Jor'si Denko

[Darth Metus]

The Seeker of Light​

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BASIC INFORMATION

• Name: Jor'si Denko
• Alias: "Sirota the Barkeep"
• Faction: The Republic
• Rank: Jedi Padawan
• Species: Near-Human
• Races: (Human, Zeltron, Kraljica)
• Age: 22
• Height: 1.82 meters
• Weight: 87.5 kilograms
• Eye Color: Blue
• Hair Color: Brown
• Skin Pigmentation: Peach - Tan
• Force Sensitive: Yes

LIGHTSABER

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FORCE ABILITIES

• Force Bellow
• Force Deflection
• Force Jump
• Force Listening
• Force Pull
• Force Push
• Force Repulse
• Force Speed
• Force Wave
• Mind Trick
• Telepathy

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES

• Strengths: Jor'si Denko is, first and foremost, the son of a former Jedi Knight. As such, he was granted an information education of the ways of the Force by his father. The amount of instruction he received over the years was, in a sense, equivalent to that bestowed upon Younglings and Padawan learners. At the conclusion of his teaching, Jor'si could stand toe-to-toe with his father in the areas of swordplay and telekinesis, essentially grading him as a Knight in those particular classes of combat. Furthermore, Jor'si is the intersection of many unique bloodlines: Human, through which he gains his Force Sensitivity, Zeltron, through which he gains the ability to telepathically project emotions upon others as well as read/feel the emotions of other in turn, and Kraljica, through which Jor'si can generate and discharge electricity and has a larger lung capacity. Jor'si was also raised up on the Hutt moon Nar Shaddaa. He is a hardened individual who has no qualms about confronting anything and anyone who even looks at him the wrong way. In addition, he has some knowledge of the criminal underworld. Despite his home of origin, Jor'si harbors no desire to be a bad guy and secretly harbors a deep shame that both his father and grandfather had defected from the Jedi Order. Lastly...Jor'si is one hell of a bartender.
  
• Weaknesses: Due in part to his having grown up on Nar Shaddaa and the recent deaths of his parents, Jor'si has an explosive temper that. more often than not, tramples over his common sense and good judgment. It takes very little to rouse a confrontation out of him, especially if the party in question makes a snide comment about his mother. His temper, aside from having the potential to endanger himself and those around him, is an opening for the Dark Side of the Force to creep in. Though he has resolved to join the Jedi Order, Jor'si still is susceptible to the tug of the Dark Side and has the potential to be swayed into the clutches of the Sith; with the right motivation of course. Furthermore, while some may consider this a strength, Jor'si has an impeccable sense of justice. He has no problem discerning right from wrong and seldom condones wrong to be done in front of him. He despises when other people are done wrong as well, mainly leading to committing acts of "heroism" that more often than not escalate the situation. Lastly, Jor'si does not have a personal vessel at this point in time. Instead, he relies upon basic, public, interplanetary transportation. This has become a very expensive venture, as the various systems are just now opening up their borders.

BIOGRAPHY​

Origins: The Love of Land and Sea​

It was pure happenstance that intersected the lives of a Jedi Knight and a native of planet Morje. On that fateful day, a Knight of the Jedi Order by the name Wy'lad had ventured into Sith Space on orders to accumulate whatever informaton he could. Unfortunately, he was promptly discovered briefly following his exit from hyperspace and was fired upon by a patrol squad. During the ensuing chase, his hyperdrive unit was badly damaged and he thought it was the end...yet fate would have it function at the last possible second, jettisoning him clear across the galaxy and depositing him smack-dab in the middle of the Unknown Regions. There, Wy'lad flew about for days, nearly running out of fuel in the process. Luck would have his scanners pick up an uncharted world, Morje, upon which he quickly landed. What he discovered was a planet covered by ocean, ocean, and MORE ocean. Devoid of a suitable place to land, and now depleted of fuel, Wy'lad snapped on his breathing mask and plummeted into the oceans...attracting the attention of some of the world's natives.

Among the Kral'jica that swam to the Jedi Knight's rescue, all of whom were motivated purely out of curiousity, was the heiress of a notable clan by the name Denko. Her name was Vetka and she was by far the most beautiful creature Wy'lad had ever laid eyes on. The Kral'jica of Clan Denko liberated the Jedi Knight from the seas and ferried him to one of the few islands that were scattered about their world. Vetka took an immediate liking to the otherworldly visitor, mainly due to the elegant saber which hung to his waist, and Wy'ad was equally taken by her breathtaking beauty. Over the course of months, they spent each and every day together. Wy'lad managed to learn to communicate with Vetka through the Force, and then educated her in Galactic Basic. Vetka, in turn, told Wy'lad all about her world, their customs, their history, and about herself. In time, their attractions gave rise to affection, and soon love. Vetka ended up "claiming" Wy'lad as her mate, an act that sent ripples through the Kral'jica community, and Wy'lad in turn claimed her as his wife.

