Post by B.D Saint on Aug 27, 2011 19:26:53 GMT -5
Name: Jace Ignotus
Species: Human
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5"11/ 180 lbs.
Appearance: Jace stands at around 5"11, with blue, medium length, hair and blue eyes. Blue and white tribal stripe tattoos run from his torso up to his face and around his eyes. Jace is pretty light skinned, in dire need of a tan, and physically he is fit but his strength is average at best. He is usually seen wearing his own personalized, blue-grey, robes covered in markings similar to those tattooed on him.
Personality: Jace is a very laid back kind of guy. He can seem like a bit of the serious type from his appearance, but once you get to know him he's really an all around good guy. He likes to relax and have a good time, but knows when the fun and games are over and he's ready to get down to business.
Character Rank: None really. He's part of no organization.
Special Skills: Martial arts, and sword fighting.
Lightsaber Forms: Proficient Shii-Cho,
Proficient Djem So
Physical Attributes
Strength: 30
Speed: 60
Intelligence: 60
Force Proficiency
Telekinesis: 40
Telepathy: 20
Body: 30
Sense: 20
Channel: 50
Alignment: 15
Bio: Jace Starfire, born on planet Coruscant to mother Nicole Ignotus and father Avery Ignotus. He lived a pretty normal life for the most part. His mother was a waitress at a local diner and his father owned a small speeder dealership. Jace didn't have much to worry about. He had a good life, stable home, his parents had average enough money. Everything was fine, that is until his coward of a father walked out on he and his mother. Jace remembered standing in the doorway of his room that night listening to his mother and father fight with such intensity. As Jace stepped out to attempt to make them calm his dad was walking out the door. Jace yelled for his father but all he got in return was a cold heavily sloshed stare from his father before he turned and walked out of their lives forever. Jace never forgot this moment.. Growing up from this point on was rough. Nicole had to move them out of the house he'd known so long and they ended up in a pretty slummy neighborhood, in a cracker box little cage of an apartment. What else could she really afford on her considerably low income working as a waitress? Jace fell in with the wrong crowd very quickly. By the time he was fourteen years old he became a member of a local gang. Robbing small businesses, mugging people for what little money they had, getting involved in a lot of elicit behavior. It was the only thing he could do though in order for his mother and himself to be protected and to bring in a little more money. He wasn't truly friends with anyone in the gang. It was more of just a partnership. The only friend Jace ever had at this point in his life was a little old man that went by the name of Clint. Clint kept a close eye of Jace and was always there when Jace needed him. He was Jace's only father figure to even slightly model himself after. It was good for Jace though.
Clint always tried to tell Jace "There's better ways to go about protecting your family. You don't need to run around with a bunch of ruthless low-lives to do it. You just gotta know what you're doing boy. Get your head on straight." Jace thought these words to be foolish until Clint proved him otherwise. "Come at me with your best shot boy. I'll even let you use that vibro-blade you carry around your hip like some tough guy." Clint said standing to his feet and getting into stance. Jace smirked, slightly amused by this, and came at Clint half power, not wanting to hurt the old man. Bad Idea on Jace's part. Next thing he knew he was on the ground, disarmed and shocked. Clint twirled Jace's vibro-blade around above him and stuck the tip to Jace's neck. "And this is the part where you would die, if you were out on the street somewhere." Clint said, removing the blade from Jace and helping him to his feet. "How did you do that? Your five times as old as me and you look positively frail?" Jace said in shock. Clint ignored the teenage words of frailty and smiled. "Just gotta know what your doing kid."
Jace began to train in martial-arts and sword fighting under Clint's tutelage almost immediately. Jace was sixteen at this point in time. Clint could be a very tough master to work with but he was a damn good one that was for sure. He taught Jace how to disarm an opposing sword fighter, after Jace failed miserably countless times, getting disarmed himself. "You fight to hard kid. Keep those parries short, tight, and close to you and do it as quickly as you can. You need to let me be the one to advance on you. You'll never get it down until you lose some of that intensity. Calm yourself child." Jace was told countless times. Sword fighting was the primary area they trained in, but Clint also trained Jace in unarmed combat just in case he ever needed it. He taught him the proper way to throw a kick, to defend himself against a stronger or faster opponent, and how to hold his own when up against two or more opponents. Jace came back to Clints place all broken and bruised one day, having just lost a fight miserably against four other guys. "You don't have to act so tough boy. If you know going into it that you're going to get beat then why rush into it face first? Doesn't make much sense. If you know your not going to make it out a victor in any way shape or form, and there's nothing that you're fighting for that's all that important then get the hell out of there!" Clint told Jace while patching him up that day. The gang was nothing but trouble for Jace. And Clint pursued getting him out of it constantly. Clint was finally able to talk Jace into dropping out of the gang when he was seventeen.
