[hoping to get a DM look at it for approval for a Male Dathomir "Witch"]
Born as a Male to the Singing Mountain Clan on the Planet Dathomir, Like any other male he was inferior to the women of the planet. He was like one of the few who wished to resist. He did what he could to resist the orders of his mistresses. Almost put to death several times, he bears the scars of torture across his back, arms, and legs. Such has been his life. He earns no respect from the women and is not exactly the envy of the other males in the society.
A unique thing about him was that whatever chance he got, he studied the words and motions of the Warrior Women and could see their basic fighting forms and even the slightest hint of their magics. But for the most part, he was shoved off to work wherever he was needed leaving little time to learn what he wanted. The back-breaking labor and all the harshness of the beatings has hardened his body and mind. While he has lost knowledge by life as a slave on a blockaded world, he was strong. Had his attitude been different, he may have been selected as a mate.
Unlike the rest of his brotheren, he was sly and cunning. He often crept around the home of his mistress at night after escaping his hold by force, though keeping it silent. One night was special. He head the mistress speak with another warrior of the Laws. The laws of Allya clearly ringed in his ears:
Daughters of Allya.
Learn these words and learn them well, for they are the foundations that will increase your strength and keep you safe from harm.
Those who suffer emotion will never enjoy peace.
Those who choose ignorance will never know their own greatness.
Those who yield to passion will fail to dominate.
Those who fear death will never achieve pure power.
Never forget that your magic must always be used wisely.
Never concede to evil, lest you be consumed by it. Though the words ring in his ears and mind, he heard the word "Brother". Brothers of Allya. "I must stand strong" he though, though absorbed in his though he knocked a door. he was compromised. The two chased him, though allerted no others. He ran fast, too fast. He was unstoppable he thought, he thought for now and ignored the thought of capture. He ran simpley to run and as dawn came he was miles from the village of his slavers, the persuers gave up, "what is one man?", they figured in their heads, "he'll be dead soon enough". The village forgot him as swift as his feet carried him away. The men thought he was executed, the women didn't care.
It was a week past and he he was tired. He barely kept himself alive, living off whatever edible plants he could attain. To his sight, he saw a downed stormtrooper ship. It appeared to just be a recon ship big enough for some cargo and a small group of troopers. The ship was a Lambda and was heavy with cargo. The troopers were out of the shuttle and scouting the area. The reason for their landing was unimportant to him, or even the troopers themselves it seemed. He slipped past them easier then swatting a small insect on his arm.
After a while, the troopers returned and the shuttle made its way to coruscant. the trip took a day and that took its toll. He found a dark shroud in one of the crates and bore it. The shuttle landed on the civilian docking area and began to unload cargo. Again he managed to slip past the troopers and to his freedom on the planet. He stepped in with a group of arriving citizens who hadn't officially become citizens of the empire yet and he was accepted as a citizen. The process was easy if not for his name and home planet. He lied, claiming his home planet to be tatooine and his name he gave no last... he was urged and gave a random last name, Julan Cloudman. Little did he care if he had chosen a name that related to home, he would never use it.
His life on coruscant begins and his first goal is to aquire a ship.
[pending DM approval, ^.^ ,]
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:26 am
