Jayce Vitulas
Balance Keeper
Saber Skills/Abilities
During the year long period Jayce had spent on Dagobah, he has refined most of his skills. Focusing more on the counterattack properties of Form V, also known as Shien, Jayce has left the other saber forms to near-novice rank. Being very proficient in this saber form has given his strikes more power, but it too can improved further. The counter attacks given by Shien allow for more control on the battlefield. Other than saber skills, Jayce has worked on many force abilities. The training on Dagobah was more force oriented. Most of the abilities that he has attained have become stronger, some newer abilities that have been attained need more work than others. As of now, his strongest attribute is his Electric Judgement. A power such of this can be extremely destructive, so, more training was required to prevent such complications.
Jayce has self-created an ability called the Plasma Bomb during his time on Lahn. It is an electric current that is condensed into a sphere by the force. He wills his Electric Judgement into the palm of his hand and solidifies it. The lightning swirls inside the globe and when broken, it will electrify the object it comes in contact with. Though he has not attempted to throw the orb, the possibility may be plausible. Unfortunately, the Plasma Bomb is very destructive to the body. The Grey Jedi has used it twice on Lahn and broke his arm both times. The last time he used it, his arm was beyond repair. Experimental drugs were used to regain the use of the limb. Holding the object creates too much pressure and every second risks injury. It is used as a last resort to a losing battle. It can not kill as of yet, but does make the target a conductor. When defeating the Jedi Master, Flynt Ravac, Jayce turned his opponent into a conduit and allowed the planet's lightning storm to finish the job.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS:Enthusiastic- Jayce lives life to the fullest, enjoying every moment and keeping his mind in the present. He's radiating with a massive amount of self-confidence. He knows he is a valid part of the universe and feels appreciated, guided. This person exhibits a high level of dedication, gets fully engaged, and knows the galaxy to be his biggest and best partner. He has a clear vision of his goal, does not get distracted, and uses his energy entirely towards the manifestation of his dreams.
Passionate and Energetic- When something captures Jayce's imagination and to his ideas, the Gray Jedi dedicates his time, strength and mind to it. When a helping hand is needed, he will be the first to answer.
PERSONALITY WEAKNESSES:Mistrustful- In his travels, he has learned one thing, the Jedi and Sith are fighting their other half. Jayce doesn't really trust Jedi because of their lack of knowledge towards the force. He also doesn't trust Sith because of their ever growing lust for power. Although, he has teamed up with both sides, each serving his ultimate goal. This has of course, lead to betrayal.
Loose-tongued- When people talk to one another, it’s usually calm, cool and relaxed, no matter what. Jayce doesn’t see it that way. If you are rude, nasty or just being a jerk, you’re going to hear about it. He doesn’t take too kindly to people overstepping their boundaries. Just stay away if you have nothing nice to say.
BIOGRAPHY:It was cold a summer’s night on the planet Onderon. Jayce had been born, brought into the world with screams and tears. The world was at peace, as though everything became calm as the boy came to be apart of the Vitalus family. His electric blue eyes illuminated the room as they opened to gaze at his mother. Allara Vitalus, his mother, was a twenty year old Jedi Master who left the order behind for love. The young woman was beautiful and strong. She had long chestnut hair, sharing the same electric blue eyes as her son, and an athletic body that showed hints of muscle. Her title spoke much about who she was as a person. The Wisdom of the Order, given to her by the Jedi of Coruscant. When there was a problem, she was the one they turned too. Solving problems that most Jedi wouldn't even consider. Allara conducted herself in the proper way of the Jedi's of old, only breaking from this when she married Medon Vitalus. He was a smuggler, hired to transport goods to specific benefactors in the galaxy. The now thirty year old man with a shaven head and midnight black goatee, retired from such line of work. Together, they made a deal to do what was best for the young boy, no matter the cost.
When Jayce turned three years old, he was showing signs of being force sensitive. It was a dream come true for Allara but not so much for Medon. The middle aged man had a hard enough time keeping his wife's powers a secret, her temp riled by foul mannered people. With a son who was also sharing the force, he would have to work double time on keeping them safe.
During the time Jayce turned five, his mother began to train him in the ways of the Jedi. Their home was close to the wall that separated the inhabitants of Onderon from the beasts of the thick unforgiving forests. Allara thought this was the best place to train till he reached a decent age, then they would descend into the forest. Jayce's training went as followed;
Push-ups. Sit-ups. Five miles runs. Force push rocks. Sense where a certain person was. Telepathy. Force Enlightenment. Force Body. Detoxify Poison. Force Healing.
When he reached the age of ten, every day on the planet seemed like a test. The time felt right to his mother, so she took him into the jungles of Onderon. The beasts and monstrous creatures that roamed across the landscape presented their own challenges. At the end of the day, Force Healing was a must. Jayce's mother took him aside.
