Post by Lord Nova on Mar 9, 2010 15:16:18 GMT -5
Name: Nova - Jericho Mak
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220lbs
Appearance:
As a youth on Apatros he wore simple white and brown tunics provided by his father. His skin is tanned to the point of being dark. At this time his hair was of padawan trim and red color. After his time with Jabuun on Tarris he wears black plated tunic with an unorthodox Krayt dragon helmet. His hair is longer now and his muscles are defined. By the time he had studied the teachings of Dark Jedi and learned to master a lightasaber he had unorthodox Jedi robes. He carries his single blade at his side while concealing the other in his sleeve.
Young Jericho as a Dark Jedi Bounty Hunter on Tarris - www.kokororeflections.com/images/rotate/ganondorf.gif
Jericho at current age -
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Birth place: Apatros
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi - Marauder
Bio:
Jericho was born to a wealthy bar owner on the planet Apatros. His Mother owned and operated the complex under direct affiliation with the Republic. His father, Waln Mak, served the Jedi order long before becoming a Dark Jedi as a Jedi Knight before turning away after giving in to his anger and striking down his former master. The records say they were in a dispute about if Jedi should be allowed to father children. Waln's master attempted to turn him over to the council because Jericho was conceived. Waln allowed his rage to take him as he struck down the Jedi and fled to his home planet of Apatros. Waln admittedly accepted what he had done wasn't the Jedi way, but he wouldn't accept he was evil because of that. Nearly all Jedi percieved the order slightly different, but he wouldn't sacrifice his family over the code.
Jericho's mother was a wealthy shareholder in the Hutt business empire, having sufficient funds they built the bar and supplied the miners with a reprieve. In the Expansive mining world Jericho Mak would begin his training as a Jedi. And even though his father was warranted by the Republic he was a firm believer in the way of the Jedi. Jericho began his training as a child after his father could sense the force in the boy.
His father focused on the teachings of the Jedi to instill light in him, not giving him a training saber until he was seven. By this age Jericho was pretty much a carefree youth, oblivious to galactic affairs. And even though his father instilled the ways of the Jedi in him Jericho was slightly arrogant because of his easy life style. His mother was extremely affectionate toward Jericho, showing him kindness even when his father taught him to exclude such strong feelings of attachment. Being his father taught him in this manor, he was a bit more distant to him, but still very adoring of his master.
Though soon enough this would change, crime was on a small rise in the outer rim and there were a few rumors of there maybe being dark jedi still out there somewhere, people couldn't hire enough bounty hunters. So on Jericho's eighth birthday a bounty hunter followed his mother back home before putting her to sleep with a dart. Waln deflected his dart with one swoop of his lightsaber and tried to engage the bounty hunter.
Waln was forced to retreat when a blaster was pressed to his wife's unconscious forehead. At that moment Jericho's arrogance forced him to lunge in the room, training saber raised... And in turn causing his mothers death. Her blood splattered the young boy's face and all was still. His father turned to him, rage built, then to the bounty hunter and for a moment Jericho believed his father would have struck him down. In this moment the Bounty hunter would escape. Jericho couldn't fathom what his father was thinking. The man had loved his mother maybe even more than he, and surely more openly. It was like she had made him forget the ways of the Jedi, just a couple of adolescent love birds for all the years he'd been with them.
Waln fell to his knees then and wept as he held his wife's body. Jericho lay on the floor before him crying for hours until both he and his father fell asleep under the morning sun, Jericho caked in blood and his mother in the arms of a dark man. When the boy awoke he realized he had been cleaned and his mother was gone, all traces were as well. He found his father loading a speeder bike. Jericho stood in the shadows of the morning sun. His father had changed completely. From what he could see Waln's eyes were yellow and his skin glowed with resonating power.
When Waln was gone Jericho wandered back into the house, he was too young to understand the entirety of what had happened but his rage was prominent It was then that he vowed he would never allow his arrogance to blind him again.
Several days later an elated Waln returned. And to Jericho's despair the father he had once known was gone, replaced by a new darker energy proved Waln Mak was indeed non existent. From here Jericho would also develop into a darker person under the new training. No longer did Waln mention the morality of the Jedi, instead forcing his son to train with a saber and become strong with force manipulation, even teaching him the basics of harnessing Force lightening. Unfortunately Jericho couldn't summon that power until his father had pushed him into a rage. He would send Jericho on venture that tested the limits of his adolescent body, he didn't dare protest for the memory of what he had done.
Because of this Jericho would be come to hate his father, an emotion he knew he had once been taught to suppress. It was almost as if Waln wanted Jericho to hate him. So Jericho focused these emotions to fuel his desire to end his hatred... to end his father. By the time the hardened Jericho was fifteen he had fought full fledged against his father so many times that he had scars that covered the entirety of his torso and limbs. The burden he carried on his head was staggering but he wouldn't let this stop him.
There were times when Jericho thought his anger would overwhelm him but the light that naturally existed dulled his hatred, eventually he no longer longed to kill his father or even hurt him. He believed it was because he had become accustomed to the endless training he underwent. His father seemed to sense this change, thus forcing him to fight him endlessly until Jericho either hurt him or he was killed.
