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<b>Jecht Tar</b> is the son <b>Jerald Tar</b> and <b>Ferina Dubya</b>, immigrants from the planet [[Bakura]] who moved to the planet of [[Ord Mantell]]. Jecht was like any other child. Hyper, wild, and imaginary. In fact he could be found on most days of his childhood staring out into space, off in his own imaginary world. Things were so much nicer in his imaginary world, so he went there often. He was a carefree child, for the most part, and was never one to cause problems, for his parents or for others. His mother died during the P12 outbreak in their town. The virus was very deadly and killed quickly. Scientists never got a chance to examine the virus as it came and went so quickly and left no evidence of it ever existing. When his mother died <b>Jecht</b>'s imaginary world shattered, causing him to have to deal with the real world and the pain the loss of his mother brought. His father was destroyed emotionally, slipping into depression and madness which lasted till the day he died several years later. On his own <b>Jecht</b> had thrown out into the streets and forced to deal with a world far more cruel then he imagined. There was only one means for his survival: crime. He stole what he could, working with other street urchins to pull off larger thefts. As he grew older, though, stealing was not always enough. When you stole something chances are another thief is going to attempt to steal it from you. Violence was the means of preserving one's belongings, and it was not long before <b>Jecht</b> was forced to use it to defend himself and his new property. And just like that <b>Jecht</b> became a murderer. Murder never became <b>Jecht</b>'s game. Stealing is what he was good at, so he kept that up, moving slowly up to bigger thefts until he was the greatest in his town. He grew a reputation for not only being a master thief capable of stealing anything, but also of being virtually uncatchable. Of course that was not entirely true. He had been caught many times as a child, but since then he had yet to be caught, by his terms. True a few times he was captured, but he always broke free of his captors grasps or escape from whatever prison cell they tossed him in. Stealing became a game for <b>Jecht</b>, as he would often steal something difficult and then return it afterwards. | <b>Jecht Tar</b> is the son <b>Jerald Tar</b> and <b>Ferina Dubya</b>, immigrants from the planet [[Bakura]] who moved to the planet of [[Ord Mantell]]. Jecht was like any other child. Hyper, wild, and imaginary. In fact he could be found on most days of his childhood staring out into space, off in his own imaginary world. Things were so much nicer in his imaginary world, so he went there often. He was a carefree child, for the most part, and was never one to cause problems, for his parents or for others. His mother died during the P12 outbreak in their town. The virus was very deadly and killed quickly. Scientists never got a chance to examine the virus as it came and went so quickly and left no evidence of it ever existing. When his mother died <b>Jecht</b>'s imaginary world shattered, causing him to have to deal with the real world and the pain the loss of his mother brought. His father was destroyed emotionally, slipping into depression and madness which lasted till the day he died several years later. On his own <b>Jecht</b> had thrown out into the streets and forced to deal with a world far more cruel then he imagined. There was only one means for his survival: crime. He stole what he could, working with other street urchins to pull off larger thefts. As he grew older, though, stealing was not always enough. When you stole something chances are another thief is going to attempt to steal it from you. Violence was the means of preserving one's belongings, and it was not long before <b>Jecht</b> was forced to use it to defend himself and his new property. And just like that <b>Jecht</b> became a murderer. Murder never became <b>Jecht</b>'s game. Stealing is what he was good at, so he kept that up, moving slowly up to bigger thefts until he was the greatest in his town. He grew a reputation for not only being a master thief capable of stealing anything, but also of being virtually uncatchable. Of course that was not entirely true. He had been caught many times as a child, but since then he had yet to be caught, by his terms. True a few times he was captured, but he always broke free of his captors grasps or escape from whatever prison cell they tossed him in. Stealing became a game for <b>Jecht</b>, as he would often steal something difficult and then return it afterwards. | ||
| − | Eventually he grew bored of his city. There was only so many things to steal. So he moved on to other cities, pillaging them and spending his coin on drink, food, and pleasurable company until he was sick of each and every town. There was not a city on [[Ord Mantell]] that had not had something stolen by <b>Jecht</b>. He had nowhere else to pillage, so he went on to the next level. He traveled the galaxy abroad for a year, searching for something: a ship for himself. Using his stolen credits he purchases an old | + | Eventually he grew bored of his city. There was only so many things to steal. So he moved on to other cities, pillaging them and spending his coin on drink, food, and pleasurable company until he was sick of each and every town. There was not a city on [[Ord Mantell]] that had not had something stolen by <b>Jecht</b>. He had nowhere else to pillage, so he went on to the next level. He traveled the galaxy abroad for a year, searching for something: a ship for himself. Using his stolen credits he purchases an old decommissioned Stealth Prowler vessel, which he named ''Shadowblade''. A large portion was then put towards upgrading his ship, thickening the hull platting and installing many expensive, not to mention illegal, stealth components into his ship. Now the ''Shadowblade'' was virtually invisible, both to the eye and to scanner. With that ship he began his life as a space pirate. No ship near the outer-rim border was safe from his silent vessel. He rarely killed anyone, preferring to simply take expensive personal items and valuable cargo and leave as quickly as possible. Complaints of his actions were taken to the Sovereign Galactic [[Empire]], but those sent out to capture Jecht either did not find him, or where destroyed by him. |
