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Jekadius “Law” Lawson
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NAME: Jekadius “Law” Lawson
FACTION: New Imperial Order
RANK: Imperial Knight Errant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 210
EYES: Green
HAIR: Bald (Brown)
SKIN: Slightly Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Middling
Goals: To obtain the rank of Imperial Knight and join The Quaestor's Comissariat
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
Appearance
NAME: Jekadius “Law” Lawson
FACTION: New Imperial Order
RANK: Imperial Knight Errant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 210
EYES: Green
HAIR: Bald (Brown)
SKIN: Slightly Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Middling
-Strengths:
Loyalty: Law is determined in his belief that the New Imperial Order has a chance to bring true order to the galaxy. Due to this he has full faith in the government and those it claims as agents he causes little strife when decisions are made.
Calm: When issues do not intersect the rules of his society Law finds himself emotionally removed, able to make clearer judgments with the information at hand.
Lightsaber combat: Due to his rather weak control of the force Law had developed rather efficient lightsaber skills, first focusing on Soresu and then Shien acting as a bulwark until he can capture or defeat his opponent(s).
Telekinetic Force: Law has focused all of his training on the his telekinetic force abilities, while they are still below others who have mastered such powers this is the only force ability that could compete with a trained force user.
-Weaknesses:
Incapable of flying: Despite his early years of living on spacecraft Law never could understand how to operate them, it is uncertain if this is just a mental block but as he grew older Law has accepted this as a part of his life needing to hire others for the simplest of travel.
Lawful: His devout loyalty to rules means Law always maintains strict dedication to what has been set. An intelligent opponent can point out how they only skirted what was allowed rather than breaking any law or may escape because they are not part of the “objective”. Further trouble can arise if an ally decides upon a path Law deems improper.
Order/Wrath: The center of Law's beliefs lie in the idea that a strong hand is needed or the entire galaxy will fall to chaos and strife. Those he finds breaking the rules that hold society together Law pursues with a frenzy, if they escape he finds himself tormented over the loss and potential discord they may sew.
Other force powers: Due to his near fanatical focus on the telekinetic side of the force Law has a rather weak grasp on the other force abilities. (This may be removed/updated in the future depending on how future stories progress.)
Loyalty: Law is determined in his belief that the New Imperial Order has a chance to bring true order to the galaxy. Due to this he has full faith in the government and those it claims as agents he causes little strife when decisions are made.
Calm: When issues do not intersect the rules of his society Law finds himself emotionally removed, able to make clearer judgments with the information at hand.
Lightsaber combat: Due to his rather weak control of the force Law had developed rather efficient lightsaber skills, first focusing on Soresu and then Shien acting as a bulwark until he can capture or defeat his opponent(s).
Telekinetic Force: Law has focused all of his training on the his telekinetic force abilities, while they are still below others who have mastered such powers this is the only force ability that could compete with a trained force user.
-Weaknesses:
Incapable of flying: Despite his early years of living on spacecraft Law never could understand how to operate them, it is uncertain if this is just a mental block but as he grew older Law has accepted this as a part of his life needing to hire others for the simplest of travel.
Lawful: His devout loyalty to rules means Law always maintains strict dedication to what has been set. An intelligent opponent can point out how they only skirted what was allowed rather than breaking any law or may escape because they are not part of the “objective”. Further trouble can arise if an ally decides upon a path Law deems improper.
Order/Wrath: The center of Law's beliefs lie in the idea that a strong hand is needed or the entire galaxy will fall to chaos and strife. Those he finds breaking the rules that hold society together Law pursues with a frenzy, if they escape he finds himself tormented over the loss and potential discord they may sew.
Other force powers: Due to his near fanatical focus on the telekinetic side of the force Law has a rather weak grasp on the other force abilities. (This may be removed/updated in the future depending on how future stories progress.)
Law had never been rich, neither as a poor child on a poor cargo ship nor later as a weak sith apprentice in a secret fortress. This lack of wealth stunted any growth of fashion that might have been inside him. After leaving behind his simple crew clothes Law wore dark if not fully black robes. Underneath he wore a simple grey tunic and pants. Basic clothes for a basic personality, the only defining feature would be his always clean shaven head and face though that in itself would prove to become boring after seeing him several times. He rarely wore armour despite owning the role of security for some time instead relying on his skill with his saber to keep him safe. In everything Law seeks necessity, the need to set one apart merely for the sake of attention never made sense to him.