Jericho's rage built steadily throughout the fight until it nearly climaxed when his father sent him tumbling with the force. He picked himself up one last time and his hatred erupted from his hands, at first as force pushing then Force lightening seared away from his hands tormenting the unrelenting Waln. Jericho soon realized his dark power and seceded. His father lay still before him, a torched mass. Jericho fell to his knees as memories of a kind father flooded back to him.
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"Why father! Why did you make me a monster?!" Jericho fell to his knees, regret spilling over. He could smell the seared flesh of the man before him. He could feel the heartbeat slowing, a sudden flash of anger and the heartbeat steadied slightly "Why did you make me one?" Were his fathers final muffled words before the heart collapsed. To this day Jericho does not know if he caused it or it was the lightening.
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Jericho returned to his home and collected his belongings before taking his fathers speeder bike and heading into Apatros and leaving on a Republic Cortosis transport. he realized what his father had done. He had purposely made Jericho dark, no other vengeance was adept in comparison. Many nights he would simply wonder about the life he could have had had his mother and father had no affiliation with the Jedi. Which in itself made Jericho detest the very ways he swore to uphold.
His transport would later arrive on the city world of Taris. Disembarking in an industrial sector of a lower classed city, Jericho would spend the next several weeks under the temporary employment of the Company’s ship he had stowed away on. Having been caught upon exiting the craft, he was forced with a decision. Face the local Hutt who controlled the economics of the city, or work for them carrying and storing the Cortosis and other arriving raw materials for later use, a slave.
Jericho could have easily subdued the guards but his mentality and reasoning preventing him from escaping. He knew a low profile was better than being found by the Jedi, the bounty hunter who murdered his mother surely had alerted the authorities of his existence. While working on Taris he was provided with food and an apartment with the working class. Had he received a pay check like others, it would be nearly all taken for his accommodations. This left the workers usually in a general bad mood; using what money they kept at the end of the week to get drunk in local bars. Apatros all over again…
Because of his general depression Jericho placed alright enough among them, save a few hot heads, which he knew wouldn’t physically start any thing considering what this “Hutt“ would do to them. After awhile though Jericho’s resolve returned and he eventually longed to leave the slums. And being that all ships were under continual surveillance stealing one was out of the question if he wanted to maintain a cover. He was desperate enough and knew he had to go to the one in power and strike a deal, and as he figured, a deal could be made in the interest of his secrecy with the Hutt.
The Hutt’s palace was easy enough to find, it was large and vibrant in activity. When Jericho neared he could see several Twi’lek dancers in the courtyard entertaining the beast and his friends. Jericho awaited nightfall in the confines of the elaborate palace. Hiding in the Hutt’s personal Lavatory, also taking note of its obvious disuse. After Jabuun the Hutt retired for the evening Jericho traversed the narrow hallway and entered the Hutt’s room, inadvertently setting off several pre placed alarms. Within seconds he would be surrounded by guards looking to kill.
Jabuun himself was small in proportion to his kindred, and not so obviously youthful. His body was perched aloft a golden cradle fitted with fresh pillows, a highly comical sight to behold if he hadn’t been knee deep in men pointing blaster pistols at him. Jabuun stared wide eyed at the youth before him; Jericho spoke several words before the men began grabbing at him. In despair he declared Jabuun must let him speak, but was waved away like some insolent servant. They yanked him backwards, an anger was building now, in defiance he pulled forward and spoke of a deal between Jabuun and a Force sensitive bounty hunter.
Had Jabuun’s arrogance not forced him to seek such an ally he would have ordered Jericho away and my story would have drastically changed. Jabuun raised a pudgy arm and the men stopped yanking at him. Jericho then said that if he could guarantee the Bounty Hunter work and pay then he would have a loyal servant. His demands weren’t great, a ship, a grant and a he could be working soon enough. But the Skeptic Hutt scoffed at this, it was unlikely to him this boy knew any force attuned people, let alone a bounty hunter that was force attuned. The men began Yanking at Jericho once more, this time the rage welled up in him with a great ferocity.
Jericho’s vision flickered as hatred welled in him. Everything that had happened to him was now cultivating through his emotions. Jericho swore once as a lightsaber flew from his sleeve, and in seconds his pursuers we sprawling for the door, several didn’t make more then two feet away as an unkempt Jericho cut through their ranks. His fathers words cut into him at that moment “Why did you make me one…”. Jabuun was delighted to see the demonstration and clapped gleefully, voicing an obvious liking in another language. In seconds a remorseless Jericho calmed himself and turned on the Hutt. In his head he spoke “The weak will hold no power over the strong…” Personally justifying his actions.
