Okay this is my new (and hopefully improved) bio. I didn't even impress myself with the previous one, and compared to others mine was very short. So here we go.
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Full Name: Kanderin Azalar Draken
Age: 25
Hair: Jet black and short, occasionally shoulder height
Eyes: Blue, but tinge red when angered
Build: Tall but small. Surprisingly strong though
Distinguishing features: Large scar across left eye, and a tribal tattoo across right forearm.
Skills: -Hand to hand combat, particularly karate
-Incredibly accurate with a weapon
Background
I never knew my parents. I was abandoned at a very young age, in the caves near Mos Eisley. All that was left of my identity was a small note, which read 'Its too dangerous for us to keep this child, please look after him'. I spent a week alone in that cold, wet and smelly cave before I was found. The woman that found me was a Twi-lek by the name of Shara. She was on her way to Mos Eisley, but stopped when she noticed my cradle. She took me with her into the Blue Moon Bar, past the rude and vile creatures that drank their life away there, and into a small room behind the counter.
Shara turned out to be part of a mercenary group, fighting for the town's freedom from the oppressive (or so I was told) regime of the Empire. I was taught to fight not long after I learnt to walk. I could kill a man with my bare hands easier than completing a simple sum. I was planning on staying with the group for my entire life, so there was no need for my tutoring. I was taught how to fight, how to run, and advanced gymnastics. By the time I was 5 I could jump to the roof of a single storey building, outrun a full-grown man, and dazzle an opponent with speed.
For the next 10 years, I got stronger, and even faster. It was on my 15th birthday that Shara took me with her on a raid. I remember it like it was yesterday. We met in the sewers leading out of the town. There was me, Shara, and 3 other men. The first was called Ardal. He was the tallest of us, and by far the strongest. His head was bald and his eyes black, like a security guard at the Empire's headquarters. He boasted that he could rip a corp soldier in half with his bare hands, which from past experiences I would believe. The second man looked completely out of place beside Ardal. He resembled a rat, tiny and very weedy. His name was Dante (impressive name for a pathetic individual). But what Dante lacked in power, he more than made up for in speed. Dante was an expert thief, could steal your clothes without you even noticing. The last man I can't quite remember. Probably because he never spoke. He always sat in the corner, his entire body covered by a black robe. He only ever spoke when it was vital, which made me very suspicious of him. Strangely the others trusted him with their lives. A mistake they would never forget.
Another group of mercenaries were required to attack the first scout group they saw, thus creating a diversion for us, to creep right underneath them. We sat in that rancid sewer for what must have been hours, before we heard blaster shots up above, our signal to move. Shara sprung up from next to me, silently signalled to the rest of us to follow, and ran down the path. We ran for a few miles, before stopping at a ladder leading up to a sewer grate. Sharla signalled us up to the surface. We all went up, one by one until it was my turn, at which point Sharla grabbed me by the hand and brought me close to her face.
" Listen, if anything happens to me, I want you to stick with the group, forget about me." She commanded
"What if the entire group get caught?"
"Then you run, as far and as fast as you can. Don't look back. Head back to the bar, Irvine will shelter you"
I nodded and turned away up the ladder, I didn't want her to see my tears. We reached the top of the ladder and I surveyed where we were. Our calculations were perfect; we were just inside the security gate. Dante popped out of the grate first, he kept low and sprinted to the barracks wall, closely followed by Ardal. Ardal then pulled out a blaster rifle, and searched the camp plaza for soldiers. On finding nothing, he signalled myself, Sharla and the masked man over. We took caution as we jogged over to the next building past Ardal and Dante: There was no way of being sure it was clear. Sharla dropped to her knees and checked the map.
"This is it," She whispered, pointing at the building her back was against. She then nodded at Ardal and pointed. He ran over to beside us, and then performed a swat turn past the doorway. He signalled the all clear, and Dante ran in. I looked through the window into the room. It looked like a storage room, lined with cabinets. Dante was busy going through every cabinet, with the occasional groan or shake of the head. He searched about 5 before stopping at one and smiling. He pulled out a jar full of some green substance, and put it in his satchel. I then asked Sharla, who had joined me at the window, what it was.
