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Dante Erinith
Biographical Information
Race	Coruscani (Mandalorian Heritage)
Homeworld	Coruscant
Mother	Elia Erinith (Condition: deceased)
Father	Jias Dormir (Condition: deceased)
Spouse	None
Siblings	Rick Terras Erinith (Condition: unknown)
Children	None
Born	Year -13, Day 218
Imperial Service
Branch	Imperial Army
Positions	Legionnaire, Unknown
Prior Service	Unknown
Awards

"You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway." - Dante Erinith's defining quote

A man of few words, the Coruscani known as Dante Erinith has a violent past; one that he is neither proud about, nor willing to elaborate on. A Master Sergeant in the Imperial Army, now aged 25, Dante has gradually come to accept the men and women around him. But as ever, he sleeps with one eye open. Any man with his past would.

Character History

Early Life

Little is truly known about the earlier years of Dante's life. Details remain fuzzy, and the little confirmed facts are debated by those who care. The son of a military commander and a simple maiden; the worst way to enter a life.

Even before Dante was born, his father had left Coruscant, as he considered the previous relationship to be just a fling; to be enjoyed like a toy, and then cast aside as such. His mother, upon news of her pregnancy, fell into shock and died shortly after delivery. He constantly had to be watched over by others, such as neighbours, or dumped at the local bar, but more often than not would go off to do his own thing, hating the company of others since a very early age.

Fending for himself, Dante knew nothing of his father and little of his mother. The only thing he knew, the only thing he cared about, was survival. He didn't care who had to die or otherwise "disappear" to acheive that. For a while, Dante was the very thing he later despised; a parasite, living off other people until he no longer needed them. Things stayed this way for years to come.

Teenage Life

It was just like any other day; the dark depths of Coruscant's slums, dirty and damp to the core. It was approaching dusk, and even then a man could barely see his hand in front of his face. Now, a nine year old boy, Dante felt the same emotions flow through him, day after day; hate, fear, anger...the daily requirements for survival in the slums. But there was also lonliness; he wanted someone - anyone - beside him, so he didn't have to feel alone anymore.

Almost as if in silent acknowledgement, men began to shuffle through the slums. Children disappeared, young men disappeared, all were taken by them. Dante could barely make the figures out in the night, before he felt a twig snap behind him. Quickly tilting around in alarm, he felt a sharp crack at the back of his head. Before he knew it, he was being carried; presumably by the one who had attacked him. Slowly, he lost consciousness, after saying a bitter farewell to the air.

After what felt like forever, Dante finally awoke in unfamiliar conditions. Slowly looking around while on the floor, he realised he was in a tent, and around him on the floor were men just like himself. No, not men...these were children and young boys like himself. They were all bound at the arms and legs.

Unable to move, Dante felt fear creep back to his mind. Before he could close his eyes, the ragged cloth covering the tent's entrance was swept aside and 3 armed men walked into the tent. One after the other, they dragged the children outside, as well as Dante. Lining them up in single file, two men examined the boys as the other kept his gun fixed on the others. Occasionally, children deemed moderately fit were moved away from the others. Those deemed unfit were shot on the spot.

Dante was among the last to be examined. Full of fear, he thought a silent prayer and closed his eyes as he was inspected. He felt a sharp jab at his back after a minute, which alerted him, then he realised he was being moved towards the other still living children.

What was to follow would be 2 years of brutal training in combat and tactics. Many of the children Dante knew there died; those who remained changed. Some turned slowly into real men. Others broke and died on the battlefield. As a child soldier, Dante was forced many times to fight, often with weaponry he was either unfamiliar with or broke down after a few reloads. Never was he given any tactical information; he was little more than a piece of meat to his overlords.

However, Dante grew close to 2 other child soldiers; Kelda "Shake" Pelas, and Rasco "Lucky" Keltan. Over many battles, these 3 child soldiers sticked together; they always stayed with each other, and never abandoned their brothers no matter how outnumbered or hopeless the situation seemed. For the first time, Dante knew friendship. He felt an emotion other than hate.

The Felucia Affair

Relaxing with a smoke, alone as usual during one of his rare hours off.

Month after month, year after year, wars were fought and blood was spilled. Dante, Kelda and Rasco all fought and survived. Alone they would have broken, but together they kept their minds intact. After Dante reached the age of 18, the three of them were shipped to the planet of Felucia. Nobody knew why, although rumors abound that they were to attack the limited pirate presence on the planet. To the three of them that didn't matter though. It was just another war. They had already learnt that the whole affair "don't mean a thing".