Their union bore their first and only child: Radia Denko. While the parents were blissful with their newborn baby, a problem soon presented itself. Radia, a cross between the aquatic Kral'jica and the land-loving Humans, was born without gills and could therefore not live under the water. Furthermore, Vetka could only stay above water for short spans at a time...which was torture for the new mother. She was unable to hold her baby throughout the night, unable to attend to him when he cried, unable to be the mother she wanted so desperately to be...Wy'lad couldn't bear to see his wife like this, and he was in no position to care for a newborn by himself on an island. Left with no other options, Wy'lad and Vetka came to make a heartbreaking decision: Wy'lad would reach out with the Force and contact the Jedi Order to send aide. Then he and Radia would leave the planet, where Radia would then be inducted into the Order and trained.

Wy'lad vowed to return to his beloved wife with their son in the future, and after a tearful farewell, the family parted ways...never to be united as a whole again.

Origins: A Life Ill Lived​

As Wy'lad had promised to Vetka, Radia was promptly inducted into the Jedi Order upon their return to the Temple. Over the years, the youngling was given the absolute best training the Jedi Order had to offer; at the insistance of his now-Jedi Master father. When he came of age to be taken under the wing of a Jedi as a Padawan, Wy'lad insisted that he take his son under his wing and personally instruct him. It took a council vote to gain approval of this, and moving forward Wy'lad and Radia bonded as father and son. The young Padawan grew under his sire's tutelage, maturing into one of the greatest blademasters of his generation. He triumphed over the trials and, with his father crying tears of pride and joy, was officially promoted to a Knight of the Jedi Order. The time then came for Radia to leave from under the wing of his father and take his own Padawan learner, which he did with the utmost eagerness.

The Padawan who came under Radia's tutelage was a Twi'lek girl by the name Ava. Unlike his kind, understanding father, Radia was a strict and ruthless instructor. He forced his student through rigorous training exercises which he claimed would strengthen her swordplay skills, and even sparred with her using their lightsabers; thus resulting in several burns and scars to be inflicted upon her. Ava was on the verge of reporting Radia to the Council...but never got the opportunity. During a particular heated training session, Radia savagely broke through his student's defenses and accidentally struck her down. The feeling that Radia felt immediately following this sordid act was not that of immediate regret...but of satisfaction. It was his first kill, and though it was the highest of crimes, Radia revelled in his skill for the briefest of moments. Then, reality struck him like a cold slap and he was absolutely mortified!

Not only had he slain his student...he had enjoyed it...he was no better than a Sith.

Radia had heard tale after tale about how malicious and evil the Sith Order was, and though he had committed an act that would have probably earned him a Darth pat on the back...he wanted nothing to do with the dark ones. So, he fled, refusing to fall into the servitude of the Dark Side of the Force...and refusing to be accountable for what he had done. He literally left his Padawan's body there to rot on Tython and jumped ship, high-tailing it all the way to Nar Shaddaa. Though he had never been, the young Jedi Knight knew enough that if one wanted to disappear, they went to Nar Shaddaa. So began the self-imposed exile of the former Knight of the Jedi Order, on a sordid Hutt moon that would become his grave. For the initial years of his stay, Radia was a bitter young man. He got in numerous scrapes, slew numerous thugs, and became more Sith-like by the day. It was this behavior that gained him the attention of a local business owner who hired him as a bouncer for his "establishment".

There, Radia laid eyes on Passion: a crimson-skinned, azure-eyed goddess straight from Zeltros. She was an entertainer at the club Radia now worked for, and he soon became one of her most avid customers during his downtime. One day, she humored him with a "date" outside of the establishment. What she expected to be nothing more than moving from one bar to another was shot down; as Radia had shattered her expectations by blowing the entirety of his paycheck to take her to the finest establishment on Nar Shaddaa. Thoroughly impressed, she agreed to a second outing...and a third...and a fourth...and then an official "date". Finally, after a movie and a "romantic" stroll through the Moon's crowded slums, Radia and Passion became a couple through a kiss under the stars. Their relationship only grew with time and they came to be married. Soon thereafter, Radia was blessed with his first and only son: Jor'si, a gift that would usually fill any man's heart with overwhelming joy.

