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AGE: 32
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Warrior
HEIGHT: 5ft 9
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Brown
FORCE: Trained
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When it was a Sith involved, everyone expects some kind of fall from grace. A good man, a Jedi, your usual do-gooder, corrupted by some event or another and now living the life that they did, wreaking havoc upon the galaxy until someone either redeemed them or just ended their eternal suffering, and finally bring balance upon the Force.
The fact that no one considered that maybe these people were not corrupted, but quite to the contrary, seen that order could only be sewn from chaos, and there was no light to speak of, only darkness, withing each man and women, no matter what species that couldn't see it, didn't deserve to see the stars of the galaxy ever again, for they were so ignorant...
That's what happened with Jakkar, for the boy aged 20 then, was bound by his passions, saw the Galaxy in a different way, a canvas to paint upon rather then something to be left pure like white canvas, the fact that there was only one possible color to choose from didn't change that fact. It all shouldn't be white, it all shouldn't be black either, but Black and White couldn't co-exist, so one had to choose, and all artistic metaphors aside, Jakkar was always going to choose expression over a blank nothingness...
Let's elaborate.
At first, he'd been nothing but a foolish boy, helping his parents with their hard work, never realizing the untapped potential of the Force within himself, until the day that the planet he was born in, Phindar became a contested war zone. And the farm he was living in was caught under crossfire from both sides, his parents dead, and he about to join them after a few moments,
But he hadn't, instead pulled from the rubble by a man he didn't know with burning red eyes, who'd saved him from the rubble falling down on top of him, then immediately beset upon by a Jedi, whom after a brief fight, disarmed the man.
He'd done what came natural the man had saved him, it was time to pay him back, so he'd tackled the man who'd attacked him, giving the Sith time to regain his bearings and off the Jedi before it could do anything to Jakkar.
He was accepted to the fold after that...
Well, kinda.
The warrior he'd helped wasn't eligible to take in an apprentice, so he was forced to drop him at Korriban to trains as an Acolyte, but the man, Niklaus, was there whenever he can, the man who'd helped him survive, in turn who he'd helped survive pushed him through all the way and made him proper Sith, right before as a final trial, after 7 years, Jakkar was forced to kill him.
A valuable lesson Niklaus had thought Jakkar, always uphold thine duty to the Sith, made it easy, alas it was his duty wasn't it?
5 Years of Hate...
Jakkar, after his first exposure to working together with one of the Sith, aimed to continue this trend of fruitful cooperation during the 5 years the Empire has been running rampant, his drive to fight constantly drawing him to the front lines where he would kill and kill, each kill improving his want to better himself, both in position and in skill, he was ecstatic...
But this came at a price, every battle ended with wounds, he was too reckless. Every battle ended with comrades dying, men and women he had the pleasure of calling his friends, his allies, he was too helpless. Every battle ended with anger, he was too brutal. Every battle ended with mangled corpses beneath his feet, he was too numb. Every battle ended with him losing a piece of his humanity, he was too careless...
Bit by bit his sanity withered, it seemed like the Sith Hopeful who would make his mark on the Galaxy was falling further and further down the void that had corrupted many Sith. His passion had grown stronger, he took pleasure in killing, he was having trouble controlling his anger, many times had it ended with some unfortunate soul taken to the med-bay, or the morgue, if we were talking about someone of opposite side...
As the Republic fell, so did Jakkar's only way of ignoring his lack of direction and the fall of his vision, and after these 5 years of hate, the boy Jakkar was before it had been shed into a confused shell of a man that had forgetten how to live his own life...
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Standing at an approximate height of 5ft 9, and weighing in 190 pounds, Jakkar possesses a very lean build. His hair, contained in a practical yet fashionable haircut, is black, as is his beard, both suited to accommodate for the same purpose. His pale complexion is marked with the effects of his explosive temper, lines plaguing the sides of his eyes with how much he frowned. His reddened eyes carrying a passionate fire in them. His neutral impression always resembles a grim look, and his face always look weird when another emotion is present upon it.
