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SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 29
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 250 lbsNAME: Kaizer Sutsgy
FACTION: Jedi Order
RANK: Jedi Knight
HOMEWORLD: Dantooine
PERSONALITY
Kaizer, used to life in the military and, before that, the Outer Rim, is a very practical and blunt person. That said, he maintains a sharp wit and is full of sarcasm. He does not mince words and, while not the most Jedi trait, tends to tell people what he thinks before "translating" it into a more polite and Jedi-like manner. Despite this, he enjoys discourse as it allows him to learn viewpoints and knowledge that were previously unavailable to him. Kaizer is a perfectionist, however, and expects perfection in everything that he does. While he hates failing himself, failing his comrades and especially his friends is a torture that Kaizer hopes to avoid at all costs.
Kaizer is particularly protective and especially loyal of those he views as friends. Having seen multiple younger Jedi die during his time as an inexperienced Knight,
Kaizer views himself as a father figure to these Jedi and seeks to help them whenever possible. To this end, he takes his job as a teacher seriously. Used to a life where your next patient could walk in at any time and where your next mission could come at any moment, Kaizer eats quickly, rests lightly, and rarely lets his guard down.
An extremely light sleeper, Kaizer often takes cat naps whenever plausible so that he is well rested. Kaizer also believes in taking care of yourself so that you can take care of each other and believes in working hard so that one can play hard, though the state of the galaxy keeps Kaizer from playing often.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Kaizer is a combatant first and foremost and his strengths demonstrate this focus. His use and understanding of the Force centers around its use as a tool in combat and Kaizer orients himself towards lightsaber combat. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Kaizer is able to think critically and uses his experience to make up for his lack of book knowledge. Due to his upbringing, Kaizer has some medical training, though anything above immediate stabilization of life threatening injuries has gone unused for some time. While a bit out of practice, Kaizer is an adept pilot who is, at the very least, able to make it from point A to point B without much difficulty.
Aside from the basics, Kaizer isn't a technology person. He can use a comlink and a datapad for research or for other basic uses but is otherwise fairly technologically inept.
He can follow directions to accomplish something above his understanding level and can learn new techniques quickly, though he is susceptible to becoming frustrated if he does not meet his exceedingly high expectations as he expects perfection from himself and others. Having been raised on the Outer Rim where parts were expensive,
Kaizer is an excellent improviser and mechanic, particularly when it comes to technology seen in the Outer Rim. While an engine is an engine, Kaizer has worked on more speeders, weapons, and farm equipment than starfighters and, as such, isn't an experienced spacecraft mechanic.
While he loves to teach, Kaizer's expectation of perfection tends to result in his students viewing him as impatient and stern and makes many view him as too uptight to be an effective teacher. That said, Kaizer has begun attempting to hide these expectations and to be a better teacher, though it is unknown how this will turn out.
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BIOGRAPHY
I was born on Dantooine to a soldier-turned-doctor father and a nurse mother and was the youngest of five brothers and two sisters, eight total. In that type of family, you grow up quick. Our tiny town had no hospital, no clinic, nothing. Because of that, my parents tended to all of the town's sick and injured in our home. By the time I was eight, I had seen everything from amputations to bloodburn to blaster injuries and had helped treat them all. We all pitched in, of course, between working for credits, working around the homestead, and whatever else needed doing. By the end of the day, which is to say that our days didn't really have an end, only a not-as-busy portion, my parents were exhausted. I quickly learned how to provide for myself, though my brothers and, occasionally, my father helped teach me. If anyone knows anything about brothers, though, they didn't only teach you how to build a shelter or skin an animal. No, they taught you how to survive a fistfight when you were outnumbered.
I got blamed for quite a bit around my house when my father turned to drinking and my mother left, taking my sisters and one of my brothers with her. Occasionally, my father would discipline me himself, though it often fell to his enforcers, my brothers. To this day, I can't stand a bully and I can't understand those who would waste their lives looking through the bottom of a bottle. Anyway, I got in more trouble for fighting back but I'll be kriffed if I took it sitting down. I learned how to talk my way out of quite a bit, if only to spare me a portion of my beatings. Of course, aside from a few broken noses, dislocated joints, and the like, I was alright because my dearest dad knew how to treat most everything. After all, he was the town's hero and couldn't risk tarnishing his reputation. For everything he didn't want to treat, he talked his way out of. Homestead life was hard, of course, and people assumed I was a clumsy child.
The worst part about this is that my dad's best friend was staying with us the entire time. He tried to calm them down when they argued. He tried to stop them from breaking up. He tried to make it better, though it was as if something had warped my parents into something they weren't. Before this, my parents never argued because they never had the energy to do more than politely disagree. My brothers, while physical, at times, did no more than what normal older brothers do. For some reason that I'll never understand, something changed.
Regardless, I joined the military as soon as I turned sixteen, if only to get away from my family. When I got to basic, I realized that I fit in. We were all misfits. Some were from backwater planets or were otherwise similar to me - large and used to a life of hardship. Others were more fragile but were more tactically inclined, smarter, I guess. Not to say we're stupid, we just didn't get to read a lot of books or educate ourselves much. Either way, we grew closer as a unit. I stayed with them for four or five years and ended up hitting Sergeant and getting my own squad. My career was going fine until, during a unit investigation, a Jedi Knight noticed me. Before that day, I figured the Jedi were a myth told by parents to keep their kids in line.
