Jersh

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Jersh
Military Information
Callsign

Jersh

Rank

Private First Class

Position

Trooper

Squad

Eclipse Squad

Platoon

Storm Platoon

Division

Stormtrooper Corps

Biographical Information
Species

Human

Gender

Male

Personal Information
Affiliation

Vast Empire


Current status[edit]

Military[edit]

Private First Class Trooper within Eclipse Squad, Storm Platoon.

Notable skills[edit]

Jersh has studied various martial styles from books and holos his entire life, and trained in them thoroughly. Thus he has a great capacity for melee combat. He is well educated and can understand almost any text written in basic, he has never bothered to learn any other languages. He has trained with various Ranged Weapons, but prefers close combat over gunfire. He has minor piloting skills that he is working to improve as well.

Bio[edit]

Appearance & Personality[edit]

Physical Appearance

Native Language: Basic Hair Color: Dark Black Eye Color: Dark Purple Skin Color: White/Tanned with pale scars across most of his body Height: 6'2" Weight: 180 lbs Age: 19 Full Name: Jersh Everwind Physical Build: An athletic build with muscles honed to perfection from self-imposed training Homeworld: Correlia

Peronality: Jersh is a quiet person who likes to keep to himself and unconsiously rebuff any attempts of people who approach him. He does not try to be rude, but he often comes of that way. He seems to have a strong sense of justice, and acts based upon it, no matter the consequences. He is the first person to charge into the enemy line to attempt to shatter their ranks, some may see it as sheer stupidity, but it has worked for him in the past.

History[edit]

"http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f151/Aki_Hakkai_/Anime%20Ninja/anime_girl_fav222.jpg" This is Alira, who was once Jersh's partner. Things broke down between them however when she attempted to betray Jersh by cutting out his heart to collect a bounty placed on his head by an enemy. This incident lead to her death, but she let a mark upon Jersh. More than just a scar over his heart, he suffered great emotional damage from this Betrayal. Her memory/ghost seems to haunt him till this very day, interfereing at the worst possible times.

Early History[edit]

Jersh's earliest memory was being left to die on the steps of an orphanage in the slums of Correlia. Apparently he was taken in by the orphanage, for before he knew it, he was cleaning the entirety of the run-down building. He was little better off than a slave, used for work since he could even speak... The elder children of the orphanage took it upon themselves to make his life hell with constant beatings to show how superior they were.... and that they ruled over his life.

As he grew older, he decided after one particularly brutal beating, that he would become strong...... strong enough to defend himself...... strong enough to get revenge. He studied the books at the public library for every martial style available and practiced them until he collapsed on the bare ground outside, unable to move for pushing past the limits of his body. The scars covering his body grew in number, both from his harsh training and from taking the repeated beatings to toughen himself, physically and emotionally to show no pain.

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Finally, the day came when he snapped. He was washing the dishes in the kitchen when he heard the air currents shift and spun around, his open palm catching the fist of Ken'arl, a boy four years his senior. "Oh? you got a lil fight in ya today do ya boy?" he said, his detestable voice echoing in the small kitchen, half a dozen other boys joining him in a chorus of laughter. Jersh remained silent as the boy drew his fist back again and threw a clumsy swing at his face again. It happened in an instant, Jersh did not ever realize his actions. He stepped forward quickly, his left arm batting aside the right hoof and thrust his palm up just under the chin with all the force he could muster. A loud crack sounded as Ken'arl's jaw bone shattered under the force of the blow and fell backwards, howling in pain.

"G-get im!" managed to mumble through the pain, blood spitting with each word. The six youths rushed at him, two grabbing recently cleaned vibro-knives off the counter. Jersh took a deep breath and closed his eyes, relaxing his body and mind. The tip of a knife almost reached his chest before his eyes snapped open and his hand flashed up to catch the boy's wrist, with a twist and more crackling of broken bones, he sent him reeling past him to collide with the counter head first. Not giving an inch, Jersh's hand knifed across the back of his neck, dropping him senseless to the floor. Two boys came at him from the sides as another pair rushed him from the front, hoping to corner him against the counter. However, Jersh was not ready to give up just yet. He leapt forward in a head-first roll and pushed himself up on his hand, transferring his momentum into his legs in a brutal spinning kick with both legs. Loud thuds sounded as he felt his feet connect, followed by even louder groans of pain. He continued in his roll past the two suddenly prone figures and twisted to come up with his back against the wall, facing his remaining adversaries.

"Three more" he mumbled loudly and a devious smile spread across his lips. Finally, they couldn’t push he around anymore. He readjusted his footing as they came towards him again, all three far more cautious than previously. "Fine then" Jersh growled impatiently, "I will come to you!". A primal yell escaped him lips, a yell filled with over a decade of torment and anguish. He coiled his feet under him and leapt off from the wall in a savage mid-air roundhouse kick.

The blow caught the youngest enemy across the side of the face, spraying blood all over Jersh's tattered shirt before he was sent crashing into the wall, where he laid still and silent. The others glanced over at their suddenly lost ally, and that distraction cost them dearly. Jersh continued his spin as he landed, his trailing leg catching another around the ankles to cause him to crash down to the floor hard. Growling away the ache in his muscles, Jersh forced his body into one last spinning kick. He felt his boot sink deep into the last boy's chest. A coughing spasm of blood accompanied the complete shattering of his rib cage before he fell forward onto the floor, never to rise again. Jersh began to laugh, a cruel low toned laugh devoid of any humor.

A searing pain in his back brought him back to his senses and he twisted before the tip could sink too far in. Jersh spun and slapped the knife out of the hand of the boy he had knocked down. The knife slowly dripped drops of Jersh's blood onto the floor. With a roar of pure hatred, he leapt upon the last conscious opponent and grabbed his neck, wrenching viciously to the side.

The cold, lifeless eyes stared up at him and Jersh suddenly stopped twisting. The head flopped forward, its neck obviously broken. He slowly backed away, almost tripping over one of the bodies and causing a pile of pans to spill onto the floor loudly. "What is that rack-" he heard a woman’s voice say as she emerged around the corner. A suddenly scream pierced the uncomfortable silence and she pointed a shaking finger at him, running away full pelt. "Monster!" She yelled repeatedly. He heard her yelling into a holo-comm for the authorities and slid the back-access panel open to escape outside and into the darkness of night.

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Jersh stared at the recruitment poster, his face set in a determines grimace as he stared at the large Imperial insignia emblazoned in the main portion of the add. "Perhaps there is a place there" He said into the darkness and glanced at the bustling space port. "For a monster like me"

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