Post by umcorian on Aug 27, 2007 13:32:38 GMT -5
Name: Jaco McVade
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5'11
Weight: 170
Profession: Freelance Mercenary/Pilot/Fallen Jedi
Appearance: Jaco is a youthful looking young man with slick, fiery red hair and a pointed countenance. His left eye is blue while his right is a perplexing emerald green. Though not physically intimidating, his body is tightly wired around his bones; he looks like he could give any professional althlete a run for their money ... in just about any activity.
Though he doesn't appear to have a lightsaber, he is far from unarmed. Holstered on each hip are twin SMG 10 Custom Model Heavy Blasters. Upon his back is a massive, wicked looking vibrosword over six-feet long and nearly six inches thick. It is polished to a black shine, a fine cortosis weave visible just by looking. Vs. any typical lightsaber, it should hold its own just fine.
Birth place: Nar Shadda
Ship Name: Widowmaker II
Bio:
Jaco is born on Nar Shadda, the slave boy to Hindala the Hutt, one of the few female hutts in power. He is little more than an object for her to look at and, when he got older, occasionally served her and her guests drink.
At the age of 8, Jaco watches as a Jedi Master enters Hindala's headquarters and places them under arrest on behalf of the Old Republic (if they are still in power). They have been funding a sith lord's experiments - or anything you might decide - and are to stand trial for it. Naturally, Hindala laughs and orders the Jedi Master killed. The Jedi Master, in turn, slaughters her and her entire syndicate. The Jedi Master doesn't harm those who cower, flee... or stand before him, confused, as Jaco did.
The Jedi Master - who you may name as plot significant or not - sees the force strongly in Jaco. During the battle, Jaco had taken a scratch to his elbow from falling. The Jedi Master took a sample of his blood and noticed the mitochlorian count was extremely high - few had ever had higher.
Searching for the boys origins, he found record of a father who had sold him to Hindala to settle a spice debt, so any momentary excitement about him possibly being the proficized chosen one was squashed... nonetheless, the boy was a condunt of force energy, and needed guidence.
Jaco did not take to Jedi training, nor to the Jedi Code well. While the Jedi preached controlling emotions, he quickly grew frustrated with the idea that any emotion led to the dark side of the force. He then grew frustrated with his frustration... for frustration led to despair and despair led to anger and anger... blah blah blah. He was a poor student, constantly talking back to his masters - yet they took him in stride, despite growing concerns.
When he was 13, Jaco was already more powerful than the vast majority of his fellow students, despite only five years of training. He was at the age that a Master would adopt him. Yet, no one approached him. No teacher looked on the back-talking Jaco favorably.
His 14th birthday came and went... and he was called in to speak with the Jedi Council... about what, he already knew. He would not become a Jedi. He would be trained to be a doctor, a magisitrate... an agricultural administrator on some distant world. He'd become a nobody - one of the most powerful nobodies in the galaxy.
He shunned the Jedi Council that fateful day and, instead, went to the temple to practice. There, he met Aliston Maines, a student Jaco didn't particularly like. They had had a friendly rivalry since Jaco had first arrived as a student. Aliston, unknowing of Jaco's recently decided fate, went on and on about how the Jedi Master, who had discovered Jaco, had taken Aliston to be his padawan learner and how, combined with the Maines family fortune and the training he would get from the Jedi Master, he would make such a difference in the galaxy. They then took to the practice arena with their lightsabers to gently practice some routine excersizes.
Jaco took everything in stride, calm of face, but his insides were on fire. He had never felt so enraged, so humiliated and so betrayed. When Aliston asked Jaco, over a light spar, who had chosen him as a Padawan, Jaco replied coldly: "No one's going to take me." Then, Aliston merely shrugged and said lightly: "Well, you'll certainly make a fine diplomat, won't you?" To this day, Jaco wouldn't know whether Aliston had tried to insult him, or make him feel better. All he knew was suddenly the spar he had begun became a fight to the death, despite Aliston's cries for help and protests. Fear consumed Aliston while rage billowed forth from Jaco as though he were a portal to the dark side itself. Aliston had time for one last scream as his lightsaber was knocked aside and his head severed cleanly from his shoulders.
Too young to be charged with murder, the Jedi Order demanded urgent counciling of Jaco. He was not punished, and though concern had reached a critical level, the Jedi Council would not give up on the poor slave boy who had had such a hard upbringing... and so much untamed power. Jaco, too distraught and disgusted with what he had done, fled before the Jedi could console him and straighten him out.
Ten years has past and Jaco has become a man, ableit a lost, confused young one. His talents leave him a much desired man on the fringes of life, and his lack of morals and scruples only help. No job is too disgusting or beneath him so long as the money is there. He has forsaken his Jedi roots, including his lightsaber. He has replaced it with a massive vibroblade with a cortossis weave, and though able to stand toe-to-toe with Jedi, he is more at home with his preferred weapons, his dual-blasters. Everytime he draws his sword, he's reminded of how he failed his masters on the Jedi Council.