Jordan ElliotName(s) of Preference:
Jordan is a smooth talking kind harted kind of guy. He will fight only if it is a necessity and kill only when it is justified. He despises most criminals and anyone who fights underhandedly he chooses only to use swords when he fights. He holds a keen sense of honor and strong morals, the standards that he holds his friends to are only slightly less. Loyalty is a key part of his character, he would give his life for a friend and expect noting in return.
However Jordan dose hold a darkside to him, something that rarely shows though. He envies those in power and fosters jellicy deep within his otherwise kind sole.Detailed History:
Jordan grew up on Naboo, where his loving parents still live. Most of his lift up to this point has been uneventful, his favorite sport in highschool was fencing and he is also an accomplished gymnast.
It wasn’t until he became a teenager that he began to study the world outside of his home ane more then that the galaxy. What he saw was the reason that he joined the republic as a soldier, Jordan wanted to make a difference for the better in the galaxy and intends too. At the ago of 18 he applied to the republic academy and trained to become and soldier.
Through out his life Jordan has had the ability to perceive and do things that would not be possible without the force, although neither of his parents were force sensitive he obviously is. This was discovered during his first year at the academy and he was asked if he wanted to join the Jedi, to which he quickly replied no. Not liking the rigger, and strict codes of their order.Fears (3):
Death, Betrayal, and harm to those he loves Strengths (3):
Quickness, Aerobatics, Swordplay, LoyaltyWeaknesses (3):
Bruit Force, Blasters, his TrustLikes:
Criminals, Blasters, Cheaters, Backstabbers
Jordan is built like a gymnast, he is not heavy or bulky but quick instead while still fairly powerful. He can pull off seemingly impossible acrobatics and run with amazing speed. His face is and hair give him and Australian appearance.Upper Clothing:
A loose fitting silk shirt dyed a deep purple hue.Upper Build:
Jordan is trim but powerful, built more like a gymnast or a swimmer then a football player. He holds more quickness then strength and his mussels aren’t huge but there hard as hell. Lower Clothing:
Green, Wool Trousers that are loose fitting light and not resistive in the least.Lower Build:
Jordan has runner built all over him, his lower body is toned even more then his upper body. His legs hold extensive power and speed, giving him the ability to jump move and spine quickly and efficiently. Marks/Scars:
So far he remains unscathed, he does have a birth mark on the back of his neck.
Cortosis Vibro-Sword (Glows a vibrant maroon when in use), Cortosis Stun Dagger (Used in offhand)Starship:
Eta-20 Actis (Maroon)Body Accessories:
Comlink, Republic ID
(This is from my Current Character)
When no one answered Keath slid the steal door open to reveal noting but the dark interior of what looked to be an unkept apartment. Figuring he had come to the wrong address he turned to leave, the door still ajar behind him.
However his feet touched the ground only twice before he stopped and turned his attention upwards. A single click like the snap of a pin, barley audible above the background noise had caught his attention. But once he saw what is was that had made the sound his full concentration was on the next few seconds of action.
Keath snatched the grenade out of the air and turned to throw it into the abandoned complex. However when he did he barley missed that man who had tossed it at him in the first place, now aiming at him from behind. Panic struck his mind, if only for a fleeting second, Keath was used to fights like this and prided himself on remaining cool under pressure.
The building erupted into flame behind him, and as it did he placed his left foot into a firm pivot. He tensed the muscles in his left leg and extended his right foot into a roundhouse kick, swinging it hard into the mans weapon and knocking it from his hands.
As the rifle skidded across the concrete edifice, Keath griped the man by the back of his head and slammed his face into the steal doorframe with bone crushing force that caused the whole door to vibrate.
A small pool of blood began to form as the base of the door, just as Keath brought up his Vibro-knife and pressed the serrated edge against the side of the mans neck. He balance the knife in his hand so that with the slightest pressure to his index finger he could slit the mans carinal artery and stop blood flow to his brain.
Keath then leaned forward and spoked in a slow sinister tone, “You might want to watch yourself, I have killed a man for less.”