Author: Calen. Posted At: 12/04/2007 at 07:18 AM
Name: Calen Dae
Age: 17
Appearance: Perhaps most prominent of Calen’s features is the immediately noticeable headband secured fit around his eyes, amid locks of pale hair. Like most of his species, Calen lacks a physically functioning set of eyes and cannot see through any other means than the native ability by which he is inherently accustomed to; the force. Aside from that, Calen’s traditional dress is primarily consistent of loose robes, often dyed black with a complimentary red around the waist. These colors often have to be chosen for him however as, like the rest of his kind, Calen cannot distinguish amidst colors. As such, he has taken pre-emptively to directing clothiers to matching his current dress as close as they can.
Race: Miraluka
History: Born on his species home world of Apheridies, a planet native to the Abron system and nestled in the northern quadrant of the Expansion Region, Calen had known little of the vast mysteries beyond his own home. His parents, as many Miraluka at the time were well-involved in agriculture, quite satisfied with their daily actitivities of gently guiding and cultivating crops and a myriad of other plant life to a mature state through their almost intimate connection and reliance upon the Force.
Simplistically entertained as a child should be for the majority of his life, content just discovering and interacting with his local surroundings, making friends on simple bases such as who he was seated next to in class, to who he met at the playground, Calen cycled through the basic stages of life as one would expect a child to. However, as fate would have it and the Force would dictate it, Calen was one of the few youths, or much rather, one of the few of the population to eventually hit a distinct wall somewhere around the age of sixteen. He began to become otherwise bored and disinterested in what had become a mundane and unsatisfactory lifestyle for himself.
Perhaps it was due to the lack of true reinforcement his parents had found it unnecessary to place upon not getting what one wanted out of life, but much rather wanting what he had. It had always been their assumption that he would merely acquire the flow from those around him, much as they had felt they had done in their younger days. Alas they were wrong and Calen became a problem, not only in behavior, but in overall emotional construct. He became agitated easily, often aggressive in response to subjects he had no interest in. Often times he would often be found relentlessly interested and focused upon a singular subject, only to move on from it a short period later and rarely seem to show interest for that previously subject again.
Concerned, his parents had him repeatedly examined with no improvement in his mood, behavior, or actual stance on life. The only observation they could make was that Calen seemed to be an outcast, content with drifting from subject-to-subject. It was like he couldn’t find his place or fit in things.
This was only the start of their problems before Calen began to eventually prod into things most would appeal to be… dangerous. By this one would mean the Force itself.
Experimentation.
Research.
Outright abuse.
Things were beginning to become a serious problem not only for Calen’s parents, but for others and it would eventually gain attention with the province officials themselves quite easily. After all, hardly anybody disturbed the relative balance of things on Apheridies. It was unheard of.
In an unfortunate turn of events, Calen was eventually registered for exile, deemed too dangerous an existence on his own planet, the planet’s planetary council fearing a repeat of previous history in likeness to that of their past home world of Katarr. Much too peaceful a people for speculatory-based execution of the Death Penalty, Calen was banished to the aforementioned abandoned colony of which the Miraluka feared would be their destiny if they allowed him to remain on their planet.
Amidst the debris and ruins of the planet’s previous occupation, Calen wondered, uncovering intensely interesting histories involving not only his own species, but of events long past and long unheard of. In particular of these uncovered subjects, the young Miraluka was almost completely absorbed in the intricacies of the planet’s eventful demise and the extinction of its population.
Jedi…
Sith…
The Force…
A mere look at his trembling hand was all the incentive the near-human needed as he sat in the glow of the dust and stench ridden terminal’s monitor. It had still functioned and was a testament to his species potential for production. Even more astounding than the terminals contest to time itself for Calen however, was the desire for which he had sparked. Exploration was abound, as was discovery and adventure into an art his people had actually feared. That word, it intrigued him.
Fear…
It sent shivers down his spine and enticed him with its existence. It was like wondering when his given preservations of food would run out or whether he would die here. Unlike his people, Calen was not afraid, he was only intrigued. Intrigued by what could come and what could be.
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