The room was now empty, aside from the protocol droid Jabuun was waving over. The ensuing night was wrought with promises of loyalty on both parts, and quite full of Jabuun’s ambitious dreams. Apparently Bounty hunters were in demand, ole Jabuun would have himself a personal Dark Jedi hunter. Jericho found out that Jabuun was in a clan war with his neighboring cousins on Taris. So by the age of sixteen Jericho received schooling on Jabuun’s enemies, basic weapons training, and was currently being school by a personal physical combat teacher. With the purchase of an ancient Dark Jedi text for his lightsaber tutelage, Jabuun was assuring his weapon would be thorough.
In doing so Jericho turned his back on the light side of the force, casting away his teachings. Justifying himself by blaming his father. After truly turning to the darkness within him Jericho became fond of the Hutt, Jabuun was crude, ambitious and exceedingly intelligent. All traits he would posses for himself in coming years. With his guise as a bounty hunter for a not so powerful Hutt from Tarris, his secret was kept as tension grew.
A draw back on the texts was that the Dark Jedi he was learning from was skilled in Jar'Kai, possibly the hardest of all forms to learn. His basic understanding of Jarkai helped him ease in though, instead of mastering a new style he decided to incorporate it into his Makashi style. In these years he trained his Makashi fighting style until he had become adept. Dark Jedi of the past weren’t well versed in his recent interest, a quest to obtain greater knowledge on the Force lightening attack he had used to cripple his father. So he would spend his days reading Philosophies of his predecessors and even a “Sith” race.
Jabuun encouraged him to get stronger, personally purchasing texts from the black market and creating Jericho a library and vault to house these items. The courtyard had a high wall built to conceal Jericho when he was saber training. And even installing a database on his ship for when he was away on assignment. In four years Jericho brought Jabuun’s status up to an interplanetary level. Unfortunately word spread of a fabled Ghost hand under the employment of Jabuun that eliminated his competition, this coupled with the threat of growing Mandalorian ranks. He decided he wouldn’t be found by the Jedi, even if they were foolish enough to accept the dark side.
So after loading a ship with the artifacts and texts decided to keep and set his normal ship on a hyperspace route that would cause it to fly directly through the deep core, clipping a sun. He programmed signal feed so it would seem the ships calculations had malfunctioned. So in the dead of night he departed Taris for Tatooine, a lead from one of his texts that stated possible Mandalorian gauntlets that would be unimaginably useful. There he hoped to unravel the secrets of the technology behind gloves that could actually hold a lightsaber’s blade in hand.
Upon arriving on Tatooine Jericho purchased new clothing, the light desert clothing was reminiscent of Jedi under robes. In a matter of hours his wild hair was tamed and his robes thrown away; if it weren’t for his muscle build he would fit the quota of just another moisture farmer. On Tatooine he took notice that the Sith empire was spreading, because they had several soldiers amongst the civilians in disguise. Always watching, calculating, waiting… the Sith were dignified in their aspects to Jericho. Jericho kept himself busy for many reasons. The burden he carried about his parents death, the fact that he had turned into just another bad guy. Why were the dark Jedi the bad guys just because they fed off what naturally exists in nature. The Jedi simply go about peace in a more passive manor, its factual not all beings are equal. You can’t have all beings thinking they’re equal to the Jedi. That’s why they will be overthrown for centuries to come.
But he we bound and determined to gain power so maybe one day he could change the Galaxy. According to texts, a tribe of Mandalorians existed on Tatooine that possessed the secrets to the Gauntlets. So Jericho purchased a speeder and departed for the northern side of Mos Espa, and out into the rolling sands toward the ancient tribe. Jericho doubted the Krayt dragon’s would live so close to civilization but these were the outlands, he kept his eyes open. He found a small cluster of buildings high on a plateau, they had obviously been ransacked many times over by the Tusken and Ewoks. All items of relative use were taken, leaving basically the books untouched. Amidst the books he found a single one relative to his search, it was second in an explanatory trilogy that explained making the gloves. The other two were either taken, destroyed, or irretrievably lost amidst the ruins.
Knowing the Mandalorians, it was far more likely the others were destroyed in efforts to keep whoever made the village a ruin from taking the secrets. The book described how to sub atomically take apart molecules and reassemble them with other material to strengthen them and flexi the material. But it did not state any materials that could be used. A safety mechanism, without the other two books the one is useless. But this was far from true. This knowledge could be used. He had read of ancient weapons and armor Jedi and Dark Jedi had used to aid them in combat. He himself desired to use this book to aid him in the creation of an armor resistant to blaster fire, and maybe even lightsabers. As Jericho left the ruins for his speeder he was too caught up in reading than to realize a clan of Tusken raiders had ambushed him.
The Tuskens were surprisingly skilled and coordinated, more so than you’d expect from such a primitive tribe. He managed to force rolled to cover behind a rising boulder, checking around the corner seconds later realizing three had advanced on him. He sprung like a trap and disarmed them, tossing the out of date weapons aside he engaged the trio in combat, and again they surprised him with surprising skill in combat, fluent and deadly… almost as if they were professionally trained. But it still was far from enough to combat a lightsaber. In just a few short seconds he found himself staring over the bodies of his enemies.
