Post by Jin on Oct 29, 2005 23:16:54 GMT
Name: Jin (pronounced like Jean)
Age: 42
Alias: Jean (people pronounce his name wrong a lot)
Height: 5'11
Weight: 160 lbs
Eyes: Hazel Brown
Home world: unknown
Appearance: A fairly skinny man for his size, somewhat resembling that of a modern dressed man back during the Meji era. Wheres glasses at all time due to his bad vision. Jin walks around carrying a silver lightsaber and a beat up sword under his robe hidden to the common eye. Jin is a man of no emotion. He shows no sympathy for a foe nor an ally.
Bio: When Jin was a young boy of about 13 years of age, his mother and father were carelessly murdered due to his father's position in the military. As the men a like bombarded the house Jin hid in a corner closet not knowing what to do or where to go. Frightened as he heard the shots of guns and screaming all around him. Jin could see blood running under his door into his room.
After the soldiers had finally left, raiding the house of all remaining valuable possessions, for what they had came for they burned the house down along with everything remaining in it. Jin smelling the smoke arises closer towards him he began to sprint towards the door in hope of escape. As he attempted to open the door the handle was hot as hell and the boy fell backwards as he felt the aching sensation in his hand. As time progressed the fire raged in towards his room sending his door up in a blaze of flames and burning the carpeting in his room. Jin sitting there all alone about to be burned to smithereens, started having flashbacks of the screaming of his parents and the many sounds from the gun shots and beating of his parents. At this time Jin lost all sense of emotion and not a single care in his mind started hustling down through the raging hot fire hair on his arms and legs being scolded off of his body leaving black ash marks all over his body and red burn marks.
Jin covered himself with whatever remaining possessions he had left only managing to cover the majority of his face leaving his body susceptible to the raging flames. As Jin continued running through the flames attempting to dodge the falling beams from above him. As he finally had made it to the door and readied himself as he sprinted at the door with all of his might he was crushed down by a beam knocking him unconscious. After the huge disaster occurred Jin had luckily survived but his health was depleting quickly.
Finally Jin had awoken not knowing what had happened, but only to find himself in an old little shack the only source of light was a dangling light bulb that continued to flicker on and off, Jin lying down on a dirty mattress wearing only that off a cheap clothe wrapping around his lower body and bandages encasing the rest of his body,. As he attempted to sit up he felt a burning pain going all throughout his entire body only triggering him to lie down back on the mattress. A quit voiced then echoed in Jins head. “Do not struggle it will only increase your pain.” As Jin heard this his eyes scanning the room in search of the source of this sound. He noticed a small man with white hair dressed very poorly bandages wrapped around his head covering his eyes. Jin then asked the man what had happened and how he had gotten hear. As the man walked over, using a cane to keep himself up, carrying a small bowl some hot substance. The man handed Jin the bowl and told him to drink the stuff inside and it would make him feel much better than the state he was in right now. As Jin started to sip the watery substance from the cracked bowl the old man told him thoroughly what had happened to him. After hearing this Jin’s memory was somewhat refreshed in the sense of what had happened a few days ago. A harsh almost sad look fell on Jin’s face as he remembered all of this. At this moment a tear rushed down Jin’s face. The man held out his finger right out in front of Jin stopping the tear before it could hit the hard cold floor. At the site of this Jin was almost amazed but did not show much care and continued to question the man about why he took him in, who he was and so on. As Jin heard about how this old man was once a great Jedi master he chuckled to himself and wondered how this blind old beggar of a man was a Jedi master once. But Jin continued to listen to the mans stories. Hours had passed and the old beggar decided Jin should get his rest. As the sun broke the next day Jin feeling much more alive walked up and over towards. At this the old man could sense the strides of the young man and knew he must be better so quickly. Then the old man knew what must be done. As Jin continued to walk over the old man placed his hand on Jin’s shoulder telling him, “now that you are back to good health young man you may leave.” Hearing this Jin only responded saying, “you have let me in to your house and tended for me. I must repay you in some way.” The old man hearing this smiled and told Jin that he was in need of no service, and that he was delighted to have the company and someone to listen to his stories. Jin smiled back and walked towards the door of the house. As he put his hand on the door handle, he turned back and looked directly at the old man and asked him for one last favor. “Sir with all respect, would you teach me in these ways of lightsaber combat. Since I am only a boy and would be defenseless out in the open.” The old man not knowing what to say, but only sputtering out a few words only saying that it would take years to teach you the way of the force. Jin hesitated at this but only told the man he had plenty of time as he smiled and walked back towards the man.
Years passed as Jin trained with this Jedi Master. He learned all sorts of techniques even creating his own style of fighting, which involved a lightsaber and a katana. As time passed the old mans health started get weaker and weaker and he eventually died. At this time Jin felt emotionally sad but after time he learned to control his emotions at all times. Now Jin only has a silver lightsaber and a worn out torn katana that has scratch marks all over it. Now Jin roams around the Galaxy in search of a worthy opponent and to hone his skills.
