Apache Rose
Character
Walking onto the casino floor would be akin to walking into a booze soaked madhouse. The alcoholic patrons were like patients in line to get dealt in, the ‘house’ was their doctor, providing prescriptions for a monstrous debt and loss of everything important. The casino floor was no place for anyone, yet they kept it under a guise of legal fun and free drinks, though in reality it was a slaughterhouse.
Most of their employees were teenagers or children, some of them tried to escape. Most of the time tough, the children were exposed to the madness at such a young age, stripped of any semblance of their former lives, any fragment of normal society was gone, instead replaced with young slaves. Some of them were forced to do simple chores or serve drinks, and some of them were chosen for more specific reasons, one such child was Apache Rose, or as he was formerly known, Sedonis Halex.
They named him Apache after a local legend on Ryloth about a young Human boy who fought off a rampant Rancor released on the planet with only a slingshot and his father’s hunting knife. The name Rose came from his peaceful attitude as such a young child. They played off of that tale and off of Sedonis’s natural dexterity and flexibility; they taught him how to spin poi, using the glowing orbs to tell the story of Apache and the Rancor through dance and gymnastics. They trapped the child within his own ego at such a young age that he had no idea what he was actually signed up for until it was too late.
After the young performing servant was old enough to understand the beast he had been fed to he was able to subtly manipulate the system, he was able to outsmart them and through non-violence and dedication to his art, Apache Rose was able to maintain sanity and a level head. The young gymnast decided to express his disdain for the establishment through his craft, spinning the poi and telling beautiful stories with his body, some of the patrons coming just for the teenage wonder. There was a fire kindling deep within him though, one that would sear his memory for all time to come.
Through the years Apache came to better his craft and his performances moved from just spinning to all sorts of displays of dexterity. The limber boy was taught how to manipulate his body in ways that most people would never understand, let alone wish to try. They pushed him to his limits, and in the end that was their downfall. It wasn’t until he was 21 that he first felt the tickle of a flame brush his skin, and that was the first time he tasted his true destiny. There was a preforming group of women called the Galactic Women’s Fine Society, it was a traveling troupe out to play at different venues for credits all across the galaxy, and it was them who first showed him the true art behind fire.
Apache, who had gone from a boy to a man in that very cesspit, had his first experience with art. He watched in amazement as they twirled the orbs of fire across their bodies, letting the sweat glisten their brow, playing the shadows off their shapely bodies, it was a true experience for Rose. After their performance Apache dreamed of learning to manipulate the fire in the same ways, and eventually those dreams came to fruition and the casino owner allowed him to learn to use fire in his act. It took him a few months but he eventually got the hang of it, practicing day in and day out.
It was after the first year that they allowed him to spin fire for the first time on the casino floor, it would also be the last time. The young dancer had been spinning the flaming orbs for a couple hours, he had felt the fire deep within his veins, filling his body with purpose and meaning, passions he had never felt before. It was fifteen minutes into his second act that he felt his body letting go, the chains started moving faster and faster, eventually the fire was just a blur over his body, the patrons watching in complete suspense. The feeling was the most powerful feeling the numbed performer had ever felt.
It was in that moment that something happened, the fire moved from the chains and spread to his body, dancing around his chest and face, tracing his features. The viewers watched in awe as he spun his body around, as though hypnotizing the crowd with his dance, the fire had soon made its way across his hands, though he seemed unknowing of what was happening. The only sign that things had gone horribly wrong were the deafening screams that were soon vaporized by fire, it had spread over the few seconds, engulfing the booze soaked matchbox.
Apache was lucky enough to get out before he was consumed too, but he was soon detained and arrested by the security officers, seeing as he had been the only one handling fire in the entire casino. That was how the non-violent twenty two year old found himself rotting in a jail cell, stuck there to repent for his sins for as long as they pleased.
@[member="Morna Imura"]
Most of their employees were teenagers or children, some of them tried to escape. Most of the time tough, the children were exposed to the madness at such a young age, stripped of any semblance of their former lives, any fragment of normal society was gone, instead replaced with young slaves. Some of them were forced to do simple chores or serve drinks, and some of them were chosen for more specific reasons, one such child was Apache Rose, or as he was formerly known, Sedonis Halex.
They named him Apache after a local legend on Ryloth about a young Human boy who fought off a rampant Rancor released on the planet with only a slingshot and his father’s hunting knife. The name Rose came from his peaceful attitude as such a young child. They played off of that tale and off of Sedonis’s natural dexterity and flexibility; they taught him how to spin poi, using the glowing orbs to tell the story of Apache and the Rancor through dance and gymnastics. They trapped the child within his own ego at such a young age that he had no idea what he was actually signed up for until it was too late.
After the young performing servant was old enough to understand the beast he had been fed to he was able to subtly manipulate the system, he was able to outsmart them and through non-violence and dedication to his art, Apache Rose was able to maintain sanity and a level head. The young gymnast decided to express his disdain for the establishment through his craft, spinning the poi and telling beautiful stories with his body, some of the patrons coming just for the teenage wonder. There was a fire kindling deep within him though, one that would sear his memory for all time to come.
Through the years Apache came to better his craft and his performances moved from just spinning to all sorts of displays of dexterity. The limber boy was taught how to manipulate his body in ways that most people would never understand, let alone wish to try. They pushed him to his limits, and in the end that was their downfall. It wasn’t until he was 21 that he first felt the tickle of a flame brush his skin, and that was the first time he tasted his true destiny. There was a preforming group of women called the Galactic Women’s Fine Society, it was a traveling troupe out to play at different venues for credits all across the galaxy, and it was them who first showed him the true art behind fire.
Apache, who had gone from a boy to a man in that very cesspit, had his first experience with art. He watched in amazement as they twirled the orbs of fire across their bodies, letting the sweat glisten their brow, playing the shadows off their shapely bodies, it was a true experience for Rose. After their performance Apache dreamed of learning to manipulate the fire in the same ways, and eventually those dreams came to fruition and the casino owner allowed him to learn to use fire in his act. It took him a few months but he eventually got the hang of it, practicing day in and day out.
It was after the first year that they allowed him to spin fire for the first time on the casino floor, it would also be the last time. The young dancer had been spinning the flaming orbs for a couple hours, he had felt the fire deep within his veins, filling his body with purpose and meaning, passions he had never felt before. It was fifteen minutes into his second act that he felt his body letting go, the chains started moving faster and faster, eventually the fire was just a blur over his body, the patrons watching in complete suspense. The feeling was the most powerful feeling the numbed performer had ever felt.
It was in that moment that something happened, the fire moved from the chains and spread to his body, dancing around his chest and face, tracing his features. The viewers watched in awe as he spun his body around, as though hypnotizing the crowd with his dance, the fire had soon made its way across his hands, though he seemed unknowing of what was happening. The only sign that things had gone horribly wrong were the deafening screams that were soon vaporized by fire, it had spread over the few seconds, engulfing the booze soaked matchbox.
Apache was lucky enough to get out before he was consumed too, but he was soon detained and arrested by the security officers, seeing as he had been the only one handling fire in the entire casino. That was how the non-violent twenty two year old found himself rotting in a jail cell, stuck there to repent for his sins for as long as they pleased.
@[member="Morna Imura"]