He looked up in time to see a Tusken taking aim, he could reach him if he force jumped. He Bound skyward only to be tore back into a painful reality, he could feel his right leg give way, when he landed his knee seemed non existent. Upon further inspection, the only thing that kept his leg attached were s a few folds of mangled skin and a shattered bone. He was sent sprawling as the beasts mounted his speeder. Using the pain to fuel his power Jericho threw his lightsaber into the bike causing it to explode, killing two of the Tuskens and inciting anger in the others. They advanced on him, and his training sense put him in gear. He stood weakly on one leg and force pushed the advancing group.
Though it came out as nothing more than as if they had been buffeted by a water wave. His years of focusing primarily on saber combat he knew was the result. And now he had foolishly cast his weapon away, now he couldn't even dual wield. He then withdrew his second saber on him, having been incorporating Niman, he would have been prepared to use both. The Tusken realized what it was and hesitated before raising their weapons and opening fire. Being well versed in combat he used his soresu skills to deflect the blasts killing all but one Tusken, the one who had taken his leg.
Jericho raised him with the force and looked deep into the mask “You were strong enough to take this from me, so you will be rewarded with my vengeance…” Jericho severed the man’s right leg and cast his wailing body aside, allowing him to live. After examining his leg he knew it would be impossible save, not even a prosthetic knee could put everything back together, the ligaments and nerve endings were eradicated. And as his anger subsided the pain hit him like a brick wall. Too Tuskens no less… Jericho was disgusted with his lack of ability to fend of a primitive tribe. Even so something had to be done, if infection set in it would be bad.
He knew he was nearing whiting out but he secured himself to the Tusken’s Bantha and pointed it toward Mos Espa. He could only hope the beast brought him back to civilization, he doubted his homecoming at a Tusken encampment would be a pleasuring experience. He knew it was possible for Force attuned to control beasts with their minds but his training wasn’t nearly sufficient, so he conjured to the best of his ability a picture of Mos Espa and forced it into the mind of the Bantha. It must have been painful because the beast started and began trotting away on its massive legs.
The bucking gripped his leg in red agony, his neck veins bulged and it was time. Igniting his saber his held what was left of his leg forth and flicked out from under him. Everything from the knee down was seared away, cauterizing his stump. He remembered seeing his leg be trampled into the dust, the image induced vomiting seconds before he lost consciousness. He awoke around nightfall, he was caked in dried vomit and still in severe pain but he used what he knew of the force to help rejuvenate his body. In these moments beneath the stars of Tatooine he remembered back when life was simple, back when he had people to care and be cared about. No matter how dark he was he barely into his twenties, he longed for companionship.
He left Tatooine just before sunrise, digging deep into his vast pockets Jericho had a procedure above Raxus Prime aboard a black market’s supply ship that connected his nerve endings and thigh to a prosthetic leg. His Prosthetic was purposely made more powerful than his organic leg, it was also fitted with retracting spikes all over the tip and heel of his foot that were about an inch in all dimensions but razor sharp. The black market was a marvel, with attention drawn away to the rising factions, underworld smuggling skyrocketed. There were a lot of people looking to cash in on other’s despair.
While aboard the ship Jericho heard a great deal spoken about business going on in and beyond the outer rim, business with the Sith and Mandalorians. To Jericho's knowledge the Sith were an allowed political party, credit to the Jedi for not wanted war. But did he truly want to ally himself with the Sith? He doubted it, even though he had turned to the darkside Jericho was still compasionate, he still had little caring for politics, and above all he did not want to lose himself. Surely there was unspeakable power among the Sith, very enticing. Jericho knew his abilities focused around lightsaber combat, but he, like his father before him, were rediculously force attuned.
Jericho is currently aboard the merchant trade ship Mas 043, the ship is heading toward Korriban.
Lightsaber: Both of his blades are slightly curved to compliment his Makashi fighting style and, like a future Mace Windu, he used a basic of Niman to incorporate the ability to use two lightsabers when he fights. He tends to use a single blade, but when he needs an edge he will use his second blade.
Color: Red, previously yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 4
Soresu
Ataru 0
Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 2
Juyo 0
Double Bladed Combat 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Jericho's steady rasping breathe was all that told him he was alive. The blood that had been fresh not an hour ago had dried itself in a layer of caked red bile that covered the majority of his torso. Still, he considered himself lucky. Not everybody can fight a Greater Krayt Dragon and come out standing, let alone alive. Anubin's face was painted vividly in his mind "Let's see how you fare against one of these guys. Since you're sooo willing to try your powers out." It was idiotic really, he had just joined the Sith when one of the other's Marauders decided he would make an example out of Nova. He chuckled slightly, making his chest ache. The fool had an example made, credit to him, but not in his favor.
