Daniel Imura
Enter snowman
The edges of his vision were on fire. Hell, everything was on fire. Daniel took in his surroundings as best as he could, but it was a little difficult, as he was currently in blade-lock with a rather scrawny brunette man in his twenties. With heavy force, he pressed into the man with his lightsaber, which, surprise surprise, was on fire and dripping molten lava. Then, without warning, he was flung onto his back by an invisible wall. His opponent followed up with slamming his own blade onto him, but Daniel rolled out of the way in time to avoid becoming split in two. Coming up onto his feet once more, he expertly dodged a swipe from the orange blade and followed up with a horizontal stroke of his own, which was blocked just in time. The two sparred like this for what seemed like ages, until the other man finally seemed to grab the upper hand, forcing Daniel to the edge of the lava bank. He lost his balance, fell, and screamed as his vision was filled with the molten liquid.
"Whoah!" Daniel sprung up from his bed in an instant, putting his hands up, ready to freeze anyone in a ten foot radius, but nobody was there. Just himself in an empty room. Sighing to himself, he sat back down at the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands for a moment before raking his hair back in frustration. Yet another memory of Morna. An unfortunate side-effect of being a clone of him, Daniel frequently had memory flashes of his life. He'd been able to control it during the day mostly, but they still plagued him at night, especially the particularly sensitive ones. 'What kind of man was he?', Daniel wondered, not for the first time. Sometimes the thought crept into his mind, but mostly he just wanted it to leave him alone, so he could make his own mark on the galaxy, instead of trying to live up to his predecessor's. After several minutes, he rose finally and dressed, heated up a quick breakfast, and headed out the door. Once outside, he looked up and blinked in annoyance at the sun glaring down at him. Slept in, once again. Scratching the back of his head for a moment, he set about walking down the sidewalk, in whatever direction the morning would take him. Usually, he found doing this often ran him into some interesting situations, hopefully today was as fruitful.