"You are getting stronger by the day my son. Soon you will no longer need me."
"I'll always need you mother. Always."
"Careful Jayce. Attachment is a path to the Darkside. If you fear to lose me, you will be corrupted."
Jayce looked at his mother with questioning eyes. "If the Force is everything, light and dark, why would we not embrace both sides? The connection to the Force would be stronger and in harmony."
Allara slapped young Jayce across his face. "The Darkside is not to be played with, your soul will be tainted and you will lose everything. The Jedi will hunt you and the Sith will try to steal your power. You must be pure and knowledgeable. Only then will you find the true strength of the force." She knew she was being a hypocrite, but in order to keep her son safe, she said what she needed too.
Jayce didn't believe that, the force was everything that encompassed the universe. If one was to truly become stronger, they must learn both sides.
When Jayce turned 18, his mother sent him to find a schematic for a lightsaber. Three years after his departure from Onderon, Jayce was becoming wary in his search. In his travels, rumors of an old Jedi academy began to fill his ears. On a planet named Ossus, there was a Jedi temple that was forged, destroyed, reformed and finally destroyed by the Empire. This intrigued Jayce. If there was anywhere in the galaxy that had plans for a lightsaber, that was his best shot. After a jump into lightspeed, he started to pray. He was hoping that there was some divine being that would hear his call and granted him this one request. The destination was growing closer. The jump from lightspeed was over and Jayce’s eyes began to fill with the view of the planet. It grew quiet as he descended onto the surface. He did a quick pass before landing to see if he could spot what looked like a temple. There wasn’t much left. The turbo lasers used to level the academy only left the foundation and a couple of stones. Jayce’s heart began to break. His hopes were smashed and he was faced with another dead end. He began to smash his hands on the floor of the once sacred temple. With each hit, he poured more of his ability into it. The ground broke beneath him. Rolling down a series of caverns, he finally landed in front of a massive pile of bones. It was dark. Jayce began to try and light a pack of matches he had gotten from one of his pit stops. After one strike it was lit. The area was huge but seemed to have no exit. It was looking rough.
It felt like Jayce was walking around for hours. His supply of matches was growing thin. He started to hear things. First screams, then roars. They sounded like animals, which would explain the bones he landed in. The path seemed to become clearer, it was an old burial ground that he fell into. A place where old Jedi were buried, at least, that’s what Jayce thought to himself. With his last match, the path was finally leading to an exit. He could see the light coming from the outside world. The roaring he heard earlier was getting louder. His pace soon quickened but was cut short after a fast fall to the floor. In pain, Jayce slowly lifted his head. He saw his match burn out and a pair of red eyes filling the void left behind. Jayce turned to the thing he tripped on, in hopes it was a bone or a stone, so that he may defend himself from whatever was coming for him. The beast lunged. Jayce quickly grabbed the object. It was heavy and cold. As he turned to whack the creature his thumb hit a switch on the object. Coursing red fire stormed for the item, straight at the creature.
Two seconds later, the sides ignited with the same red flame.
It impaled the monster and screams leaped from its mouth. The young man was in awe of its beauty, the beast did not have much admiration as it died, pierced in the heart by the crimson blade. Jayce looked at what he had found. It was a red cross-guarded lightsaber. As he stepped out of the cave, he examined it more. It was a black, t-shaped pole with one button on the side. It was fitted with a large riveted pommel, encasing the bottom. To him, it was beautiful and he pledged that it would never leave his side for as long as he drew breath. Finally, the student could move on to the next step.
Jayce soon returned to his home world of Onderon. From the city he grew up in, he journeyed to the wall that divided it from the forest. The creatures outside the wall were dangerous and lethal. “Now. Bring me a challenge,” Jayce said with a smile on his face. They were not the only ones who had become more ferocious.
The forest of Onderon was Jayce’s home for the next three years. He practiced the lightsaber forms Shii-Cho and Vaapad on the different types of creatures the planet had to offer. He learned these styles from a book he stole when he was younger. Life as a rogue was not a kind one, any Jedi texts that were found are precious gifts. At least, that is what his mother once said. It was just him, his blade and that book for three long years. Jayce began to grow tired of the cold nights of the forest and carnivorous beasts that hunted him to no end. The ideas of this training had seemed to grow old to him. He wanted to perfect his techniques. Though he was strong in the force and lightsaber combat, he was no master, he won't even pass for a would-be apprentice.
His said goodbye to his family. His mother, crying, looked at her son. "Learn everything you can. If someone needs aid, help them. If you find yourself in terrible danger, run." Jayce wiped his mother tears and hugged her. "Thank you. For everything." He soon left Onderon again and this time, it was the last. His departure also provided a safer way of life for his parents. With the force becoming stronger inside of him, it wouldn't be too long before they were discovered. Jayce wasn't humble about his powers, always wanting to increase his strength. It was a dangerous lifestyle.
