Post by sonofpreacherman on Aug 12, 2014 7:20:34 GMT -5
* Name-
Jarl Dexon
*Real Name- Thale Frost
* Age-
19
* Gender-
Male
* Species
- Human
* Affiliation-
Keeps it to himself (Jedi & Rebel)
* Home-world-
Corellia
* Appearance-
-Height: 6'1"
-Build: average, athletic
-Hair: Brown, short cropped
-Eyes: Hazel
-Skin: Caucasian
* Dress: CorSec uniform when at work, likes to wear plain, casual clothes in earthy colours when off duty.
* Weapons-
Double bladed lightsaber with yellow blades typical of Sentinels (stays hidden in his appartment, along with the last record of his true identity), CorSec standard issue CDEF pistol.
* Bio (short version)-
Jarl Dexon is just your typical run-of-the-mill beat cop stationed in the docks of Green Sector. Fresh out of the academy, Jarl does his best to keep his nose clean, dotting his Is' and crossing his Ts' whilst simply doing his job. A quiet but peaceful young man, Jarl has been known to go out for drinks with his colleagues after work, but rarely drinks himself, joking that someone has to stay sober to get them home.
Thale Frost was a newly minted Jedi Sentinel when order 66 struck, his master catching wind of what was happening when they caught wind of the attacks. Visiting the Jedi temple at the time whilst Thale was undercover at the CorSec accademy. Risking life and limb, Thale's master decided to erase both records of their existence from the Jedi databases before escaping, sending young Thale a coded message telling him to go into hiding. Deciding that the last place they'd look would be right under their noses, Thale fully took on the role of Jarl Dexon, using everything his master taught him about the way of the sentinel investigator to stay deep undercover.
* Sample RP-
Jarl enjoyed walking the beats of Green Dock. There was a serene joy in proceeding down the walk-way, watching folk bustle by on their way to do whatever it is they needed doing. Checking the time on his timepiece, Jarl noticed that it was nearing happy hour at the cantinas, the time when all the workers would hurry in and drink their worries (and pay) away. With a sigh Jarl stood up just a bit straighter as he continued along the path. Being POETS day, soon drinkers would become drunks, drunks will become drunken brawls, and drunken brawls would become another mountain of paperwork for him to fill out in the morning whilst said drunken brawlers sobered up with the usual splitting headaches and blackened eyes. With a resigned sigh, Jarl shook his head out of that train of thought and continued on his way, enjoying the evening while it lasted.
Yourself
Name-
SonOfPreacherMan
Age-
Mid 20's
Years of (RP) experience- 5, mainly pen & paper RPGs.
Character Roster- First character
Jarl Dexon
*Real Name- Thale Frost
* Age-
19
* Gender-
Male
* Species
- Human
* Affiliation-
Keeps it to himself (Jedi & Rebel)
* Home-world-
Corellia
* Appearance-
-Height: 6'1"
-Build: average, athletic
-Hair: Brown, short cropped
-Eyes: Hazel
-Skin: Caucasian
* Dress: CorSec uniform when at work, likes to wear plain, casual clothes in earthy colours when off duty.
* Weapons-
Double bladed lightsaber with yellow blades typical of Sentinels (stays hidden in his appartment, along with the last record of his true identity), CorSec standard issue CDEF pistol.
* Bio (short version)-
Jarl Dexon is just your typical run-of-the-mill beat cop stationed in the docks of Green Sector. Fresh out of the academy, Jarl does his best to keep his nose clean, dotting his Is' and crossing his Ts' whilst simply doing his job. A quiet but peaceful young man, Jarl has been known to go out for drinks with his colleagues after work, but rarely drinks himself, joking that someone has to stay sober to get them home.
Thale Frost was a newly minted Jedi Sentinel when order 66 struck, his master catching wind of what was happening when they caught wind of the attacks. Visiting the Jedi temple at the time whilst Thale was undercover at the CorSec accademy. Risking life and limb, Thale's master decided to erase both records of their existence from the Jedi databases before escaping, sending young Thale a coded message telling him to go into hiding. Deciding that the last place they'd look would be right under their noses, Thale fully took on the role of Jarl Dexon, using everything his master taught him about the way of the sentinel investigator to stay deep undercover.
* Sample RP-
Jarl enjoyed walking the beats of Green Dock. There was a serene joy in proceeding down the walk-way, watching folk bustle by on their way to do whatever it is they needed doing. Checking the time on his timepiece, Jarl noticed that it was nearing happy hour at the cantinas, the time when all the workers would hurry in and drink their worries (and pay) away. With a sigh Jarl stood up just a bit straighter as he continued along the path. Being POETS day, soon drinkers would become drunks, drunks will become drunken brawls, and drunken brawls would become another mountain of paperwork for him to fill out in the morning whilst said drunken brawlers sobered up with the usual splitting headaches and blackened eyes. With a resigned sigh, Jarl shook his head out of that train of thought and continued on his way, enjoying the evening while it lasted.
Yourself
Name-
SonOfPreacherMan
Age-
Mid 20's
Years of (RP) experience- 5, mainly pen & paper RPGs.
Character Roster- First character