A thick set of eyebrows overshadowed two green eyes, the slightest hinting of darkside gold rimming the inside. A heavyset jaw matched the remainder or a large bold head, slight scaring like islands on a sea of skin dotted the bald head, none of grievous to declare itself king.
His body of course held the markings of years of failure, his arms and legs scattered with lightsaber scars and his torso maimed with memory of lightning. These often were hid underneath his garments not out of shame but rather a lack of a need to show them.
A thick set of eyebrows overshadowed two green eyes, the slightest hinting of darkside gold rimming the inside. A heavyset jaw matched the remainder or a large bold head, slight scaring like islands on a sea of skin dotted the bald head, none of grievous to declare itself king.
His body of course held the markings of years of failure, his arms and legs scattered with lightsaber scars and his torso maimed with memory of lightning. These often were hid underneath his garments not out of shame but rather a lack of a need to show them.
Jekadius Lawson's beginning was a humble one, born on a cargo ship he became the seventh crew member. Never a planet or sector to call home his life was the Caravan, a light freighter that had been patched and repaired for so long no one remembered what its original model. Life was simple in his early years, routine was needed to keep everything running and this was drilled into Law's mind from when he could walk. Wake up, breakfast, life support maintenance, electrical maintenance, lessons with mom, lunch, weapons maintenance, always shower before flight training with dad, dinner, clean the ship before lights out. As he entered his early teens though his father was growing impatient with his failings. Law could list off the procedures for hailing and approaching nearly any starship, station, or planet yet any time he tried to sit and actually pilot all the switches nobs and levers became nonsense. He managed to damage the ship so badly three times they had to call for rescue and wasted so much fuel with general mistakes that by the time he was fourteen Law was not allowed into the cockpit.
Life changed for him after his father given up, fourteen years of routine shifted. Though the change was minuscule on the grand scale it was nearly life shattering for Law. His afternoon work switched from learning with his father to being the assistant cargo manager. It took him weeks before he stopped finding himself halfway to the cockpit before realizing it was not his station and showing up late to the cargo bay frazzled his nerves even more. Law retreated into himself more each time but as he learned more about cargo management it seemed to fit him better. The job was simple, make sure everything was properly stored. Record how much each item was purchased for, list potential planets for resale, list each by profit margin, send to navigator. Life had settled for Law again and he was just getting back to who he was when it changed again.
After months of weak returns the Caravan took a risky job, a geonotian metal artist hired the ship to transport dozens of pristine pieces across the galaxy with enough of payout that the Caravan would be able to make back it's recent losses. The job started off simple enough but halfway through the journey three of the thrusters failed, the ancient wiring finally giving out. Days turned into weeks and supplies started to run out. His father put the crew on rationing but as their isolation continued tensions rose. Things came to a head when the navigator, cargo manager, and engineer demanded more food, his father refused, of course, they only had a few days of supply left and a fight broke out. The engineer had a blaster pistol and a stray shot took the life of Law's mother. Law attacked the engineer strangling her, the first time he used the force was to aid in choking the life out of the woman. When she died so did the conflict, his father having already incapacitated the navigator and the cargo manager surrendering. The surviving crew was just getting ready to airlock the mutineers when they were hailed. A passing ship had spotted them.
The ship was commanded by a Jedi known as Savii Losk, a Nautolan, when they came aboard and found out what had happened they were distraught. Savii and Law's father spoke and somehow his father convinced the Jedi (Law would deduce it was because of him in his later years) to escort the ship to their final destination. The Jedi was able to supply what the Caravan needed to be repaired and she sent her ship on its way staying with the skeleton crew. During the next few weeks of the journey Law never saw his father, the man took his meals, slept, and flew in the cockpit. This time was spent with Savii. The Jedi spent almost all of her time however with Law, she spoke in depth about what the Jedi were and how they operated, about the force, and started to teach Law a meditative dance. The galaxy was not done with Law though and just as it seemed they would be able to finish the cargo haul the alarms sounded again but this time not declaring help but rather danger. With the navigator in the brig and the engineer dead the Caravan had no chance to escape the pirate vessel and as it approached with a boarding party Savii seemed to lose her perfect composure.
