Jahn's Workshop

[Jahn]

Jahn Hol ​

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AGE: 18
SPECIES: Human

HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 170 lbs.

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
SKIN COLOR: Fair
MARKINGS: None

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
HOMEWORLD: ???
FACTION: Independent

A sullen young man who's had a tough lot in life. With a past steeped in sadness and luck that seems to get worse by the day, it's a wonder he's managed to keep a good head on his shoulders. He's never really felt at home anywhere in the galaxy and is eager to find his place. Jahn may not be the easiest to make friends with, but past his grim expression lies vast compassion and fierce loyalty to anyone he considers a companion or a loved one.
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PERSONALITY​

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Jahn is a complex young man. At first glance he's a very solemn individual, even melancholic from time-to-time. Growing up on his own and learning to fend for himself meant he didn't have much time to be a kid. He's not particularly warm or happy, and catching him smiling is rare. His default mood seems to be somber (and for good reason), but underneath this exterior lies something else entirely. Tenderness towards loved ones and a kind heart, both of which he undoubtedly inherited from his mother. He's not traditionally wise, but over the years he's accrued enough street smarts to survive on his own, and that counts for a hell of a lot in this galaxy. He's not big on relying on others, and his sense of pride inhibits him from accepting handouts. Jahn has a soft spot for outcasts and the unlucky. And despite him knowing better, he often finds himself sticking his neck out to help others at his own expense. His sometimes off-putting demeanor often earns him the ire of antagonistic people who expect him to be quiet and complacent. If he feels like speaking his mind, he'll do so without hesitation (and more than likely with a bit of added snark). [/fancybox2]

SKILLS​

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Surviving on the smuggler's moon by yourself as a Human kid isn't easy, especially with Jahn's knack for getting into trouble. But fending for himself for so long has offered the lad a unique set of skills with the perfect environment to hone them. An inherently quick thinker, he's gotten himself out of more bad situations than he can count with only his brain to thank for it afterwards. Thanks to some of his more shady associates, he knows a bit about security tunneling and can get through most simple locks with ease. What separates him from other scoundrels however is his almost complete inability to talk himself out of trouble. He most definitely does not have a silver-tongue...more like bronze.

As far as combat goes, Jahn is an unexpectedly efficient scrapper. He has no formal training and isn't overly strong, but he is agile, and he has an almost uncanny knack for thinking on his feet and adjusting to battle on the fly. While no professional by any means, Jahn definitely knows his way around a fight and above all is a survivor. He's always been a magnet for trouble...so saying that he's been in his "fair share of scrapes" is an understatement. Because of this, he can take one hell of a beating. Jahn owns a blaster pistol but is by no means a deadeye marksman. He may be a generally honorable person, but he's not above mixing in some surprise kicks, elbow strikes, or utilizing otherwise questionable methods to ensure he comes out on top. A more seasoned fighter could pick him apart in an extended engagement, but with some refinement he could eventually become quite the force to be reckoned with.

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GEAR​

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Everything he owns, Jahn has had to work for. That being said? He doesn't own very much. His mother was the only family he had and she didn't exactly leave behind a large inheritance for him. He's had to fight and claw for every single credit he has, and whatever he has left after living expenses go right back into his gear. As far as apparel goes, Jahn prefers simple clothing. No special armor or anything like that. He's usually wearing some kind of jacket over a shirt, pants, and pair of comfortable boots. He favors darker colors like black, grey, and brown. As for the items he carries on his person, Jahn's standard equipment is as follows:

Spoiler: Equipment

"DX"-series Heavy Blaster Pistol

- A surprisingly reliable old blaster Jahn bought used for cheap. He's not sure on the exact specs of the weapon but it packs a nasty punch. It's capable of knocking chunks out of stone walls and even punching small holes in durasteel. Good for 50 shots before it needs a new power cell. He doesn't own a holster so he usually tucks it into the back of his waistband.

Laser Lockpick

- A handy little device that helps with getting through doors. Capable of burning holes through (non-reinforced) material at very close range. Only works on simple mechanical locks.

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BIOGRAPHY​

[fancybox4="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk121/HockeyDevil_13/Jahn/Gifs/ezgif.com-gif-maker%208_zpss417dkpx.gif"] Jahn never knew his father. He was raised by a single mother who worked herself ragged trying to provide for herself and her child. Everytime he asked about him his mom either changed the subject or flat out refused to talk about him. But despite the fact that he wasn't a part of their lives, he never once heard her speak ill of the man. For years the two drifted from place-to-place, never staying in one location for more than a few months. His mother took whatever job she could find, often more than one in order to earn enough credits for them to eat. They were homeless a lot of the time and he still remembers a few instances where they had to go without food for a few days. But Jahn's mother always did the best she could and always, always put him before herself. He idolized her. She was infallible. Her love and the lessons she taught him still stick with him to this day. Life wasn't easy by any means, but as long as they had each other it seemed like they could make it through anything.

That changed when she fell horribly ill one day. Jahn was only seven years old so he wasn't sure what to do. He went around begging and pleading local doctors to help his mother, but they were far too poor to afford any of the medications available, let alone treatments. In the end all he could do was stay by her side as the sickness got progressively worse. And then one morning in some slum on Nar Shadaa...the boy watched as his mother passed away. Looking back on things, this was likely the event that shaped his outward attitude. Up until that day he had been a relatively happy child...but afterwards? It was like there was dark cloud constantly hanging over the boy's head. Luckily some of the other homeless on the smuggler's moon took pity on the child, or he would have undoubtedly starved to death. This tragedy shook the foundations of his entire world. He had nobody. Nothing. Memories of her were the only thing that kept him going...

They say time heals all wounds...but this one remained. Time only dulled the pain, but eventually it got the point where he was able to function. His self-preservation instinct kicked in, and it was in that moment Jahn decided he wanted to live on. So over the course of the next eleven years the lad did just that. Sure he fell in with some people of questionable character here and there, and sure he was sometimes forced to do things he didn't like in order to survive, but through it all he managed to keep with him the same moral compass and compassion his mother gave to him. But he isn't so naive as to think the rest of the galaxy is the same way. They're there alright...only now they're hidden beneath a guarded expression and a serious demeanor.
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ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

Thanks to Bee for the template! I only wish I could do fancy coding like this Q.Q