Post by catholicgator on Sept 3, 2009 23:50:58 GMT -5
Name: Javak Willem-Solo II
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Appearance:
It should be noted that this picture of him was taken while he was an upperclassman at the CorSec Academy. Normally, he wears civilian clothes of some kind and does not walk around carrying a sniper rifle, although he wears a blaster pistol at virtually all times. It should be noted he has blue eyes. His shaved head stems from his time at the CorSec Academy and he finds he likes having little hair--much easier to manage.
Birth place: Dearic, Talus
Occupation: Nobility/Royalty
Rank: Archduke of Dearic
Bio:
To be of pure Solo blood (no hyphenated name in other words) guaranteed one the Kingship of Corellia (or at least to be a Grand Prince or Prince), to be of mixed blood-- Solo plus another, usually either another Corellian noble family or that from another planet--guaranteed one an extremely high position in the nobility under the Corellian monarchy. Of course, it was more than just mere titles or honorary mumbo-jumbo. The vast majority of Corellia's Mega-Corporiations (including the famous and extremely profitable Corellian Engineering Corporation) were owned and controlled by the handful of noble/royal families in the House of Solo.
Among the Corellian noble families, the Willem-Solo's are one of the more highly honored due to the inclusion of Solo blood, based out of the capital city of Talus, Dearic (Talus, as part of the Corellian System, falls under the realm of the King of Corellia). The Willem's had, in ancient times, been a ruling a family on Talus and were, at first, opposed to the House of Solo's dominance of the entire system until one of the previous scions of the Solo family arranged a marriage between his younger sister and the heir-apparent of the House of Willem--this occurred several hundred years ago. Following in the previous generations of the Willem-Solo line, Javak II was the only son, and child, of Javak I. It was custom in the Willem-Solo family that only one male heir was produced so as to avoid familial bloodshed and conflict. Women could not inherit under the patriarchal system, so many daughters might be conceived until a son was produced. Many would say the Willem-Solo's were lucky: Javak II was their first child.
Javak I was the current Archduke of Dearic at his son's birth and his wife, Irena, was a socialite from another one of Talus's lesser noble families--nowhere near as highfalutin as Willem-Solo's of course--for they did not possess any Solo blood within them. Needless to say, Javak II was born into the lap of luxury. Dearic Palace towered over every other building in the area and he had servants to tend his every need. As a baby, he was cared for by a small army of governesses, maids and wet-nurses.
From a young age, he had an adventurous streak. As soon as he could crawl, he was trying to explore his environment--Dearic Palace in this case. As he got a little older, he tried to devise a way to get outside the building proper and, later, the stone walls that surrounded the magnificently tended to outer yard. This was exactly what his family did not want. Part of it was a concern for their only child's safety, but, in truth, a great deal of it was snobbery. They could not fathom their son, the next Archduke of Dearic, wanting to mingle with common types. No, he should stay with his own kind of course, the good kind.
Much of his early schooling, what some might call elementary education, was handle by several private tutors his father hired to teach, but also mold, his young son. Many of them had been educators for other Corellian nobility or those from other planets. He learned both academics--such as reading, writing, mathematics, history and science--and, for lack of a better phrase, the art of being noble/royal, including how to behave in public, how to speak properly, how to eventually reign even. He hated learning how to live out his heritage, although he did enjoy academics, especially science. Again, it did not always please his parents what he wanted to do.
During these younger years, he was quite sheltered within the palace. The one exception was that most of his friends were the children of the palace servants--since he was being privately tutored, he had little reason to interact with children outside the palace. Perhaps this would help to explain why does not put on the airs of many of his fellow nobles/royals. For a young child, he was just playing with other young children and never saw them as anything other than fellow playmates. This might have irritated his parents more, but it sort of was a natural consequence of all the private tutoring for the young lad.