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| + | Eventually he wished to expand his scopes and began hiring on like minded individuals and soon he constructed a small pirate armada with which he pillaged the outer-rim planets relentlessly. The Imperial Navy caught wind of his actions and decided to put a stop to him once and for all. They began fake invasion of Ord Mantell, [b]Jecht[/b]'s homeplanet, to lure the man out of hiding. It worked. The pirate armada appeared over Onderon to meet the Imperial forces to defend Ord Mantell. The Imperial Navy was far stronger, but the pirates still put up a valiant fight before, one by one, succumbing to laser fire. The Shadowblade, [b]Jecht[/b]'s stealth prowler, was heavily damaged, but not destroyed. He managed to evade capture and escape Ord Mantell's orbit and his Imperial pursuers. His flight took him to Hutt space, where he scratched out a modest living working for the Hutt crimelords as a thug, enforcer, and occasional assassin. This did not agree with him at all, and after several years of it he left Hutt space and returned to the space ways with his now repaired Stealth Prowler. | ||
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| + | He returned to his pirate ways, but was quickly put down by the Imperial Navy again. Once again his ship was heavily damaged and he was forced to flee for his life, this time with a random lightspeed jump that took him into the orbit of the planet [[Onderon]]. The Shadowblade crashed into the surface of the planet, and Jecht was heavily injured. He managed to treat his injuries and survive in the wilds of Onderon for a time before locating and infiltrating the city of Iziz. Masquerading as a Onderon native, he joined the only profession that he had any experience in, war. The Onderon Military never asked twice about his existence, and he fit easily into the ranks of the military. His good physical condition and skill with a blade thrust him through the ranks quite quickly, and he was soon a member of the elite Beast Riders. He was put in charge of the land division of the Beast Riders opposite Commander Tu'tracka of the air forces. | ||
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| + | Two years later Tu'tracka retired and <b>Jecht</b> took his position as commander of the Beast Rider Division. He would remain there for another year before he was transfered out of the Beast Riders and into the Royal Guard. He never found out who was responsible for his transfer. It was most likely one of the rear generals or the General himself. <b>Jecht</b> preferred to believe that it was one of the royal family that had organized his transfer, it helped him sleep better at night. He took to his new position like a wookie to the jungle. His rapidly rising career stopped then and there. It was much harder to move up through the ranks of the Royal Guard then it was in the Military. He found himself half way up the line and the officers above him were in no position to promote him further or suddenly die off in the night. Their reason for not promotion him was his lack of determination. He acted like everything was a easy or a joke, mostly it just made others uneasy. Despite his joking mannerism towards everything, when disaster loomed <b>Jecht</b> was as serious as stone and as deadly as any wookie. There were no better fighters in the Royal Guard, not that any of them would admit it. | ||
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| + | Not long after his career as a Royal Guard began, the current head of the guard died off, old age as it is. Many candidates were looked over, but the most qualifying guardsmen were old and ready to kick off at any moment. So, a younger candidate was chosen instead. <b>Jecht</b> took his new position quickly and began organizing the Royal Guard into something truly legendary. | ||
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Latest revision as of 21:15, 16 July 2007
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In Character
Jecht Tar is the criminal mastermind and pirate turned Royal Guardsman. His current position as the Captain of Onderon's Royal Guards puts him in charge of the security of the Royal Palace and the safety of the Royal Family. Jecht is a dark figure of a man, with dark tanned skin and dark hair. His bright blue eyes are the only things not dark about him, which causes them to stand out against his dark skin. Scraggly haired and bearded, Jecht looks more like a pirate then a Guardsman. Perhaps there is something behind that.
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| Name: | Jecht Tar |
| Age: | Thirty-Six |
| Birthplace: | Ord Mantell |
| Species: | Human |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Force Sensitive: | No |
| Rank: | None |
| Master: | None |
| Apprentices: | None |
| Height: | 5' 11" |
| Weight: | 237lbs |
| Gender: | Male |
| Hair: | Black |
| Eyes: | Blue |
| Parents | |
| Father: | Jerald Tar |
| Mother: | Ferina Dubya |
| Siblings | |
| Sister: | None |
| Brother: | None |
| Ships | |
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| Droids | |
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Post-Reset
Jecht Tar is the son Jerald Tar and Ferina Dubya, immigrants from the planet Bakura who moved to the planet of Ord Mantell. Jecht was like any other child. Hyper, wild, and imaginary. In fact he could be found on most days of his childhood staring out into space, off in his own imaginary world. Things were so much nicer in his imaginary world, so he went there often. He was a carefree child, for the most part, and was never one to cause problems, for his parents or for others. His mother died during the P12 outbreak in their town. The virus was very deadly and killed quickly. Scientists never got a chance to examine the virus as it came and went so quickly and left no evidence of it ever existing. When his mother died Jecht's imaginary world shattered, causing him to have to deal with the real world and the pain the loss of his mother brought. His father was destroyed emotionally, slipping into depression and madness which lasted till the day he died several years later. On his own Jecht had thrown out into the streets and forced to deal with a world far more cruel then he imagined. There was only one means for his survival: crime. He stole what he could, working with other street urchins to pull off larger thefts. As he grew older, though, stealing was not always enough. When you stole something chances are another thief is going to attempt to steal it from you. Violence was the means of preserving one's belongings, and it was not long before Jecht was forced to use it to defend himself and his new property. And just like that Jecht became a murderer. Murder never became Jecht's game. Stealing is what he was good at, so he kept that up, moving slowly up to bigger thefts until he was the greatest in his town. He grew a reputation for not only being a master thief capable of stealing anything, but also of being virtually uncatchable. Of course that was not entirely true. He had been caught many times as a child, but since then he had yet to be caught, by his terms. True a few times he was captured, but he always broke free of his captors grasps or escape from whatever prison cell they tossed him in. Stealing became a game for Jecht, as he would often steal something difficult and then return it afterwards.
