Name: Dae'hir
Age: mid to late 30's
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Courscant
Rank: none
Physical Profile: Athletic
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 70kg
Hair Color: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Build: Lean
Marks: none distinguishable
Weapon(s) of Choice *********** (purely from an RP view)
Other Weapons: Double-bladed Lightsaber
Personality: To be revealed.
Biography:
Part One: To the Temple
Dae’hir was born to an unremarkable family, just one of thousands trying
to forge a living during a rough economic period on the capital world
of Courscant. Dae’hir’s father, a minor political figure worked
seemingly all the time, especially during Dae’hir’s youth as he was born
during the conflict between the Republic and the Sith empire. The only
up side was that he lived close to the Jedi temple.
He and his friends would play ‘Jedi’, picking up long sticks and
mimicking the duels they sometimes spied the Jedi doing. They even
mimicked the buzzing sound of the lightsabers, laughing as the other
banged his stick into the others arm after sneaking past his defences.
Dae’hir never noticed but many of the young boys began to not want to
play this with Dae’hir that much, because he always seemed to start
winning and of course like any youngsters they’d begin to pout.
But Dae’hir loved this game and so, his mother would force his older
brother to indulge him. Despite the age and strength difference his much
older brother still had a hard time ‘beating up’ his younger brother
(and trust me, he really was trying, but to Dae’hir it was still just a
game and had no idea his brother was really trying to hit him...hard.
His laughter as he evaded another almost skull caving blow, only
infuriated his older brother all the more and causing Dae’hir jabs to
hit home more often, it was a vicious cycle, much to his brothers
chagin).
Unknown to Dae’hir a pair of eyes had been watching him. At first out of
curiosity at boys playing, but over time with more intent. The eyes
losing their curious look, to one of serious contemplation.
And so, one day while playing Jedi the same thing was happening, each
dodging the others attacks, jumping back spinning, making the buzzing
sounds. After a quick exchange they separated and had the commonplace
face off, measuring each other. Then his brother froze and lowered his
‘saber’. He stared over Dae’hir’s shoulder awestruck at what he saw.
Dae’hir’s smile left his face as he viewed his brothers and of course
knew that somebody was behind him. Still playing the game Dae’hir spun,
swinging his stick in a low arc intended to attack the lower leg of
whoever was behind him. Four legs quickly jumped up, avoiding the
attack. As Dae’hir finished his swing he took up his defensive position
with his back to his brother, facing whatever had been behind him. Like
his brother, Dae’hir’s jaw dropped and eyes widened. Facing him were two
Jedi. Real ones.
“You were right Padawan, he does have potential”
“Thank you Master”
“Come here boy” Dae’hir obeyed after making the buzzing sound of putting away a lightsaber.
“What is your name?”
“Dae’hir Master” he piped enthusiastically
“I am not your master Dae’hir” his stern response wiping the smile from Dae’hir’s face and causing him to bow his head.
Seeing his obvious disappointment “Well, not yet, we shall see young
one” causing Dae’hir to look back at the Jedi Master with some hope
returning.
“My brother is to be a Jedi?” He was both surprised and kinda happy, now
he won’t have to play Jedi anymore. But his initial smile quickly
vanished as he realised in the future, he’ll never be able to beat up
his brother.
“Maybe, where do you live. We need to discuss this with your parents”
“My son is to be a Jedi?” His father beamed. He thought only of how this
will now further his political career. My son is a Jedi...wow, that
will carry a lot of weight with his political superiors. “Of course he
can go”
“But” His mother, of course interjecting “I can see him?”
“Sorry mi’lady, but that will not be possible for awhile, he will need
to focus on his training and not with the emotional entanglements of
family”
Dae’hir was just smiling from ear to ear, having no idea what was really
being said, only picking up that he was going to the temple. All he
could see was the glow of a real lightsaber in his hand with it’s own
humm. “I won’t need to make buzzing sounds anymore” he whispered to his
brother smiling. His brother just whacked Dae’hir’s head. “What was that
for?” “Cause after today, I won’t ever be able to do it again” For all
their fighting, his brother really was sad and even moreso because he
knew Dae’hir had no idea the enormity of what was about to happen. He
was losing his brother today. He ran out, before anybody could see the
tears forming. Dae’hir confused, looked around, his mother’s head was
bowed, his father smiling and looking at nothing in particular, the Jedi
Master still talking something to his parents. Only the Padawan was
looking at him, studying him. Dae’hir locked eyes with the Jedi. The
Jedi gave him a slight smile and nod and Dae’hir’s dream became true.
His mother held him tightly, kissing him over and over. He father
smiling patted him on the back “Be a great Jedi son! HA, my son’s a
Jedi”
“Not yet sir, we shall see” but the Jedi Master’s comments truly fell on
deaf ears as Dae’hir’s father began having his own dreams.
“Let’s go Dae’hir and we shall show you your new home”
With the awe of discovery Dae’hir passed through what he previously had only ever seen from a distance.
The great doors of the Jedi Temple.
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