Post by Si Quan on Aug 8, 2011 23:18:26 GMT -5
Name: Jon Cycra
Species: Human
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'1", 150 lbs.
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The Beginning?
The man was awoken as the transport came to a jolting stop. He stepped off and took a few steps before he realized he didn’t know where he was. He began mumbling under his breath, trying to hold onto the little information about himself he could think of:
“My name is Jon Cycra.
My names is Jon Cycra
My name…"
He noticed a dark figure leaning against a building, causing him to momentarily lose his concentration. The figure had a hood up, casting a shadow over most of his face. His eyes were hidden from view, but Jon could almost sense them staring, watching him. The figure lifted a death stick to his face, its faint glow briefly illuminating his scarred skin and his cold, dark eyes.
Jon recognized that face. Memories were slowly coming back to him, but they were difficult to hold on to. He had forgotten so many times it was becoming almost impossible remember.
Don’t trust that man. Kill him.
Jon moved towards the figure, but the man stood up and blended in with the large crowd of people walking through the busy street. He chased after him, pushing people out of the way, but the figure continued to elude him. The figure turned down an alley and entered a building with no sign or name to indicate its purpose. Jon followed, and found himself in a crowded cantina.
It was dark and loud. Voices, music, and other sounds mixed together into a horrible noise. The stink of the place was unbearable. Jon’s head was pounding, and the confusion began to rise in his mind.
Don’t trust that man. Don’t let him get away. Find him. Kill him.
He needed to sit down. The noise was piercing through his mind. And that stink.
Find him…
Find…
A man sat down across the table, making him lose his concentration. The man lit a death stick and brought it close to his face, its faint glow briefly illuminating his scarred face and his cold, dark eyes. His mind began to race.
I know that face…
My name….
my name….
is….
“Jon.” said the figure with a smile. “Want a death stick?”
An Offer He Couldn’t Refuse
The man had a proposition for him. In return for doing him a few favors, the man would help Jon find the person he was looking for. Jon could not remember looking for anybody, but the man assured him that he was.
“Check your pocket.”
Jon reached inside his pocket and closed his fingers around a small metal disk. He pulled it out and placed it on the table. Out of the disk came a small hologram of young woman, perhaps 20 years old. She had long brunette hair, which was pulled up in a ponytail, and dazzling green eyes. She smiled up at Jon, and Jon couldn’t help but smile back.
“Who is she…”
“Hell if I know. But you’ve been searching for her for a damn long time.”
There was something familiar about her face. As he stared at the hologram, he began to imagine what she smelt like, what she felt like. He thought perhaps he wasn’t imagining these things, but remembering them.
“What do you want me to do for you?” John asked. The girl from the hologram entranced him. Besides, if he truly was looking for her, perhaps she would know about him, why he couldn’t remember…
“We’ll talk about that later. Come on, let’s get to my ship and get off this rock.”
“Where are we exactly?”
The man tossed away his death stick and crushed it underneath his boot. He looked back up and Jon and smiled.
“Nar Shaddaa. Home to the worst scum you’ll ever meet.”
***
Class had already been dismissed, but Jon stayed behind. He had just been humiliated in front of his classmates. Again.
Master Si Quan, who had been walking by, stepped into the room.
“Is there something wrong, Jon?” He already knew.
“I’m 16 years old, and I still have not been chosen as a padawan. My classmates are all years younger than me, yet still easily best me with a lightsaber. Even the instructors make jokes. Perhaps it’s best I haven’t been chosen yet, I would make the worst jedi...”
“There is no worst jedi. Or best for that matter. Each individual brings something important to the order, and you are no exception.”
Jon stayed silent for a moment. He stared through the windows at the bustling city of Coruscant below.
“I’ve been thinking about leaving the order.”
“Things will-“
Jon cut him off. “The only reason I have stayed this long is because of Aseria. And you.” He suddenly realized that he had interrupted a master and began to apologize, but Si Quan didn’t seem to mind.
The two sat there in silence until Jon heard a familiar voice call his name.
Aseria…
He turned around, but nobody was there. He looked back only to find Si Quan had disappeared too. Blackness seeped into the room, and the walls began dissolving around him. He heard his name called again.
***
Jon sat up in his bed. The man was standing in the doorway to his room.
"Do you enjoy taking people on your ship and watching them sleep?" Jon asked, a bit creeped out.
"You were talking in your sleep."
John then remembered the dream he was having. The people seemed so familiar...
He knew the place from his dream was Coruscant; he must have been at the Jedi Temple. Was he a jedi? He remembered how to do things- he could use the force, he could pilot a ship- and he retained common knowledge like the names of planets and species- but he could not remember who he was.
"Was I a jedi?" Jon asked. He realized it was how silly the question was as soon as he asked it; if he didn't know anything about himself, this man probably didn't either.
The man's response surprised him. "Yes."