Nova looked outward. One could lose himself in the vast emptiness of Tatooine's desert. But there, a few leagues to the west, was an Evaporator. This meant there was a moisture farm not too far away. But, he thought cautiously, should I return to the base? They might exalt me... but they could kill me just as easily. Anybody strong enough to take down one of those Dragons would, he decided, be a threat to their hierarchy; a hierarchy too which he was becoming less and less faithful of.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220lbs
Appearance:
As a youth on Apatros he wore simple white and brown tunics provided by his father. His skin is tanned to the point of being dark. At this time his hair was of padawan trim and red color. After his time with Jabuun on Tarris he wears black plated tunic with an unorthodox Krayt dragon helmet. His hair is longer now and his muscles are defined. By the time he had studied the teachings of Dark Jedi and learned to master a lightasaber he had unorthodox Jedi robes. He carries his single blade at his side while concealing the other in his sleeve.
Young Jericho as a Dark Jedi Bounty Hunter on Tarris - www.kokororeflections.com/images/rotate/ganondorf.gif
Jericho at current age -
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Birth place: Apatros
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi - Marauder
Bio:
Origin
Jericho was born to a wealthy bar owner on the planet Apatros. His Mother owned and operated the complex under direct affiliation with the Republic. His father, Waln Mak, served the Jedi order long before becoming a Dark Jedi as a Jedi Knight before turning away after giving in to his anger and striking down his former master. The records say they were in a dispute about if Jedi should be allowed to father children. Waln's master attempted to turn him over to the council because Jericho was conceived. Waln allowed his rage to take him as he struck down the Jedi and fled to his home planet of Apatros. Waln admittedly accepted what he had done wasn't the Jedi way, but he wouldn't accept he was evil because of that. Nearly all Jedi percieved the order slightly different, but he wouldn't sacrifice his family over the code.
Jericho's mother was a wealthy shareholder in the Hutt business empire, having sufficient funds they built the bar and supplied the miners with a reprieve. In the Expansive mining world Jericho Mak would begin his training as a Jedi. And even though his father was warranted by the Republic he was a firm believer in the way of the Jedi. Jericho began his training as a child after his father could sense the force in the boy.
His father focused on the teachings of the Jedi to instill light in him, not giving him a training saber until he was seven. By this age Jericho was pretty much a carefree youth, oblivious to galactic affairs. And even though his father instilled the ways of the Jedi in him Jericho was slightly arrogant because of his easy life style. His mother was extremely affectionate toward Jericho, showing him kindness even when his father taught him to exclude such strong feelings of attachment. Being his father taught him in this manor, he was a bit more distant to him, but still very adoring of his master.
Though soon enough this would change, crime was on a small rise in the outer rim and there were a few rumors of there maybe being dark jedi still out there somewhere, people couldn't hire enough bounty hunters. So on Jericho's eighth birthday a bounty hunter followed his mother back home before putting her to sleep with a dart. Waln deflected his dart with one swoop of his lightsaber and tried to engage the bounty hunter.
Waln was forced to retreat when a blaster was pressed to his wife's unconscious forehead. At that moment Jericho's arrogance forced him to lunge in the room, training saber raised... And in turn causing his mothers death. Her blood splattered the young boy's face and all was still. His father turned to him, rage built, then to the bounty hunter and for a moment Jericho believed his father would have struck him down. In this moment the Bounty hunter would escape. Jericho couldn't fathom what his father was thinking. The man had loved his mother maybe even more than he, and surely more openly. It was like she had made him forget the ways of the Jedi, just a couple of adolescent love birds for all the years he'd been with them.
Waln fell to his knees then and wept as he held his wife's body. Jericho lay on the floor before him crying for hours until both he and his father fell asleep under the morning sun, Jericho caked in blood and his mother in the arms of a dark man. When the boy awoke he realized he had been cleaned and his mother was gone, all traces were as well. He found his father loading a speeder bike. Jericho stood in the shadows of the morning sun. His father had changed completely. From what he could see Waln's eyes were yellow and his skin glowed with resonating power.
When Waln was gone Jericho wandered back into the house, he was too young to understand the entirety of what had happened but his rage was prominent It was then that he vowed he would never allow his arrogance to blind him again.
Several days later an elated Waln returned. And to Jericho's despair the father he had once known was gone, replaced by a new darker energy proved Waln Mak was indeed non existent. From here Jericho would also develop into a darker person under the new training. No longer did Waln mention the morality of the Jedi, instead forcing his son to train with a saber and become strong with force manipulation, even teaching him the basics of harnessing Force lightening. Unfortunately Jericho couldn't summon that power until his father had pushed him into a rage. He would send Jericho on venture that tested the limits of his adolescent body, he didn't dare protest for the memory of what he had done.
Because of this Jericho would be come to hate his father, an emotion he knew he had once been taught to suppress. It was almost as if Waln wanted Jericho to hate him. So Jericho focused these emotions to fuel his desire to end his hatred... to end his father. By the time the hardened Jericho was fifteen he had fought full fledged against his father so many times that he had scars that covered the entirety of his torso and limbs. The burden he carried on his head was staggering but he wouldn't let this stop him.
There were times when Jericho thought his anger would overwhelm him but the light that naturally existed dulled his hatred, eventually he no longer longed to kill his father or even hurt him. He believed it was because he had become accustomed to the endless training he underwent. His father seemed to sense this change, thus forcing him to fight him endlessly until Jericho either hurt him or he was killed.