At the age of 10, he was sent to the Corellian Preparatory Academy, located in Corellia's capital city, Coronet, for his junior high and secondary schooling. He hated it. Most of his fellow students were what his parents wanted him to be: regal, overbearing, snobbish, prideful and the list goes on. Javak was more interested in having fun and being social--and not in an obnoxious way. He had his ways of getting into trouble, although he kept his grades up enough to avoid problems. Besides, it was not as bad as it could have been at the CPA. After all, they had a marksmanship team and martial arts team, both of which he joined as soon as he could, although had to be at least 12 to participate in either activity. Academically, although he was a cutup and a smart-ass sometimes, he did quite well, especially during his teen years. He continued to enjoy science, especially the part about using it wreck minor bits of havoc, although that certainly was not in the instructional holos. He never did anything too serious for he knew the limits of what was tolerable, just minor mischief such as one time using a homemade smoke bomb in the middle of a class--he never did get caught for that one. He had only a couple of real friends while at the CPA, fellow nobles like himself who were not into the whole snobbery thing. Seven years of his life would be spent in the hallowed walls of the Corellian Preparatory Academy, but somehow, Javak was able to keep the air of superiority that seemed ingrained in most of his fellow nobles from infecting him.
In terms of women, he obviously went through puberty, but for some odd reason, the women he was around at the Corellian Preparatory Academy--it was co-educational--rarely seemed to interest him. It was not that he had interest in women, it was just that the women he was around tended to be either spoiled brats or dainty little creatures who exasperated him. The young ladies his parents seemed obsessed with interesting after he hit 14 or 15 or so were equally as exasperating. If anything, they were more effete or bratty than the girls at the CPA.
When he graduated from the Corellian Preparatory Academy, he knew what he wanted to do next and he applied to, and was accepted by, the Corellian Security Force Academy, the closest thing to a military academy on Corellia. His family, especially his mother, was livid at his decision. Of course, that only made it the sweeter option for Javak II, who was going through the traditional rebellious stage--and he had been quite the little iconoclast even when he was but a pre-adolescent. Javak II was not just motivated by a desire to rebel against his snooty family for he was definitely drawn to the adventure military service might hold--or at least the ideal of what military service would be like. He loved it. Almost everyone was else at the CorSec Academy was normal--read 'non-noble'/'non-royal'--and he definitely felt he fit in better here than back at that snooty secondary school. Despite fitting in better and feeling more at home, his troubles with women did not diminish that much. For starters, there were few of them at the Academy and such fraternizing, while not technically forbidden, was frowned upon. Outside of the Academy, he was an enigma. Even women his parents might have introduced him to looked down their nose at his desire to be a part of CorSec. Other women he might have met, those not in the peerage of Corellia, were unsure how to deal with him. Was he too far out of their class or was he just your average future paramilitary officer? He vied for the latter, but it was impossible to fully escape from the former issue.
Despite these issues, he still loved being enrolled at CorSec Academy. He honed his marksmanship skills here, continued to learn other combat skills--including more martial arts--and even learned how to pilot fighters and small freighters and did well in his classes, most of them much more hands on than anything at the CPA--for example, how to pilot CorSec craft, how to handle various emergency situations and the like--with numerous holo-simulation systems being used of course. Also, he had many more friends than he did back at the CPA since his somewhat rambunctious nature fit in well with other cadets, especially those drawn, like him, to adventure and excitement. It was his hope to be a part of the Space Defense Unit--their space navy as it were--or the Tactical Response Unit--the special forces of CorSec, but unforeseeable events conspired against his desires. His parents were never thrilled with his desire to enter the Academy and, while they tried to guide him away from such interests, they were afraid to sternly put their foot down for fear of a family feud which could fast turn into a scandal.
At the age of 22, mere weeks before Javak II would have turned 23, Javak I suffered a massive heart attack--probably all those extremely rich Corellian foods had something to do with it--and he passed away. Being the heir-apparent, regardless of how unwilling he was, Javak II became the new Archduke of Dearic. Due to this, the Corellian Security Force released Javak from his term of service, even though he wanted to finish at the Academy and enter active-duty. The CSF thought it too dangerous to have an extremely high-level noble/royal serving in their ranks. What happened if he died or some other calamity occurred? No, it was not worth the potential for trouble.