The leader of the raiders work pitch black robes and a hood that hid his kor dol face. His started to talk to Savii before both pulled out the fabled weapons of the Jedi, or in the kor dol's respect the Sith. The two started to fight blades leaping to meet one another spraying sparks abound and casting the ship in splashes of red and blue light. Law watched in a mixture of horror and fascination so captivating that he scarcely heard the blaster fire that signaled the deaths of those remaining on the ship. The two fought for either days or minuets for Law lost focus on the aspect of time yet what he could clearly understand was that the Jedi was no match. Little did he know however that protecting another while fighting in close quarters with a Sith is a high demand to make of anyone. A single misplaced step onto a tool left loose in the cargo bay preceded the death of the Jedi Savii Losk. As the Sith menaced closer taking care to kick the discarded head of Savii he paused on Law.
“Take him.”
If the crew had not revolted, listed to what his father had commanded they may have been able to escape the pirate Sith. If Law had been able to do the job he was supposed to the tools would have never been scattered around the cargo bay and Savii might have lived. If his father had not broken their tradition of simpler and safer trade runs the Caravan would never have been in danger in the first place. Again rules, tradition, laws, these are Law found to be sacred for life.
Instead Law finds himself on a strange dark world, locked in a mountain serving a Sith who hated him. He was trained as an apprentice with two other dark acolytes but as they progressed learning greater depths of the force to aid them Law struggled, he learned the strange dance the Jedi had shown him was the first hinting of the lightsaber forms and that tiny leg up allowed him to survive. Once the other apprentices decided he was too weak they often tried to kill him. Unable to compete with the force Law relied upon his ability to defend himself with the blade, yet that only enraged the other apprentices further for his master Darth Nire, in an attempt to push the apprentice to a position of embarrassed rage, refused to gift the human with a red saber instead making him use the weapon of the Jedi who tried to defend him. Over the years once other apprentice was killed in an attempt to succeed their master and the other fled after another try. Only Law continued to serve Darth Nire, acting as a guard in his secret mountain fortress. Until he didn't.
Over a decade after being taken Law found himself shaken, he had long since learned that the Sith did not truly believe in law and order but rather shaped the two to bend toward their will, what was set in stone reshaped in the will of the powerful. He came to detest this system. And so when he heard of something new, a New Imperial Order a fire grew in him. A chance for a government of true law, a governance that would hold true despite those inside it, a hope.
The trip was mundane save the “discussion” on whether or not the pilot would fly into NIO space yet when he arrived Law found something with potential. It took him a few days to find one of the Imperial force orders, something known as the Imperial Knights. He enlisted and was placed as a page under Knight Vatn Yenth a human male entering his late forties. Because of his earlier training Law found himself quickly taken out of the role of page and promoted to Errant but his lack of depth in his training foreshadows a greater period of training and cleansing of the poison from the time with the Sith.
Life changed for him after his father given up, fourteen years of routine shifted. Though the change was minuscule on the grand scale it was nearly life shattering for Law. His afternoon work switched from learning with his father to being the assistant cargo manager. It took him weeks before he stopped finding himself halfway to the cockpit before realizing it was not his station and showing up late to the cargo bay frazzled his nerves even more. Law retreated into himself more each time but as he learned more about cargo management it seemed to fit him better. The job was simple, make sure everything was properly stored. Record how much each item was purchased for, list potential planets for resale, list each by profit margin, send to navigator. Life had settled for Law again and he was just getting back to who he was when it changed again.
After months of weak returns the Caravan took a risky job, a geonotian metal artist hired the ship to transport dozens of pristine pieces across the galaxy with enough of payout that the Caravan would be able to make back it's recent losses. The job started off simple enough but halfway through the journey three of the thrusters failed, the ancient wiring finally giving out. Days turned into weeks and supplies started to run out. His father put the crew on rationing but as their isolation continued tensions rose. Things came to a head when the navigator, cargo manager, and engineer demanded more food, his father refused, of course, they only had a few days of supply left and a fight broke out. The engineer had a blaster pistol and a stray shot took the life of Law's mother. Law attacked the engineer strangling her, the first time he used the force was to aid in choking the life out of the woman. When she died so did the conflict, his father having already incapacitated the navigator and the cargo manager surrendering. The surviving crew was just getting ready to airlock the mutineers when they were hailed. A passing ship had spotted them.
