Character Jon Kovacs

[Kovacs]

DAGGER-5

Music	hot stuff hbk
Callsign	Dagger-Five
Aliases	Danger Lawton Vega [cover]
Class(es)	Pilot Agent Smutlord
Birthplace	The Wheel
Homeworld	Dubrillion
Age	Sweet 20s livin in the 80s
Personality Traits	Brave Confident Cynical Impatient
Education Traits	Quick Learner
Lifestyle Traits	Adrenaline Seeker Caf Addict Random Wookiepedia Article Enjoyer Sportsy Pazaak Jockey
Rank(s)	Lieutenant
Faction(s)	New Imperial Order Starfighter Corps 181st Fighter Wing Dagger Squadron, Bravo Flight
Species	Human
Languages	Galactic Basic, Bocce, Huttese, Sy Bisti
Gender	Male
Force Sensitive	y
Character Alignment	Lawful Neutral
Height	5'11
Weight	180lbs

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  Chapter I
  '...he's not fearless, not at all. Fear's got a grip on his heart, but it's his ability to feel fear so intensely that becomes his strength to overcome fear."
  —Kovac's TO recommending Jon to be drafted as a flight leader despite his terrible grades.​

  
  Dad's a travellin' high-roller, mom's a nurse - go figure. She's a patch-the-drunks nurse on The Wheel and he's gambling his debts when they meet. Nine months later Dad rolls a double-zero and young Jon Kovacs pops to life. Hey, what can I say, got Dad's jawline. Champagne time for the old man and a lot of embarrassment for the fine lady; Dad's not really the to-the-moon stock Mom's folks were betting on. Oh, well.
  
  Moved back to Tion, Mom's world, spent the summers with granma's wheatcakes an' granpa's anti-Dad ramblin'. He's a good for nothin' nerf-herder, Jon; better not turn out like 'im, Jon; yabba yabba. It's a shakespearean spiel between how bad Dad is and how the Sith were somehow worse. Latter was usually delivered in a hushed tone. Granps' an ol' Legionnaire, seen the worst of the mentally deranged, plasma torch wielding freaks.
  
  Dad spent weeks at a time goin' for cigarettes, much later on in life Jon's learned that meant he's been smuggling. Mom wasn't happy and neither was the kid. As much as he's inherited the free spirit kinda deal from his dad, it's his lack of presence that makes him realize that sometimes you gotta curb those impulses for the 'greater good'. Sometimes you gotta curb a bit of individual liberties to weather the storm. To keep order.
  
  Was one of those cig runs when granps took the whole fam to Muunilinst, place turned into a warzone a year later. Can't ever forget when the skies went dark in the aftermath of the Sith's rout. Put the fear of God in young Jon's heart when the flames that came from above consumed all life. Made him take a vow, an oath, to one day keep those skies forever clear, to keep the darkness at bay, whatever the cost.
  
  They moved to the Undertow - the seedy slums of Dubrillion, impoverished by the Total War that reigned across the stars. It's a hard life but hard times make strong men. Scarred, every day Jon looks up to the skies, promising to himself that someday he's gonna be the sky's guardian.
  
  Years later, he barely passes the entry examination to the Defiance Flight Training Institute but becomes the star quarterback of the Institute's grav-ball team. He can see passes no one else can, it's like an omnipotent force's guiding his eyes and hands. A money shower career's waiting for him in the Core. After long deliberations, torn by the temptation of a safe life of fame and fortune, of glitter and gold, he stays true to ten-year old Jon's vow.
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  SKY GUARDIAN: EMERGENCE
  Scarred for life from when the skies over Muunilinst darkened and the Sith unleashed nuclear hell upon the world, ten-year old Jon Kovacs has taken a vow to keep the skies forever clear. To protect the worlds of his nation from suffering the same fate.
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  - scored 10/100 on the theoretical part of his final examination from the Flight Institute, 90/100 on his practical
  
  - graduated with honors Lucien Dooku 's smut masterclass
  
  - three years in a row voted best QB in space college grav-ball
  
  - smokes occasionally because he's a Zef character
  
  - often flagged by ISB for crass jokes
  
  - almost ejected from the Institute for hosting a strip pazaak game in his dorm
  
  - never lacks confidence
  
  - flying in the skies is actually his coping mechanism against the nuclear fallout trauma. wow deep.
  
  - average c'mere toots, streets aint what they used to be enjoyer
  
  - minor regrets he didn't take the Core grav-ball offer instead, so it's workin' for the 401k for life now
  
  - probably something im forgetting but will remember later