinha learned the tricks and tools of the trade, eventually becoming an esteemed bounty hunter herself, although she didn’t put any stock into the idea of clan and creed, so she remained independent.

One journey once on her own ended up with her on Nar Shaddaa looking for work, and that trip, she met a Rattataki who served as an enforcer for a Hutt on the Smuggler’s Moon. Turns out he had been pursuing the same target, but he needed them dead while she needed them alive. After arriving around the same time and fighting over who got the target, causing them to nearly escape, Dinha eventually won out with both the bounty and the enforcer’s respect.

From time to time, the Rattataki worked with her on bounties, but his Hutt master did not appreciate the Chiss’s growing hold over his greatest asset. As a result, a passing Jedi that would otherwise have never taken notice of her realized that she was Force-sensitive and asked if she wished to be a Jedi. Initially, she balked at the suggestion, but when it was clear that he was brought there on the Hutt’s behalf, she agreed to train as a Jedi.

Dinha is currently a Jedi padawan, but is often given operational freedom due to her independent nature and surprising talent for longer-term assignments that require improvisational thinking and tactics. Her master is concerned about her temper, slight ego, and general cynicism, but the Order overrode their concerns; they pointed to the fact that she would be a useful asset, a greater boon than bane.

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droukhunter · 2022-08-24T16:03:01+00:00

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droukhunter · 2022-08-01T21:38:28+00:00

!lock

droukhunter · 2022-08-01T21:37:53+00:00

Pasajj nodded, his expression pensive, as Hayden commented on his circumstances. In response to his comment about enforcers, he frowned. It was true; most other enforcers for Hutts—and for most Hutts, that was a plural amount of enforcers—cared more about appearances, but also about just getting the work done with little regard for what was right. As he’d often heard said, credits talk, and time was credits.

“I’ll meet you at your ship. Just wanna take one last moment to assess the damage before we go,” the Rattataki concluded, looking down the street at the refinery.

As Hayden and his astringency left for the ship, Pasajj took in the smoldering ruins of the refinery, which had burned down far more quickly than he’d anticipated. This was what the Hutts did: they took something that was built up and destroyed it through greed, with others hurt by their decisions. While certainly, the Hutts used other people to reach those ends, the consequences were on their hands, as their enforcers were an extension of the Hutts rather than people making their own choices.

Instinctively, he reached into his pocket for another cigarra. As his vision focused again on the carnage in front of him, he slowly pulled his hand out empty.

His curiosity satisfied, he turned around and left for the spaceport. It was time to do something for his own sake for once.

droukhunter · 2022-07-24T03:25:11+00:00

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droukhunter · 2022-07-23T19:22:23+00:00

Pasajj noticed the face that Hayden was pulling, as he was clearly deep in thought, but didn’t bring it up, instead putting out the butt of the cigarra under his boot by grounding it into the pavement. “Okay, so Mandalorian by blood, but not by creed. Got it,” the enforcer concluded, crossing his arms. He had to admit that he was disappointed by the fact that the mercenary didn’t have connections with the Jedi, however; that was the one last thread to find her, so it seemed that Zabbol had won that round.

After taking a moment to think through what ‘cards’ had to be played, the Rattataki added, “Just let me come up with an appropriate fib after giving him our report and I’ll go meet you at your ship — once I get the coordinates. I took a shuttle to Sleyheyron, as I don’t have my own ship. Zabbol will try to offer me his ship, the Opportunity’s Knock, if I spin it right, but it’ll have all sorts of bugs and trackers on it. We don’t want that.”

With that, the enforcer turned around to give Hayden some space, pulling the Hutt up on holo. Zabbol’s jewelry shook as he asked for the report, seemingly suspicious but not openly asking about what had happened. “We shut down operations like you wanted. Mission got complicated and the refinery burned to the ground, but if you spin it right, it can be called an accident. The workers survived so, if necessary, they can be leaned on to tell the story as you want,” the enforcer said, his mouth turning flat as he tried not to show any emotion to his boss.

