Basic Information
Name: Jett Pendrahan
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Current Residence: Coruscant
Current Occupation: Smuggler, Merc, Bounty Hunter, Spacer, Backstabbing Prick, Liar, and/or Murderer, depending on who's asking.
Affiliation: Republic
Physical Info
Appearance:
Casual Attire:
Battle Attire:
Personal Info
Personality: Jett is a busy bee when it comes to information. Sociable, hyper and easygoing are a few words that come to mind upon first glance, but he tends to use this as a facade as he analyzes everything around him. He's calm, collected and always in thought even if he seems all over the place at times. He tends to seek more logical solutions to problems that don't involve brute force. Jett tries to take reasonable approaches to situations and discussions and tries to see both sides before attempting to resolve them. If you piss him off, it's as if some lit a firecracker beneath his feet, so prepare for a fist fight- or maybe just a vibroblade to the throat.
Connections: No connections besides people he has worked for in the past.
History: Growing up with status and wealth on Coruscant, Jett had everything he could have hoped for as a child. Although after slowly maturing he came to hate wealth and how it consumed his parents entirely. It was no surprise that after his mother and father passed away and he inherited their belongings he gave everything away freely to those who were less fortunate than he was. He promised himself that he would never look back on his past life, convincing himself that true happiness will arise from being independent and forging success from himself. He wanted to sincerely help others and tried volunteering for a few months before totally giving up on it. Coming to the realization that he now had no way to economically support himself, he joined partners with Mako, a childhood friend and learned the smuggling trade. The rush of his first smuggling run acted as a drug that he couldn't get enough of. He eventually split away from his friend after personal difficulties and became a Freelancer- an independent Spacer. As a lone Smuggler he learned his way around weapons and their importance to any Spacer. Years passed and Jett began challenging himself to collect bounties on wanted criminals. After all, they were criminals and someone had to track them down. The thrill and adrenaline that pumped through Jetts veins as he committed to these insane tasks were well worth the danger and risk.
Whether it was planned or not, it was clearly a set up from the start. Was he too blind to see it? The day before his twenty third birthday, he only had one last mission to carry out for his client. They had outfitted him with brand new gear a few days prior to ensure his results. Some type of Prototype Mandalorian armor, is what they claimed it as? It didn't matter, to him it was still just a job he couldn't wait to get over with. As he approached the target warehouse, he called up the Jet Boosters from his helmets HUD and shot directly onto it's roof. He carefully trudged over to a roof access door and slipped inside. As he reached the high rafters of the warehouse he began scanning for his target, analyzing each persons face until he received a matching confirmation. Seven scans later, the target is identified, twenty three year old Gerard Mako, Jetts childhood friend who introduced him into the world of smuggling. With the knowledge of the fact that they would be the same age tomorrow and with the remembrance of their past, Jett backed out.
His client was less than happy with the results. A group of thugs now began to encircle Jett, but he had the upper hand still- he had the prototype armor. He quickly bolted to his former clients side and called out in an attempt to use his helmets voice recognition functionality. "Blade." He stated with a subtle hint of authority. Two discs rotated on back of the armors lower torso and revealed the grips of two Vibrodaggers. He whisked them from behind him and held them to the mans neck, like a butcher preparing to slaughter his livestock. The rest can be read in a lengthy news report anywhere in the Coruscant news archive.
Combat Info
Weaponry:
-Sonic Pistol
-x2 Vibrodaggers
-D-20 Projection-X sniper rifle
-Pop-out Wrist Incapacitators (Stun Gun)
Non-Weapon Technology:
His Helmet is the control center for all of his gadgets and suit functions.
-A rangefinder attached to the helmet.
-Voice recognition to control the suit through verbal commands.
-A dark-casted macrobinocular viewplate with a variety of vision modes.
-A pineal eye sensor on the helmet
-Internal overlay display
-Motion sensors,
-Encrypted internal comlink
-Environmental filter system, with a two hour reserve oxygen tank
-Wrist-Mounted Grappling Hook
Armor: Mandalorian Partial Armor, with leather in between all armoured plates. Reinforced durasteel biceps, triceps, thighs, calves, shins, Achilles armor. Beskar iron crushgaunts, forearm plates, and torso plating.
Standard Abilities: TBA
Force Abilities: None
Special Abilities: TBA
Other Info
Notes: TBA
I'm so sorry I haven't finished this yet! I've been extremely busy than I expected these last few days!!!
