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Sace Vsil
AGE
► 18
SPECIES
► Sluissi
HEIGHT
► 6’
WEIGHT
► 200
EYE COLOR
► Dark Blue
SKIN COLOR
► White scales
HOMEWORLD
► Sluis Van
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Jedi
RANK
► Padawan
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes (unawoken)
BIOGRAPHY
Growing up on Sluis Van wasn't much different than growing up in any other industrial world. Other than the occasional off-worlder either looking to broaden their manufacturing business, or the occasional down-trodden drunk just looking for some work. Mechanic shops were a dime a dozen on this planet, although the Vsil families shop had one thing no others had, longevity. The mechanic shop had been in the family for at least 5 generations, making freighters and starfighters for any who had the coin to spare.
The legacy
Sace was an only child, and as an only child there was a lot expected of him. His father ran the mechanic shop, which could be better described as an entire factory at this point, just as his father had done before him, and his before that and so on. Sace knew how to take apart and reassemble starfighter engines by the age of 12. “ One day this’ll all be yoursss.” his father would tell him, despite his aboration for fixing engines. Sace knew what his father wanted, and it seemed like that's all he had wanted, for the Vsil legacy to live on...through this factory. Always hearing about his grandfather's legacy and accomplishments…
”Shakti, or Shock as we would call him, was the best fighter pilot and mechanic around...he gave his life for this galaxy and made enough to set up a great life for his kids.”
“Grandpa Shock cut through the enemy with his Razorback on Pantora...took out half the fleet on his own.”
Things like this went on and on, but as much as his father idolized his grandfather, no one ever spoke about their great uncle, Loogo Vsil. In fact whenever Sace would ask about him, which usually meant using up the only free time during the day when his father would be throwing enough back to poison himself, he was met with anger and dismissiveness. As if Loogo was to blame for the death of his only brother. And whenever it was brought up at these end-of-day rants, the drinking only got worse.
Hidden in the shed
Whenever his father would let him take a break from working at the factory and actually attend school, Sace would blow it off and convince his friends to join him. These events did not happen too often, but when they did Sace found himself stealing one of his fathers racers and partaking in underground races near the Hutt worlds like Nar Shadaa, but even Rodia was too far away. They would usually settle for off track races on Servacos to bide their time.
On one particular instance. Sace was met with this opportunity once more, hitting up his friends to ditch school and head over to his place to grab a racer and go. Though Sace remembered the last incident when his father had caught on…” You go and take one of my sshipss again and I’ll cut your tail off!!” he yelled in a drunken rage. Sace had to think...he couldnt take a starfighter from the factory, despite him really wanting to tell his dad off. He had to come up with another solution.
Remembering about the shed on his small estate where he lived, he advised his friends to meet him at his house, but to meet him in front of the shed next door. His friends, just as anxious to disobey authority and ditch school, wondered what Sace’s plans were since he would be unable to get a fighter from his father. Sace knew what was in the shed, just unknown of their condition. Wrapping on a keypad next to the doors, the turbolift doors opened, revealing three ships.
Sace slithered right in heading for the Delta-7B Aethersprite-class light interceptor. “You guys head over to the freighter…” pointing at the YT-7130 Light Freighter. “ We gotta hook this racer up so we can get to Ssservacos…” Sace said in a hurry and his friends followed suit. “You sure these old hunks of metal can fly?”...”Sshut up and ssstart the engine...I’ll bring ssome life back into this thing.” Not knowing of the history of these two ships, Sace headed off to Servacos.
…
“Well that didn't go as planned...or did it Sssace?” his friend looked over to him. “Bro you think I wanted to blow the engine or ssome sshit…?” Sace was aggravated...at least the freighter made it back in one piece. Not bothering to unhook the fighter from the freighter, Sacde returned both back to the shed and told his friends to leave, it was about time for them to ‘return from school’ anyway.
“What the hell is...isss that a katana?”