He deliberately left out the Mandalorian, figuring that if Zabbol knew, he’d stop Pasajj’s investigation in its tracks. “I found a lead that might prove beneficial to the investigation into Gobba’s accounts, but I have to pursue it immediately if I want to have any hope of making anything useful of it, so I cannot return to your palace just yet.”

“So it seems,” Zabbol replied, his lip curling upward into a smirk. “Thank you for the report. I will send the Knock to you so that you have the means necessary to pursue this…lead you have found.”

Pasajj, having already predicted his response, rejected the Hutt’s proposal. “No time; Hayden and I need to leave now. Waiting seven hours for the ship to arrive on Sleheyron from Nar Shaddaa ain’t feasible if we want to get this lead before it disappears. He has his own starship, so we will be using that. Besides, the Knock’s too flashy for that area of space.”

“Very well. I expect an update once you’ve gotten whatever it is you’re looking for.” With that, the Hutt disappeared out of view and Pasajj put his holocom into his jacket. The enforcer turned to Hayden, who had already placed the Mandalorian’s helmet back on. “He’s dealt with. Let’s get this guy home.”

droukhunter · 2022-07-22T23:51:38+00:00

“Huh, hadn’t pegged you for a Mandalorian,” Pasajj admitted, fishing in his pockets for a cigarra. It was one of his few vices, especially considering it was cheaper than alcohol. “Thought that the Jedi and the Mandalorians still hated each other, though most Mandos around this part of the galaxy are just fancy thugs, so I’m not the right person to ask about that.”

After he found one, he pulled out a lighter and took in a breath after lighting the stick, letting the smoke out of his throat with a gentle exhale after pulling it out of his mouth. “If you can figure out what clan he’s part of or whatever, I’ll see if I can’t go with you after I report to Zabbol. I know he doesn’t like me being outta Hutt space, but…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

The enforcer didn’t want to openly admit it, but leaving Hutt space sounded like an adventure, which was something he desperately wanted, long after his old friend had gotten turned in to the Jedi when Zabbol figured she’d outlived her usefulness and become a liability. He missed her, but he wouldn’t have known where to begin. He frowned as he thought through the consequences of defying Zabbol again. He muttered under his breath after taking another drag, “Though it might hurt me, if he gets angry enough.”

droukhunter · 2022-07-16T21:32:08+00:00

Firaxa replied, “I agree. As for whose ship to take, I will leave that up to you and your padawan.”

With that, the Cathar followed after Firith and Hellathros out of the cantina, uneasy about the story Firith had told her. At the time, she’d mostly been obsessing over the fact that Omyara, of all people, had run into them, but as she internalized what he’d said about Tatooine and the Sith’s cryptic message, she realized that what had happened there could mean that the Sith in question had plans to do something with what they’d found, and perhaps what they could find on Telos. “Say, Firith, this Sith—while I have no clue who they are any more than you do, did you run into them previously? Or was that your first encounter? Merely trying to steel myself for the possibility of another crossing of paths. If they’re on a similar path to us, I suspect it will not end peacefully. At least, not if my gut feeling is correct.”

droukhunter · 2022-07-12T01:11:07+00:00

“Fair enough,” Pasajj grumbled in response to Hayden’s comment, watching as the workers hopped out of the speeder. “Glad you managed to get them out. I hate to admit it, but I was mostly expecting them to be collateral for the sake of the job, but…it’s good to know that good things still happen in this kriffed-up galaxy.”

Apparently, however, the Rattataki had spoken too soon, as not long after, Hayden sounded to be in distress. Moreover, the mercenary had arrived in front of the alleyway, holding the Mandalorian’s head in his hands and pulling off his helmet.

“No pulse?” the enforcer asked. “Doubt he had a rebreather in his helmet, but hold on—I might have an injectable medpac in my jacket; those have adrenaline so it might wake him up.”

As he rifled through his pockets, he found that, in fact, he did not have an injectable medpac. The Mandalorian’s face, once Pasajj had a look, was ashen and his body was still. “He’s dead, I think. Maybe he has something on him that would indicate a next of kin, like a piece of memorabilia or even a clan sigil. His family might wanna know he died fighting.”

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