Jericho's rage built steadily throughout the fight until it nearly climaxed when his father sent him tumbling with the force. He picked himself up one last time and his hatred erupted from his hands, at first as force pushing then Force lightening seared away from his hands tormenting the unrelenting Waln. Jericho soon realized his dark power and seceded. His father lay still before him, a torched mass. Jericho fell to his knees as memories of a kind father flooded back to him.
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"Why father! Why did you make me a monster?!" Jericho fell to his knees, regret spilling over. He could smell the seared flesh of the man before him. He could feel the heartbeat slowing, a sudden flash of anger and the heartbeat steadied slightly "Why did you make me one?" Were his fathers final muffled words before the heart collapsed. To this day Jericho does not know if he caused it or it was the lightening.
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Jericho returned to his home and collected his belongings before taking his fathers speeder bike and heading into Apatros and leaving on a Republic Cortosis transport. he realized what his father had done. He had purposely made Jericho dark, no other vengeance was adept in comparison. Many nights he would simply wonder about the life he could have had had his mother and father had no affiliation with the Jedi. Which in itself made Jericho detest the very ways he swore to uphold.
Forgetting the Force
His transport would later arrive on the city world of Taris. Disembarking in an industrial sector of a lower classed city, Jericho would spend the next several weeks under the temporary employment of the Company’s ship he had stowed away on. Having been caught upon exiting the craft, he was forced with a decision. Face the local Hutt who controlled the economics of the city, or work for them carrying and storing the Cortosis and other arriving raw materials for later use, a slave.
Jericho could have easily subdued the guards but his mentality and reasoning preventing him from escaping. He knew a low profile was better than being found by the Jedi, the bounty hunter who murdered his mother surely had alerted the authorities of his existence. While working on Taris he was provided with food and an apartment with the working class. Had he received a pay check like others, it would be nearly all taken for his accommodations. This left the workers usually in a general bad mood; using what money they kept at the end of the week to get drunk in local bars. Apatros all over again…
Because of his general depression Jericho placed alright enough among them, save a few hot heads, which he knew wouldn’t physically start any thing considering what this “Hutt“ would do to them. After awhile though Jericho’s resolve returned and he eventually longed to leave the slums. And being that all ships were under continual surveillance stealing one was out of the question if he wanted to maintain a cover. He was desperate enough and knew he had to go to the one in power and strike a deal, and as he figured, a deal could be made in the interest of his secrecy with the Hutt.
The Hutt’s palace was easy enough to find, it was large and vibrant in activity. When Jericho neared he could see several Twi’lek dancers in the courtyard entertaining the beast and his friends. Jericho awaited nightfall in the confines of the elaborate palace. Hiding in the Hutt’s personal Lavatory, also taking note of its obvious disuse. After Jabuun the Hutt retired for the evening Jericho traversed the narrow hallway and entered the Hutt’s room, inadvertently setting off several pre placed alarms. Within seconds he would be surrounded by guards looking to kill.
Jabuun himself was small in proportion to his kindred, and not so obviously youthful. His body was perched aloft a golden cradle fitted with fresh pillows, a highly comical sight to behold if he hadn’t been knee deep in men pointing blaster pistols at him. Jabuun stared wide eyed at the youth before him; Jericho spoke several words before the men began grabbing at him. In despair he declared Jabuun must let him speak, but was waved away like some insolent servant. They yanked him backwards, an anger was building now, in defiance he pulled forward and spoke of a deal between Jabuun and a Force sensitive bounty hunter.
Had Jabuun’s arrogance not forced him to seek such an ally he would have ordered Jericho away and my story would have drastically changed. Jabuun raised a pudgy arm and the men stopped yanking at him. Jericho then said that if he could guarantee the Bounty Hunter work and pay then he would have a loyal servant. His demands weren’t great, a ship, a grant and a he could be working soon enough. But the Skeptic Hutt scoffed at this, it was unlikely to him this boy knew any force attuned people, let alone a bounty hunter that was force attuned. The men began Yanking at Jericho once more, this time the rage welled up in him with a great ferocity.
Jericho’s vision flickered as hatred welled in him. Everything that had happened to him was now cultivating through his emotions. Jericho swore once as a lightsaber flew from his sleeve, and in seconds his pursuers we sprawling for the door, several didn’t make more then two feet away as an unkempt Jericho cut through their ranks. His fathers words cut into him at that moment “Why did you make me one…”. Jabuun was delighted to see the demonstration and clapped gleefully, voicing an obvious liking in another language. In seconds a remorseless Jericho calmed himself and turned on the Hutt. In his head he spoke “The weak will hold no power over the strong…” Personally justifying his actions.
The room was now empty, aside from the protocol droid Jabuun was waving over. The ensuing night was wrought with promises of loyalty on both parts, and quite full of Jabuun’s ambitious dreams. Apparently Bounty hunters were in demand, ole Jabuun would have himself a personal Dark Jedi hunter. Jericho found out that Jabuun was in a clan war with his neighboring cousins on Taris. So by the age of sixteen Jericho received schooling on Jabuun’s enemies, basic weapons training, and was currently being school by a personal physical combat teacher. With the purchase of an ancient Dark Jedi text for his lightsaber tutelage, Jabuun was assuring his weapon would be thorough.
