Fencer, James

[Ascending_1]

NAME: James Fencer
FACTION: Republic Navy
RANK: Undetermined
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 160 lbs.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Blond
SKIN: Caucasian
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoo on right shoulder - "Courtesy Of The Kill."
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTH: Nothing extraordinary, considering his build. James exercises regularly, partly due to his obligation and partly due to his desire to his desire to better himself.
6/10
DEXTERITY: Relatively dextrous, his field requires him to maintain certain levels of speed and agility. He pushes himself to exceed the levels expected of him.
6/10
CONSTITUTION: High. An expected product of his exercise.
7/10
INTELLIGENCE: Hoping to be commissioned one day, James studies every night before bed, during each meal, and whenever he gets a spare moment during the day.
8/10
WISDOM: Nothing special. Young and fresh into the military, he has little knowledge of the way things are.
3/10
CHARISMA: Could be more outgoing. As it is, he's rather soft-spoken, and he rarely goes out of his way to befriend others. He does, however, maintain a professional attitude, and is always ready to assist others as is expected of him.
5/10

FORCE POWERS:
N/A

SKILLS:

• Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat - An essential in the military. However, due to the low expectation of melee combat aboard ships, his trainers were somewhat lax in his training.
• Basic Firearms Training - "Sharpshooter" - Another must for servicemembers. James scored high enough on his qualifications to earn a nice little medal.
• Basic Technical Training - Prior to enlisting, James did whatever he could to improve his chances at promotion. One of these things was working in a repair shop for a while. He gained some skill in computer programming and mechanical repair.
• Linguistics - A result of several years of study and tutelage, James is fluent in several languages. Binary, Huttese, and Mando'a are all familiar to him, although his skill is conversational at best.

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:

• Fast Hand - Enrolled in private schools for several years, James chose fencing as an extracurricular activity. He became quite proficient at it, although he now needs to re-teach himself to fight with his left hand, his right having become somewhat less useful than it once was.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths

• Dedication - Whenever he is given an assignment, James makes sure that it is completed. He is loyal to his service and to the Republic, and he is willing to do whatever he can in service to it.
• Intellect - After years of study, and aided by a natural gift for knowledge, James is quite skilled in a variety of areas.

Weaknesses

• Confidence - Whenever something new comes up, James isn't exactly certain how to handle it. He'll perform his job just the same, but the uncertainty will eat away at him until he resolves the problem.
• Weak Hand - After a particularly traumatic incident, James has been forced to become left-hand dominant, his right having been replaced by a prosthetic, and he has yet to fully adapt to it.

GEAR:

• Saber - A simple, yet elegantly designed sword, given to him as a gift on the day of his graduation from basic training. Worn on the left hip.
• Blaster - A weapon tailored to James' needs, with rapid fire capabilities and a high ammunition capacity. Worn in a magnetic small-of-back holster.

SHIP:
N/A

PETS:
N/A

PERSONALITY:
Normally a quiet individual, James finds it hard to believe that he's enlisted. To him, it still feels as though he should be going to school every morning. The more he thinks about it, the more serving in the military feels right. And, since he doesn't plan on getting out any time soon, he wants to become an officer, so he can at least get a bit more pay for his time.

James misses home terribly, but doesn't dwell on it too much. He keeps himself occupied with study or work, and he always finds something to entertain himself on leave. He hasn't been in more than a handful of fights in his life, although he is well trained in preparation for them. James isn't one to simply get mad and start something. However, he may snap one day and work himself into a violent state. He's always dismissive of petty issues, and does the best he can to resolve problems with others.

 

[Ascending_1]

HISTORY:
Born to a rich family on Coruscant, James was treated to an expensive private education. His mother was a senator, and his father was a member of the planetary security force. He didn't exactly appreciate the tools to succeed at the time they were given to him, and he was usually unhappy when the time came to head off for his classes. His parents, sensing this, enrolled him in a variety of extracurricular programs, both to find out what he was interested in, and to make his resumé look better when he finished. He fell in love with sword fighting, and was immediately set up with a private teacher of an old, deadly, elegant style. In addition to this, he began studying alien languages in his time off, shutting himself away from the outside world.

When he was fourteen, James was traveling through the lower levels of Coruscant, following a few of his less responsible friends on some misguided teenage adventure. Apparently, they began a game of hide-and-seek, and forgot to tell him about it. He began seeking, and soon became hopelessly lost. He contacted his father to see what he should do, and was attacked shortly after ending the communication. A dirty thief, armed with a rusty, cracked vibrosword, charged James and demanded all of his possessions. He refused, and the man got violent. In the attack, James' right arm was badly wounded by the vibroblade, shredded and pulverized beyond repair. The attacker tried to take advantage of James' injuries, and began feeling through his pockets, prematurely attempting to loot him. James took his weapon, and drove it through his chest. His father found him next to the corpse of the attacker, almost bled to death and severely wounded. After hours of surgery, his condition was improved, but his arm couldn't be saved. So, taking a little chunk out of their funds, James' parents commissioned a prosthetic for him. No underworld customizations, just a simple, sturdy chrome and white synthetic that was designed not to overcompensate, giving him back only the strength he had lost. The new hand was unfamiliar to him, and James found that it didn't respond quite as well as a flesh-and-blood limb did. So, he began training the use of his left hand in day-to-day activities.

By the time he was sixteen, James had no idea what to do with his life. His parents continued to push him towards making a decision, but he wouldn't make up his mind. Eventually, a talk with the military recruiters put him on the military track. So, he began grooming himself for a career in the military. He took extra classes, worked hard on his schoolwork, and threw himself into his sword training. Within two years, he had an impressive collection of skills for someone just out of school. He signed the contract as soon as he'd graduated, and he was shipped off to training shortly after.

KILLS:
N/A

DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A

ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A