[b]Name:[/b] Jacob "Jackie" Parson

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Appearance:[/b] One might say that Jacob is a little short to be an imperial trooper. His squad mates easily go over him by a few inches, and they are no giants themselves, the tallest standing at only around six feet tall. His short platinum blonde hair is always in a shaggy mess; Jacob has stopped bothering to comb it down as his helmet will rip it all up as soon as he puts it on, showing only his soft brown eyes anyway. One very-visible scar, which would most likely be correctly identified as cauterized by anyone passing by, reaches down from his forehead, curves around the bridge of his nose, and continues down his face until it reaches his upper lip. Several perpetually-dirty smudges dot his face, a testament to all of the field work he gets sent on in comparison to the pencil pushers and desk jockies that litter the imperial army. His trooper armor covers the rest of his body.

[b]Abilities/Skills:[/b] 
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[*] Blaster rifle marksmanship training
[*] Survivalist training
[*] Proficiency with the maintenance and repair of weapons and equipment, such as blasters, re-breathers, and environment suits.
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[b]Equipment:[/b]
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[*] Field-repair toolkit
[*] Blaster rifle
[*] "1001 Varieties of Flora and Fauna: A Trooper's Survival Guide", a book written by Jacob's commander when training to become a trooper. Never quite got to the publishing point, though.
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[b]Personality/Motivation:[/b] Jacob, while not a man without principles, is fiercely loyal to the Empire, and by extension, his superiors. If ordered, Jacob will swiftly massacre a village, as he would assume the action to be necessary to secure a united and prosperous Empire. When left to his own devices, he prefers to forgo any perceived unneeded collateral damage and complete his objectives with surgical precision, following the instructions of his superior officer to the letter. Off-duty, it would have very hard to pick Jacob out of a crowd, as he behaves like any other person: He jokes, he makes casual conversation, and doesn't embellish any details about his work. It would shock most people to know that he'd be ready to kill them without hesitation if the order ever came. 

Jacob fights for a united and prosperous Empire, where all can forge their own path in life, and he thoroughly believes that even the simple slave will be able to rise to greatness if they would just give the Empire a chance to sort things out. He feels pity for revolting slaves and rebels, as Jacob sees it as them simply not realizing that the very toils they scorn will give rise to a system where they can be their own men and women, and by revolting, are sealing their fates as mere slaves and peasants.

One day, as a sort of a pie-in-the-sky dream, Jacob wishes to join the ranks of Imperial Intelligence as a special agent. In short, Jacob has watched too many spy flicks, and is either naive, or chooses to ignore the fact that missions given to Agents are not always as fantastic as single-handedly shutting down a Rebel orbital platform's defense systems or busting a galactic smuggling ring. Still, Jacob keeps his head high and his loyalty to the Empire strong in hopes of a chance at reaching that pie.

[b]Biography:[/b] Born and raised on Boonta near Hollow Rock to a family of scrap-hoarders loyal to the Empire, Jacob was quickly taken in by the tales of fantastic feats of strength and brilliance displayed by the Empire's finest, told to him as bedtime stories by his mother and father. When not collecting the junk that crash-landed out of the orbital trash heap above, Jacob helped his father make use of it all, building all manner of utilities and repairing things brought to them by their neighbors in the surrounding area. Jacob's proudest moment came at the age of fourteen, when a patrolling squad of troopers were making their rounds around the perimeter of Hollow Rock. He heard one of the troopers complaining about their blaster rifle malfunctioning. When Jacob approached and, rather sheepishly out of reverence, offered to repair it, the trooper took him up on his offer, albeit with a strong tone of sarcasm which Jacob quickly picked up on. He simply took this as a challenge. The squad followed Jacob to his workshop where he examined the rifle. After a few minutes of prodding and dismantling, he discovered the cause of the malfunction, that being a power cell had discharged prematurely in its chamber, frying some of the circuitry. Jacob got to work, replacing the affected wires and chips with, although old and fidgety, functioning components. Handing the rifle back to the trooper, he cheered to himself silently when seeing the face of the trooper after a successful test-fire: Complete and total bewilderment. After an explanation of the problem and how to both avoid and remedy it in the future, the trooper thanked Jacob and even gave him some credits as payment.

Six years later, Jacob waved good-bye to the beaming, proud faces of his parents as he left for the capital city to join the ranks of the imperial army. For him, the posters and stories from travelers did not do Boonta justice. He marveled at the governor's palace and watched the many ships fly to and from the spaceport, their reflective hulls occasionally blinding Jacob. He even saw some of the people that were in the stories his parents used to tell him as a child. Embarrassingly, it took all of his strength not to run up and greet them. He eventually forced himself to stop admiring the hub, and made his way to the recruitment center. Jacob spent the better part of nearly a year at the academy. He had opted for additional courses, specifically in survival and mechanical engineering, so he spent more time in training than some of his peers, who were content with their basic combat training and took the chance to ship out early. At twenty one years old with all the teachings of his instructors he could keep in his head, Jacob was shipped out back to Boonta. His first assignment was as a mine guard near Hollowed Rock, but he never got to see his parents as they were a few miles out from his post, and strict schedules didn't leave time for him to trek all the way out to visit. Jacob continued to be given smaller assignments all the way up to present day, slowly gaining rank, and is currently a Corporal, which he understands that he will be until he sees major action, but he is content with it.

[b]Secrets:[/b] Jacob collects flowers of all types, and keeps them in an air-tight glass case under his bunk, with some smaller spares in his locker. 

[b]Relations:[/b] N/A