Post by Jacen Solo on Nov 15, 2009 15:10:33 GMT -5
Name: Jacen Valkion
Affiliation: Sith
Age: 16.
Parents: Original Parents:Dead. Adoptive son of Anakin and Ywalme Skywalker
Place of Birth: Tatooine
Height: 6'2"
Weapons: Red Lightsaber
My name is Jacen Valkion and i was born on Tatooine where I lived as a worker with my father and mother. Both my parents were gifted with the Force, but rarely used the Force. During my time alone, when work was over, I practiced, levitating objects and using the Force as my personal tool. One day as i was coming back from work I witnessed my town being bombard from the sky by a fleet that just moments arrived while i was gone. I quickly ran towards my house hoping my parents were okay and safe. As I ran i saw people being taken by storm troopers and being killed in front of other family members. Was this a genocidal campaign, I thought as i arrived to the front of my house only to be pushed by the door as a group of four storm troopers exited with my mother, but where was my father. I had to believe he was dead since i never saw him after that nor my mother. I got to my feet and decided to make a run for it. It was either to stay and die, or seek out help. My feet were weak from work so my speed was slow, this was an advantage to a lone storm trooper, who took me from the hand and walked me to one of the ships that had landed awhile ago. There I meet Skywalker, the man who ordered the execution of everyone in my town and the person who ordered his followers to kill my parents. He spared my life. Out of all the people in that town my life was spared, should i have been proud or angered? I was 10 back then, no education of right or wrong. Now i carry the burden of being the adoptive son of the person who killed everything i had.
Affiliation: Sith
Age: 16.
Parents: Original Parents:Dead. Adoptive son of Anakin and Ywalme Skywalker
Place of Birth: Tatooine
Height: 6'2"
Weapons: Red Lightsaber
My name is Jacen Valkion and i was born on Tatooine where I lived as a worker with my father and mother. Both my parents were gifted with the Force, but rarely used the Force. During my time alone, when work was over, I practiced, levitating objects and using the Force as my personal tool. One day as i was coming back from work I witnessed my town being bombard from the sky by a fleet that just moments arrived while i was gone. I quickly ran towards my house hoping my parents were okay and safe. As I ran i saw people being taken by storm troopers and being killed in front of other family members. Was this a genocidal campaign, I thought as i arrived to the front of my house only to be pushed by the door as a group of four storm troopers exited with my mother, but where was my father. I had to believe he was dead since i never saw him after that nor my mother. I got to my feet and decided to make a run for it. It was either to stay and die, or seek out help. My feet were weak from work so my speed was slow, this was an advantage to a lone storm trooper, who took me from the hand and walked me to one of the ships that had landed awhile ago. There I meet Skywalker, the man who ordered the execution of everyone in my town and the person who ordered his followers to kill my parents. He spared my life. Out of all the people in that town my life was spared, should i have been proud or angered? I was 10 back then, no education of right or wrong. Now i carry the burden of being the adoptive son of the person who killed everything i had.
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)checking the site..realizing no one's here and leaves