The Broken
The Prideful Broken Warrior
Name: Deius Koman’na
Race: Human
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5.8” ft
Weight: 70 kg
Eyes: Gold/Red
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Pale
Force Sensitive: Undiscovered
Strengths:
Resilient and tenacious
Alley Brawler
Dancer's grace
Weaknesses:
Prideful
Fearless
Broken Emotionally
Appearance:
Spiked up hair whenever not wearing his armor. A fondness for darker color schemes but does showcase a great interest with golden colors and often wears such clothing whenever not on a job or simply lounging around in his home.
Biography:
The circumstances of his birth might never be known, even his caretakers knew nothing of where Deius came from or how he came to be. Classified as yet another orphan of war, the child grew among other orphaned children. The Mandalorian Clan responsible were a small and mysterious group by and large from any other Clan, the Tm'halk. Regardless of their status among the rest of the Clans, they understood the toll of countless wars and battles may lead and sought to foster those orphaned and to properly raise the next generation of Mandalorians.
Deius silently stood by the way side, never truly becoming his own until one moment that changed his life. It had been a slow burn that finally removed the majority of his inhibitions but it all started when a young member of the Tm'Halk grew close and both slowly formed a big and small brother relation. Up to this point, much of the effort of Deius' caretakers were for everyone and never gave enough attention to any singular child unless provoked by special circumstances. Force Sensitivity and the more Inventive children often took center stage.
Not for this particular new brother of Deius, and after nearly a year of fostering this relationship and learning to fight and the motto "Always keep swinging." His Older Brother perished during one of the battles the Mandalorian Empire. It was his duty after all, he explained to Deius before leaving. Leaving and never coming back.
Save for only his armor and weapons, the young orphaned Deius finally understood loss. He never experienced what it was to have parents, and could never fully understand the concept of loss of something he never had or experienced. At least until that moment. The clan leaders explained to Deius that the armor and weapons of his brothers now belonged to him, apparently it was his last wish and it would only be right for such transfer of items.
With no one to talk to about the loss as openly as he could had been with his lost older brother, Deius settled to simply nodding and agreeing with whatever his elders or caretakers said to simply have them leave him alone. Deius instead confided his feelings to the armor and sword of his late brother, whenever alone he would speak words of anger and tearful goodbyes to the inanimate objects.
Years passed and his old facade of meekness broke away, burnt and turned into ash, Deius smiled crookedly and his eyes gleamed with anger and greed. Proudly, the child turned into an aggressive young man with little care for those around him that had nothing to offer. Of all those orphans that grew up and were asked if they wished to join the Clan that took care of them, all but Deius stayed. For him, he looked outwards and wanted to leave for different parts of the galaxy.
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