Jace Stardasher
Magnificent Bastard
Jace's usual appearance
FULL NAME:
Jorian Cerador
ALIAS:
J.C., aka "Jace", Stardasher
FACTION:
independent smuggler & hacker
RANK:
Captain
SPECIES:
Shi'ido
AGE:
73 standard years
SEX:
Variable (usually male)
SEXUALITY:
Pan-sexual (prefers women)
HEIGHT:
Variable (usually 181 cm)
WEIGHT:
Variable (usually 73 kg)
EYES:
Variable (usually coal)
HAIR:
Variable (usually raven)
SKIN:
Variable (usually tanned Caucasian)
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Yes
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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES:
[+] Ace: If it has engines, Jace can fly it, race it, perform loops, corkscrews or traverse an asteroid field with it, jury-rig it and probably squeeze more juice out of it than even the manufacturer imagined was possible.
[+] L337 5L1C3R: Hacking a system is never a question of if or how, but merely of when, whether or not physical access is required, and whether a quick stop at the tech store is required.
[+] Hotshot: While he's solid with a sniper rifle and a blaster carbine, Jace can shoot the left testicle off a Mynock in flight with any pistol or similar weapon up to its maximum range.
[+] "Who, me?": Though he prefers to stay in his casual human form and cannot take the shape of significantly smaller or larger creatures, Jace's skinshifting Shi'ido abilities are nevertheless quite impressive, as they enable him to change into most humanoids without difficulty.
[+] "Lucky": luck seems to follow Jace like a parasite, and sometimes he even acknowledges it as such. Unbeknownst to him, this is mostly due to his latent Force-sensitivity, which helps him crack a code in the nick of time, or dodge a bullet by just enough to get out alive.
[+] Ambidextrous: Left and right have no meaning to Jace other than with regard to direction.
[-] E.G.O. (Enormously Grandiose Opinion of self): Jace is cocky and self-conscious to a fault, partially due to his many successes and partially to his luck, which he also tends to assign as an uncanny skill of his own more often than not. This makes him both a pain in most conversations, as well as generally making people want to shoot him in the leg or somesuch just to take him down a notch.
[-] Don't shoot the dog. Shoot it in the leg, then gloat: while he has killed before (almost exclusively in self-defence), Jace prefers to incapacitate his foes instead of out-right killing them. This is partially due to his nature, but also because it isn't as satisfying to gloat before a corpse. In Jace's opinion, the best thing you can do is leave someone completey beaten but alive; that way they can tell everyone just how hard their bottoms got whooped and by whom. The side effect is that there is a significant amount of beings with old grudges out there who would gladly go out of their way to cause him trouble, were they to link his present identity with the one they had previously encountered.
[-] "Never tell me the odds!": Jace has no concept of something being "impossible" - in fact, he doesn't know the meaning of the word. Things can only be very difficult with a low chance of success and a high mortality rate - which only makes it a challenge. The more life-threatening, the more tempting.
[-] Daredevil: If the reward is tempting enough, Jace's daring and recklessness have yet to meet a limit of how far he is willing to go, be it seducing a Hutt or facing a platoon armed with only a thermal detonator and a single bolt left in his gun.
[-] "Which idiot made the ground so... stable?": Having grown so accustomed to spending time in space, Jace usually needs a stiff one to shake off the feeling of unease when on solid ground.
[-] "This gun is too big for anyone to hit anything with it!": While possessing an incredible hand-eye coordination and impressive aiming and shooting skills with any hand-held firearm, Jace somehow fails to adapt to anything he can't carry and aim by himself; this includes all kinds of blaster turrets and vehicle-mounted weaponry.