Javak II was damned if he was going to go down the path his father did. He did not want to spend the rest of his days living in Willem Palace as some highfalutin noble/royal. He did not want that type of life and he was not going to have it. Putting the massive corporate holdings he inherited into a trust, he decided now was the time for adventure. There were no walls, whether of Dearic Palace like when he was a young child or of that Corellian Preparatory Academy when he was an adolescent, to hold him back. He was an adult now and his father was no longer around to dictate his footsteps. Perhaps he might have considered how his mother, now a widow, would react to his wanderlust, but he was almost oblivious to the whole thing. In his mind, he was an adult now, he could do what he wanted. It was not that he did not love his mother, it was more he just saw as...well...his mother and she was an adult and, besides, she was used to living in the palace and had more than enough servants. Chalk it up to the naive selfishness of that age mixed with a little bit more wanderlustful rebellion.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
He was finally getting out of the Corellia System after living here pretty much his entire life. He had been born here, raised here, gone to college here. He might not have despised it here so much if he had been able to find some adventure in CorSec, but his father's demise had ended that dream. Javak II, because he was now Archduke of Dearic, was now deemed too delicate to handle for CorSec, or probably any other paramilitary force this side of the Outer Rim.
Mere days ago, he had signed the holoforms which placed the numerous mega-corporate holdings and assets into a trust so he could leave the planet without causing an economic mess. The manager he had chosen had come highly recommended and, hopefully, everything would go well on that end. There was no reason it should not. He knew his father would be rolling over in his grave if he knew what his son was doing--going on some wanderlustful adventure in the galaxy--but Javak II cared very little at this point.
Now, he waited in line at one of many automated ticket terminals at the massive Coronet Spaceport. He was hoping to book passage on the Corellian Starshine Princess, a passenger liner that would, among other things, head to Coruscant. All trade routes lead to Coruscant was the common saying. From there, Javak had numerous options, but first he had to get somewhere.
Getting to the front, he entered his personal information into the terminal and checked to see what accommodations were available. He knew time was of the essence since there was a line behind him. It seemed almost all of the cabins were booked, but he kept searching through the system. Finally, he found what he wanted, or at least what was available: a third-class cabin. With that done, he entered the authorization to purchase the ticket, transferred the information to his personal datapad, and headed towards the line of people waiting to actually board the capital passenger craft.
He was dressed very casually, wearing a store-bought white button-down shirt and blue vest, blue slacks and black all-purpose shoes. Worn at his right hip was a holstered DW-7A blaster pistol, charged and ready should something happen--it was fairly common to wear a weapon of some kind, especially of you were traveling like this. All in all, he looked fairly normal, a rarity for him because of how he was expected to dress when he was under his father's tutelage.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Appearance:
It should be noted that this picture of him was taken while he was an upperclassman at the CorSec Academy. Normally, he wears civilian clothes of some kind and does not walk around carrying a sniper rifle, although he wears a blaster pistol at virtually all times. It should be noted he has blue eyes. His shaved head stems from his time at the CorSec Academy and he finds he likes having little hair--much easier to manage.
Birth place: Dearic, Talus
Occupation: Nobility/Royalty
Rank: Archduke of Dearic
Bio:
To be of pure Solo blood (no hyphenated name in other words) guaranteed one the Kingship of Corellia (or at least to be a Grand Prince or Prince), to be of mixed blood-- Solo plus another, usually either another Corellian noble family or that from another planet--guaranteed one an extremely high position in the nobility under the Corellian monarchy. Of course, it was more than just mere titles or honorary mumbo-jumbo. The vast majority of Corellia's Mega-Corporiations (including the famous and extremely profitable Corellian Engineering Corporation) were owned and controlled by the handful of noble/royal families in the House of Solo.
Among the Corellian noble families, the Willem-Solo's are one of the more highly honored due to the inclusion of Solo blood, based out of the capital city of Talus, Dearic (Talus, as part of the Corellian System, falls under the realm of the King of Corellia). The Willem's had, in ancient times, been a ruling a family on Talus and were, at first, opposed to the House of Solo's dominance of the entire system until one of the previous scions of the Solo family arranged a marriage between his younger sister and the heir-apparent of the House of Willem--this occurred several hundred years ago. Following in the previous generations of the Willem-Solo line, Javak II was the only son, and child, of Javak I. It was custom in the Willem-Solo family that only one male heir was produced so as to avoid familial bloodshed and conflict. Women could not inherit under the patriarchal system, so many daughters might be conceived until a son was produced. Many would say the Willem-Solo's were lucky: Javak II was their first child.
Javak I was the current Archduke of Dearic at his son's birth and his wife, Irena, was a socialite from another one of Talus's lesser noble families--nowhere near as highfalutin as Willem-Solo's of course--for they did not possess any Solo blood within them. Needless to say, Javak II was born into the lap of luxury. Dearic Palace towered over every other building in the area and he had servants to tend his every need. As a baby, he was cared for by a small army of governesses, maids and wet-nurses.
