Gear: Longsword, a few pieces of metal armor (helmet, knee guard, etc.)
Skills: A surprising amount of dedication, minor experience with a sword (compared to a civilian), and adept horsemanship.
Likes: Exploration, praise (if deserved), horse riding, and his teachers/father-figures.
Dislikes: Travelling on water, praise (if undeserved), any form of transportation that isn't horse riding (aside from on-foot), and the mistreatment of the unfortunate.
Goals: To learn more about the world. To discover his place and role in the world. To make a name for himself through his own deeds. To live up to the image of 'a true knight.' To return to his father as a proud man and pay off their debts.
Personality: Dedication is the greatest word to describe this youth. While horrified of the many horrors that could wipe his existence off the face of the planet, inside his small body contains a large heart. Some say it could be described as fool-hardy, while others note it as been endearing. A smile is usually plastered on his face, but the time of studying and learning makes him appear cold - clearly a focused individual.
Biography: In the far east, to the north, a small hamlet rested in the green fields. There, Aiden was born - unfortunately, his mother died during childbirth, leaving him with only his father to take care of him. As the son of a blacksmith, he was fated to learn his father's trade and follow in his footsteps. For much of his youth, he played with the other young boys of his homestead, and assisted his father around the forge with his craft. Despite much of his helping-hand, he never cared to learn, and found himself unable to pick up the skills for it. It seemed that he would never grow up to become successful. As if this fate wasn't bad enough, their life was soon completely changed.
Bandits, in their raiding frenzy, sacked his home. While both father and son were lucky enough to escape, his elder's wrist had been broken beyond normal function in defense of his son, even through medical care. Fleeing to a nearby city with the rest of the refugees, he attempted to establish another blacksmith shop. He found that his work was too difficult, even with Aiden's help, and the two quickly descended into poverty. Unable to pay taxes to keep his store running, it was soon shut down. Eventually, the landlord came for them. Instead of evicting the two, he decided to put the old man to work to pay off his debts - work that would not pay enough for his freedom. While his father became accepting of his downtrodden fate, Aiden resisted.
Watching soldiers had given him an ambition. The life of an adventurer, a warrior, or explorer was a hidden desire, even to him. To boot, there was always the opportunity to gain vast amounts of treasure and work to take care of problems 'normal' folk could not. With a heartfelt goodbye, Aiden found himself setting off into the world, blessed by his father with a few scraps of armor and a sword that had been kept after the forge closed down. From there on, Aiden knew what he wanted...to become a knight. To prevent the horrors that befell his peaceful home. To become the best that Aiden could be.
Gear: Longsword, a few pieces of metal armor (helmet, knee guard, etc.)
Skills: A surprising amount of dedication, minor experience with a sword (compared to a civilian), and adept horsemanship.
Likes: Exploration, praise (if deserved), horse riding, and his teachers/father-figures.
Dislikes: Travelling on water, praise (if undeserved), any form of transportation that isn't horse riding (aside from on-foot), and the mistreatment of the unfortunate.
Goals: To learn more about the world. To discover his place and role in the world. To make a name for himself through his own deeds. To live up to the image of 'a true knight.' To return to his father as a proud man and pay off their debts.
Personality: Dedication is the greatest word to describe this youth. While horrified of the many horrors that could wipe his existence off the face of the planet, inside his small body contains a large heart. Some say it could be described as fool-hardy, while others note it as been endearing. A smile is usually plastered on his face, but the time of studying and learning makes him appear cold - clearly a focused individual.
Biography: In the far east, to the north, a small hamlet rested in the green fields. There, Aiden was born - unfortunately, his mother died during childbirth, leaving him with only his father to take care of him. As the son of a blacksmith, he was fated to learn his father's trade and follow in his footsteps. For much of his youth, he played with the other young boys of his homestead, and assisted his father around the forge with his craft. Despite much of his helping-hand, he never cared to learn, and found himself unable to pick up the skills for it. It seemed that he would never grow up to become successful. As if this fate wasn't bad enough, their life was soon completely changed.