"Ill tell you later, it's not the time"
I accepted this answer and nodded. Our team then assembled around the doorway, and Ardal directed us back to the sewer grate. We ran in a line, occasionally pausing at the edge of buildings to check for soldiers, until we got to the sewer grate. The masked man then stopped and put his hand into his cloak.
" Stop in the name of the Empire!" he cried, pulling a blaster out and pointing it at us. At this cry, about ten soldiers appeared out of every hole in the complex, guns pointed at us. We did not hesitate in throwing our hands into the air, and dropping any weapons we had with us.
The masked man than moved towards us, searching us for any concealed weapons.
" You scum, we trusted you" Shouted Ardal as he was searched. The man simply grinned, and carried on with the search. He carried on down the line past Dante and Sharla, and then came to me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I spat in his face. He lunged at me, knocking me down with a haymaker to the jaw. He turned to the soldiers.
"Kill the boy, and take the rest to the cells." He spat. Ardal screamed a 'Noooooo!' at the soldiers, lunging at the nearest one, shattering his armour with a punch. Dante then followed, tripping up the one next to him.
"Run!" shouted Ardal, battling off 3 soldiers that had grabbed him. Sharla grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sewer grate. She went first, closely followed by me. I had one last glance at the battle. I wish I hadn't. Dante had just been shot in the head, and Ardal stabbed in the chest just as I saw him. He took one last look at me, and then collapsed on the floor.
Sharla grabbed my foot and yanked me down to the sewer bottom. We then both ran, as fast as we could back to the bar. We gained about one hundred metres before we heard blaster shots bouncing off the walls behind us. Sharla changed direction and I followed. We jumped up to a market place in one leap, startling a group of wookie children as we appeared. We set off darting around the men and women at the stalls. We quickly lost our pursuers. Once the coast was clear, Sharla and I hid down a back alley to catch our breath. She then led me back to the bar, and straight through to the back room. Its there I gave in to my emotions, collapsed and cried at Sharla's feet.
"There, there" she soothed, patting me on the back.
" But why did they do it! Why did they sacrifice themselves to save us!" I screamed at her.
"I don't know Kanderin" was all she managed to say, before covering her own face from me.
I sat and cried for a few more minutes, before what seemed to be a rebel commander and a few soldiers barged in.
" Well? Did you get it?" The commander asked excitedly
Sharla jumped to her feet and brushed herself down, before telling him..
"No, we lost it when the fire fight started, including Ardal and Dante."
The soldier didn't take it well; he turned and thumped the wall with such force the whole building shook.
" You stupid girl! Do you realise how many men we lost creating that diversion!"
"I'm, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened, I guess we panicked. It wont happen again."
The commander patted her on the shoulder, before soothing the words
" Your right, it won't".
He thumped her in the chest, and she fell back to her knees. He pulled a blaster out of his belt and shot her three times in the chest. I screamed and dived at the man. He saw me coming and grabbed my shirt. I tried to kick out at him, but he threw me to the wall, knocking me unconscious.
I woke up a few hours later, with my head thumping as if someone was hitting it with a sledgehammer. I thought over what had happened in the last 2 or 3 hours, and then saw Sharla's body on the floor, that look of horror on her face. I didn't cry, id done enough of that today already. Instead I wanted revenge. The Empire was not evil; it was the rebels that were the real bad guys. Id been working on the wrong side all along. Not anymore I thought.
I grabbed whatever belongings I had and rammed them into a sack. I then hoisted it up over my shoulder, and picked Sharla up onto my other shoulder. I took her outside the city walls and buried her, in the same cave she found me in. I scratched a farewell message into the wall, and then left. I walked back into the city and straight to the Storm trooper Camp wall. I rang the buzzer and was met by a soft receptionist voice.
"Yes?"
" I would like to enrol in the Storm trooper Corps" I Replied&
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Ok that's it. I hope you all like it, but don't hold back on your comments.
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War is simply a big game of dodgeball. You hit the opponent before they hit you, but you'll end up with much more than just a nosebleed, especially when your staring down my barrel.....
Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X