From a young age, he had an adventurous streak. As soon as he could crawl, he was trying to explore his environment--Dearic Palace in this case. As he got a little older, he tried to devise a way to get outside the building proper and, later, the stone walls that surrounded the magnificently tended to outer yard. This was exactly what his family did not want. Part of it was a concern for their only child's safety, but, in truth, a great deal of it was snobbery. They could not fathom their son, the next Archduke of Dearic, wanting to mingle with common types. No, he should stay with his own kind of course, the good kind.
Much of his early schooling, what some might call elementary education, was handle by several private tutors his father hired to teach, but also mold, his young son. Many of them had been educators for other Corellian nobility or those from other planets. He learned both academics--such as reading, writing, mathematics, history and science--and, for lack of a better phrase, the art of being noble/royal, including how to behave in public, how to speak properly, how to eventually reign even. He hated learning how to live out his heritage, although he did enjoy academics, especially science. Again, it did not always please his parents what he wanted to do.
During these younger years, he was quite sheltered within the palace. The one exception was that most of his friends were the children of the palace servants--since he was being privately tutored, he had little reason to interact with children outside the palace. Perhaps this would help to explain why does not put on the airs of many of his fellow nobles/royals. For a young child, he was just playing with other young children and never saw them as anything other than fellow playmates. This might have irritated his parents more, but it sort of was a natural consequence of all the private tutoring for the young lad.
At the age of 10, he was sent to the Corellian Preparatory Academy, located in Corellia's capital city, Coronet, for his junior high and secondary schooling. He hated it. Most of his fellow students were what his parents wanted him to be: regal, overbearing, snobbish, prideful and the list goes on. Javak was more interested in having fun and being social--and not in an obnoxious way. He had his ways of getting into trouble, although he kept his grades up enough to avoid problems. Besides, it was not as bad as it could have been at the CPA. After all, they had a marksmanship team and martial arts team, both of which he joined as soon as he could, although had to be at least 12 to participate in either activity. Academically, although he was a cutup and a smart-ass sometimes, he did quite well, especially during his teen years. He continued to enjoy science, especially the part about using it wreck minor bits of havoc, although that certainly was not in the instructional holos. He never did anything too serious for he knew the limits of what was tolerable, just minor mischief such as one time using a homemade smoke bomb in the middle of a class--he never did get caught for that one. He had only a couple of real friends while at the CPA, fellow nobles like himself who were not into the whole snobbery thing. Seven years of his life would be spent in the hallowed walls of the Corellian Preparatory Academy, but somehow, Javak was able to keep the air of superiority that seemed ingrained in most of his fellow nobles from infecting him.
In terms of women, he obviously went through puberty, but for some odd reason, the women he was around at the Corellian Preparatory Academy--it was co-educational--rarely seemed to interest him. It was not that he had interest in women, it was just that the women he was around tended to be either spoiled brats or dainty little creatures who exasperated him. The young ladies his parents seemed obsessed with interesting after he hit 14 or 15 or so were equally as exasperating. If anything, they were more effete or bratty than the girls at the CPA.
When he graduated from the Corellian Preparatory Academy, he knew what he wanted to do next and he applied to, and was accepted by, the Corellian Security Force Academy, the closest thing to a military academy on Corellia. His family, especially his mother, was livid at his decision. Of course, that only made it the sweeter option for Javak II, who was going through the traditional rebellious stage--and he had been quite the little iconoclast even when he was but a pre-adolescent. Javak II was not just motivated by a desire to rebel against his snooty family for he was definitely drawn to the adventure military service might hold--or at least the ideal of what military service would be like. He loved it. Almost everyone was else at the CorSec Academy was normal--read 'non-noble'/'non-royal'--and he definitely felt he fit in better here than back at that snooty secondary school. Despite fitting in better and feeling more at home, his troubles with women did not diminish that much. For starters, there were few of them at the Academy and such fraternizing, while not technically forbidden, was frowned upon. Outside of the Academy, he was an enigma. Even women his parents might have introduced him to looked down their nose at his desire to be a part of CorSec. Other women he might have met, those not in the peerage of Corellia, were unsure how to deal with him. Was he too far out of their class or was he just your average future paramilitary officer? He vied for the latter, but it was impossible to fully escape from the former issue.
