Justin Rose

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Justin Rose​

STATS
Name: Justin Rose
Faction: n/a
Rank: n/a
Species: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Credits: 1,000
Distinguishing Marks: n/a
Force Sensitive: Yes


FORCE POWERS
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LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS
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COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE
Justin has clear, white eyes, bald, and pale skin. His natural hair color is blond though. He's 5'7" and weighs roughly 155 pounds. He stands upright, trying to make himself seem big to intimidate people. He has a lean build due to his heavy workout regimen. Wears white robes daily due to the flexibility and comfort they provide.


PERSONALITY
There's only one thing Justin cares for in this world; himself. He'll do whatever, kill whoever, to make sure he comes out on top. If you are caught between him and his goal, you'll be looking up at him from your back. The only person he trusts is himself. The only person he needs is himself. He will not help you in anyway, shape, or form. If you cross him, be prepared to fight for your life. Otherwise, you wont have one.


LIKES AND DISLIKES
Justin likes watching you suffer. Screaming for help; knowing no help will come. He likes to take a life with his hands. He gets a rush like no other when he takes someones life. He also has a passion for swords and lightsabers. He loves the feeling of a sword in his hands, slicing through someone's body.

He dislikes people who stand between him and his goal at the time. He dislikes people who try to help him or "save" him. Really, he dislikes anything that stands for justice. Because to him, justice is dead.


STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Justin is good with swords, small swords, and daggers. Swords are the only weapon he'll use. He doesn't like blasters or things of the sort. He believes a true challenge lies in swordsmanship. He prefers hand-to-hand combat though. With his small size, he's also good at sneaking around and going unnoticed.

On the flip side, he doesn't know how to pilot, use blasters, or repair things. He didn't go to school either. When Justin grew up his father taught him "street smarts". Therefore, Justin isn't the smartest or brightest person in the world. However, he does have amazing "street smarts".

BIOGRAPHY
'Wake up, kid. Wake up! I want you to witness what happens to people who cross me.'

'Where, where am I? Who, who are you?'

'That doesn't matter. What does matter is your parents. They are going to pay.'

'Pay? Pay for what? Why are my hands tied! Dad! Mom!'

'There's no need to yell. They are right here.'

The man snapped his fingers and two guys in front of Justin lifted a black tarp. His parents were unconscious under the tarp. Hands bind behind their back, tape over their mouths. They both began to come to.

'What do you want from us? What are you going to do to us?'

'Son. Do you know who I am? I am the man who runs the Under City. Your parents have been stealing from me and lying to me. Lying to my face! I'm going to show you what I do to thieves and liars.'

One of the men next to Justin's parents stood up his father and walked him close to him. The man talking to Justin started to roll back his sleeves. He geared back his right arm and leveled his father.

'Damnit! I said hold him.'

The man stood his dad back up, locking his hands behind his head. The man who had been doing all the talking started to lay into his dad again. Justin yelled for him to stop countless of times. His mother was screaming, but it was muffled due to the tape. The man reared back one more time, and put everything into the punch. The man holding him up dropped him. He fell to the floor like dead weight.

'He's dead, boss.'

'No shit. I just beat the life out of him.'

'What do you want us to do with her?'

'Lets ask her son. What do you want us to do? She can either suffer the same fate as your father. Or she can take the quick and painless way. You have five seconds to give me an answer.'

Justin froze. He didn't know what to say. All of a sudden the man pulled a blaster from his belt and shot one round. The next thing he knew his mother's body flopped to the floor. Blood was rushing from her head covering the floor. He let out a loud scream, tears forming in his eyes.

One of the men cut loose Justin and he fell to the floor. The three men left, leaving him with his dead parents. It took a while for him to come to his senses and get help.

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'When it comes to Johnathan Joseph, we find the defendant not guilty of the two counts of murder charged against him.'

'What! I watched him kill my parents in cold blood. This is outrageous!'

Justin slammed his fists on the table in front of him. He then stormed out of the building. Ten minutes later Johnathan came out, protected by his body guards. He was grinning from ear to ear.