Jayce now searches for knew ways to complete his training and become stronger with the Force. To become, The Keeper of Balance.
The months after Final Judgement were full of twists and turns. Jayce found himself accompanied by a talking lightsaber crystal (later revealed to be Monarch's spirit). Not knowing were to go, the crystal recommended that the young Gray Jedi, seek a master in the arts of combat and powerful techniques. Jayce contemplated the ideas of finding another master after losing Monarch during the battle on Lahn. He thought it best to continue is journey finding tomes that could show him the way to more force abilities. If a master would appear, then he would ask for tutelage.
When Jayce turned three years old, he was showing signs of being force sensitive. It was a dream come true for Allara but not so much for Medon. The middle aged man had a hard enough time keeping his wife's powers a secret, her temp riled by foul mannered people. With a son who was also sharing the force, he would have to work double time on keeping them safe.
During the time Jayce turned five, his mother began to train him in the ways of the Jedi. Their home was close to the wall that separated the inhabitants of Onderon from the beasts of the thick unforgiving forests. Allara thought this was the best place to train till he reached a decent age, then they would descend into the forest. Jayce's training went as followed;
Push-ups. Sit-ups. Five miles runs. Force push rocks. Sense where a certain person was. Telepathy. Force Enlightenment. Force Body. Detoxify Poison. Force Healing.
When he reached the age of ten, every day on the planet seemed like a test. The time felt right to his mother, so she took him into the jungles of Onderon. The beasts and monstrous creatures that roamed across the landscape presented their own challenges. At the end of the day, Force Healing was a must. Jayce's mother took him aside.
"You are getting stronger by the day my son. Soon you will no longer need me."
"I'll always need you mother. Always."
"Careful Jayce. Attachment is a path to the Darkside. If you fear to lose me, you will be corrupted."
Jayce looked at his mother with questioning eyes. "If the Force is everything, light and dark, why would we not embrace both sides? The connection to the Force would be stronger and in harmony."
Allara slapped young Jayce across his face. "The Darkside is not to be played with, your soul will be tainted and you will lose everything. The Jedi will hunt you and the Sith will try to steal your power. You must be pure and knowledgeable. Only then will you find the true strength of the force." She knew she was being a hypocrite, but in order to keep her son safe, she said what she needed too.
Jayce didn't believe that, the force was everything that encompassed the universe. If one was to truly become stronger, they must learn both sides.
When Jayce turned 18, his mother sent him to find a schematic for a lightsaber. Three years after his departure from Onderon, Jayce was becoming wary in his search. In his travels, rumors of an old Jedi academy began to fill his ears. On a planet named Ossus, there was a Jedi temple that was forged, destroyed, reformed and finally destroyed by the Empire. This intrigued Jayce. If there was anywhere in the galaxy that had plans for a lightsaber, that was his best shot. After a jump into lightspeed, he started to pray. He was hoping that there was some divine being that would hear his call and granted him this one request. The destination was growing closer. The jump from lightspeed was over and Jayce’s eyes began to fill with the view of the planet. It grew quiet as he descended onto the surface. He did a quick pass before landing to see if he could spot what looked like a temple. There wasn’t much left. The turbo lasers used to level the academy only left the foundation and a couple of stones. Jayce’s heart began to break. His hopes were smashed and he was faced with another dead end. He began to smash his hands on the floor of the once sacred temple. With each hit, he poured more of his ability into it. The ground broke beneath him. Rolling down a series of caverns, he finally landed in front of a massive pile of bones. It was dark. Jayce began to try and light a pack of matches he had gotten from one of his pit stops. After one strike it was lit. The area was huge but seemed to have no exit. It was looking rough.
It felt like Jayce was walking around for hours. His supply of matches was growing thin. He started to hear things. First screams, then roars. They sounded like animals, which would explain the bones he landed in. The path seemed to become clearer, it was an old burial ground that he fell into. A place where old Jedi were buried, at least, that’s what Jayce thought to himself. With his last match, the path was finally leading to an exit. He could see the light coming from the outside world. The roaring he heard earlier was getting louder. His pace soon quickened but was cut short after a fast fall to the floor. In pain, Jayce slowly lifted his head. He saw his match burn out and a pair of red eyes filling the void left behind. Jayce turned to the thing he tripped on, in hopes it was a bone or a stone, so that he may defend himself from whatever was coming for him. The beast lunged. Jayce quickly grabbed the object. It was heavy and cold. As he turned to whack the creature his thumb hit a switch on the object. Coursing red fire stormed for the item, straight at the creature.
Two seconds later, the sides ignited with the same red flame.