Despite these issues, he still loved being enrolled at CorSec Academy. He honed his marksmanship skills here, continued to learn other combat skills--including more martial arts--and even learned how to pilot fighters and small freighters and did well in his classes, most of them much more hands on than anything at the CPA--for example, how to pilot CorSec craft, how to handle various emergency situations and the like--with numerous holo-simulation systems being used of course. Also, he had many more friends than he did back at the CPA since his somewhat rambunctious nature fit in well with other cadets, especially those drawn, like him, to adventure and excitement. It was his hope to be a part of the Space Defense Unit--their space navy as it were--or the Tactical Response Unit--the special forces of CorSec, but unforeseeable events conspired against his desires. His parents were never thrilled with his desire to enter the Academy and, while they tried to guide him away from such interests, they were afraid to sternly put their foot down for fear of a family feud which could fast turn into a scandal.
At the age of 22, mere weeks before Javak II would have turned 23, Javak I suffered a massive heart attack--probably all those extremely rich Corellian foods had something to do with it--and he passed away. Being the heir-apparent, regardless of how unwilling he was, Javak II became the new Archduke of Dearic. Due to this, the Corellian Security Force released Javak from his term of service, even though he wanted to finish at the Academy and enter active-duty. The CSF thought it too dangerous to have an extremely high-level noble/royal serving in their ranks. What happened if he died or some other calamity occurred? No, it was not worth the potential for trouble.
Javak II was damned if he was going to go down the path his father did. He did not want to spend the rest of his days living in Willem Palace as some highfalutin noble/royal. He did not want that type of life and he was not going to have it. Putting the massive corporate holdings he inherited into a trust, he decided now was the time for adventure. There were no walls, whether of Dearic Palace like when he was a young child or of that Corellian Preparatory Academy when he was an adolescent, to hold him back. He was an adult now and his father was no longer around to dictate his footsteps. Perhaps he might have considered how his mother, now a widow, would react to his wanderlust, but he was almost oblivious to the whole thing. In his mind, he was an adult now, he could do what he wanted. It was not that he did not love his mother, it was more he just saw as...well...his mother and she was an adult and, besides, she was used to living in the palace and had more than enough servants. Chalk it up to the naive selfishness of that age mixed with a little bit more wanderlustful rebellion.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
He was finally getting out of the Corellia System after living here pretty much his entire life. He had been born here, raised here, gone to college here. He might not have despised it here so much if he had been able to find some adventure in CorSec, but his father's demise had ended that dream. Javak II, because he was now Archduke of Dearic, was now deemed too delicate to handle for CorSec, or probably any other paramilitary force this side of the Outer Rim.
Mere days ago, he had signed the holoforms which placed the numerous mega-corporate holdings and assets into a trust so he could leave the planet without causing an economic mess. The manager he had chosen had come highly recommended and, hopefully, everything would go well on that end. There was no reason it should not. He knew his father would be rolling over in his grave if he knew what his son was doing--going on some wanderlustful adventure in the galaxy--but Javak II cared very little at this point.
Now, he waited in line at one of many automated ticket terminals at the massive Coronet Spaceport. He was hoping to book passage on the Corellian Starshine Princess, a passenger liner that would, among other things, head to Coruscant. All trade routes lead to Coruscant was the common saying. From there, Javak had numerous options, but first he had to get somewhere.
Getting to the front, he entered his personal information into the terminal and checked to see what accommodations were available. He knew time was of the essence since there was a line behind him. It seemed almost all of the cabins were booked, but he kept searching through the system. Finally, he found what he wanted, or at least what was available: a third-class cabin. With that done, he entered the authorization to purchase the ticket, transferred the information to his personal datapad, and headed towards the line of people waiting to actually board the capital passenger craft.
He was dressed very casually, wearing a store-bought white button-down shirt and blue vest, blue slacks and black all-purpose shoes. Worn at his right hip was a holstered DW-7A blaster pistol, charged and ready should something happen--it was fairly common to wear a weapon of some kind, especially of you were traveling like this. All in all, he looked fairly normal, a rarity for him because of how he was expected to dress when he was under his father's tutelage.
It's just nice to get a mental image of characters as well.