F L O W
From Chaos, Calm
Starlin was born between a set of twins and a set of quadruplets, and as such he grew up feeling like an outsider. Where the others had their blood bonds forged in the waters of the womb, he often found himself alone even in a sea of siblings. Quiet, attentive, and curious, he took after his father's inquisitiveness and love of books, though rather than cloistering himself away in a library or workshop Starlin most often took his studies to the water's edge.
He was raised to believe himself a living God, dubbed Inakhos by the people of Zaathru who saw him as a living embodiment of their planet's rivers and rain - a giver of life in his own way, they would claim.
As a small boy of just five, shortly after the birth of the quads, Starlin visited the great city of Mercuitie alongside his Father. A bustling city of trade and peace, nestled within the oasis of an otherwise brutal and lifeless desert, Mercuitie was rife with waterways and towering ziggurats. To a young Starlin it was like nowhere else he had ever seen, and he felt instantly, maddeningly in love. There were no weapons within the city walls, save those held by the loyal guard, the streets were kept clean, and life sprung out of nothing.
It was supposed to be a very brief visit, the boy was given just a day to explore and spent it in the company of his 'Uncle Darien', the Contra-Usul, and his consort, marveling at the water gardens at the heart of the great ziggurat and playing with the consorts petite dragon. When morning came, however, there was no trace left of his Father. Their riverboat, Daywing, remained within the city's bustling port, entire crew accounted for, and his father's strange compass was later found within his nightstand, but otherwise? Nothing.
Weeks passed during which time transmissions were sent out alongside search parties to no avail. Arcturus Dinn was gone, his family was left crumbling, and Starlin found himself alone in Mercuitie.
It was here that Starlin spent his formative years, a ward of the Contra-Usul
Darien Cordel
who saw fit to shelter him in the absence of both parents. In truth it was largely Darien's consort, Prince
Theryn Hearthfire
, who saw to his daily needs by way of a rotating slew of attendants and nannies, for Darien had no real love of company, and in the continuous peace of Mercuitie's towering walls the boy once destined for darkness was left to blossom and bloom. Theryn was a wonderful mentor, he was carefree and daring, he taught Starlin to be gentle without risking his own safety or boundaries, and helped the boy to develop his innate connection with the waterways of Zaathru.
Darien Cordel
who saw fit to shelter him in the absence of both parents. In truth it was largely Darien's consort, Prince
Theryn Hearthfire
, who saw to his daily needs by way of a rotating slew of attendants and nannies, for Darien had no real love of company, and in the continuous peace of Mercuitie's towering walls the boy once destined for darkness was left to blossom and bloom. Theryn was a wonderful mentor, he was carefree and daring, he taught Starlin to be gentle without risking his own safety or boundaries, and helped the boy to develop his innate connection with the waterways of Zaathru.
He did not, however, indulge the notion that Starlin was a God. Theryn wanted the boy to be raised grounded in reality, and in time talks of Inakhos faded from the ziggurat even if the natives still made whispers of his Godhood under their breath.
As such it was a relatively normal upbringing that awaited Starlin as the ward of Mercuitie, one free from the technological wonders of the larger Galaxy, without the indoctrination of his wider family, and with little in the way of true strife.
Then one day, in his teens, Starlin dared to explore more of the Ziggurat he called home than he had permission to. In Darien's private wing he discovered a strange archway that called out to him, thrumming with a music no one else seemed to hear. He studied it for some time, before daring to pass beneath it. In truth he had only intended on studying it from the other side, but instead he felt a lurching in his stomach as the world around him shifted, expanded, shrank... then spat him out again.
Only it was not the floor of Uncle Darien's private wing that cushioned his fall, but the cold, harsh duracrete of a hangar.
Before him lay a beautiful yet dormant ship which looked to him like the jellyfish Uncle Theryn had shown him images of as a boy, though beyond that the hangar lay empty. With nowhere else to go, he approached the ship and upon resting his hand to the hull that same thrum of life and music which had led him to the archway pulsed through the vessel. It lit up, systems engaging at once, and the boarding ramp lowered to permit him entry. Onboard he was met by a piloting droid who had seen better days, an oddity to a boy who had been raised around organic lifeforms for as long as he could recall.
Starlin was not given the luxury of adjusting, exploring, or even asking questions, before the ramp lifted and the ship maneuvered from the hangar bay out into the greater Galaxy. He has no idea of what awaits him, nor does he know where he came from in order to return home. It seems as though the ship has a mind of its own, and a destination in mind.
Starlin is the third born child of
Arcturus Dinn
and
Darth Miasma
Arcturus Dinn
and
Darth Miasma
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