It impaled the monster and screams leaped from its mouth. The young man was in awe of its beauty, the beast did not have much admiration as it died, pierced in the heart by the crimson blade. Jayce looked at what he had found. It was a red cross-guarded lightsaber. As he stepped out of the cave, he examined it more. It was a black, t-shaped pole with one button on the side. It was fitted with a large riveted pommel, encasing the bottom. To him, it was beautiful and he pledged that it would never leave his side for as long as he drew breath. Finally, the student could move on to the next step.
Jayce soon returned to his home world of Onderon. From the city he grew up in, he journeyed to the wall that divided it from the forest. The creatures outside the wall were dangerous and lethal. “Now. Bring me a challenge,” Jayce said with a smile on his face. They were not the only ones who had become more ferocious.
The forest of Onderon was Jayce’s home for the next three years. He practiced the lightsaber forms Shii-Cho and Vaapad on the different types of creatures the planet had to offer. He learned these styles from a book he stole when he was younger. Life as a rogue was not a kind one, any Jedi texts that were found are precious gifts. At least, that is what his mother once said. It was just him, his blade and that book for three long years. Jayce began to grow tired of the cold nights of the forest and carnivorous beasts that hunted him to no end. The ideas of this training had seemed to grow old to him. He wanted to perfect his techniques. Though he was strong in the force and lightsaber combat, he was no master, he won't even pass for a would-be apprentice.
His said goodbye to his family. His mother, crying, looked at her son. "Learn everything you can. If someone needs aid, help them. If you find yourself in terrible danger, run." Jayce wiped his mother tears and hugged her. "Thank you. For everything." He soon left Onderon again and this time, it was the last. His departure also provided a safer way of life for his parents. With the force becoming stronger inside of him, it wouldn't be too long before they were discovered. Jayce wasn't humble about his powers, always wanting to increase his strength. It was a dangerous lifestyle.
Jayce now searches for knew ways to complete his training and become stronger with the Force. To become, The Keeper of Balance.
The months after Final Judgement were full of twists and turns. Jayce found himself accompanied by a talking lightsaber crystal (later revealed to be Monarch's spirit). Not knowing were to go, the crystal recommended that the young Gray Jedi, seek a master in the arts of combat and powerful techniques. Jayce contemplated the ideas of finding another master after losing Monarch during the battle on Lahn. He thought it best to continue is journey finding tomes that could show him the way to more force abilities. If a master would appear, then he would ask for tutelage.
Leaping forward, Jayce has returned from his year long period on Dagobah. There, he trained his body, mind and spirit, allowing the force to flow through him. Something had changed about the young man however. His thoughts on the balance were no longer there, something more clouded was left in its place. Master Monarch has been quite for a long time, the voices stopping after six months into the training. The man that Jayce was when he walked into Dagobah, was not the same one that walked out.
Jayce has spent most of his life training to be both fast and agile. His body is tone but not to the point where his body has become bulky and slow. He dons long black hair that is usually wrapped into a ponytail. Near his right eye is a scar, which stretches from the middle of his forehead to the bottom of his cheek.
The young man's wardrobe consists of:
A pair of charcoal leather boots.
An onyx shirt, pants and undergarments.
An ink colored vest robe to cover his pants and under clothes
One chocolate-colored belt with a silver metal clamp resting in the middle.
One midnight black glove to cover his left hand
An ebony robe lined with silver and wine colored embroidered symbols that outlined the upper part of his torso.
This attire was a gift from his late master, Joshua Monarch.
Currently, Jayce is refusing to wear his master's robes until he redeems himself. This takes place after the events of Borrowed & Blue.
The young man's wardrobe consists of:
A pair of charcoal leather boots.
An onyx shirt, pants and undergarments.
An ink colored vest robe to cover his pants and under clothes
One chocolate-colored belt with a silver metal clamp resting in the middle.
One midnight black glove to cover his left hand
An ebony robe lined with silver and wine colored embroidered symbols that outlined the upper part of his torso.
This attire was a gift from his late master, Joshua Monarch.
Currently, Jayce is refusing to wear his master's robes until he redeems himself. This takes place after the events of Borrowed & Blue.
The Dragon's Lightning is the newest addition. It is a frigate class starship, modeled after the Pelta-Class frigate, complete with turbolasers and deflector shield generators. It is smaller than most frigates, which does help in combat scenarios. This craft has lightspeed technology but is very slow when it comes to turning in a firefight, faster in comparison to other frigates. If the target can out maneuver the ships weaponry, it will survive against this. One shot however could turn a X-Wing to ash, but might simply graze a Star Destroyer on the first/second hit. It sleeps a ten man crew comfortably, larger rooms to accommodate a livable experience. Has a full cafeteria, a bathroom for each cabin, cargo hold, training area and a small shuttle to transport four people to a planet's surface. The shuttle is not combat ready and has very low shielding.