Ember to Ash
Miles Jast
| Birthplace | Stewjon |
| Age | 23 Years |
| Rank | None |
| Faction | Unaffiliated |
| Home | None |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Probably not |
| Height | 1.77m |
| Weight | 77.11kg |
| Hair Color | Brown |
| Eye Color | Green |
| Skin Color | Olive |
| Distinctive features | |
| Writer | D042 |
The galaxy is a big place, filled with little people, living little lives. Miles Jast longs to be more, to leave some kind of lasting mark in a galaxy that erases nations on a whim. There is no all-surrounding force to guide him, no beskar to shield him, only a quick draw and a bit of frontier know-how.
TRAITS:
- Expert Gunslinger
- Capable Brawler
- Talented Pilot
- Pragmatic
- Dry–witted
- Fearless
- Impulsive
- Arrogant
- Hot Headed
- Naive
- Poor Tactician
A farmer’s son from far on the rim, Miles lived a simple life among simple folk until his teenage years. Desperate to make something of himself, Miles slipped away into the stars like so many others. Falling in with a group of young rebels in Empire space. The group became a second family, and among other things taught the young Miles how to fight, fly, and shoot. When conflict came, he did what good he could, but young insurgents rarely fare well against Stormtroopers, with a few glaring exceptions throughout history. Barely surviving his brush with the Empire, Miles fled into less civilized space and went on making his way in the galaxy as a hired gun without a cause.
EQUIPMENT:
- A pair of blaster pistols
- A vibroknife
- After-market armor
- Retrofitted One Sith War-era Republic X-Wing