Davik Haize
misguided stars
|| BACKGROUND ||
Name: Davik Haize [pronounced: Dah-vek High-zɛ]
Alias(es): None as of yet
Birthplace: Outer Rim
Force Sensitive: Yes
|| PHYSICAL PROFILE ||
Species: Human
Age: Mid-twenties
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0 ft
Weight: 200 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Raven
Skin: Fair
|| SOCIAL INFORMATION ||
Rank(s): Warden of the Sky
Allegiance(s): His code | Spacer Guild of the High Republic [loosely]
Language(s): Several
|| PERSONALITY ||
Brooding, emotionally volatile; driven by duty and fiercely protective of others, especially of those who remind him of his past. Deep down desires for belonging, but firmly rejects authority; a cynical idealist who secretly wants to believe in a better galaxy.
|| HISTORY ||
Space is a cruel mistress. As cruel as fate. Intertwined together, they tell the tale of Davik Haize.
A war orphan of the Outer Rim, witnessing his parents’ suffocation to death in the cold void of space, he was taken up under the care of a small Jedi enclave after being discovered as a force-sensitive. Believing he was the child of an ancient, cryptic prophecy, the Jedi toiled hard to teach the boy the ways of the Force, the path of the Jedi.
Alas, to no avail. Volatile with emotions, unbridled and raw to the core, Haize never reached even the rank of Padawan. Fearful of what may become of him should he be taught to harness the Force, he was exiled.
Haize spent the next years embittered, traversing the stars as a racer, pilot, or mechanic. His employment was often cut short after throwing hands with a co-worker. Life hardly had a purpose until he was picked up under the wing of Waylon of Arkanis, a Warden of the Sky.
His mentor trained him, gave him meaning and, in essence, raised him. An untimely death, riddled with mystery, left Haize alone once more and haunted with survivor’s guilt and an unsettled past.
|| SKILLS, ABILITIES, STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES ||
Skills and Abilities: Unarmed Combat, Piloting, Mechanic, Very basic instinctive astrogation
Strengths: Determination, Risk-taking, Headstrong
Weaknesses: Reckless, Temperamental, Individualistic, walks a tightrope on the edge of the light side of the Force, Warden of the Sky-level of Force abilities (meaning: FU-lite)
|| INVENTORY ||
The Duchess, a banged-up spacer trash but modified Kom'rk-class fighter/transport
Skip, a small, hovering slicer droid
|| RELATIONSHIPS ||
6’0 feet tall, btw.
Name: Davik Haize [pronounced: Dah-vek High-zɛ]
Alias(es): None as of yet
Birthplace: Outer Rim
Force Sensitive: Yes
|| PHYSICAL PROFILE ||
Species: Human
Age: Mid-twenties
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0 ft
Weight: 200 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Raven
Skin: Fair
|| SOCIAL INFORMATION ||
Rank(s): Warden of the Sky
Allegiance(s): His code | Spacer Guild of the High Republic [loosely]
Language(s): Several
|| PERSONALITY ||
Brooding, emotionally volatile; driven by duty and fiercely protective of others, especially of those who remind him of his past. Deep down desires for belonging, but firmly rejects authority; a cynical idealist who secretly wants to believe in a better galaxy.
|| HISTORY ||
Space is a cruel mistress. As cruel as fate. Intertwined together, they tell the tale of Davik Haize.
A war orphan of the Outer Rim, witnessing his parents’ suffocation to death in the cold void of space, he was taken up under the care of a small Jedi enclave after being discovered as a force-sensitive. Believing he was the child of an ancient, cryptic prophecy, the Jedi toiled hard to teach the boy the ways of the Force, the path of the Jedi.
Alas, to no avail. Volatile with emotions, unbridled and raw to the core, Haize never reached even the rank of Padawan. Fearful of what may become of him should he be taught to harness the Force, he was exiled.
Haize spent the next years embittered, traversing the stars as a racer, pilot, or mechanic. His employment was often cut short after throwing hands with a co-worker. Life hardly had a purpose until he was picked up under the wing of Waylon of Arkanis, a Warden of the Sky.
His mentor trained him, gave him meaning and, in essence, raised him. An untimely death, riddled with mystery, left Haize alone once more and haunted with survivor’s guilt and an unsettled past.
|| SKILLS, ABILITIES, STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES ||
Skills and Abilities: Unarmed Combat, Piloting, Mechanic, Very basic instinctive astrogation
Strengths: Determination, Risk-taking, Headstrong
Weaknesses: Reckless, Temperamental, Individualistic, walks a tightrope on the edge of the light side of the Force, Warden of the Sky-level of Force abilities (meaning: FU-lite)
|| INVENTORY ||
The Duchess, a banged-up spacer trash but modified Kom'rk-class fighter/transport
Skip, a small, hovering slicer droid
|| RELATIONSHIPS ||
6’0 feet tall, btw.
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