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| Callsign: |
Jaron  |
| ComNet Rank: |
ComNet n00b
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| Division(s): |
VE - Imperial Navy
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| Gender: |
Female
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| Species: |
Human
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| Birthday: |
November 8
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| Date Joined: |
February 24, 2008
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| Last Active: |
August 12, 2008 at
10:40:31 PM
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| Number of Posts: |
18 |
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FM/SCRW Jaron Kai/Viper 10/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/1Flt/VEN/VE (=*A*=) |
| Biography: |
Name: Jaron Kai
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Hazel
Home planet: Ord Mantell
Physical Description: Jaron is a bit taller than the average woman, and in good shape at 20 years old without being overly muscular or bulky. She has dark red hair, which she generally keeps cut short, because it’s easier to maintain that way. Her hazel eyes rarely stay focused in one place for long, and you get the impression that she’s looking over your shoulder at something that might be coming to get you. Her morning routine is about 30 seconds longer than the average guy, and that’s only because her hair has a tendency to tangle and she can’t get away with only using a comb. You won’t see her wearing extensive make-up or pretty dresses, even planet-side in this month’s most fashionable club. Her notion of “dressed up” is somewhere closer to what is commonly understood as fitted and utilitarian; blasters make fine fashion accessories and black has always been a classic color.
Emotional Description: For the most part, it seems like Jaron has a fairly even keel. She listens well and usually resists the temptation to act on impulse and emotions. That said, however, when her fuse does run out, things can get messy very quickly. Jaron is clever and knows it, but she doesn’t let everyone see that. She is a schemer, which translates into hilarious pranks and outrageous statements when she’s in a good mood and vicious episodes of revenge when she’s provoked. Even in a world where very little is actually fair, Jaron cleaves to her notion of fairness and justice (which is sometimes colored into something else by her rage), and she justifies her more violent outbursts, both verbally and physically, by insisting that she is only trying to make the situation fair or even. She takes particular joy in watching others earn what she considers to be their due, be it positive or negative. Jaron never acts without justification, even if that translates to a ridiculous statement based on the sort of logic that comes only from blind rage.
History: Jaron grew up on Ord Mantell, working with her father in their mostly legal, often not shipping business. She’s an experienced short-haul pilot and knows her way around most common cargo vehicles. Her mother died when she was 15, and her father recently perished in a shipping accident, leaving the family business to her and her two brothers. When her parents were alive, Jaron was required to love her brothers, but that is no longer the case. She sees them both as lazy, ineffectual, and having ridden on her and her father’s coat-tails for free for too long. Although her father’s will left her a third share of the company, with her brothers in charge, it seemed best not to stay. Jaron suspects that her oldest brother was responsible for her father’s death, and in one of her enraged moments, she decided to give her brothers their due by destroying 1/3 of the ships and other equipment owned by their company. For all intents and purposes, the destruction appeared to have been caused by an unfortunate combination of several large, improperly sealed crates containing a large shipment of live nunas from Naboo and their accompanying foodstuffs, which somehow found its way into the delicate electronic bowels of the business’s capital assets. Uncertain of how well she covered her tracks and unable to adequately explain to her father’s old business partners why she had suddenly broken away from such a respected company name, however, Jaron decided it was time for a change of pace. Her family had never been interested in the struggles of the Rebellion or the New Republic, and Jaron never really identified with Rebel claims that the Empire was evil; they had never done her wrong. Some of the rumors she had heard unsettled her, but with the Emperor dead, she figured things had probably changed. With her ear to the ground, she soon learned about an Imperial splinter faction on the edge of the galaxy that had abandoned many of the old Empire's worst policies, including its outright hatred of non-human species and nonchalant attitude that pilots were "expendable." Jaron sought out the Vast Empire because she feels that the New Republic is not the answer for the galaxy, and at least in the VEN, they treat their pilots well. |
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FM/SCRW Jaron Kai/Viper 10/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/1Flt/VEN/VE (=*A*=) |
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