Number 62
Jun 9th, 2005, 04:49:26 AM
Name: 62
Hair: White
eyes: green
He
Age: In his late forties, he isn't sure of his true age
Birthplace: unknown
Parents: unknown
weapons:
2 Blue bladed sabers
History/Story: (not really short...but it works)
The start of his life is still unknown to him, but his first memory he ever had was waking on the lower levels of Corascant having no memory of his life before that instant, and being marked by the numbers 62 upon the back of his neck. He wondered looking for any scrap of his old life but none was ever found. After a short time of confusion and fear of all the things he didn't know about his self he found his self at the Jedi Order hoping they could help him to find out who he truly was.
Though they couldn't help him find his past they gave him the chance for a better future. They took him into the order and gave him to a Jedi Knight by the name of Nash to be trained in the ways of the force. Nash a well-known and admired knight opened up a whole new world to the young 62 and showed him the beauty of the force, which 62 gave his self to completely. After much training it was clear that 62 was a gifted force user and a quick study. He excelled in the use of force speed and moving objects with the force, along with saber work and unarmed combat which were two things that seemed natural too him, as if it was something he already new. With the help of his master he was quickly becoming a skilled Jedi and was showing allot of potential, until the day that changed his life.
One day while training in his room, moving objects and trying to take his power to the next level, he got a glimpse of his past. It didn't make any since and images he saw were new to him, but for some reason he knew it was his past trying to escape from the darkness of his memory. These visions confused him more then ever and haunted him for a week until he pack his things and left, not knowing if he would ever return. All he knew was if he ever wished to learn his past he would have to leave the academy and hunt down the secrets of his memory. So he left.
He traveled the Galaxy following the only led he had, the mark, no the curse of the numbers 62 on his neck. After many dead Leeds and many questionable packs with the devils of the universe he gave up all hope of finding his past through natural means. Instead he went into seclusion on a planet in the outer reaches of space. There he gave his life to only one thing, the force and trying to bring back the memory that had haunted him for the last 3 years. Though he never achieved his goal he did increase his skills far beyond what he had before, and after 2 more years he gave up and returned to the order to further his training in the arts of the Jedi.
After he returned he found that Nash, his Master, had fallen, but in what since he wasn't truly sure, so instead he was set as the apprentice to a female jedi master of the name of Xazor. She showed him everything he never learned from Nash, how to heal, how to confuse the weak minded with untrue images and more importantly how to see through these images. In the short time he was her apprentice she showed him more about the force then he had ever learned on his own and his skills increased even more. Maybe even past a common Jedi Knight. He was brought in front of the great Jedi council but was denied his rightful title of knight. They could sense the fear and confusion that was still in his heart about his past.
This didn't make him angry, because to a point he already knew it wasn't to be at this stage in his life. He couldn't go further until he set his past to rest, so again he left the GJO on a quest to relight the darkness in his memory.
He spent a year making contacts and draining the ones he already had to find anything out about his self, which again didn't bring any luck so he went back into seclusion. He left everything behind and went back to the planet he once called home in his last journey to again devote his self to learning everything about the force.
After a while he felt the strangest feeling through the force, pain, but little did he know it was the fall of the jedi order, he put it out of his mind and focused on training. This is where he stayed for 10 years, living off the land and not keeping any contact with the outside world. Alone he trained in the force and tried to keep his saber and unarmed combat skills as sharp as he could. The training was hard and every day he stepped up the training program, once or twice he brought his self the brink of death. Though his powers increased beyond anything he could of ever dream of it came with a great price.
One day after training in an area away from his house he felt a presence he hadn't felt in a while, the presences of other humans. This truly was not expected because not only could he feel the fact he had company but he could feel how many people was there and the sense was so strong it was almost like he could see them through the force.
He approached his home that was being ransacked by the unknown men in white suits. He wasn't mad, he wasn't afraid, he didn't really have feelings about it. He saw one at the door and could feel that 3 more inside his home. The man in white quickly saw him and pulled up his weapon and said "Halt, you are under arrest"
62 continues to walk toward him and instead of talking 62 just sent a message through the force saying, "What do you wish of me?"
Which surprised the man in white. Trembling he fired his weapon at 62. With unhuman speed he ignited his saber and deflected the shot and charged at the man cutting him in half. Moments later he did the same to the other 3 inside his home.
After this he knew it wouldn't be save on the planet he loved, so he took his ship and left to find out how the galaxy had changed. Though most of his contacts had died or were shut down after all this time he found one or two that were still in business. They told him of the fall of the GJO and the death of all of the Jedi’s, which explained the pain he had been feeling for all these years and why the men in white attack his home.
He couldn't believe how everything had changed and that after all these years of being along he would have to go back into hiding and being alone for the rest of his life. Though his contact set him up in a small town where know one would ever guess what he was or why he was there. This is where he stayed for 12 years training in secret not letting anyone know who he really was. Going by the name Eric Smith.
A man in his late forties, though he doesn't look a day past 38, he sat waiting for the day he could truly come out of hiding. He stayed open to the force keeping his self-open to feel the dark side and to feel the small few of his brethren that are still alive. Until the day he decided he had to take a more direct action by finding a few of his fellow jedi and more importantly maybe putting a much needed close to his past.
He now travels, always on the run and always hiding from his enemies, looking for those that need him and looking for the answers to the questions he has always asked.
