Jin Supra
Don't Talk About It
Jin Supra
NAME: Jin Kiri Supra
FACTION: None
RANK: Apprentice (No idea of the alignment quite yet)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5"11
WEIGHT: 80kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Agile: From all the years of underground cage fighting Jin has gained superior reflexes and counterattacking prowess, along with blistering pace, he can move around the ring or the fighting area immensely quickly with the help of his acrobatic skills.
Force is Strong: Although he is unaware, he does possess a boatload of midichlorians, making him very capable with the force (provided he learns anything)
Rugged: He can take a punch or two from his days in the ring, pain keeps him running. And while he can take a punch, he sure as hell knows how to throw one. His close quarters combat skills are brutal and relentless, focusing on counters and destructions (breaking of the limbs)
Witty: He picks up new skills rather quickly, he uses this in the ring to determine his opponent's strategies to fighting, and modifies his own style to suit, however this usually does require a minutes or so of exposure to his foe's fighting style before he knows how to properly react with anything other than instinct. This is due to a drive and desire to learn about combat and different fighting styles.
Mr.Mechanic: He's quite adept with mechanics, capable of repairing starfighters and droids.
Arrogance: Due to his record in the ring, he has a very high opinion of himself, which would make him a real pain in the ass to any Jedi/Sith training him as he always jumps right into it. Granted, it could be seen as motivation, but to most it's pretty much seen as sheer stupidity - surprising given how quickly he learns.
Appel Du Vide: He has an inane desire to fight anyone way too strong for him. Even if it ends up with broken bones. It also means he goes way overboard in training sessions and can risk serious damage to mostly himself as a result, especially if training with a high-ranking Force User.
Overexertion: He is prove to overstepping it when fighting or training, tiring himself out a lot just for the sake of proving himself or winning a fight quickly. He suffers from chronic 'go ham sandwich'. A firm iron-willed force user would need to really hammer the idea of "endurance" into him.
APPEARANCE:
Jin's proud, noble fighting physique stands at five foot eleven, he possesses strong arms, a muscular torso with added six-pack (abdominals - not Coors Light) from all the training he had to go through to make sure his body stayed fit and firm for the ring. Granted, he is a little on the skinny side despite his muscles but that's due to the minimal amount of money he makes from his contract in fighting, as such he can barely afford the food he needs to keep himself running.
He possesses tree-bark brown eyes, one-half of both his irises seem to glow a pearlescent shade of hazel when exposed to light, definitely one of his more noticeable features. The eyes he possesses are the eyes which shimmer and shine tirelessly with boundless ambition and hope - whether Light or Dark, is yet undecided.
His hair is somewhat short and jet black with a slightly wiry texture given his ethnicity. He tends to spike it up to look good in the ring. It's often however seen wet - due to the sweating involved with illegal underground fighting.
It's not uncommon to see Jin with the residue of nosebleeds and cuts along his face, the scars littering his facial features and body along with the muscles make him look somewhat older than his birth certificate indicates. But it's indeed his real age.
His knuckles are often bloody and grazed due to the punches he throws and the blocks he must make to defend himself in such a sporadic and no-holds-barred sport. Where even death of the opponent is not uncommon.
He usually tends to wear a black leather jacket with matching fingerless gloves to give his knuckles at least some protection from the combat he must endure. Matching this is usually a pair of form-fitting trousers with somewhat elasticky properties to maximise mobility, accompanying this are usually a pair of lightweight yet durable black boots. Either that or sneakers, or barefoot.
When fighting or training, he is usually shirtless with a pair of Kung-fu trousers, with matching thin black shoes. This is obviously given due to the lack of any Jedi robes.
A pair of neatly trimmed, yet slightly scarred eyebrows and full lips (often seen swollen) adorn his face, both of these noticeable features obviously appearing damaged at times given his profession.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jin was born and raised in Cadriell on Achillea with his mother and father, in the more urban areas of the planet where he used to study engineering in one of the more reputable universities on his homeworld's capital. He used to be rather proficient at engineering, but that took a backseat compared to his skills at beating people up. He trained many different fighting styles under his own mother's tutelage. Knowing full well that the galaxy got real rough at times, and you needed to know how to throw fists to survive, especially at the many cantinas he'd probably end up visiting if he got a decent job.
His parents were insistant that he became successful, and despite martial arts being his first true passion, Mom n Pop thought that engineering was where the money was at, any shipworks company would pay for someone who could design, create and install equipment. Funny that such an undocumented world was home to such talent. Jin didn't really care all too much, sure - he liked engineering. But it was never as fun as fighting - He could never find that same adrenaline rush he had when he was one on one in the dojo.
He hardly had any free time as a result, balancing serious studying with serious training didn't really give him much in the way of independance.