Eventually he grew bored of his city. There was only so many things to steal. So he moved on to other cities, pillaging them and spending his coin on drink, food, and pleasurable company until he was sick of each and every town. There was not a city on Ord Mantell that had not had something stolen by Jecht. He had nowhere else to pillage, so he went on to the next level. He traveled the galaxy abroad for a year, searching for something: a ship for himself. Using his stolen credits he purchases an old decommissioned Stealth Prowler vessel, which he named Shadowblade. A large portion was then put towards upgrading his ship, thickening the hull platting and installing many expensive, not to mention illegal, stealth components into his ship. Now the Shadowblade was virtually invisible, both to the eye and to scanner. With that ship he began his life as a space pirate. No ship near the outer-rim border was safe from his silent vessel. He rarely killed anyone, preferring to simply take expensive personal items and valuable cargo and leave as quickly as possible. Complaints of his actions were taken to the Sovereign Galactic Empire, but those sent out to capture Jecht either did not find him, or where destroyed by him.
Eventually he wished to expand his scopes and began hiring on like minded individuals and soon he constructed a small pirate armada with which he pillaged the outer-rim planets relentlessly. The Imperial Navy caught wind of his actions and decided to put a stop to him once and for all. They began fake invasion of Ord Mantell, [b]Jecht[/b]'s homeplanet, to lure the man out of hiding. It worked. The pirate armada appeared over Onderon to meet the Imperial forces to defend Ord Mantell. The Imperial Navy was far stronger, but the pirates still put up a valiant fight before, one by one, succumbing to laser fire. The Shadowblade, [b]Jecht[/b]'s stealth prowler, was heavily damaged, but not destroyed. He managed to evade capture and escape Ord Mantell's orbit and his Imperial pursuers. His flight took him to Hutt space, where he scratched out a modest living working for the Hutt crimelords as a thug, enforcer, and occasional assassin. This did not agree with him at all, and after several years of it he left Hutt space and returned to the space ways with his now repaired Stealth Prowler.
He returned to his pirate ways, but was quickly put down by the Imperial Navy again. Once again his ship was heavily damaged and he was forced to flee for his life, this time with a random lightspeed jump that took him into the orbit of the planet Onderon. The Shadowblade crashed into the surface of the planet, and Jecht was heavily injured. He managed to treat his injuries and survive in the wilds of Onderon for a time before locating and infiltrating the city of Iziz. Masquerading as a Onderon native, he joined the only profession that he had any experience in, war. The Onderon Military never asked twice about his existence, and he fit easily into the ranks of the military. His good physical condition and skill with a blade thrust him through the ranks quite quickly, and he was soon a member of the elite Beast Riders. He was put in charge of the land division of the Beast Riders opposite Commander Tu'tracka of the air forces.
Two years later Tu'tracka retired and Jecht took his position as commander of the Beast Rider Division. He would remain there for another year before he was transfered out of the Beast Riders and into the Royal Guard. He never found out who was responsible for his transfer. It was most likely one of the rear generals or the General himself. Jecht preferred to believe that it was one of the royal family that had organized his transfer, it helped him sleep better at night. He took to his new position like a wookie to the jungle. His rapidly rising career stopped then and there. It was much harder to move up through the ranks of the Royal Guard then it was in the Military. He found himself half way up the line and the officers above him were in no position to promote him further or suddenly die off in the night. Their reason for not promotion him was his lack of determination. He acted like everything was a easy or a joke, mostly it just made others uneasy. Despite his joking mannerism towards everything, when disaster loomed Jecht was as serious as stone and as deadly as any wookie. There were no better fighters in the Royal Guard, not that any of them would admit it.
Not long after his career as a Royal Guard began, the current head of the guard died off, old age as it is. Many candidates were looked over, but the most qualifying guardsmen were old and ready to kick off at any moment. So, a younger candidate was chosen instead. Jecht took his new position quickly and began organizing the Royal Guard into something truly legendary.
Expanded History
Pre-Reset
The Character Jecht Tar does not appear in this timeline.
Out Of Character
See Zereth Lancer