(will be updated........maybe)
Hair: White
eyes: green
He
Age: In his late forties, he isn't sure of his true age
Birthplace: unknown
Parents: unknown
weapons:
2 Blue bladed sabers
History/Story: (not really short...but it works)
The start of his life is still unknown to him, but his first memory he ever had was waking on the lower levels of Corascant having no memory of his life before that instant, and being marked by the numbers 62 upon the back of his neck. He wondered looking for any scrap of his old life but none was ever found. After a short time of confusion and fear of all the things he didn't know about his self he found his self at the Jedi Order hoping they could help him to find out who he truly was.
Though they couldn't help him find his past they gave him the chance for a better future. They took him into the order and gave him to a Jedi Knight by the name of Nash to be trained in the ways of the force. Nash a well-known and admired knight opened up a whole new world to the young 62 and showed him the beauty of the force, which 62 gave his self to completely. After much training it was clear that 62 was a gifted force user and a quick study. He excelled in the use of force speed and moving objects with the force, along with saber work and unarmed combat which were two things that seemed natural too him, as if it was something he already new. With the help of his master he was quickly becoming a skilled Jedi and was showing allot of potential, until the day that changed his life.
One day while training in his room, moving objects and trying to take his power to the next level, he got a glimpse of his past. It didn't make any since and images he saw were new to him, but for some reason he knew it was his past trying to escape from the darkness of his memory. These visions confused him more then ever and haunted him for a week until he pack his things and left, not knowing if he would ever return. All he knew was if he ever wished to learn his past he would have to leave the academy and hunt down the secrets of his memory. So he left.
He traveled the Galaxy following the only led he had, the mark, no the curse of the numbers 62 on his neck. After many dead Leeds and many questionable packs with the devils of the universe he gave up all hope of finding his past through natural means. Instead he went into seclusion on a planet in the outer reaches of space. There he gave his life to only one thing, the force and trying to bring back the memory that had haunted him for the last 3 years. Though he never achieved his goal he did increase his skills far beyond what he had before, and after 2 more years he gave up and returned to the order to further his training in the arts of the Jedi.
After he returned he found that Nash, his Master, had fallen, but in what since he wasn't truly sure, so instead he was set as the apprentice to a female jedi master of the name of Xazor. She showed him everything he never learned from Nash, how to heal, how to confuse the weak minded with untrue images and more importantly how to see through these images. In the short time he was her apprentice she showed him more about the force then he had ever learned on his own and his skills increased even more. Maybe even past a common Jedi Knight. He was brought in front of the great Jedi council but was denied his rightful title of knight. They could sense the fear and confusion that was still in his heart about his past.
This didn't make him angry, because to a point he already knew it wasn't to be at this stage in his life. He couldn't go further until he set his past to rest, so again he left the GJO on a quest to relight the darkness in his memory.
He spent a year making contacts and draining the ones he already had to find anything out about his self, which again didn't bring any luck so he went back into seclusion. He left everything behind and went back to the planet he once called home in his last journey to again devote his self to learning everything about the force.
After a while he felt the strangest feeling through the force, pain, but little did he know it was the fall of the jedi order, he put it out of his mind and focused on training. This is where he stayed for 10 years, living off the land and not keeping any contact with the outside world. Alone he trained in the force and tried to keep his saber and unarmed combat skills as sharp as he could. The training was hard and every day he stepped up the training program, once or twice he brought his self the brink of death. Though his powers increased beyond anything he could of ever dream of it came with a great price.
One day after training in an area away from his house he felt a presence he hadn't felt in a while, the presences of other humans. This truly was not expected because not only could he feel the fact he had company but he could feel how many people was there and the sense was so strong it was almost like he could see them through the force.
He approached his home that was being ransacked by the unknown men in white suits. He wasn't mad, he wasn't afraid, he didn't really have feelings about it. He saw one at the door and could feel that 3 more inside his home. The man in white quickly saw him and pulled up his weapon and said "Halt, you are under arrest"
62 continues to walk toward him and instead of talking 62 just sent a message through the force saying, "What do you wish of me?"
Which surprised the man in white. Trembling he fired his weapon at 62. With unhuman speed he ignited his saber and deflected the shot and charged at the man cutting him in half. Moments later he did the same to the other 3 inside his home.
After this he knew it wouldn't be save on the planet he loved, so he took his ship and left to find out how the galaxy had changed. Though most of his contacts had died or were shut down after all this time he found one or two that were still in business. They told him of the fall of the GJO and the death of all of the Jedi’s, which explained the pain he had been feeling for all these years and why the men in white attack his home.
He couldn't believe how everything had changed and that after all these years of being along he would have to go back into hiding and being alone for the rest of his life. Though his contact set him up in a small town where know one would ever guess what he was or why he was there. This is where he stayed for 12 years training in secret not letting anyone know who he really was. Going by the name Eric Smith.
A man in his late forties, though he doesn't look a day past 38, he sat waiting for the day he could truly come out of hiding. He stayed open to the force keeping his self-open to feel the dark side and to feel the small few of his brethren that are still alive. Until the day he decided he had to take a more direct action by finding a few of his fellow jedi and more importantly maybe putting a much needed close to his past.
He now travels, always on the run and always hiding from his enemies, looking for those that need him and looking for the answers to the questions he has always asked.
(will be updated........maybe)