Despite this, he succeeded his studies - with honors even. As a youth - people could sense something about him - a drive. Some ethereal power motivating him - giving him the strength he needed to go about his tireless days. Most people didn't know what it was - but those who knew - knew it was the Force. Strong within him. Especially when he meditated. Even though Jin was completely oblivious to its' existance. Of course - he knew about the Force and the Jedi, but for such power to be embedded in a mere engineering student? Surely not.
Turns out, that was the case.
At the age of 16, someone on the island could sense that force. And they didn't want that, Achilleans being very quick to turn in any force users. And with that, the Empire wanted him out. They sent soldiers, mercenaries to a poor teenagers house. The loss of his family weighed heavy on him. And even though his studies were finished, there was no hope for him on that planet. A planet which possessed wonderful forests and shimmering shallow seas - but underneath all that - was cowardice.
Jin fled, hiding in the cargo hold of a ship headed to Tatooine. Tears in his eyes and mourning as the Empire imprisoned - tortured - and killed his parents. Making Jin his own man at the tender age of sixteen.
Upon his arrival on Tatooine, what was he to do? He had a degree in Engineering, sure. But with no credits how was he going to get off this rock?
He spent his first day on Tatooine, stealing spice, credits and alcohol to numb the pain of his losses and woes. But it was only until he had his first cantina fight, that people started to notice him. A Rodian, Settu. A man who often crossed the boundaries between corrupt and sane. He signed Jin to a "contract". Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to find the underground fighting scene by himself. The contract did exploit him a bit. But that was due to Settu knowing Jin's goal of departing Tatooine, the contract was just to milk him of as much money as he could before he left. Such was life in Mos Eisley.
At the same age, he had his first cage fight. Against a Trandoshan. A very decorated Trandoshan at that. Snarrel. He was well known in the scene for even killing his opponents. And Jin damn near came close. But a last gasp knockout put Jin on the map and got him his first earnings. Enough for some food, but not much more. Such was the contract. But Settu was a man with friends in high places, and even if Jin did betray him. He'd wind up dead.
And while depression certainly spurred the thought of suicide. That little voice in his head told him: "Your time has not yet come." Ever since that day, Jin had been fighting to get off the planet. It had taken him two years and he had almost earned enough credits to live the life he deserved to. Definitely somewhere nice. Coruscant? Naboo? Who knew? All he knew was that he had to fight to stay alive. And that was what he'd do. Such is the heart of a warrior - Especially one as ambitious as him.
Would someone find the beacon that was Jin's force powers? Who knew. Until that day, he'd have to throw fists. And throw fists to his very last breath.
SHIP:
No
KILLS:
-
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
-
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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NAME: Jin Kiri Supra
FACTION: None
RANK: Apprentice (No idea of the alignment quite yet)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5"11
WEIGHT: 80kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Agile: From all the years of underground cage fighting Jin has gained superior reflexes and counterattacking prowess, along with blistering pace, he can move around the ring or the fighting area immensely quickly with the help of his acrobatic skills.
Force is Strong: Although he is unaware, he does possess a boatload of midichlorians, making him very capable with the force (provided he learns anything)
Rugged: He can take a punch or two from his days in the ring, pain keeps him running. And while he can take a punch, he sure as hell knows how to throw one. His close quarters combat skills are brutal and relentless, focusing on counters and destructions (breaking of the limbs)
Witty: He picks up new skills rather quickly, he uses this in the ring to determine his opponent's strategies to fighting, and modifies his own style to suit, however this usually does require a minutes or so of exposure to his foe's fighting style before he knows how to properly react with anything other than instinct. This is due to a drive and desire to learn about combat and different fighting styles.
Mr.Mechanic: He's quite adept with mechanics, capable of repairing starfighters and droids.
Arrogance: Due to his record in the ring, he has a very high opinion of himself, which would make him a real pain in the ass to any Jedi/Sith training him as he always jumps right into it. Granted, it could be seen as motivation, but to most it's pretty much seen as sheer stupidity - surprising given how quickly he learns.
Appel Du Vide: He has an inane desire to fight anyone way too strong for him. Even if it ends up with broken bones. It also means he goes way overboard in training sessions and can risk serious damage to mostly himself as a result, especially if training with a high-ranking Force User.
Overexertion: He is prove to overstepping it when fighting or training, tiring himself out a lot just for the sake of proving himself or winning a fight quickly. He suffers from chronic 'go ham sandwich'. A firm iron-willed force user would need to really hammer the idea of "endurance" into him.
APPEARANCE:
Jin's proud, noble fighting physique stands at five foot eleven, he possesses strong arms, a muscular torso with added six-pack (abdominals - not Coors Light) from all the training he had to go through to make sure his body stayed fit and firm for the ring. Granted, he is a little on the skinny side despite his muscles but that's due to the minimal amount of money he makes from his contract in fighting, as such he can barely afford the food he needs to keep himself running.
He possesses tree-bark brown eyes, one-half of both his irises seem to glow a pearlescent shade of hazel when exposed to light, definitely one of his more noticeable features. The eyes he possesses are the eyes which shimmer and shine tirelessly with boundless ambition and hope - whether Light or Dark, is yet undecided.