In doing so Jericho turned his back on the light side of the force, casting away his teachings. Justifying himself by blaming his father. After truly turning to the darkness within him Jericho became fond of the Hutt, Jabuun was crude, ambitious and exceedingly intelligent. All traits he would posses for himself in coming years. With his guise as a bounty hunter for a not so powerful Hutt from Tarris, his secret was kept as tension grew.
Bounty Hunting Marauder
A draw back on the texts was that the Dark Jedi he was learning from was skilled in Jar'Kai, possibly the hardest of all forms to learn. His basic understanding of Jarkai helped him ease in though, instead of mastering a new style he decided to incorporate it into his Makashi style. In these years he trained his Makashi fighting style until he had become adept. Dark Jedi of the past weren’t well versed in his recent interest, a quest to obtain greater knowledge on the Force lightening attack he had used to cripple his father. So he would spend his days reading Philosophies of his predecessors and even a “Sith” race.
Jabuun encouraged him to get stronger, personally purchasing texts from the black market and creating Jericho a library and vault to house these items. The courtyard had a high wall built to conceal Jericho when he was saber training. And even installing a database on his ship for when he was away on assignment. In four years Jericho brought Jabuun’s status up to an interplanetary level. Unfortunately word spread of a fabled Ghost hand under the employment of Jabuun that eliminated his competition, this coupled with the threat of growing Mandalorian ranks. He decided he wouldn’t be found by the Jedi, even if they were foolish enough to accept the dark side.
So after loading a ship with the artifacts and texts decided to keep and set his normal ship on a hyperspace route that would cause it to fly directly through the deep core, clipping a sun. He programmed signal feed so it would seem the ships calculations had malfunctioned. So in the dead of night he departed Taris for Tatooine, a lead from one of his texts that stated possible Mandalorian gauntlets that would be unimaginably useful. There he hoped to unravel the secrets of the technology behind gloves that could actually hold a lightsaber’s blade in hand.
Jabuun’s Snare…
Upon arriving on Tatooine Jericho purchased new clothing, the light desert clothing was reminiscent of Jedi under robes. In a matter of hours his wild hair was tamed and his robes thrown away; if it weren’t for his muscle build he would fit the quota of just another moisture farmer. On Tatooine he took notice that the Sith empire was spreading, because they had several soldiers amongst the civilians in disguise. Always watching, calculating, waiting… the Sith were dignified in their aspects to Jericho. Jericho kept himself busy for many reasons. The burden he carried about his parents death, the fact that he had turned into just another bad guy. Why were the dark Jedi the bad guys just because they fed off what naturally exists in nature. The Jedi simply go about peace in a more passive manor, its factual not all beings are equal. You can’t have all beings thinking they’re equal to the Jedi. That’s why they will be overthrown for centuries to come.
But he we bound and determined to gain power so maybe one day he could change the Galaxy. According to texts, a tribe of Mandalorians existed on Tatooine that possessed the secrets to the Gauntlets. So Jericho purchased a speeder and departed for the northern side of Mos Espa, and out into the rolling sands toward the ancient tribe. Jericho doubted the Krayt dragon’s would live so close to civilization but these were the outlands, he kept his eyes open. He found a small cluster of buildings high on a plateau, they had obviously been ransacked many times over by the Tusken and Ewoks. All items of relative use were taken, leaving basically the books untouched. Amidst the books he found a single one relative to his search, it was second in an explanatory trilogy that explained making the gloves. The other two were either taken, destroyed, or irretrievably lost amidst the ruins.
Knowing the Mandalorians, it was far more likely the others were destroyed in efforts to keep whoever made the village a ruin from taking the secrets. The book described how to sub atomically take apart molecules and reassemble them with other material to strengthen them and flexi the material. But it did not state any materials that could be used. A safety mechanism, without the other two books the one is useless. But this was far from true. This knowledge could be used. He had read of ancient weapons and armor Jedi and Dark Jedi had used to aid them in combat. He himself desired to use this book to aid him in the creation of an armor resistant to blaster fire, and maybe even lightsabers. As Jericho left the ruins for his speeder he was too caught up in reading than to realize a clan of Tusken raiders had ambushed him.
The Tuskens were surprisingly skilled and coordinated, more so than you’d expect from such a primitive tribe. He managed to force rolled to cover behind a rising boulder, checking around the corner seconds later realizing three had advanced on him. He sprung like a trap and disarmed them, tossing the out of date weapons aside he engaged the trio in combat, and again they surprised him with surprising skill in combat, fluent and deadly… almost as if they were professionally trained. But it still was far from enough to combat a lightsaber. In just a few short seconds he found himself staring over the bodies of his enemies.