Bandits, in their raiding frenzy, sacked his home. While both father and son were lucky enough to escape, his elder's wrist had been broken beyond normal function in defense of his son, even through medical care. Fleeing to a nearby city with the rest of the refugees, he attempted to establish another blacksmith shop. He found that his work was too difficult, even with Aiden's help, and the two quickly descended into poverty. Unable to pay taxes to keep his store running, it was soon shut down. Eventually, the landlord came for them. Instead of evicting the two, he decided to put the old man to work to pay off his debts - work that would not pay enough for his freedom. While his father became accepting of his downtrodden fate, Aiden resisted.
Watching soldiers had given him an ambition. The life of an adventurer, a warrior, or explorer was a hidden desire, even to him. To boot, there was always the opportunity to gain vast amounts of treasure and work to take care of problems 'normal' folk could not. With a heartfelt goodbye, Aiden found himself setting off into the world, blessed by his father with a few scraps of armor and a sword that had been kept after the forge closed down. From there on, Aiden knew what he wanted...to become a knight. To prevent the horrors that befell his peaceful home. To become the best that Aiden could be.
Gaelden pressed a few buttons as he began to enter the atmosphere of Jedha. He flicked on a switch and an alien voice could be heard. Although it was something entirely like gibberish, Gaelden understood it completely. He had a run in with this man before, as Jedha was one of the best places to sell artifacts that had a bit of mystical, Force magic to them. "Yeah, I've got another haul today. I'll be sure to give you five percent to pay for my ship's occupation." The voice seemed a little upset, as if accusing him of something in the past. "I just didn't sell that much last time. It'll be better this time." The voice was silent, until it spoke up once more. "Yeah, you take care too. Thanks again." With that, the ship landed in a small, secluded area. As soon as it had touched the ground and the engines were beginning to die, mechanics quickly ran over to inspect and take care of the beauty. He walked out of his ship, his holster on his waist and sleeves pulled up. He looked down at his blaster licence and gave a small nod of approval, before placing it in his pocket, and moving on. "Make sure she has enough fuel!" He called out to the mechanics before making his way into the Holy City.
Jedha was always a strange place to him. Priests and monks of all shapes and sizes wandered the streets, as they always had. It was because of that damn Temple of the Kyber that so many people followed the Church of the Force. The Force was a troublesome thing, only there to bring about some kind of pain to the galaxy and it's inhabitants - at least, that's what Gaelden thought. Due to how crowded the city was, Gaelden didn't have any problems shoving past a few of the 'faithful.' Unfortunately, his rude behavior made him suspicious in the eyes of an Imperial Patrol, and he was called out. "You there! Halt!" He turned to face the trooper almost immediately and gave him a small nod of acknowledgment.
"Good afternoon; what can I help you with?" Gaelden said, his hands in his pockets.
"Show us some identification - and your licence for that blaster." The menacing white figure commanded without any sign of sympathy.
"Right away....here you are." He handed the trooper the licence and his identification. For his occupation, he was stated as being 'self-employed.'
"What do you do, civilian?" The trooper demanded, his eyes never leaving the cards. Of course, it wasn't ever as easy as that to tell from behind the mask.
"I mostly just collect scrap parts and help out with some repairs. I was born on Ord Mantell - my father was a retired Naval Officer for the Republic and my mom was a mechanic. I help her around when I can with fixing things, but I just started my own business a few planets away. I heard from one of my customers about this place and I just had to see it for myself. See, I don't get to go around that often for my own private time, and I just love to sight see. I think I've only been to around five planets before. This one would have to be my sixth and it just beats the hell out of some of the others. I think I'd like to go and stop by Coruscant some time though, because I heard tha-"
"Shut up, you. Here - take your identification and licence and go about your business." The trooper frustratingly handed his cards over to him, but they had dropped to the ground, as he had immediately let go and signaled his patrol to follow him.
Gaelden wiped his mouth and the slightest grin escaped the corner of his mouth. He may not have been that smart, but he sure as hell was experienced. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was getting out of a situation by running his mouth. He knelt down, picked up this things, and continued on his way until he reached the temple. He took a few steps up and stood at the entrance. He didn't want to walk in - he hated these types of places. However, business was business. So he walked in, albeit slowly, and called out.
I'll post in a little bit. Not sure how I'm gonna do it, but because it's Jedha, I'm sure some people will want to buy Forcey things. Under the table, that is.
@Skelm I've always tended to play Force Sensitives, but not necessarily Force Users. If not, then I always make an Imperial trooper. I just like having FS characters in the possibility if that I really want to, I can make them a Jedi or Sith or what-not in the future.