His clothing is designed for mobility, only covered by a easily disposable robe-part, wearing simple black trousers, a black and white top covered by a grey armor vest that tightly hugged his frame. -
Jakkar had proven himself to be a self-righteous Sith from the start. Openly disagreeing of the notion that fear had any place in the sith code, nor should it ever hold a place in someone's, much less a Sith's life, even though he'd been relatively secretive and refrained from disturbing the knowledge that he thought so. But it is clear from his expression that whenever someone talked about drawing strength from fear, that he despised the notion. Not that he wasn't loyal to the Sith Empire, he'd proven his duty by his actions...
Aside from that, Jakkar was very respectful of his peers, an unknown occurrence among the Sith, and usually ended up in distrust no matter how good his intentions were, although that said, he wasn't exactly an angel, there was a reason he was Sith, and it was clear that the way he talked about Death as if it was a sweet thing and his dark humor that he very much enjoyed inflicting pain on whoever dared stand in his way...
And his temper was really a show, he'd kept it in check most of the time, and only slipped up when people openly goaded him in an effort to gauge a reaction, which usually involved something violent, it hung over him during combat as well, although he'd tried to keep a level head, sooner or later he would succumb to his berserker rage...
After 5 years, Jakkar's outbursts of anger have grown common, he looks lost while talking, although he has grown more passionate about his loyalties, he is on the verge of losing his original vision, the life of a Sith making it hard for him to hold his principals close to him...
Jakkar's failure of his first real trial against a Jedi has made him a cautious fighter, due to his poetic side getting the best of him, he has changed his whole outlook and combat and tries to be more careful and not let his mind wander off to more trivial pursuits in combat.
On the mental side of things, Jakkar's failure (with the subsequent punishment of it) has made him eager to prove himself again, but also a more timid side that doubted his abilities in one on one situations, his proudness has faded and he is now a more 'mature' Sith.
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[+] Agile: Jakkar made up for his lack of muscle-mass by learning to jump around like a madman, usually aiming to be a annoying adversary in tight quarters by never standing in one place, jumping from wall to wall. In spacious battle-fields, his tactics contain an array of dodges and aggressively lashing out against his foes from every direction like a bee.
[+] Berserker: When Jakkar's temper takes over his combat style, coupled with his agility; it turns him into a relentless striker, attack after attack unleashed back to back, giving the foe no reprieve until they found a way to either exhaust him or incapacitate him. If neither of these options worked, then they better hope that his anger subsided because he was often blinded by it.
[+] Loyal: Jakkar has a most curious trait, no trait for a Sith, but he was doomed by it, having been saved from his previous life by his master and risen to the ranks of the Sith where he'd found a new home.
[.] Cautious: Jakkar's failure of his first trial has made him a much more cautious fighter, he tries to limit his enthusiasm in a fight and tries to think with a level head, so as to not get overconfident and make the same mistake again.
[-] Explosive Temper: While providing an advantage in the fight, Jakkar's temper tends to show up in some of the worst of times, and is not contained to just combat, for the length of his whole life, people were often hurt by it...
[-] Trusting: Jakkar's loyal side also comes with the side effect of him often letting his guard down on friendly territory, a fact most unfortunate since he's deeply ingrained within the culture of the Sith while not shying away from unorthodox ideals.
[-] Intensity: Jakkar did not shy away from pouring all his heart into the fight, this often results in him losing his edge to exhaustion as the battle progresses.
Duel-Wield Proficency: Jakkar has trained on being an ambidextrous lightsaber specialist, so as to better utilize his speed based combat style
Double-Bladed Lightsaber Proficiency: Jakkar combines his lightsaber at will, this unorthodox approach to combat not only gives him and edge on his opponents with two differing fighting styles, but also let's him put his creativity to good use.
Creative: Jakkar has shown his creative side in many things, in combat, and in art. Although it mostly shines through combat, with the attention to detail he put into his weapon, and the kills he was most proud of coming with it.
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1 Relic Lightsaber + Fibercord: It is a prize found in an Old Sith Tomb, during his trials as an Acolyt, he bears it proudly, and with honor
1 Lightsaber + Fibercord: Crafted, by Jakkar to replace his second lightsaber after it was destroyed in his fight with the Selkath Tagg
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