Age: 42
Alias: Jean (people pronounce his name wrong a lot)
Height: 5'11
Weight: 160 lbs
Eyes: Hazel Brown
Home world: unknown
Appearance: A fairly skinny man for his size, somewhat resembling that of a modern dressed man back during the Meji era. Wheres glasses at all time due to his bad vision. Jin walks around carrying a silver lightsaber and a beat up sword under his robe hidden to the common eye. Jin is a man of no emotion. He shows no sympathy for a foe nor an ally.
Bio: When Jin was a young boy of about 13 years of age, his mother and father were carelessly murdered due to his father's position in the military. As the men a like bombarded the house Jin hid in a corner closet not knowing what to do or where to go. Frightened as he heard the shots of guns and screaming all around him. Jin could see blood running under his door into his room.
After the soldiers had finally left, raiding the house of all remaining valuable possessions, for what they had came for they burned the house down along with everything remaining in it. Jin smelling the smoke arises closer towards him he began to sprint towards the door in hope of escape. As he attempted to open the door the handle was hot as hell and the boy fell backwards as he felt the aching sensation in his hand. As time progressed the fire raged in towards his room sending his door up in a blaze of flames and burning the carpeting in his room. Jin sitting there all alone about to be burned to smithereens, started having flashbacks of the screaming of his parents and the many sounds from the gun shots and beating of his parents. At this time Jin lost all sense of emotion and not a single care in his mind started hustling down through the raging hot fire hair on his arms and legs being scolded off of his body leaving black ash marks all over his body and red burn marks.
Jin covered himself with whatever remaining possessions he had left only managing to cover the majority of his face leaving his body susceptible to the raging flames. As Jin continued running through the flames attempting to dodge the falling beams from above him. As he finally had made it to the door and readied himself as he sprinted at the door with all of his might he was crushed down by a beam knocking him unconscious. After the huge disaster occurred Jin had luckily survived but his health was depleting quickly.
Finally Jin had awoken not knowing what had happened, but only to find himself in an old little shack the only source of light was a dangling light bulb that continued to flicker on and off, Jin lying down on a dirty mattress wearing only that off a cheap clothe wrapping around his lower body and bandages encasing the rest of his body,. As he attempted to sit up he felt a burning pain going all throughout his entire body only triggering him to lie down back on the mattress. A quit voiced then echoed in Jins head. “Do not struggle it will only increase your pain.” As Jin heard this his eyes scanning the room in search of the source of this sound. He noticed a small man with white hair dressed very poorly bandages wrapped around his head covering his eyes. Jin then asked the man what had happened and how he had gotten hear. As the man walked over, using a cane to keep himself up, carrying a small bowl some hot substance. The man handed Jin the bowl and told him to drink the stuff inside and it would make him feel much better than the state he was in right now. As Jin started to sip the watery substance from the cracked bowl the old man told him thoroughly what had happened to him. After hearing this Jin’s memory was somewhat refreshed in the sense of what had happened a few days ago. A harsh almost sad look fell on Jin’s face as he remembered all of this. At this moment a tear rushed down Jin’s face. The man held out his finger right out in front of Jin stopping the tear before it could hit the hard cold floor. At the site of this Jin was almost amazed but did not show much care and continued to question the man about why he took him in, who he was and so on. As Jin heard about how this old man was once a great Jedi master he chuckled to himself and wondered how this blind old beggar of a man was a Jedi master once. But Jin continued to listen to the mans stories. Hours had passed and the old beggar decided Jin should get his rest. As the sun broke the next day Jin feeling much more alive walked up and over towards. At this the old man could sense the strides of the young man and knew he must be better so quickly. Then the old man knew what must be done. As Jin continued to walk over the old man placed his hand on Jin’s shoulder telling him, “now that you are back to good health young man you may leave.” Hearing this Jin only responded saying, “you have let me in to your house and tended for me. I must repay you in some way.” The old man hearing this smiled and told Jin that he was in need of no service, and that he was delighted to have the company and someone to listen to his stories. Jin smiled back and walked towards the door of the house. As he put his hand on the door handle, he turned back and looked directly at the old man and asked him for one last favor. “Sir with all respect, would you teach me in these ways of lightsaber combat. Since I am only a boy and would be defenseless out in the open.” The old man not knowing what to say, but only sputtering out a few words only saying that it would take years to teach you the way of the force. Jin hesitated at this but only told the man he had plenty of time as he smiled and walked back towards the man.
Years passed as Jin trained with this Jedi Master. He learned all sorts of techniques even creating his own style of fighting, which involved a lightsaber and a katana. As time passed the old mans health started get weaker and weaker and he eventually died. At this time Jin felt emotionally sad but after time he learned to control his emotions at all times. Now Jin only has a silver lightsaber and a worn out torn katana that has scratch marks all over it. Now Jin roams around the Galaxy in search of a worthy opponent and to hone his skills.