His hair is somewhat short and jet black with a slightly wiry texture given his ethnicity. He tends to spike it up to look good in the ring. It's often however seen wet - due to the sweating involved with illegal underground fighting.
It's not uncommon to see Jin with the residue of nosebleeds and cuts along his face, the scars littering his facial features and body along with the muscles make him look somewhat older than his birth certificate indicates. But it's indeed his real age.
His knuckles are often bloody and grazed due to the punches he throws and the blocks he must make to defend himself in such a sporadic and no-holds-barred sport. Where even death of the opponent is not uncommon.
He usually tends to wear a black leather jacket with matching fingerless gloves to give his knuckles at least some protection from the combat he must endure. Matching this is usually a pair of form-fitting trousers with somewhat elasticky properties to maximise mobility, accompanying this are usually a pair of lightweight yet durable black boots. Either that or sneakers, or barefoot.
When fighting or training, he is usually shirtless with a pair of Kung-fu trousers, with matching thin black shoes. This is obviously given due to the lack of any Jedi robes.
A pair of neatly trimmed, yet slightly scarred eyebrows and full lips (often seen swollen) adorn his face, both of these noticeable features obviously appearing damaged at times given his profession.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jin was born and raised in Cadriell on Achillea with his mother and father, in the more urban areas of the planet where he used to study engineering in one of the more reputable universities on his homeworld's capital. He used to be rather proficient at engineering, but that took a backseat compared to his skills at beating people up. He trained many different fighting styles under his own mother's tutelage. Knowing full well that the galaxy got real rough at times, and you needed to know how to throw fists to survive, especially at the many cantinas he'd probably end up visiting if he got a decent job.
His parents were insistant that he became successful, and despite martial arts being his first true passion, Mom n Pop thought that engineering was where the money was at, any shipworks company would pay for someone who could design, create and install equipment. Funny that such an undocumented world was home to such talent. Jin didn't really care all too much, sure - he liked engineering. But it was never as fun as fighting - He could never find that same adrenaline rush he had when he was one on one in the dojo.
He hardly had any free time as a result, balancing serious studying with serious training didn't really give him much in the way of independance.
Despite this, he succeeded his studies - with honors even. As a youth - people could sense something about him - a drive. Some ethereal power motivating him - giving him the strength he needed to go about his tireless days. Most people didn't know what it was - but those who knew - knew it was the Force. Strong within him. Especially when he meditated. Even though Jin was completely oblivious to its' existance. Of course - he knew about the Force and the Jedi, but for such power to be embedded in a mere engineering student? Surely not.
Turns out, that was the case.
At the age of 16, someone on the island could sense that force. And they didn't want that, Achilleans being very quick to turn in any force users. And with that, the Empire wanted him out. They sent soldiers, mercenaries to a poor teenagers house. The loss of his family weighed heavy on him. And even though his studies were finished, there was no hope for him on that planet. A planet which possessed wonderful forests and shimmering shallow seas - but underneath all that - was cowardice.
Jin fled, hiding in the cargo hold of a ship headed to Tatooine. Tears in his eyes and mourning as the Empire imprisoned - tortured - and killed his parents. Making Jin his own man at the tender age of sixteen.
Upon his arrival on Tatooine, what was he to do? He had a degree in Engineering, sure. But with no credits how was he going to get off this rock?
He spent his first day on Tatooine, stealing spice, credits and alcohol to numb the pain of his losses and woes. But it was only until he had his first cantina fight, that people started to notice him. A Rodian, Settu. A man who often crossed the boundaries between corrupt and sane. He signed Jin to a "contract". Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to find the underground fighting scene by himself. The contract did exploit him a bit. But that was due to Settu knowing Jin's goal of departing Tatooine, the contract was just to milk him of as much money as he could before he left. Such was life in Mos Eisley.
At the same age, he had his first cage fight. Against a Trandoshan. A very decorated Trandoshan at that. Snarrel. He was well known in the scene for even killing his opponents. And Jin damn near came close. But a last gasp knockout put Jin on the map and got him his first earnings. Enough for some food, but not much more. Such was the contract. But Settu was a man with friends in high places, and even if Jin did betray him. He'd wind up dead.
And while depression certainly spurred the thought of suicide. That little voice in his head told him: "Your time has not yet come." Ever since that day, Jin had been fighting to get off the planet. It had taken him two years and he had almost earned enough credits to live the life he deserved to. Definitely somewhere nice. Coruscant? Naboo? Who knew? All he knew was that he had to fight to stay alive. And that was what he'd do. Such is the heart of a warrior - Especially one as ambitious as him.
Would someone find the beacon that was Jin's force powers? Who knew. Until that day, he'd have to throw fists. And throw fists to his very last breath.
SHIP:
No
KILLS:
-
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
-
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ROLE-PLAYS:
-