Galvin D'jek

[Galvin D'jek]

"Cultists, 2 o'clock!" yelled Darryl. The enemy forces poured over the northeastern hills like a horde. Darryl swiveled his e-web turret to the right and opened fire. The handles bucked in his grasp as he mowed down his foes with blaster fire. Galvin's sniper rifle rang out across the field over and over again, downing foes left and right. The hill below the two lone troopers became a field of massacre. Bodies piled up as yet more enemies streamed into their field of view.

"Covering fire!" yelled Galvin, despite Darryl already giving as much fire as he could manage. Galvin ran down the hill, tossed a grenade and killed all of the zealots in one blow.

"I did it! I defeated them all!" yelled Galvin back to Darryl. Darryl abandoned his e-web, ran down the hill to his friend and yelled, "Nuh, uh! I killed so many more!" He then ran over and proceeded to kick the pine cone that had acted as Galvin's grenade.

"Ha ha! I saved your life and now you owe me!" goaded Galvin as he tossed his stick/make-believe-sniper-rifle to the side.

"Never!"

Their argument quickly devolved into a wrestling match that soon involved grabbing tufts of grass and shoving it down the back of each others' shirts.

"Galvin!" yelled Galvin's mother from the house. "It's dinner time!"

Galvin shoved Darryl off and ran in the house, yelling back, "Bye, Darryl!"

"Darryl! You're welcome to stay for dinner!"

"Thank you, Mrs. D'Jek!"

He went to grab another tuft of grass to surprise Galvin inside, but was immediately chided by the ever watchful mother, scolded to drop it immediately and get inside to wash up. Darryl became embarrassed and bashful very quickly and did what he was told.

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"How did you get that scar, Dad?" brazenly asked Galvin. Leave it to young Galvin to cut to the point without restraint. He was immediately shushed by his mother.

"Shush, Galvin! That's hardly dinner appropriate talk in front of guests," chided his mother.

"No, no, Darling, it's quite alright," replied Tomyon, Galvin's dad. His wife, Darla, was always worried about implications and giving respect and he loved her dearly for it. Tomyon personally found it best to appease a child's appetite for knowledge so they would be prepared sooner for the tougher aspects of life, sometimes to the chagrin of his loving wife.

"You see, son, our squad wasn't careful. The squad leader chose a fast and hard approach, but didn't plan for the ambush we found waiting for us. Some good men died and more were severely injured. That's why you never throw caution to the wind, Galvin, even if you think it will ensure victory. You have to know the field and all its pieces better than your enemy."

"One day, I'll become a soldier and then I'll make sure you don't ever get ambushed again, Dad!"

Tomyon quickly smiled, but it faded just as soon as it appeared on his face. He quickly exchanged an uneasy glance with Darla, whose face was draining of color ever so slightly. This inevitable subject had been one of the things that Darla definitely didn't want discussed until the kids were of age.

"Don't worry yourself none, Galvin. There will be plenty of time to worry about all that later. For that is a long ways away and you have more important things to think on...such as what's for dessert."

In response to the word dessert, little Rosie piped up from her high chair, chorusing again and again,

"Cake! Cake! Cake!"

Darla was far more pleased to talk about food than enlistment, but she nonetheless gave a semi-disparaging, semi-humorous look to her loving husband and sarcastically said,

"Well, I'm at least glad that our resident military man didn't bring his strict dieting indoctrination home with him."

"What can I say?" replied Tomyon. "It's times like these that you have to enjoy the good things in life, like family...and cake!"

"Yes!" said Darryl and Galvin simultaneously while high fiving.

"Cake! Cake!" chorused a giggling Rosie.

 

[Galvin D'jek]

NAME: Galvin D'jek

FACTION: The First Order

CAREER: Soldier

SPECIALIZATION: Scout

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 24

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 5'11"

WEIGHT: 155 lbs

EYES: Green

HAIR: Brown

SKIN: White

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but he doesn't know it


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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

+Swift: Galvin is adept at traversing terrain on foot and on vehicle.

+Energetic: Galvin is very good at moving fast at a moment's notice, be it mounting/dismounting or stopping and going as many scouts may find themselves doing.

-Dutybound: Galvin holds his dedication to the military high above other things in his life. He left his home for the purpose of going off in the hopes that less people, such as his family, friends and community, would never have to see the horrors of war themselves by taking on the responsibility for himself. His friend, Darryl, has been a mainstay for Galvin's connection back to what he left behind, but he finds himself slowly consumed with the burn of war and is slowly losing sight of what life once was. He will find himself having a hard time transitioning back into civilian life.

-Responsibility: Darryl is important to Galvin. He's been a tried and true childhood, best friend and Galvin wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to his best buddy. So, he takes extra care to make sure that Darryl gets out of situations alive.
BIOGRAPHY:

Galvin was born to Tomyon and Darla D'jek. He has a sister named Rosie D'jek. His childhood friend is the neighbor kid, Darryl Medhezek. His father serves in a minor, militia officer position for the First Order on Dosuun in his middle age, but used to be part of a storm trooper legion. Ever since they first listened to their fathers' stories about battles and sacrifice, Darryl and Galvin fantasized and played pretend throughout their childhood about vanquishing cultists, terrorists, evil doers and all-around bad people who would spread harm and chaos on good people.

Although they were gently guided to try other things throughout life, Darryl and Galvin felt it in their bones to join up with the First Order's Army, especially when war broke out. Halfway through their 18th years of age, Darryl and Galvin both enlisted in response to the horrible loss of life at the hands of dark side users being enabled by another galactic super power, the Galactic Alliance. Darryl went on to be a heavy trooper whilst Galvin went on to specialize in scouting.

Now, surrounded by the realities of war, Galvin finds that he has to rely on that burning torch that's been within him since the first time he declared he would join the Army. With friends and hope at his sides and destiny at his feet, every step shall mold Galvin into the man he is destined to become.

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