Daymont Thorne
Character
Daymont Thorne
NAME: Daymont ‘Day’ Thorne
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Echani
AGE: Mid Twenties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6.2ft
WEIGHT: 220
EYES: Silver
HAIR: White
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
Combat Expert: Trained in the Echani Martial Arts since a young age, Daymont has become incredibly skilled, possessing a fighting ability on par with, if not superior to, average Echani.
Intelligent: Schooled by the best tutors money could buy, Daymont exhibits heightened intelligence following his expensive education. Matters of history, politics, art and sciences are easily absorbed by him.
Deceptive: In addition to his schooling in matters of history, politics, and what have you, Daymont has been taught the art of Lying. He is incredibly skilled at deception, able to hide murderous intent behind a friendly smile. Unfortunately, for those who know of this skill it can be hard to know if Daymont is truly your friend or an enemy in disguise.
Opportunistic: Due to his combat focused training as well as being taught the art of deception, Dayton has become adept at spotting and then taking advantage of opportunities, both in combat and during social interactions.
Persistent: A childhood of imposed struggle and hardship has helped form Daymont into a man of persistence. If he seeks something he will not stop until it is within his grasp, or so far outside of his grasp that to continue would mean certain death.
Proud: Unfortunately, Daymont has developed a strong sense of pride owing to his upbringing and race. He is a posh, sometimes snarky individual when it comes to other races.
Dismissive: Daymont has become dismissive when it comes to other people and their issues. He is of a one track mind most of the time, seeking only to fulfill his goal. During missions and when he has a larger goal in mind, he will choose to abandon lives if saving them endangers the mission even slightly.
Cruel: To those who may find themselves Daymont’s enemy he may show an extreme level of cruelty. No kindness, mercy, or quarter may be given to his enemies unless they further his goals, and he may intentionally prolong suffering if his opponents survival is desired. You would not rise to face Daymont again.
Shallow: Daymont has become accustomed to the finer things in life. Exquisite food, fashionable clothing, and prestigious lodgings are a must for Daymont. Because of his refined tastes, he tends to find those who make do with less very distasteful.
APPEARANCE:
Daymont possesses attractive features one would find common in Echani. White hair combed backwards with silver eyes and a chiseled jaw, Daymont could be considered attractive by most people’s standards. Standing at 6’2 with a weight of 220, Daymont is lean with some muscle tone. Due to fights he’s gotten in with siblings or peers, his body has more than a few scars on it though the most recent is several years old at this point. His face, however, remains free of any deformities.
AudioDiary
Recording
Hello, whoever is listening to this. Heh. Maybe it’s just me. Listening to my story again. Well... I’m making this just in case I ever become a person of note in the galaxy and people desire to know more about me. Or maybe...maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll live a good, boring life. Marry a good woman, father some children, live and die with the galaxy never knowing my name. If that’s the case, then this recording is for you, children. To hear where your father came from. To hear his story as it happened, not a subpar retelling when I’m old and decaying. I guess if I hope to tell any story before I’m old and decaying I should just start, instead of continue droning on.
Part One: My family.
It will, or at least should, come as no surprise that I was born on Eshan some twenty-something odd years ago to Calanthi and Stardan Thorne. I am one of eight children, and the only son of my mother and father that I am aware of. I was the fourth child of the eight. My name, Daymont, comes from my mother, Calanthi’s own father Daymont. It is, supposedly, a reference to our clan motto: Promise To Defend The Sunrise. My name is...supposed to imply my dedication to ensuring the next day comes. That we all see tomorrow. Nobody ever calls me by my full name at any rate. I am called Day by most people. By most people I mean my family.. A pet name, or it’s just more convenient than Daymont I am unsure. Oh here I go rambling again. This part isn’t even about me it’s about the family.
My mother, Calanthi, is a sight to behold. By far and large the most accomplished combatant I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness. A skill she passed down to all my sisters.
My father, Stargan on the other hand, passed down a shrewd tactical mind. While a skilled fighter in his own right, he paled in comparison to mother. However, he always planned sixteen moves ahead. Devising a solution to any problem or attack that may arise. Smart. Strong. Both of them. Good foundations. Good genes. They passed their strengths on to my siblings and I.
My sisters...the combat prowess of mother and the tactical genius of father. They certainly made growing up a challenge. No matter how hard I trained, how much I studied, I could never quite be the equal of my sisters for much of my childhood. Good, solid Echani. Efficient in every way. Despite how much they bested me as children I could not be prouder to have them as family.
As I said I grew up on Eshan in my family’s Estate. A nice home. Not modest by any means, but quaint for what it was. Big enough to house my immediate family and some aunts and uncles along with their children. We lived on a street filled with others who shared the name Thorne. A nice community. Unified. Strong. As good a place as any on Eshan. I was never without children my age to train with. Compete against. A good, solid foundation for a family. One I hope to begin my own on...hmm.
Part Two: My childhood.
I had an upbringing typical of Echani. Nothing spectacular to write about. Days were filled with schooling and training. Nights were filled with training and training. It was challenging, at times. But never once would I break. Never once would I ask for mercy. Not from mother, father, or my sisters. Strength. Perseverance. These were the qualities instilled in me during training. You rose to your feet. You fought until you were unable to stand, or victory was yours. The many pains were lessons. And I am quite learned by now. When I wasn’t in the Dojo I was in the classroom learning history, politics, math, science. I practiced art, I learned the piano, I was taught how to maneuver the many facets of life. I was made the best I could possibly be both physically and mentally.
An upbringing worthy of the name Echani.
I continued with my rigorous routines for most of my life with very little variations aside from social functions we were invited to. It was here I honed my social skills. The art of conversation isn’t as much a requirement on Eshan as it is elsewhere in the galaxy, among others. Yet I dedicated time to master it. I knew, even then, that I wouldn’t live on Eshan forever. And if I was to leave, I should be sure I could efficiently communicate amongst the locals of whatever civilization I happened upon.
Part Three: My Adventures.
It wasn’t long after my eighteenth birthday that it was decided it was time for me to leave. I could defeat my sisters five out of ten times, I knew of our culture, our heritage, and I could hold conversation with anyone that stand before me. I had learned all that I could at the time. And I had to depart. Progression lay among the stars.
I journeyed into the far reaches of the Galaxy. The quiet places in the dark corners where I learned. Where I continued to train, become faster, stronger. I...regrettably lived in squalor for a time. Learning how the average being existed. I quickly discovered, or rather confirmed, my superiority to most of these creatures. I felled most with hardly an effort. I never sought out a fight. None of them were worth it. But I responded when challenged. And any who survived...they knew better than to challenge me again. And they told their friends as much.
It was in these environments that I continued to grow. For...six years? Seven years? Eight? However long. I’ve been gone. No contact with my family, by design. My pilgrimage is over, and I return home a better Echani. Worthy of the name. Worthy of the promise to defend the sunrise.
Now, I am on my way. And eagerly await my reunion.
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AudioDiary.
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