Jax Vandal
Character
Jax Vandal
NAME: Jax Vandal
FACTION: Deadzone Raiders
RANK: Kingpin
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 180
EYES: Amber
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Scrappy n' Happy: Fighting is where Jax feels the most comfortable. Growing up fighting in the Coruscant Underworld, it takes some heavy hits to keep him down.
+Gun Nut: Guns hold a special place in this smuggler's black heart, he has extensive knowledge of most of the galaxy's weapons and munitions.
+Cold Steel: His cybernetic arm is hyper modular, allowing him to integrate most tech and weapons into it as necessary.
-Klepto Schmepto: Unable to help himself if Jax sees something he wants it's already his regardless of the consequences.
-Level 1313: Growing up in the Coruscant Underworld left it's mark, Jax has a deep distrust of authorities and authorities, making it difficult to cooperate or even be generally civil in they're company.
-Deadeye: His left eye is almost completely blind causing him to favor his right side in battle
-Scarred: Being raised by a less than stable criminal took a toll on Jax. Years of being tested and getting exposed to the criminal underworld at such a young age makes it hard for him to be empathetic. As an adult he is left unhinged and can sometimes seem detached from the reality of his actions
APPEARANCE:
Jax is tall and skinny but nonetheless intimidating, because of the manic look in his eyes and a skewed smirk. He wears a red and black flight jacket with slugthrower ammunition bandoleers over. He has tattoos running up his remaining arm, and dons skull facepaint. He has a deep scar on his left eye from a piece of shrapnel nearly blinding him. His left arm is a robotic prosthetic up to his elbow as well as his left leg.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jax Vandal actually isn't his first name. He used to be called Garret Jiyao. He grew up in level 1313 on Coruscant. One day his father Tirk never came home. The small building's slumlord kicked him out when he realized no one would be paying the bills. After 4 years of living on the street stealing food to survive he began to want a better life. Garret found himself to be a natural thief and even enjoyed the rush it brought. He caught wind that a local gang The Deadzone Raiders had managed to obtain a lightsaber and wanted to get rid of it because it brought way more attention than They could handle. Garret couldn't believe it, a real lightsaber!? His father used to tell him fantastical stories of honorable Jedi Knights with their lightsabers. He had to see if the rumors were true, if only to just see the thing. After days of planning he sat watching the gang boss leave the cantina he ran his gang out of. He walked into the back using his size to hide in tiny nooks and crannies until he saw the back room guarded by two sinister looking men. He grabbed a glass and hurled it across the room at the wall hard as he could. The guards leapt and ran towards the sound. Garret was in before they even found the broken glass. He walked up to a large desk with a case covered in strange markings. He went to open the case but heard the door start to open, in a panic without thinking he grabbed the case and sprinted at the exit hurling himself at it. The door whipped open catching the guard by surprise and knocking him down. He saw the remaining guard reaching for a blaster, fear moved his legs for him as he bolted the way he came in. Once he got outside he ran into a crowd and disappeared in all the people. He hadn't meant to take it, but it was in his hands how could he not. He ducked into an alleyway and opened the case. The lightsaber felt right in his grip, but it was cold to the touch. Garret put it in the folds of his oversized clothes and fell asleep in the alley. He was awoken by a swift kick.
"Boss we found him!!"
Garret recognized the guard from the night before and his heart started beating like a drumline. He watched fearfully while the crime boss slowly walked towards him. He was seemed to be dressed nicely at first glance and had an air of importance about him, but small details betrayed him for a resident of level 1313. The dirty shoes, the frayed edges of his suit, the stitching marks fixing a hole in the knee of his pants, and the crooked nose that probably never healed correctly after a fight.
"The balls on this one!!!", He yelled laughing incredulously, "Do you know who I am kid?", He laughed at the site of the scrawny child that snuck past two armed guards and stole the most valuable object even he had laid eyes on.
"Get away from me!" Garret shouted jumping up and brandishing the lightsaber. It's red glow caught Garret off guard, expecting blue or green like his dad used to tell him about.
The crime boss laughed harder than before,"This kid just pulled a lightsaber on Katos Vandal." He turned to his guards," I'm scared karkless right now, but I cannot believe my eyes."
With an fluid motion he whipped around and grabbed Garret's arm twisting the weapon from it.
His face changed quickly and he became very serious," Don't you ever pull a weapon on me again boy. This is the one time that will ever happen."
His tone again changed as if his emotions were flying around and he was unable to pin one down. This man is insane Garrett thought to himself.
"Kid I don't know who think you are, but that was one mighty display. How would you like a real place to live?"
After that day Katos took Garret in and taught him the business. By the time his 17th birthday came around he knew the ins and outs of smuggling and arms dealing. His birthday present that year was the same lightsaber he had stolen three year prior. He became a son to Katos, and even took a new name. He gained some rep as Jax Vandal, and wore his new name like a badge of honor. Then one day Katos didn't come back home either. At least this time he knew what happened. There was a small arms deal gone bad and the Underworld Police killed him in a shootout. Jax sat at the bar, poured the last bit of his Jet Juice on the floor for Katos, and slammed the bottle over the head of the man sitting next to him. One last scrap in Katos's honor.
Chapter 1: Jax takes command of The Deadzone Raiders and begins running ops for the gang. One of the members thinks he should be in charge instead, because Jax is so young. He rallies support using his sway in the gang and challenges Jax. They must fight for control of the gang once a challenge has been issued. The winner takes the gang and chooses whether or not to spare his opponent. The fight wasn't a battle it was a war. They traded blows for hours. Jax literally couldn't see through the blood. After he landed a solid blow with his cybernetic arm his opponent dropped to his knees. Jax wiped his face and looked at the crowd. Realizing they had stopped cheering a long time ago. This was worse than they expected. Jax walked to the cantina counter where he left his stuff. He grabbed his lightsaber and put it to the man's throat. He pulled his head up to face his followers, and took his head. Many people left the gang that day believing Jax to be to brutal.
Chapter 2: As Jax looks to expand The Raiders' reach he searches for allies to aid in the acquisition of a fleet.
Gear:
Slugthrower Rifle
Vibroknife
Sith Lightsaber
Vandal's Fist: Energy Shield, Guava Juice System, Spark Guantlet
Vehicle:
Modified Underworld Police Speeder
with this paint job
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A