DATA
Name: Jace Selkin
Age: 23 [Born 3973 BBY]
Sex: Male
Species: Human
ATTRIBUTES
Hair: Dark Blonde
Skin: Type II [Tan]
Eyes: Grey Hazel with Blue flecks
Height: 1.78 meters [5’10"]
Weight: 75 kg [165 lbs]
Markings: N/A
ALLEGIANCES
Affiliation[s]:
- None[Current]
Title[s]:
- Unemployed [Current]
Relative[s]:
- Father: Javen Selkin [Deceased]
- Mother: Kelia Selkin
- Sister: Kassandra “Kass” Selkin
- Sister: Callista Selkin
APPEARANCE
Jace often dressed business casual. He kept his hair short. On his left wrist was a gold bracelet that functioned as a complete health monitor and communicator.
BIOGRAPHY
Crss-ting!
The colossal Republic starport grew dead silent at the whistle of two parting vibroblades. Jace stepped back and flourished his vibroblade as he’d done a million times before; His opponent Kassandra, he was sure, had never even held a vibroblade before. This would be easy.
A dramatic stare-down that lasted a millennia followed. It was its own battle, Jace realized, as he observed Kass’s proper stance where he expected sloppiness, calculated breathing where he expected nervousness, and patience where he expected rashness. Then Kass closed her eyes.
What? Jace thought as Kass lunged!
There was no carelessness, just precision. Jace deflected her jab but Kass advanced with an elegant strike. Jace dodged; An instant slower and he’d of lost his hand! Kass anticipated the evasion and slashed. Jace swept it aside. He was on the defensive from a smaller opponent with closed eyes!
As nanoseconds slowed into years, Jace looked for explanation. Kass had always been easy to fool and impossible to underestimate. Jace thought back to their last argument, barely a year prior:
“I told you not to invest in Nar Shaddaa Coins.” Jace had casually lectured.
Kass had doubled down. “Dude it was like fifty credits. Whatever. No loss.”
“What I’m saying is you always ignore me,” Jace continued.
“And things always turn out fine. What does that tell you?” she quipped with words Jace hadn’t yet forgotten.
"Maybe I never took her seriously enough, Jace thought as a stunning parry disrupted his flashback. The onlookers cheered Kass on. Jace was about to lose!
He stopped thinking, and let his decade of experience take over. He studied the slope of the cracked slabs of concrete beneath him, he felt the vibrations from the speeder bikes parked nearby, he heard the rodents beneath the nearby food vendor shuffling, the water dripping from a moldy awning, the fabric of the Republic flags crumpling in the wind.
He became aware of it all, like his opponent.
He ducked under a well placed swing and masterfully stabbed. Kass lost her balance. Jace capitalized with clean swings. Kass retreated with decreased elegance. The onlookers gasped as Jace swept away Kass’ outside lunge, raised his blade to finish her, and-
Found a blade fixed under his chin. The onlookers exploded into glorious cheers.
“So much for all that gloating,” Kass kicked dirt in the wound.
Jace tried to hide his embarrassment. “When do you find time to practice?”
“I don’t.” Kass ruthlessly murdered him with words.
Jace stared down at Kass for an eternity. Then he hugged her close.
“Alright alright. You win,” he admitted. “I’m gonna miss ya kid.”
Kass smirked. “It’s ensign, and next time I see you it’ll be Captain.”
“Tch, yeah okay.”
Kass backed away with a smug salute and joined a gathering of eagerly waiting Republic Navy ensigns. In no time they boarded a rusty Foray class blockade runner and blasted off into a colorful sky full of rings and moons.
Jace just sat and watched the glorious nebula filled with ten thousand dancing suns. It was somehow so mundane.
“They say there are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on Tatooine.” Kelia added as she appeared from nowhere and stood over her son.
And one day they’ll all burn out, Jace thought.
“You think the force will burn out one day?” Kelia asked herself. Jace forgot his mom could read minds. He shrugged; How should he know? He wasn’t a Jedi, or anything really. He was the only one of his siblings not a future Jedi Master or Starship Captain. The only one who hadn’t made it. The one left behind.
“Maybe it would want to,” Kelia continued, “If it could see the nearby Galaxies teaming with life in blissful harmony, with no Mandalorian Wars and no Dark Side…” She chuckled, “I s’pose jealousy knows no equal.”
“I hate when you do that,” Jace murmured. Kelia shook her head.
“I hate when my kids get jealous of each other. If you think Cal and Kass are outshining you, then go compete. But not out of jealousy- that has no finish line.”
Jace thought about it. It was suddenly all so clear. He knew what he had to do, and he knew he had the strength to do it; He would become a legend in the Republic.