I thought I was in trouble for whatever he was investigating but I wasn't the only one he pulled aside. He pulled away about half of my squad and spoke to them individually, though I'll get into that later. He told me he had sensed something in us, though that didn't make much sense to me at the time. Those of us who were pulled aside ended up traveling with him to the headquarters of the Jedi Order and were chosen to become Jedi Knights. After they explained why they chose us, it seemed to make sense. We weren't necessarily "lucky" but we had all survived various battles while other members of the squad were killed. We'd miraculously avoid landmines or discover enemy machine gunners just out of range of their guns. Those of us who were chosen always seemed to have chance on our side when random events would occur. A grenade would bounce one more time than expected and into our grenade hole or it'd be a dud. We would still get injured from time to time, though we recovered quickly and seemed to suffer less damage than others.
What I realized after having joined the Order is that Jedi training is both more difficult and way easier than Army training. Some days, we'd sit around all day and meditate, probably the most boring activity I've ever encountered. Other days, we'd be running, leaping, and sparring before breakfast. After breakfast, it was back to exercising and sparring and learning the forms and practicing using the Force. I much preferred the active days to the "sit around and chat" days. It helped that they gave us more freedom after we demonstrated our competency with the basics and I really took to lightsaber combat, probably because it's straightforward. What surprised me was that I was training with kids and teenagers. Beings still trying to figure out who they wanted to be were training to handle conflicts and negotiate treaties.
One thing they never told us was that we were already Knights. We'd learned of the days before the Exiles where Padawans learned under Knights and Masters, though this rule had changed long before I joined the Jedi. From the time you threw on the robe and knew the basics, you were a Jedi Knight and expected to shoulder those responsibilities. I didn't realize it at the time, of course, but a few of us would be taken as needed to go to the front lines and fight or to take on whatever missions were necessary. This included the kids, most of whom had yet to see real combat. I understood the necessity but they could have chosen those of us with more real world experience, such as me and my old squad.
Some came back, others didn't.
I don't quite know what's worse: that those who came back looked changed and seemed different or that I recognized the looks on their faces and knew the horrors that they had seen. I was one of the few new Jedi who recognized the signs and, as such, took to mentoring a few of them. I listened to them and allowed them to vent without judgement. They told me tales from the battlefield that I was familiar with: comrades who were like family stepping on land mines or being cut down by blaster fire without any warning. They also told me tales that I was not familiar with: Entire platoons of Jedi being wiped out by a single Exile using various machinations of the Force.
Some kids were on the verge of breaking down, the shell shocked look on their face more similar to a soldier's than a child's. Some kids seemed proud that they had seen these things, these acts of violence. The former group opened up after much prying and would discuss the acts they performed on the battlefield. They seemed horrified that they had acted as soldiers as opposed to the Jedi of the past, who had acted like peacekeepers. They seemed unsure of themselves, as if battle had tainted them and made them less of a Jedi. The latter seemed to relish the chance to go into battle, to prove themselves, and to save the Galaxy. I don't know who I was more worried about, to be honest. You had those shell-shocked children who might be a danger to their comrades in battle and then you had the glory happy psychopaths who seemed to revel in gore and slaughter. We had people like that in the military, of course, but the psychopaths tended to get themselves injured or learned quickly that they needed to be careful, lest they end up dead.
Anyway, I, like everyone else, got selected for a mission. Well, less a mission and more a battle against the Exiles on some backwater planet not unlike Dantooine. Trenches, bunkers, tanks, and lots of blaster rounds. Even though I was a Jedi, I packed more like a soldier. I wore body armor and carried a blaster. Even against Exiles, it was muscle memory to draw my blaster as opposed to my lightsaber, though that memory was quickly erased after my first few skirmishes. Being completely honest, I don't know how I survived my first mission. There was too much going on to keep a track of and I had been in battle before. Keeping up with the various attacks, your comrades, the changing battleground, and the Force was a type of battle that you cannot learn just by sparring with your fellow Jedi. My first duel almost ended very badly, though an act of desperation and sheer luck allowed me to survive another day.
After that, the days both flew by and dragged on. I became one of the many who received little training and was pressed into service. I became a number, just like when I was a soldier. The difference was, I was no longer the exception, I was the rule. In the military, I was always luckier, faster, or stronger when needed. I, and others like me, never stepped on a landmine because I was lucky. When we were charged by angry wildlife, we were always faster than your average soldier. When a life-or-death situation required us to be strong, we were suddenly able to perform feats of strength that had never been seen before. Because of this, I and soldiers like me became known over time. In the Jedi, though, everyone is within the same range and it is that range that becomes the new "normal." Everyone is capable of being faster, everyone can be stronger, and everyone can listen to the Force and be "lucky." It's easier to be lost in the crowd when the crowd is, more or less, just as capable of doing extraordinary things as you are.
Anyway, as I was saying, the days dragged on and yet flew by. Training, missions, and more training filled my days. Over time, I found myself surviving less due to cheap tricks, though I didn't stop using them, and more due to skill and experience. I found that, of the group that joined the Jedi alongside me, I was one of a surviving few. It saddened me to realize that many of those children did not make it past their first series of missions. While these kids did not have experience, it seemed that the Exiles that they were facing were stronger, smarter, or simply more experienced because, more often than not, they were adults as opposed to children. I did not fight any child Exiles, though the adults who I fought ranged from my age to twice it. It was easy to see that the younger Jedi were at a disadvantage so I offered to fight alongside them, to teach them what I knew so that they could survive. If I can help even one more Jedi survive to adulthood during these brutal times, I've done my duty as a more experienced Jedi.
Nowadays I fight, I train, and I serve. I've made it past the threshold at which most Jedi die and, being honest, I didn't think I'd get this far. So long as I keep improving and keep surviving, I'm all for continuing to train and, above all, taking down these Exiles.
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The above is very much a WIP, just wanted to at least get some basis down for him so I get it done before the 10th TL
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