Jace felt pretty good about himself at this point. He had met a woman that he cared for and he was cleaning himself up. All was well until one night Jace went out on a date with his new fling to a nice dinner that he could pay for with his honest money from his new job. They had a great night but Jace was not ready for what he was about to find when he returned home. Jace walked in the front door of his mother's house and flipped on the light to find his mother tied to the table raped and dead. Jace instantly hit his knees in shock. They didn't own a phone so Jace rushed out of his house and headed to Clint's first thing. Jace dialed the local law enforcement from Clint's house and explained the situation hysterically to his master. "Calm yourself boy, your doing no good to yourself, or your mother acting this way." Jace slowly calmed his babbling down but all he could find within himself after that point was anger, and lust for revenge. He went to storm out of the house against his masters words but the next thing he knew he was waking up in a small starship. "Where the hell are we? what did you do? and where are we going?" Jace yelled angrily looking up at Clint. "I hit you over the head with my cane. You were being foolish. We're headed somewhere where you can finish your training without you having these feelings of going out and killing a bunch of low-lives." Clint said simply. "Finish my training? what good is it going to do me now? I don't want more sword fighting techniques I want their heads." Jace yelled still angry. Clint sat silently for a moment before he continued with what he had to say. "I'm not teaching you anymore sword fighting techniques boy. I shouldn't be doing this right now with how your acting and what you've been through. But I feel as though it would be best. Jace.. I'm going to train you in the ways of the force. You are sensitive." Clint said leaving the room and Jace in a state of shock.
Jace and Clint went from here to live on Tatooine. Clint took Jace to a small house away from most of the population that he owned to train Jace in solitude. Jace hated the idea of being away from the murderers that killed his mother but soon enough he calmed down about it and began to be able to think clearly on it. Once he had Clint began training Jace in the use of the force. Clint put Jace through some long hard training. Jace spent hours meditating and clearing his mind. Jace didn't have much trouble with his concentration. He had been able to concentrate on one thing whenever he needed to quite well all his life. Jace was amazed the first time he opened his mind from meditation to find four small pieces of scrap metal floating around him. He had finally used the force for the first time. In his amazement however he lost concentration and dropped the rocks almost instantly.
Over the years spent training under Clint, Jace got considerably better at using the force. He was certainly no master but he was making progress. The first time Jace learned of force lightning he awoke from a dream of his mother being raped and murdered. Once he awoke he screamed in anger and unknowingly channeled his anger into the force and let off an intense blast of lightning within his room. Clint laughed at Jace after this and explained to him what had just happened. Jace liked this ability and wanted to work on it further. He began spending hours at a time outside channeling his anger into blasts of lightning out into the nothingness of the desert. Clint saw no problem in Jace doing this because it was actually helping Jace with his anger problems. Letting it go in the form of lightning was keeping it from dwelling within him waiting to burst. Jace was gifted a lightsaber by Clint when he was the age of eighteen. It was a single hilt blue lightsaber. This is when Clint began training Jace in lightsaber combat as well.
Jace was taught the basics of Shii-Cho and got it up to where he was average in that form. At this time Clint began to teach Jace his preferred form of Djem So, which Jace got up to around average skill in as well.
Jace trained with Clint up until age twenty four in that desert. Jace awoke one morning to nothing but a note on the door reading I hate to do this, but this is farewell kid. It's been a good run but I need to return home to Coruscant and you need to head out and figure out what you want to do with your life. You can't stay here in this desert forever. Of course you can, the house is free for you to stay in but you need to live your life. Find purpose. It's all in your hands now kid. You just gotta know what your doing." Jace pocketed this note and moved on. Now he wanders with one thought in mind. Continuing his training in the force and looking for someone to train him.
