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The Man
Name
Jost Nasscal
Species
Human
Age
Twenty-Two
Sex
Male
Title
N/A
Height - Weight
1.75m 81kg
Eyes - Hair
Brown Dark
Skin
Light Caramel
Force Sensitive
No
Strengths & Weaknesses
[~] Strategic Genius
[~] Tactically sound
[~] Administrative
[~] Educated
[~] Ambitious
[~] Self-righteous
[~] Radical
[~] Impatient
[~] Inferiority complex
[~] Non-combatant
His Loyalties
Faction
The Primeval
Rank
TBD
A Legend
Jost was born in the year 822 ABY. Observed from an early age, a young Jost was regarded as a somewhat curious and outspoken child. The youngest of two in the household of career soldiers, Jost was educated in the military academy on Bastion; his birthworld. Years went by studying under the histories of the great Fel Imperium and Remnants of old, learning tactics and playing war games with the other children. Of course as a child he was unable to grasp the concept of war in what seemed to be little more than recreation. Atop these studies he was also taught basic facts and functions much like any other ordinary child on a developed world.
As a teenager things began to change and take a new course, the outspoken and rebellious Jost became a disciplined and self-righteous young man. Never missing a class, he even questioned those who were falling behind on their scores. This attitude costed him the affection of his classmates, and due to his smaller stature he had been an easy target to pick on in fights. Returning home after a long day the only company he found other than the scolding of his parents was the affection of an older sister. She herself was born seven years earlier and was already in training to become a medical doctor, a path her parents were proud of as the two of them had no formal education outside of the military.
Coming of age was the hardest time of his adolescence. Like any person, Jost too sought the affection and approval of peers but lacked it due to his critical thinking and impolite viewpoints. Often seen alone within the archives, his teachers were concerned with his fascination of warfare that went beyond the common defense of Bastion and her people. These worries were expressed to his parents who took it upon them to have him enlisted sooner than later, their hopes were that he would become more content with the concept of a military career when realizing the humility in serving the government and obeying orders. Thus on his sixteenth birthday Jost was enlisted as a cadet in the Bastion Defense Fleet.
Taking his first commission, the young man found himself in similar circumstances as he did with colleagues at the academy. Those above him and beside him did not respect the radical and rather ambitious tendencies of an outspoken recruit. In fact the only regard he received was for his astonishing ability to devise stratagem in the course of battle during war games. Not even the senior officers who played against him won which slowly garnered respect from those who had the pleasure of serving under him. For two years he would continue to serve his first commission before being given command of his own starship.
The first steps to realizing his ambition came out of a surprise event during a mundane patrol, Bastion had been weakened from sudden disappearances and was left without the protection of their Mandalorian rulers. Starships exited hyperspace at edge of Bastion's gravity well, numbering only less than a dozen this detachment was clearly a vanguard of a larger fleet. Rumors spread across the eastern fringes of madmen and murderers who flooded worlds like locusts, plaguing them with false prophesy. Outnumbered and outgunned, any other officer would've pulled away or even surrendered willingly. Jost on the other hand--as brash and impatient as he was--sought to claim his mark, to prove his greater destiny.
Taking under him a few small gunboats and fleet tenders he devised a strategy of overwhelming their opponent with superior formations. Using the non-combat ships as shields his forces used long-range bombardment; pushing forward and pulling back in and out of range. Wearing down at the defenses the enemy finally fell into the rather devious trap. Reserve ships whose all but skeleton crew had abandoned were rigged to explode, the moment the enemy warships approached for the offensive the key vessels exploded into a silent display of fire; debris punctured their thin hulls. This victory was his first but short lived. In the moment he was a champion the rest of the fleet appeared, this time no clever strategy could win out and his forces were utterly exhausted. The planetary government hoping to spare their lives surrendered the defenses of the planet to what became an onslaught -- a purge. For his victory, Jost was spared by these Primeval; forced to serve them.
With a future uncertain, an unfulfilled ambition, and pride shattered Jost Nasscal quietly served the bidding of his overlords. His sister taken had forced their mother into insanity, resulting in her suicide and driving their father into a deep depressive state. Vowing to liberate Bastion was an empty idea, but one that became a burning passion in his hollowed heart. He would have to become strong, recognized, and most of all feared. He would need the respect of the best... These were the last thoughts before the fateful day, his final patrol with the Bastion Defense Fleet as an unknown assailant headed towards the convoy he was escorting.