The subsequent actions of his most recent escapades brought Sace back in the shop to fix what he had broken on the fighter...after a hard physical and drunken beating given to him by his father. “You ever go in that sshed again, and I’ll give you more than a few bruises!” Sace ignored the rant, but did get to work on fixing up the fighter. First thing he had to do was unhook it from the freighter. Slithering into the YT class ramp, he headed for the cockpit. Lifting up a panel to access the respective buttons that controlled the exterior cable links, Sace accidentally hit a lock switch. The switch activated and unblocked a storage unit behind the navigator's seat in the other end of the cockpit. Sace was confused as to why there would be a lock switch on the control panel and went over to close the storage unit, which was large and seemingly filled with stuff. Sace’s curiosity got the better of him, so he reached in and pulled out what appeared to be a long stick shape wrapped in cloth. Uncovering to reveal a sheath and long hilt of a sword...“What the hell is...isss that a katana?” pulling the cloth to uncover more…”Thatsss a damn lightsssaber!” He said in shock as he uncovered a two foot hilt made of different materials and covered with buttons and switches.
“I have to uncover the truth...there's something they're not telling me!”
“What the hell is thisss about?!” Sace stormed into his home where his mother was preparing food and his father had already started his end-day ritual. His father popped up enraged at his son's boldness, then looked in his hands and became all the more upset. “Where’d you find that?! Those should have been desstroyed a long time ago!”
“Desstroyed?...Whose…” Sace was interrupted when his father snatched for the items, managing to grab the lightsaber hilt and launching it across the room towards the durasteel wall. The hilt shattered in pieces. “Those were you foolish great uncless...he was a damn Jedi...made your grandfather get killed...and jussst like him the Jedai are ssscum, ya undrsstand? Ssscum!”
Sace grew furious, after every word he spoke his anger grew more and more. “My...my great uncle was a Jedi and all you talk about is grandpa?!”
“Your great uncle wass a piece of shut, dont deserved to be remembered. Now my popsss on the other hand...he fought for our rightsss, and built all of this for uss!” He said as he flung his arms in the air pointing at the walls. “He only got killed cuz he felt he had to protect his ssstupid younger brother fur joining those damn Jedai!”
Sace went over to pick up the pieces…
“Throw them ssshits in the trash!”
Sace was infuriated…
“I sssaid, throw them sshits in the trash!” His father slithered over and went to grab for the rest of what was in Sace’s hands.
“Get back!” Sace was enraged at this point...fed up with the constant abuse he had taken from his father, physicality was one thing, but now all the lies. Sace pushed back, as hard as he could, but couldnt feel his skin touching his father. Despite this, his father flew back a foot in shock…”You jussst hit me kid?...I’ll teach you!” he went for Sace again. And again Sace pushed, letting go of all the anger he had stored in him, pushing out with both hands and dropping both hilts. Again no contact was made but this time his father flew against the durasteel wall.
He hit it hard.
Hard enough to fall down knocking whatever furniture was underneath over. He fell like dead weight. His mother saw the whole commotion, but said nothing...as she always did. Never bothered to step in when he was getting out of hand with her own son. After a second of his father not moving and his mother standing in shock, Sace gathered the pieces of hilt and headed for the shed.
He was tired of the lies...of the abuse...of the lack of concern for his well being.
He would see what the world had to offer him aside from Sluis Van...maybe even see if he could follow in his great uncle's footsteps...
Personality
Slace is young, as such he can be very immature in many ways. Although when times comes to focus and work, his motto is “Work smarter not harder her...that way I can get it done quicker.” Slace can certainly be stubborn at times, as well as spoiled. Growing up in a world of star fighter mechanic shops, his fathers factory is one of the most successful which grants them the privilege of being wealthy. As such since the factory has been in his family for a long time, there wasn't a point in his life where they were not privileged.
Skills
Sace is an expert starship mechanic. Being taught at a young age the art of building and repairing starfighters and ships alike, in the hopes of becoming the next of kin to run his fathers legacy. As such with building them, Slace is an expert pilot as well. Also learning to fly at a very young age, he took up underground starfighter racing on very unsavory planets, coming up prosperous on most occasions.
Equipment
+Datapad
+Antique R-8 series astromech droid
+Family heirloom katana lightsaber
+Family heirloom double bladed lightsaber
Ship(s)
+"Lodestar" Corellian YT-7130 Light Freighter
+"Heart of Shakti" Delta-7B Aethersprite-class light interceptor
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