Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Black, short and spiked (down forehead)
Age: 20
Distinguished Features: Large scar over left eye, from a knife
General Mood: Calm, but can have short fuse
Extra: rather skinny, but surprisingly strong and agile. amazingly accurate with a rifle, but needs to develop more of a killer instinct
History-
I've never forgotten those screams. Even now, ten years on they still haunt me, as i try to get to sleep.
To understand this, let me take you back to that shocking night, ten years ago, on Utapau...
I was sat alone in the back of an imperial transport, with my hands shackled to the bench I was leaning against. We must of been traveling for about six hours, although it was impossible to tell. But then suddenly, the transport eased to a halt, and I could hear the sounds of footsteps outside. The door opened and the intense light blinded me, making me hide my face in my arms.
" Ok scum, get up" ordered one of the soldiers. I looked up, and saw five stormtroopers looking down at me, guns pointing at my heart. The nearest one then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up with such great force that I again fell over, landing on their leader's foot. I was met by a sharp blow to the ribs, probably fracturing one of my ribs, but hard to tell through the pain I had already been inflicted to, through my months of imprisonment. I was dragged out by two of the soldiers, at which point i had my first glance at where I was. Fire, all around me. It was a village, or at least what used to be a village. I counted about twenty five to thirty stormtroopers around the border of it, taking the occasional shot at anyone who dared to show their faces. The two soldiers then pulled me to my feet and gestured for me to follow them.
" Come on then weirdo, lets see what you can do" chuckled one of them. This thing they were referring to was my unique fighting style, of which I am only a student. The corps had attacked my village a while ago. While the rest escaped, I was caught. They wanted this power I had, but first wanted proof of its existence. Which is why they brought me to this village.
After a short walk, I was led into a hut, the biggest one in the village, where I found a group of children cowering in the corner, protected by a young woman wielding a broom. The obviously more brave soldier than jabbed me between the shoulder blades with his rifle butt, and with a smirk ordered me to 'show what i can do'. After a few seconds staring at the ground, I finally managed to mutter...
"I cant do it"
All this got me was another hit with the rifle, and a spat remark from the disgusted soldier.
" Remember scum, you show us or we kill that little girlfriend of yours"
They were talking about Janna. The mention of her name made me think back to the last time I saw her. We were sat messing about, as kids do. I wasn't in love with her, but i was the closest to that i could of been at that tender age. I promised her I'd never leave her, and to be fair I didn't. Being dragged away unconscious by two stormtroopers isn't what I would call leaving.
Next thing I know, I blacked out. Exactly how long for I'm not sure, but I do know that when I regained sight, the bodies of the children and their protector were lying humped in a corner, with looks of terror on their faces. I looked down at my hands, still in shock that I was the one that had done this. Dropping myself to my knees, I began to beat the ground, as if hitting it hard enough would make what i did disappear. It didn't. The Stormtrooper to my right then patted me on my shoulder, the first piece of affection I had received in a long time.
" You did the right thing, lad" He soothed
I didn't want his affection, I wanted revenge for my torture, for my family, for my village, and for these people. Before the soldier had time to counter, I punched him hard in the gut. The impact made him wheeze and fall to his knees, where I again hit him, this time in the face. He collapsed, possibly unconscious, but I did'nt stop there. I grabbed his head and locked my arm around it. The other soldiers, then realising what was happening, rushed over to pull me away. Too late. Just as I was pulled away, I pulled the soldiers head, round like a corkscrew. I heard it give way with a very satisfying snap, and then let go. The soldiers grabbed me and pinned me to the ground, why a medic ran over to help the soldier. Last thing I saw of him was him being carried away on a stretcher, I don't know if he survived. One of the soldiers hit me with his rifle, knocking me out cold.
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I woke up in what seemed to be a medial room. I sat up and shook my head, at which point a soldier walked over to me and knelt down.
"Welcome back kid"
We then sat and talked for what must of been hours. Me wanting to simply die for what I had done, and the soldier trying to give logical reasons. I was filled in on why the soldiers were at that village. It was a terrorist village, that had been attacking civilian vehicles for a while, and had pushed it too far when they attacked the military base. It made me feel better, and so did the fact that my village wasn't harmed, and they were all staying here in the dormitories.
I was convinced to join the stormtroopers, probably from their constant appraises and power of authority. I stayed in the dormitories for a few months, before going toward the main army base. I made my first steps to that libarian sat at the counter...
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