Yet the sight of his son reminded him of how low he was. Holding Jor'si immediately made him think of his own father, which sequed into thoughts of his sordid act. Regret filled him, and though he had a loving wife and a wonderful son, he grew disguested with himself...and the life he had gained. He felt unworthy of his happiness and sorted out these convoluted emotions with bottle after bottle of alcohol...

Jor'si grew up with a drunken and abusive father. When Radia wasn't slapping Passion around, he was chucking empty bottles at the infant child. Things got so bad that Passion debated divorcing the man, yet she was too afraid to do so. And so, she endured the suffering and did her absolute to raise her son. Despite the efforts of his mother, childhood was hell of Jor'si. While attending school, the children ridiculed the boy for his mother's choice in employment: after all, drunken fathers often boast to their sons about their evening exploits. This sparked Jor'si's temper. He would fly off the handle in the middle of class and pummel any child who dare say one word about his mother. After repeatedly being sent home to his drunken father...Radia took notice.

Out of the blue, Radia began educating Jor'si. Perhaps it was because he admired his son's fiery spark. Perhaps it was because he was finally beginning to see through the haze of his own stupidity and appreciate his family. Or perhaps he was just drunk and wanted to see his son Force Push some kid out a window. Whatever the case was, Radia introduced the young Jor'si to the Force and began daily training sessions with him. For years, this training ensued, and Radia began to form a solid relationship with his son. Through this, he then repaired his broken marriage with Passion and even managed to quit his drinking habit. Passion herself then managed to find a more suitable job working in a diner...and life was good for the young Jor'si. This good life continued up until the time Jor'si turned eighteen years of age.

Though Passion had escaped the sordid work environment of a gentleman's club, she still had to deal with a drunken customer every now and again. One evening in particular, a smashed patron decided to take some pent out aggravation out upon her: smashing a bottle of alcohol over her skull. Passion was gravely injured and only hurt more by her fall...she passed away in the medical center from her wounds. When Radia heard of this, he flew into a rage that would make a Sith proud. He hunted down the cretin who dare rip his wife away from him and cut him to ribbons...yet what Radia didn't realize was that the cretin was the main fence for a major Hutt cartel. Radia went from vengeful hunter to deceased hunted in a matter of days, ganged up on and killed in the alley behind the establishment he worked at.

Jor'si found his father's body discarded in a pile of trash...and that night life as he knew it had forever changed.

Part I: The Jedi Order​

Jor'si lingered on Nar Shaddaa for a few years following the deaths of his parents. He took a terrible job as a bartender in order to keep himself afloat, yet was beyond depressed and cared very little for anything else save sleep. He was lost: he had nothing to live for, no purpose, nothing to cling to and feel worthwhile. Finally, after years of wallowing in a pit of despair, Jor'si decided to get off the sordid rock he had spent the pass twenty-two years upon. His rationale was that, perhaps out there in the great big galaxy, he'd find some reason for being. So, he threw together what little belongings he had and hopped on the first transport off-world: which happened to be a merchant vessel bound for Dantooine. What Jor'si found upon that world was EXACTLY what he was looking for.

It started off slow. He encountered a woman seemingly in despair within a cantina he had stopped by to grab a bite to eat in. After brandishing his father's lightsaber and barking a few threats, he had "inspired" the thugs to leave the woman be...and she killed them through some Dark Arts that he had never seen. The woman was a Sith, and an exceptionally powerful one at that. If things couldn't get any stranger, she sent him outside the cantina in order to confront two Jedi, Padawan by her assessment. Soon thereafter, two MORE Jedi arrived on scene with a couple bystanders. Jor'si made a fool of himself by demanding answers from the Jedi about his father and attempting to Force Push one of them...both of which he regrets to this day...but ultimately learned that the Jedi Order were indeed the good guys they were always cracked up to be.

He tarried on Dantooine for a few more days following the "altercation" outside the cantina until galactic news reached his ears: The Galactic Republic had reformed, albeit in the wake of a Sith Terrorist attack upon the Senate Building. Jor'si resolved to join the Jedi Order at that point and headed to Coruscant. There, he would do his absolute best to make amends for his behavior on Dantooine and possibly find that which he so desperately craved: a place to belong and a reason for being...

To Be Continued! ​

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KILLS: None
BOUNTIES: None
ROLE-PLAYS:

• Reconstructing the Senate (Republic Meet & Greet)
• In Plain Sight
• It's Not A Party Until...
• A Long Lost Technological Terror
• Training on Tython
• The Fortress World

THEME SONG: As of 3/19/13...