Jacen Novastar
Dark Angel
JACEN NOVASTAR
| Theme | the next screen |
| Aliases | Jacen |
| Class(es) | Criminal |
| Birthplace | Denon [Iseno Sector, Core Worlds] |
| Age | Late Teens |
| Personality Traits | Unpredictable Ambitious Callous |
| Education Traits | Intricate Webweaver |
| Lifestyle Traits | Spacer Trash |
| Rank(s) | Lieutenant |
| Faction(s) | Crimson Dawn |
| Species | Human |
| Languages | Galactic Basic Huttese Binary |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Trained |
| Character Alignment | Chaotic Neutral |
| Height | 6'0" |
| Weight | 190lbs |
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Synopsis
Born to parents who didn't give a damn enough to make sure he was off the streets, Jacen grew up with those same streets as his mother and the gang that took him in as his father. A life of Scum & Villainy was all he knew, and in fact, it was all he could do to survive. Growing up on the poorest end of the economic stratum meant that the odds were stacked far against him to be anything more than the trash he was compared to by those who reigned above in their ivory towers. Perhaps, if circumstances had been different, he wouldn't have grown to hate the world of his birth and envy those who stood at the top.
But life was a cruel mistress; it was a lesson that she taught him over and over again until the pain that came with living had been well-engrained into his mind. That pain grew far deeper than he'd let himself on to believe, festering into a beacon of negativity that brought him into the attention of those who sought out people just like him.
An opportunity presented itself, leaving Jacen with the choice-- or at least the illusion of one. The streets that had raised him, were to be put behind him in exchange for the chance to seize something greater. He learned to harness that growing hatred, and to use it to further his own means, his ambitions. Taking a life became far more meaningless than it did before, and much easier with the newfound powers he now possessed. His benefactors were pleased with the outcome of their benevolence, their intention being to use the now-adolescent as a tool for their own means.
Their hubris was their downfall.
He brought nothing but unequivocal death to those who took him in, trained him, and sought to make him a puppet to conspiracies that did not align with what he wanted in life.
Those same towers he once looked upon in the sky, he would now seize with his own two hands. Jacen would have it all, and nobody would stop him from grasping the stars in the sky if that was truly what he wished. He emerged from the trail of death and destruction to once more enter the underworld of his home, only to find that the world of Denon seemed small in comparison to the riches that awaited him elsewhere in the Core.
And so he took off, abandoning the world that once claimed him, to seek his destiny amongst the stars.
'A man who never loves gives no hostage to fortune'
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SMOOTH CRIMINAL 
EXCELLENT PILOT 
TELEKINESIS 
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