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Species: Human
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5"11/ 180 lbs.
Appearance: Jace stands at around 5"11, with blue, medium length, hair and blue eyes. Blue and white tribal stripe tattoos run from his torso up to his face and around his eyes. Jace is pretty light skinned, in dire need of a tan, and physically he is fit but his strength is average at best. He is usually seen wearing his own personalized, blue-grey, robes covered in markings similar to those tattooed on him.
Personality: Jace is a very laid back kind of guy. He can seem like a bit of the serious type from his appearance, but once you get to know him he's really an all around good guy. He likes to relax and have a good time, but knows when the fun and games are over and he's ready to get down to business.
Character Rank: None really. He's part of no organization.
Special Skills: Martial arts, and sword fighting.
Lightsaber Forms: Proficient Shii-Cho,
Proficient Djem So
Physical Attributes
Strength: 30
Speed: 60
Intelligence: 60
Force Proficiency
Telekinesis: 40
Telepathy: 20
Body: 30
Sense: 20
Channel: 50
Alignment: 15
Bio: Jace Starfire, born on planet Coruscant to mother Nicole Ignotus and father Avery Ignotus. He lived a pretty normal life for the most part. His mother was a waitress at a local diner and his father owned a small speeder dealership. Jace didn't have much to worry about. He had a good life, stable home, his parents had average enough money. Everything was fine, that is until his coward of a father walked out on he and his mother. Jace remembered standing in the doorway of his room that night listening to his mother and father fight with such intensity. As Jace stepped out to attempt to make them calm his dad was walking out the door. Jace yelled for his father but all he got in return was a cold heavily sloshed stare from his father before he turned and walked out of their lives forever. Jace never forgot this moment.. Growing up from this point on was rough. Nicole had to move them out of the house he'd known so long and they ended up in a pretty slummy neighborhood, in a cracker box little cage of an apartment. What else could she really afford on her considerably low income working as a waitress? Jace fell in with the wrong crowd very quickly. By the time he was fourteen years old he became a member of a local gang. Robbing small businesses, mugging people for what little money they had, getting involved in a lot of elicit behavior. It was the only thing he could do though in order for his mother and himself to be protected and to bring in a little more money. He wasn't truly friends with anyone in the gang. It was more of just a partnership. The only friend Jace ever had at this point in his life was a little old man that went by the name of Clint. Clint kept a close eye of Jace and was always there when Jace needed him. He was Jace's only father figure to even slightly model himself after. It was good for Jace though.
Clint always tried to tell Jace "There's better ways to go about protecting your family. You don't need to run around with a bunch of ruthless low-lives to do it. You just gotta know what you're doing boy. Get your head on straight." Jace thought these words to be foolish until Clint proved him otherwise. "Come at me with your best shot boy. I'll even let you use that vibro-blade you carry around your hip like some tough guy." Clint said standing to his feet and getting into stance. Jace smirked, slightly amused by this, and came at Clint half power, not wanting to hurt the old man. Bad Idea on Jace's part. Next thing he knew he was on the ground, disarmed and shocked. Clint twirled Jace's vibro-blade around above him and stuck the tip to Jace's neck. "And this is the part where you would die, if you were out on the street somewhere." Clint said, removing the blade from Jace and helping him to his feet. "How did you do that? Your five times as old as me and you look positively frail?" Jace said in shock. Clint ignored the teenage words of frailty and smiled. "Just gotta know what your doing kid."
Jace began to train in martial-arts and sword fighting under Clint's tutelage almost immediately. Jace was sixteen at this point in time. Clint could be a very tough master to work with but he was a damn good one that was for sure. He taught Jace how to disarm an opposing sword fighter, after Jace failed miserably countless times, getting disarmed himself. "You fight to hard kid. Keep those parries short, tight, and close to you and do it as quickly as you can. You need to let me be the one to advance on you. You'll never get it down until you lose some of that intensity. Calm yourself child." Jace was told countless times. Sword fighting was the primary area they trained in, but Clint also trained Jace in unarmed combat just in case he ever needed it. He taught him the proper way to throw a kick, to defend himself against a stronger or faster opponent, and how to hold his own when up against two or more opponents. Jace came back to Clints place all broken and bruised one day, having just lost a fight miserably against four other guys. "You don't have to act so tough boy. If you know going into it that you're going to get beat then why rush into it face first? Doesn't make much sense. If you know your not going to make it out a victor in any way shape or form, and there's nothing that you're fighting for that's all that important then get the hell out of there!" Clint told Jace while patching him up that day. The gang was nothing but trouble for Jace. And Clint pursued getting him out of it constantly. Clint was finally able to talk Jace into dropping out of the gang when he was seventeen.
