Darek Sjaa
Deus Vult
Name: Darek Sjaa
Age: 21
Species: Human
Height: 6'1
Weight:176lbs
Faction: First Order
Rank:Sgt
Occupation:Sniper
Civilian Occupation: Farmer
Force Sensitive: No
Strengths: Level headed under fire, superior marksman
Weaknesses: Uneducated, mouth filter is mostly off
Darek was born in a manner that resembled the way it had been done in the millennia before Avalonia had joined the rest of the civilized galaxy in faster than light travel. His parents had sat beneath lamps that flickered with burning animal fat as the local medicine man pulled him from his mother while speaking in the ancient ways. As a child he was taught proper reverence for his clan, his kin, and his God as his parents had. As the son of a farmer he was taught the trade of one and was expected to carry on the path that God had laid before them. Years were spent turning a boy into a man worthy of the respect of the community and admiration of his fellows. The days were long, the winters hard, and the fates not always merciful; but for the first eighteen years of his life Darek was relatively content.
Their community continued on as it always had as the Galactic wheels turned ever onward. Planet control had shifted hands and they barely noticed beyond the words of a few traders and those who left the village on occasion to venture into the cities. Darek took note but continued to farm alongside his father until he himself found a wife, as was local tradition. Until a strange illness took to the land, causing the village's crops to fail and water to burn. The normally isolationist villagers turned to the nearest city in a plea for aid, the request for which went up the Chain of Command before reaching someone who could do something about it. A burly man in a pressed uniform accompanied the relief and academic types sent by the First Order to fix the village's issue. He spoke confidently to the young men in town about service in something far larger than their little hamlet. Told grand tales of glory and adventure. Darek found himself fascinated with the chance to prove himself to his God and a nation he'd until that day barely considered himself a part of. After consulting his father, who believed enlisting could help him gain both funds for the family and honor to their name, Darek enlisted in the Stormtrooper Corp (The only decision made known to the backwater villagers by the recruiter) and was sent to one of the world's Training Centers for instructor. The youth found himself being bombarded with indocturnation into a world that he previously had rarely thought of. To Darek the physical activity reminded him of the daily grind at the farm and the ritualistic nature of military training reminded him of his religious commitment to his heritage. He graduated with largely standard marks but was selected for special evaluation due to his apparently natural marksmanship abilities.
Passing the evaluation and special training that followed had placed him within a niche group of troopers throughout the Corp. Over time his mind morphed to a larger focus of the universe and the Order's place in it while retaining the core values instilled in him as he traveled from world to world and fought skirmish to skirmish. Darek rose to the rank of Sergeant at the age of twenty one for his collected demenor and apparent ability to lead a small team of fellow troops into battle without getting them immediately killed.
Age: 21
Species: Human
Height: 6'1
Weight:176lbs
Faction: First Order
Rank:Sgt
Occupation:Sniper
Civilian Occupation: Farmer
Force Sensitive: No
Strengths: Level headed under fire, superior marksman
Weaknesses: Uneducated, mouth filter is mostly off
Darek was born in a manner that resembled the way it had been done in the millennia before Avalonia had joined the rest of the civilized galaxy in faster than light travel. His parents had sat beneath lamps that flickered with burning animal fat as the local medicine man pulled him from his mother while speaking in the ancient ways. As a child he was taught proper reverence for his clan, his kin, and his God as his parents had. As the son of a farmer he was taught the trade of one and was expected to carry on the path that God had laid before them. Years were spent turning a boy into a man worthy of the respect of the community and admiration of his fellows. The days were long, the winters hard, and the fates not always merciful; but for the first eighteen years of his life Darek was relatively content.
Their community continued on as it always had as the Galactic wheels turned ever onward. Planet control had shifted hands and they barely noticed beyond the words of a few traders and those who left the village on occasion to venture into the cities. Darek took note but continued to farm alongside his father until he himself found a wife, as was local tradition. Until a strange illness took to the land, causing the village's crops to fail and water to burn. The normally isolationist villagers turned to the nearest city in a plea for aid, the request for which went up the Chain of Command before reaching someone who could do something about it. A burly man in a pressed uniform accompanied the relief and academic types sent by the First Order to fix the village's issue. He spoke confidently to the young men in town about service in something far larger than their little hamlet. Told grand tales of glory and adventure. Darek found himself fascinated with the chance to prove himself to his God and a nation he'd until that day barely considered himself a part of. After consulting his father, who believed enlisting could help him gain both funds for the family and honor to their name, Darek enlisted in the Stormtrooper Corp (The only decision made known to the backwater villagers by the recruiter) and was sent to one of the world's Training Centers for instructor. The youth found himself being bombarded with indocturnation into a world that he previously had rarely thought of. To Darek the physical activity reminded him of the daily grind at the farm and the ritualistic nature of military training reminded him of his religious commitment to his heritage. He graduated with largely standard marks but was selected for special evaluation due to his apparently natural marksmanship abilities.
Passing the evaluation and special training that followed had placed him within a niche group of troopers throughout the Corp. Over time his mind morphed to a larger focus of the universe and the Order's place in it while retaining the core values instilled in him as he traveled from world to world and fought skirmish to skirmish. Darek rose to the rank of Sergeant at the age of twenty one for his collected demenor and apparent ability to lead a small team of fellow troops into battle without getting them immediately killed.