Species: Human
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'1", 150 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality:
Character Rank:
Special Skills:
Lightsaber Forms:
Physical Attributes
Strength:
Speed:
Intelligence:
Force Proficiency
Telekinesis:
Telepathy:
Body:
Sense:
Channel:
Alignment:
Bio:
The Beginning?
The man was awoken as the transport came to a jolting stop. He stepped off and took a few steps before he realized he didn’t know where he was. He began mumbling under his breath, trying to hold onto the little information about himself he could think of:
“My name is Jon Cycra.
My names is Jon Cycra
My name…"
He noticed a dark figure leaning against a building, causing him to momentarily lose his concentration. The figure had a hood up, casting a shadow over most of his face. His eyes were hidden from view, but Jon could almost sense them staring, watching him. The figure lifted a death stick to his face, its faint glow briefly illuminating his scarred skin and his cold, dark eyes.
Jon recognized that face. Memories were slowly coming back to him, but they were difficult to hold on to. He had forgotten so many times it was becoming almost impossible remember.
Don’t trust that man. Kill him.
Jon moved towards the figure, but the man stood up and blended in with the large crowd of people walking through the busy street. He chased after him, pushing people out of the way, but the figure continued to elude him. The figure turned down an alley and entered a building with no sign or name to indicate its purpose. Jon followed, and found himself in a crowded cantina.
It was dark and loud. Voices, music, and other sounds mixed together into a horrible noise. The stink of the place was unbearable. Jon’s head was pounding, and the confusion began to rise in his mind.
Don’t trust that man. Don’t let him get away. Find him. Kill him.
He needed to sit down. The noise was piercing through his mind. And that stink.
Find him…
Find…
A man sat down across the table, making him lose his concentration. The man lit a death stick and brought it close to his face, its faint glow briefly illuminating his scarred face and his cold, dark eyes. His mind began to race.
I know that face…
My name….
my name….
is….
“Jon.” said the figure with a smile. “Want a death stick?”
An Offer He Couldn’t Refuse
The man had a proposition for him. In return for doing him a few favors, the man would help Jon find the person he was looking for. Jon could not remember looking for anybody, but the man assured him that he was.
“Check your pocket.”
Jon reached inside his pocket and closed his fingers around a small metal disk. He pulled it out and placed it on the table. Out of the disk came a small hologram of young woman, perhaps 20 years old. She had long brunette hair, which was pulled up in a ponytail, and dazzling green eyes. She smiled up at Jon, and Jon couldn’t help but smile back.
“Who is she…”
“Hell if I know. But you’ve been searching for her for a damn long time.”
There was something familiar about her face. As he stared at the hologram, he began to imagine what she smelt like, what she felt like. He thought perhaps he wasn’t imagining these things, but remembering them.
“What do you want me to do for you?” John asked. The girl from the hologram entranced him. Besides, if he truly was looking for her, perhaps she would know about him, why he couldn’t remember…
“We’ll talk about that later. Come on, let’s get to my ship and get off this rock.”
“Where are we exactly?”
The man tossed away his death stick and crushed it underneath his boot. He looked back up and Jon and smiled.
“Nar Shaddaa. Home to the worst scum you’ll ever meet.”
***
Class had already been dismissed, but Jon stayed behind. He had just been humiliated in front of his classmates. Again.
Master Si Quan, who had been walking by, stepped into the room.
“Is there something wrong, Jon?” He already knew.
“I’m 16 years old, and I still have not been chosen as a padawan. My classmates are all years younger than me, yet still easily best me with a lightsaber. Even the instructors make jokes. Perhaps it’s best I haven’t been chosen yet, I would make the worst jedi...”
“There is no worst jedi. Or best for that matter. Each individual brings something important to the order, and you are no exception.”
Jon stayed silent for a moment. He stared through the windows at the bustling city of Coruscant below.
“I’ve been thinking about leaving the order.”
“Things will-“
Jon cut him off. “The only reason I have stayed this long is because of Aseria. And you.” He suddenly realized that he had interrupted a master and began to apologize, but Si Quan didn’t seem to mind.
The two sat there in silence until Jon heard a familiar voice call his name.
Aseria…
He turned around, but nobody was there. He looked back only to find Si Quan had disappeared too. Blackness seeped into the room, and the walls began dissolving around him. He heard his name called again.
***
Jon sat up in his bed. The man was standing in the doorway to his room.
"Do you enjoy taking people on your ship and watching them sleep?" Jon asked, a bit creeped out.
"You were talking in your sleep."
John then remembered the dream he was having. The people seemed so familiar...
He knew the place from his dream was Coruscant; he must have been at the Jedi Temple. Was he a jedi? He remembered how to do things- he could use the force, he could pilot a ship- and he retained common knowledge like the names of planets and species- but he could not remember who he was.
"Was I a jedi?" Jon asked. He realized it was how silly the question was as soon as he asked it; if he didn't know anything about himself, this man probably didn't either.
The man's response surprised him. "Yes."