APPEARANCE:
As a Shi'ido, appearance is a matter of momentary convenience to Jace. He does however possess one default form, namely that of a tall, ruggedly handsome human man with black eyes and hair, sporting a short beard and moustache. He always keeps a wrist-mounted terminal on his right-hand for convenience's sake and he is never seen without at least one hand-held blaster pistol strapped to his belt. Clothes tend to be mostly practical, tight-fitting either sleeveless or T-shirts, and baggy pants with several pockets. When off-ship and not on hot worlds, he has a tendency to wear long coats, also with plenty of pockets for concealed gadgets or weapons. As an incorrigible hedonist, he is often seen smoking or drinking.
BIOGRAPHY:
Every now and then, there is a Shi'ido with a wanderlust from the very beginning of their life. Such was the case of Jorian Cerador, who left his homeworld of Lao-mon as soon as he was old enough to forge a convincing fake ID and pay for passage on a freighter. As is often the case with juvenile adventurers, he ended up in a casino on Nar Shaddaa. Fortunately, having learned Pazaak rather quickly, he won a bit more than he lost and managed to get by for a while. That was up until a certain game in which he managed to shear a sizeable amount of credits off of someone who turned out to be a *very* sore loser. Luckily, the bounty hunter that was hired to hunt Jace down was almost as new to the trade as Jace was to Nar Shaddaa, and the Shi'ido managed to lose the Rodian whenever he changed shape. In time, Jace had developed that ability to the extent of most Shi'ido of his age, and was able to assume any at least vaguely humanoid form ranging between the sizes of an Ewok and a Wookiee.
Disguised as a Zabrak that was trying to learn the trade, Jace became apprenticed to the very same Rodian charged with hunting him down. The latter was already half-given up on prey that kept misteriously disappearing right when he had almost caught it, and was happy to receive free assistance in exchange for some basic weapons training. Once Jace had learned all he could from the Rodian, he shed the skin of the aspiring Zabrak bounty hunter in training and assumed a new persona, learning from a new expert in a new field.
Over the span of a decade, he had become a deadly marksman, an ace flyer, a professional slicer, a learned smuggler and Pazaak-shark, and he had switched more identities than he cared to remember in the meantime. By the time he assumed the identity of Jace Stardasher, the name and face he had chosen to forge his legend, he was already all of the above, and seemed to have no past at all. When he managed to bleed a certain spacer dry at the card table, he eventually ended up with a ship of his own, when the poor wretch wagered it in an all-in attempt. How unfortunate for him that Jace had his one Tiebreaker card saved up for just such an occasion and ended up beating the man, regardless of the latter's well-calculated 20. Having a solid ship of his own, he soon struck out as a freelance smuggler (mostly of banned or restricted luxury items) and part-time bounty hunter (on a strictly "bring in alive" basis). He has been in the business for about a standard year now, but he's always looking for new contracts and new excitements. He met his first real partner, [member="Semziru Nar"], a fellow shapeshifter, when both of them had boarded the same vessel; the Shi'ido for the runaway concubine of a wealthy senator, the Clawdite in order to commandeer it. After having reached a mutually beneficial agreement, they decided to strike out together and have been more or less inseparable ever since.
While he is likely to die most days of his life, Jace is incapable of realising this, and will continue to live recklessly until that day actually comes.
SHIP:
The Starcrosser, heavily modified YT-2000 freighter
GEAR:
Blaststorm blaster pistol, standard issue
New Old Trusty: personalized slugthrower revolver pistol
Wrist-mounted slicing terminal: usable for both constant holonet access, as well as hacking into whatever system is at arm's length
Utility belt: standard issue, containing various small and handy items, such as a rebreather mask, emergency antibiotics, nourishment pills, a grappling hook, etc.
KILLS:
His own clone ("There can be only one!") and a few idiots that just wouldn't let him simply run away (NPCs, except for the clone, which turned out to have been a figment of his imagination, itself a result of too much Juma juice in a certain bar on Tatooine)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Some runaway spouses and lovers of senators delivered unharmed, an escaped convict here and there delivered alive, a couple of haywire droids delivered either disabled or in pieces, and one nerf-herder's cat saved from a tree (NPCs)
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