Jace felt pretty good about himself at this point. He had met a woman that he cared for and he was cleaning himself up. All was well until one night Jace went out on a date with his new fling to a nice dinner that he could pay for with his honest money from his new job. They had a great night but Jace was not ready for what he was about to find when he returned home. Jace walked in the front door of his mother's house and flipped on the light to find his mother tied to the table raped and dead. Jace instantly hit his knees in shock. They didn't own a phone so Jace rushed out of his house and headed to Clint's first thing. Jace dialed the local law enforcement from Clint's house and explained the situation hysterically to his master. "Calm yourself boy, your doing no good to yourself, or your mother acting this way." Jace slowly calmed his babbling down but all he could find within himself after that point was anger, and lust for revenge. He went to storm out of the house against his masters words but the next thing he knew he was waking up in a small starship. "Where the hell are we? what did you do? and where are we going?" Jace yelled angrily looking up at Clint. "I hit you over the head with my cane. You were being foolish. We're headed somewhere where you can finish your training without you having these feelings of going out and killing a bunch of low-lives." Clint said simply. "Finish my training? what good is it going to do me now? I don't want more sword fighting techniques I want their heads." Jace yelled still angry. Clint sat silently for a moment before he continued with what he had to say. "I'm not teaching you anymore sword fighting techniques boy. I shouldn't be doing this right now with how your acting and what you've been through. But I feel as though it would be best. Jace.. I'm going to train you in the ways of the force. You are sensitive." Clint said leaving the room and Jace in a state of shock.
Jace and Clint went from here to live on Tatooine. Clint took Jace to a small house away from most of the population that he owned to train Jace in solitude. Jace hated the idea of being away from the murderers that killed his mother but soon enough he calmed down about it and began to be able to think clearly on it. Once he had Clint began training Jace in the use of the force. Clint put Jace through some long hard training. Jace spent hours meditating and clearing his mind. Jace didn't have much trouble with his concentration. He had been able to concentrate on one thing whenever he needed to quite well all his life. Jace was amazed the first time he opened his mind from meditation to find four small pieces of scrap metal floating around him. He had finally used the force for the first time. In his amazement however he lost concentration and dropped the rocks almost instantly.
Over the years spent training under Clint, Jace got considerably better at using the force. He was certainly no master but he was making progress. The first time Jace learned of force lightning he awoke from a dream of his mother being raped and murdered. Once he awoke he screamed in anger and unknowingly channeled his anger into the force and let off an intense blast of lightning within his room. Clint laughed at Jace after this and explained to him what had just happened. Jace liked this ability and wanted to work on it further. He began spending hours at a time outside channeling his anger into blasts of lightning out into the nothingness of the desert. Clint saw no problem in Jace doing this because it was actually helping Jace with his anger problems. Letting it go in the form of lightning was keeping it from dwelling within him waiting to burst. Jace was gifted a lightsaber by Clint when he was the age of eighteen. It was a single hilt blue lightsaber. This is when Clint began training Jace in lightsaber combat as well.
Jace was taught the basics of Shii-Cho and got it up to where he was average in that form. At this time Clint began to teach Jace his preferred form of Djem So, which Jace got up to around average skill in as well.
Jace trained with Clint up until age twenty four in that desert. Jace awoke one morning to nothing but a note on the door reading I hate to do this, but this is farewell kid. It's been a good run but I need to return home to Coruscant and you need to head out and figure out what you want to do with your life. You can't stay here in this desert forever. Of course you can, the house is free for you to stay in but you need to live your life. Find purpose. It's all in your hands now kid. You just gotta know what your doing." Jace pocketed this note and moved on. Now he wanders with one thought in mind. Continuing his training in the force and looking for someone to train him.
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