He looked up in time to see a Tusken taking aim, he could reach him if he force jumped. He Bound skyward only to be tore back into a painful reality, he could feel his right leg give way, when he landed his knee seemed non existent. Upon further inspection, the only thing that kept his leg attached were s a few folds of mangled skin and a shattered bone. He was sent sprawling as the beasts mounted his speeder. Using the pain to fuel his power Jericho threw his lightsaber into the bike causing it to explode, killing two of the Tuskens and inciting anger in the others. They advanced on him, and his training sense put him in gear. He stood weakly on one leg and force pushed the advancing group.
Though it came out as nothing more than as if they had been buffeted by a water wave. His years of focusing primarily on saber combat he knew was the result. And now he had foolishly cast his weapon away, now he couldn't even dual wield. He then withdrew his second saber on him, having been incorporating Niman, he would have been prepared to use both. The Tusken realized what it was and hesitated before raising their weapons and opening fire. Being well versed in combat he used his soresu skills to deflect the blasts killing all but one Tusken, the one who had taken his leg.
Jericho raised him with the force and looked deep into the mask “You were strong enough to take this from me, so you will be rewarded with my vengeance…” Jericho severed the man’s right leg and cast his wailing body aside, allowing him to live. After examining his leg he knew it would be impossible save, not even a prosthetic knee could put everything back together, the ligaments and nerve endings were eradicated. And as his anger subsided the pain hit him like a brick wall. Too Tuskens no less… Jericho was disgusted with his lack of ability to fend of a primitive tribe. Even so something had to be done, if infection set in it would be bad.
He knew he was nearing whiting out but he secured himself to the Tusken’s Bantha and pointed it toward Mos Espa. He could only hope the beast brought him back to civilization, he doubted his homecoming at a Tusken encampment would be a pleasuring experience. He knew it was possible for Force attuned to control beasts with their minds but his training wasn’t nearly sufficient, so he conjured to the best of his ability a picture of Mos Espa and forced it into the mind of the Bantha. It must have been painful because the beast started and began trotting away on its massive legs.
The bucking gripped his leg in red agony, his neck veins bulged and it was time. Igniting his saber his held what was left of his leg forth and flicked out from under him. Everything from the knee down was seared away, cauterizing his stump. He remembered seeing his leg be trampled into the dust, the image induced vomiting seconds before he lost consciousness. He awoke around nightfall, he was caked in dried vomit and still in severe pain but he used what he knew of the force to help rejuvenate his body. In these moments beneath the stars of Tatooine he remembered back when life was simple, back when he had people to care and be cared about. No matter how dark he was he barely into his twenties, he longed for companionship.
He left Tatooine just before sunrise, digging deep into his vast pockets Jericho had a procedure above Raxus Prime aboard a black market’s supply ship that connected his nerve endings and thigh to a prosthetic leg. His Prosthetic was purposely made more powerful than his organic leg, it was also fitted with retracting spikes all over the tip and heel of his foot that were about an inch in all dimensions but razor sharp. The black market was a marvel, with attention drawn away to the rising factions, underworld smuggling skyrocketed. There were a lot of people looking to cash in on other’s despair.
While aboard the ship Jericho heard a great deal spoken about business going on in and beyond the outer rim, business with the Sith and Mandalorians. To Jericho's knowledge the Sith were an allowed political party, credit to the Jedi for not wanted war. But did he truly want to ally himself with the Sith? He doubted it, even though he had turned to the darkside Jericho was still compasionate, he still had little caring for politics, and above all he did not want to lose himself. Surely there was unspeakable power among the Sith, very enticing. Jericho knew his abilities focused around lightsaber combat, but he, like his father before him, were rediculously force attuned.
Jericho is currently aboard the merchant trade ship Mas 043, the ship is heading toward Korriban.
Lightsaber: Both of his blades are slightly curved to compliment his Makashi fighting style and, like a future Mace Windu, he used a basic of Niman to incorporate the ability to use two lightsabers when he fights. He tends to use a single blade, but when he needs an edge he will use his second blade.
Color: Red, previously yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 4
Soresu
Ataru 0
Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 2
Juyo 0
Double Bladed Combat 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Jericho's steady rasping breathe was all that told him he was alive. The blood that had been fresh not an hour ago had dried itself in a layer of caked red bile that covered the majority of his torso. Still, he considered himself lucky. Not everybody can fight a Greater Krayt Dragon and come out standing, let alone alive. Anubin's face was painted vividly in his mind "Let's see how you fare against one of these guys. Since you're sooo willing to try your powers out." It was idiotic really, he had just joined the Sith when one of the other's Marauders decided he would make an example out of Nova. He chuckled slightly, making his chest ache. The fool had an example made, credit to him, but not in his favor.
Nova looked outward. One could lose himself in the vast emptiness of Tatooine's desert. But there, a few leagues to the west, was an Evaporator. This meant there was a moisture farm not too far away. But, he thought cautiously, should I return to the base? They might exalt me... but they could kill me just as easily. Anybody strong enough to take down one of those Dragons would, he decided, be a threat to their hierarchy; a hierarchy too which he was becoming less and less faithful of.