'I told you kid, I'm untouchable.'

'I promise you, I will get my revenge. It might not come today, tomorrow, or the next year. But your head, is mine.'

'There's nothing a 15 year old boy can do to me.'

Johnathan walked off, Justin clinched his fists together. That day his plot for revenge started. He was going to get stronger. He was going to become a killing machine. He was going to wall off all of humanity. When justice fails, he will not.

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Five years later Justin was ready for his revenge. He moved to Stewjon five years ago to live with his uncle. There he learned how to become a killer. First, he taught him how to wield a sword. How to be precise as possible with his movements while maintaining speed and power. He also learned how to throw daggers with pinpoint accuracy and blinding speed. Hitting a apple dead center at 100 yards was no easy task.

Second, he taught him how to be a shadow. He rigged a floor to shock Justin whenever he put normal pressure on it. It took him over three and a half years how to become a shadow. And by the end, he didn't have any nerves left in his feet. Now that he had the ability to be a shadow, his training was getting closer to becoming complete.

The final thing his uncle taught him was to have no emotion, no attachment. And to finish his training, he had to kill his uncle. At first, he couldn't do it. His uncle kept pressing him and pressing him. Once he brought up the murder getting away free, Justin snapped.

In a blink of the eye, one of the daggers he had sheathed in his vest ended up in his uncle's forehead. He couldn't believe it. He just killed his uncle. What had he done? There was no turning back. If he was to quit his uncle's dead would be in vein.

And that's where we are now. He mad the trip back to Coruscant, revenge on his mind. The compound Johnathan stayed in was easy to find and spot. Suited up in a all black and weapons ready, it was time. Once dark time was upon the compound, he began.

As his maneuvered his way down the street towards the compound he readied two daggers. Once he was within forty yards of the font gate, he let the two daggers fly. The two guards at the front gate dropped in an instant. He searched their bodies for a key guard and found one.

Once inside the compound he made his way towards the barracks. Once inside he came across six sleeping guards. He reached behind him and began to slowly unsheathe his sword. One by one he would hover his left hand over the guard's mouth before driving his sword through their chest with his right hand. As he was leaving the barracks another guard stumbled in. He was opprobriously drunk.

The guard finally noticed the other six were dead. Justin was already slowly closing the door behind him. When the guard turned to face the door, he came up with his sword, cutting the guards neck at a left to right angle. He then kicked the body onto the first bed where the guard bled out.

After leaving the barracks he made his way to the armory. Two guards kept him from sabotaging their weapons cache. But that didn't last long. The two guards were in conversation when he thrust his sword through the first guard's chest. The other guard was in shock and didn't have time to react. That's when Justin spun to his right, pulling a dagger with his left hand, planting it in the second guards neck.

He ripped the sword and dagger out at the same time. Both bodies crashed to the floor with a loud thud. After looking around for ten minutes he found the timed bombs. He set five of them for 15 minutes, placed four in every corner of the building, one in the center. Once on the outside of the armory he broke the lock.

Making off in a sprint he made his way to Johnathan's house. Once inside, he made his way toward the main chamber. Johnathan was already waiting for him. But, he didn't know it was Justin.

'What do you want! I can get you anything you want!'

'What do I want? You know what I want. I want justice.' He was about seven yards from him, and slowly removed the silk mask he was wearing. He then let out a grin. 'Do you remember me?'

'You, you!'

'Yes. It is me. I told you. Your head is mine.'

In one quick motion he unsheathed his sword, sliced horizontally at his neck, severing it from his body. Blood began to shoot out, covering the ceiling. He kicked the body back and bagged the head. He then made his way back to the front gate. Once he reached the front gate, the armory exploded. Then a bigger explosion happened right after the initial blast. The job was done.

That night he took the last picture he had of his parents, threw it in the fire, then took Johnathan's head, and threw it in the fire. That night, a beast was born inside him. One that he wouldn't be able to contain. One he wouldn't contain.


KILLS
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED
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ROLE-PLAYS
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