The ship was commanded by a Jedi known as Savii Losk, a Nautolan, when they came aboard and found out what had happened they were distraught. Savii and Law's father spoke and somehow his father convinced the Jedi (Law would deduce it was because of him in his later years) to escort the ship to their final destination. The Jedi was able to supply what the Caravan needed to be repaired and she sent her ship on its way staying with the skeleton crew. During the next few weeks of the journey Law never saw his father, the man took his meals, slept, and flew in the cockpit. This time was spent with Savii. The Jedi spent almost all of her time however with Law, she spoke in depth about what the Jedi were and how they operated, about the force, and started to teach Law a meditative dance. The galaxy was not done with Law though and just as it seemed they would be able to finish the cargo haul the alarms sounded again but this time not declaring help but rather danger. With the navigator in the brig and the engineer dead the Caravan had no chance to escape the pirate vessel and as it approached with a boarding party Savii seemed to lose her perfect composure.
The leader of the raiders work pitch black robes and a hood that hid his kor dol face. His started to talk to Savii before both pulled out the fabled weapons of the Jedi, or in the kor dol's respect the Sith. The two started to fight blades leaping to meet one another spraying sparks abound and casting the ship in splashes of red and blue light. Law watched in a mixture of horror and fascination so captivating that he scarcely heard the blaster fire that signaled the deaths of those remaining on the ship. The two fought for either days or minuets for Law lost focus on the aspect of time yet what he could clearly understand was that the Jedi was no match. Little did he know however that protecting another while fighting in close quarters with a Sith is a high demand to make of anyone. A single misplaced step onto a tool left loose in the cargo bay preceded the death of the Jedi Savii Losk. As the Sith menaced closer taking care to kick the discarded head of Savii he paused on Law.
“Take him.”
If the crew had not revolted, listed to what his father had commanded they may have been able to escape the pirate Sith. If Law had been able to do the job he was supposed to the tools would have never been scattered around the cargo bay and Savii might have lived. If his father had not broken their tradition of simpler and safer trade runs the Caravan would never have been in danger in the first place. Again rules, tradition, laws, these are Law found to be sacred for life.
Instead Law finds himself on a strange dark world, locked in a mountain serving a Sith who hated him. He was trained as an apprentice with two other dark acolytes but as they progressed learning greater depths of the force to aid them Law struggled, he learned the strange dance the Jedi had shown him was the first hinting of the lightsaber forms and that tiny leg up allowed him to survive. Once the other apprentices decided he was too weak they often tried to kill him. Unable to compete with the force Law relied upon his ability to defend himself with the blade, yet that only enraged the other apprentices further for his master Darth Nire, in an attempt to push the apprentice to a position of embarrassed rage, refused to gift the human with a red saber instead making him use the weapon of the Jedi who tried to defend him. Over the years once other apprentice was killed in an attempt to succeed their master and the other fled after another try. Only Law continued to serve Darth Nire, acting as a guard in his secret mountain fortress. Until he didn't.
Over a decade after being taken Law found himself shaken, he had long since learned that the Sith did not truly believe in law and order but rather shaped the two to bend toward their will, what was set in stone reshaped in the will of the powerful. He came to detest this system. And so when he heard of something new, a New Imperial Order a fire grew in him. A chance for a government of true law, a governance that would hold true despite those inside it, a hope.
The trip was mundane save the “discussion” on whether or not the pilot would fly into NIO space yet when he arrived Law found something with potential. It took him a few days to find one of the Imperial force orders, something known as the Imperial Knights. He enlisted and was placed as a page under Knight Vatn Yenth a human male entering his late forties. Because of his earlier training Law found himself quickly taken out of the role of page and promoted to Errant but his lack of depth in his training foreshadows a greater period of training and cleansing of the poison from the time with the Sith.
Lightsaber:
Basic Model (Blue)
Firearms:
REC-DC/01 "Thunderwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Rifle
REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol
Armor:
New Imperial Storm Armor Mk. IV - Force Corp. Varient
Misc:
Concussion Grenade X2
SHIP:
N/A
Basic Model (Blue)
Firearms:
REC-DC/01 "Thunderwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Rifle
REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol
Armor:
New Imperial Storm Armor Mk. IV - Force Corp. Varient
Misc:
Concussion Grenade X2
SHIP:
N/A
Goals: To obtain the rank of Imperial Knight and join The Quaestor's Comissariat
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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