war is hell
Daro Kilaeon
| Faction | The Galactic Empire |
| Occupation | Stormtrooper |
| Rank | Private |
| Age | 23 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'/183cm |
| Build | Lean |
| Force Sensitive | No |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
The Stormtrooper conscript designated TK-5150 has been selected for his average height and build, He has dark, curly hair, and pale skin, common features in the Coruscant underworld. Though he has a personal history of malnutrition and abuse of addictive substances, especially nicotine, his family was found not to possess any congenital illness, and as a human, he has been deemed a perfect candidate for conscription into the Imperial Armed Forces.
INVENTORY
- KXR SFR-58 Blaster Rifle
- Standard Issue Stormtrooper armor
- Ration-issued cigarettes
- A holo-locket with changing images of a young human woman, his girlfriend Velsi
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Daro was a troubled youth given a second chance by the Empire. He does not truly understand them, obscured as they are through expert dissemination of propaganda. Daro knows only that under the Alliance, people complained a lot about the topsiders in power, and that doesn't really happen anymore since the arrival of the Empire. He is grateful to them for allowing him to escape a life on Coruscant, and though he is still weary of their authority he respects it.
Despite his attendance to the Church of the Dark Side, he doesn't really believe in their spirituality, partly out of misunderstanding their lofty sermons, partly out of simply not caring, nor being raised to care about religion. He has, in large part, bought in to the idea that the Jedi are anarchists and terrorists, and that the Galactic Alliance and High Republic are run by bourgeois politicians who care only about wealth and power.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Motivated: A life in the Coruscant underworld was all Daro knew, and it was all he figured he'd ever know, until the Empire came and offered him a ticket out. Though he had not intended to join the army, he quickly realized what a blessing it was to finally have an opportunity to succeed in life.
Naturally Athletic: In the life of a street-rat, Daro naturally developed athletic skills such as running (from the cops), jumping (away from the cops) and lifting (menial labor for quick cash).
Confident: Daro is a forward man, not afraid to do what he needs to do and say what he needs to say.
Untrained: With the Empire conscripting millions of new soldiers to advance its war effort, they had little time to train him beyond a standard 10-week basic training course.
Runs his Mouth: While not exactly having an inherent distrust for authority, Daro certainly has a history of bucking it when it suits him, and speaking out of turn without thinking first.
HISTORY
Daro Kilaeon was born, raised, and expected to die on Level 2112 of Coruscant. His parents had a rocky relationship, and were largely absent from his youth. His father worked seemingly endless hours as a foreman for loading droids, while his mother owned and operated a busy convenient store in their neighborhood. While they were not outright impoverished, they were certainly among the class of Coruscanti that were intentionally kept poor by crooked surfacer landlords and high import costs. Much of the food the Kilaeon's ate was cheap, artificial slop from their own store.
Without his overworked parents around to watch him, an adolescent Daro involved himself with other kids on the street whose parents didn't know or care of their whereabouts, and reckless fun in the backalleys quickly turned to drugs, petty crime, and general rebelliousness. Throughout his teen years he racked up a criminal history of speeder-jacking, petty theivery, breaking and entering, and of course, resisting arrest. In his late teens he met his girlfriend, Velsi, a fellow street-kid, with whom he fell madly in love. After experiencing a drug-overdose, his parents, with Velsi at their side, demanded he shape up or else he would lose them all.
It was a wakeup call, and over the next five years, Daro did his best to become a normal person. He largely gave up drugs, aside from cigarettes, and found inconsistent but honest work. In this time he had a few more run-ins with the law, which saw his employment suffer, but he would always get back on his feet. However, in 902 ABY he became involved with the Black Sun Cartel who were ruthlessly expanding their operations across the galaxy, and he took jobs for them as a smuggler to pay his and Velsi's bills, unbeknownst to her.
When the truth of his new, steady employment came out, his parents were at their wits' end. Both had been quick adopters of the Empire, susceptible to the propaganda that was heavily pushed upon the down-trodden underclass of the galactic capital. Terrified of what would become of their criminal son, and themselves, they requested to their local authorities that he be conscripted into the military. For this, his parents were given a sharp increase in their Citizen Registration Interface score. Daro felt betrayed, and utterly dismayed that he would have to leave Velsi, his friends, and his whole world behind. He did not resist the Imperial soldiers who came to take him from his home and brand him with a CRI tattoo. He couldn't resist the might of the Empire.
He was shipped off to the Raithal Military Academy on Kuat where his lamentations were forced to wait, as he was enrolled in a rigorous crash-course training regimen for the expansion of the Empire's Stormtrooper corps. Despite his apprehensions and his guilt, Daro quickly found some kind of peace in the military. He met people from planets we wasn't even aware existed, and for the first time ever he was given a sense of comradery and trust in his fellow recruits, something rare on the streets of Coruscant, which they now made him call Imperial Center. He sleeping better, eating a more consistent and filling diet, if not much higher in quality, and he was learning a great deal. He found enjoyment in the weapons training, and in seeing nature for the first time since leaving Coruscant, even if most of it was simulated with holograms.
He even began to buy into some of the propaganda that was constantly pushed upon the young recruits. He attended Church as often as it was mandated. In 10 weeks of basic training, the Empire molded their delinquent son into the new generation of Stormtrooper, who was grateful for a life he'd never known could exist. He was guaranteed citizenship for as long as he lived, and though his past criminal offenses would for now keep his CRI score at a minimum for citizens, he was a human, given human privileges and respect.
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