NOTE: At the time, he does not own or know how to use a lightsaber. And he has darker and a bit thicker hair.
NAME: Jacton "Jac" Sibos
FACTION: He is his own man…as of now.
RANK: Uhh, none.
SPECIES: Kiffar
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’11
WEIGHT: 165
EYES: Deep ocean blue
HAIR: Black. So Black.
SKIN: White, but not pale: he sees the sun every day
CREDITS: Dead broke. At most, he has 10 credits lost in his robes.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: While he does have minor scaring, his most distinguishing features are his Sibos clan tattoos he received at birth. They are all forest green. The most distinct would be the horizontal bar running just under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose, which stops just before his ears. On the left end of the bar, three slim vertical lines come down from the bar to just below his cheek bone, with the middle line being slightly longer and extending partway down his cheek.
His second tattoo is a thick vertical bar from just under his lower lip, tracing down his chin, stopping which it reaches his collar bones. On each upper forearm he also has a series of diamonds tracing around the arm, each one varying slightly in size, and on the tops of his hands and feet he has his clan symbol, a equilateral triangle with concave sides (think drawing 3 circles, each touching the other at a single point…it’s what is in the middle).
DOMINATE HAND: Right-handed.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Jac is strong. He is no body builder, but for being a fairly lanky kid, he has muscles and knows how to use them properly and efficiently.
DEXTERITY: His gangly nature would suggest that he is not so nimble, but as he has had an active lifestyle and has had to run from many things, some would be surprised at his speed and accuracy in moving his limbs.
CONSTITUTION: He’s been through a good amount, which has made him into a tough kid. He can take a beating, but has in no way become resistant to pain. He feels what everyone feels.
INTELLIGENCE: Jac is smart and tactical, but not a genuine leader. In a fight he can pick out the opponents weakness and use it to his advantage, however he would have a hard time telling others what that weakness is, let alone what to do to take advantage of it. He is creative, though, and will find (sometimes a little too creative) ways to get what he wants.
WISDOM: The weak and followers would think he is wise; however they would be mistaking that for his cockiness. He’s headstrong, but isn’t one for chess…although he probably wouldn’t be bad at it.
CHARISMA: He is self-confident and brash, however he does have charm, in a way. He is fairly good looking which helps, and his bold attitude make people want to trust him and do what he says. However, if a person is knowledgeable, tame, and/or worldly, they’ll probably just ping him as an asshole. But, he is good at talking his way out of things.
FORCE POWERS:
None. But he does have a certain “luck” to him.
Not as much a force power, but more of a Kuffar power, he does have the ability to access the memory of inanimate objects (IE: what they have “seen” or “experienced” in their “life”).
SKILLS:
He’s great with a blade, a reasonably good shot with a slugthrower, and an above-average (but highly reckless) pilot.
He is fairly machine-savvy, in that he is good at building and repairing things, but not hacking computers or programming robots.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
If you could classify his swordsmanship into one of the forms, it would most closely resemble Form IV, Ataru. He is flashy and dances around the opponent, using fast and strong swings to take out his enemy.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His strength is his perseverance, ingenuity, and physical prowess. Is weakness is, well, he is kind of a dick, and doesn’t brood over many things before doing them. And he can be a loud-mouth.
GEAR:
Nothing fancy, as he is poor as cheap dirt. He wears shoddy clothes he has picked up and repaired himself, so everything is a little loose on him, except his boots which he takes great pride in, since they are the best article of clothing he owns. Although, he recently acquired a dark tan leather spacers jacket with a soft wool (or Star Wars equivalent) inside and collar that he has begun to fancy quite a lot, and it does looks very good on him. Although, first he needs to acquire some pants and an undershirt that aren’t torn rags, so he doesn’t feel so derelict without his cloak.
He generally drapes himself in a cloak, which resembles that of a Jedi’s. He found it, so now it is his, and not the potential Jedi that wore it before him.
Under his cloak he has a standard slugthrower, with ammunition (solid slugs, he aims to pierce right through the armor plain and simple, no fancy stuff).
He also carries around his trusty sword, which has seen its fair share. His sword is a retractable vibrosword, with a hilt he has tried to customize for himself. The sword is rather wide, and slightly shorter than most long blades. He keeps it in a horizontal hilt perpendicular to his body, which straps to the back of his belt. It can be hidden beneath his cloak.
Along with the vibrosword he also has a vibroknife which he keeps stashed in his right boot, just in case. The knife is in better condition than the sword, due to it being used less.
SHIP:
None.
PETS:
Nope.
PERSONALITY:
Jacton, or better known as Jac, is full of himself, to say the least. His pride in his clan, and in his people, shine through with just a touch of racism. He believes that he has been through more than most, since he was working with the Kiffu Guardians by the time he was 16. He is also aware of his force-sensitivity, making him feel like he has a higher place in the galaxy than most. This adds to his adventurous behavior, feeling like he must see and experience everything before he dies.
Despite his outlook on himself, he is extremely loyal to people he feels he should be. That could be people who he views as trustworthy and loyal friends, superiors, and especially Kiffar people. He may think he’s awesome, but he can definitely be humbled by clear superiors, especially if he thinks he can learn off of them. Once he finds someone that he feels is better than him, he will submit and become a follower, eagerly listening and taking mental notes on almost any advice he can get. However, it takes a lot to prove to Jac that he is inferior.
Jac enjoys socializing, and getting to know people, especially people who he feels are at his level. He will often visit bars and cantinas to find new people to learn more information, or to get drunk and test his skills at fighting the worthy residents of the bar. Even if he looses, he still has fun.
HISTORY:
Jacton was born into the clan Sibos, a fairly large and prominent clan on Kiffu. His parents were Kiffu Guardians, as were their parents, and as were his two brothers and two sisters. He was the second oldest of the five siblings, and was the best at athletics and second best in school. Because of his prowess, he felt like he was the best of the children, and at a young age his smugness started to develop. His parents didn’t do anything to stop it, either, since they were always pleased with Jac’s performance.
By the age of 16, he was enlisted into the Kiffu Guardians, which was a young age for Kiffar to take on such responsibility. It was in this job that he learned to fly, having to make the run between Kiffu and Kiffex quite frequently. During this time he also learned how to fight and shoot, as he had to learn how to defend himself against the prisoners. He learned quickly and grew in prestige among the jailers, although many disliked him for his immaturity and his tendency to brag.
Soon, however, the Kiffu Gardians became old for him. Unlike his relatives and family, he yearned for the stars, and was not at peace with the prospect of working as a prison guard all his life. He was grateful for his upbringing and opportunities, but he decided he had to leave and explore. Recently, he had begun to realize there was something more to him than others, as well, and began researching to figure out how he could, when he was in deep concentration, seemingly move faster and almost predict what was going to happen in a fight. He came across a mysterious ability, of sorts, called the force, and wondered whether it was this that allowed him to do strange feats. He looked into leaving Kiffar and traveling to a Jedi enclave, however has doubts about the binding oaths.
Instead, he would pack nothing except the clothes on his back and his necessary equipment, and hop on the next cargo ship going out of the system. He didn’t care whether, but he was confident that whatever ship he got on, it would take him to a place he waned to go. So, without warning, except a brief goodbye note on his old residence, he left at age 17, seeking adventure and whatever else there is.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None.
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
Nopes.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None yet!
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