The beginning of the end for Dante's career as a former child soldier ended on this planet. In a heated battle, Dante and his friends were seperated from the rest of their platoon. They were forced to make their way around on a planet about which they knew nothing at all. But they knew they were free.

After almost 4 days of non-stop movement, the three eventually came across a guarded spaceport; ironically, it was operated by the same organisation that enslaved the three of them. Making their way in, they managed to secure a YT-1300 called the "Shadow Flame" before coming under heavy fire. While Dante was ready to fly, Kelda and Rasco ran to the ship; however, the two were cut down by blaster fire halfway across the hangar, and Dante was forced to flee for his own life. The deaths of his two closest friends would remain on his mind for years to come.

Life as a Pilot

For the first time in many, many years, Dante Erinith was free. It had been almost ten years since he could feel this sweet sensation which he once took for granted. But inside, Dante was hurt. The two men he had befriended and fought many battles with, the men with whom he had bonds forged in blood and war were now gone. Guilt and pain wreaked havoc on Dante's mind, but even now his will remained strong, keeping his santiy together, even if just barely. Yet on the outside, he appeared as he always did to an onlooker - cold and deceptive. It was clear something was plaquing him, but for the life of them, nobody could find out what...

Over time, Dante befriended a Barabel named Kael Ta'em, a ranking operative of SYT Transport. After joining this company, Dante found a new set of friends, not all of them human - indeed, the vast majority of them were not human, and this is the basis of Dante's respect for nonhumans.

Incredible to Dante, they all had a mere two things in common; an avid love of flying, and a fierce loyalty to one another. It was from his new circle of friends that Dante learned the ace piloting skills he would use in later life, as well as more about the galaxy in which he lived - knowledge which would prove to be painfully crucial in later life.

Eventually, after regaining his footing in the galaxy and learning as much as he could, Dante decided it was time he moved on. A born soldier, raised on the battlefield, it was rather obvious what his career choice would be - at least to Dante, it was. He was to become a mercenary, a gun for hire - selling his services to the highest bidder. It sounded so romantic, didn't it?

Grounded

WIP

Joining the Empire

Time passed as it always would, and Dante loved his new existence. It seemed that nothing could stop his new life, and that he had finally found what he was looking for; he was ready to put aside his prized A295 rifle, and live. But combat found him yet again, though in a more discrete manner. A stormtrooper parade marched through the town, impressing all with their uniformity and teamwork. Dante was beginning to grow low on money, and he realised he couldn't live like this forever. He could use the skills he learnt as a child soldier to not only sustain himself, but sustain the galaxy as well. The decision was made. Dante Erinith, son of Jias Dormir, was to join the Imperial Army.

Quotes

"But...what if it goes wrong? What then? I don't know what'll happen. I don't know what to do..." | "You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway." - Dante Erinith, comforting Arik Trimence

"I'd expect better of a Commander than that, even if he's justified. What a fool, huh?" | "It seems to me that people in power can be fools when they forget what they are and act like who they are, but they’re worse when they only remember what they are and forget who." Jalrin and Dante discussing the Commander Evals'ca.

"If you fell head first into a pigsty, you'd try to convince everybody you did it on purpose." - Dante to Kad

"That was just too easy...these idiots aren't even half as good as I saw." | "A crafty enemy will set a weak ambush you are meant to break through. Confident because you have dealt with the threat, your guard relaxed, you walk into the second, stronger ambush." - Jalrin and Dante after breaking through a small blockade in the Coruscant Undercity.

Appearance

Boasting short/medium length dark brown hair, Dante does not appear at all particuarly unique at first glance. However, further study of his appearance would quickly indicate otherwise. The first thing many people notice about him is either his unorthodox dress sense, or his eyes - one being coloured bright green, and the other dark blue. Many people attribute this down to a genetic condition, however his Brother does not possess this facet, which implies otherwise. Aside from his eyes, he normally has very low amounts of facial hair - enough to look dashing, yet not enough to be downright grotesque. Overall, he appears to be particuarly attractive in his own way, although more often than not he does not take advantage of this natural advantage.

As earlier noted, his dress sense is not what an Imperial would call "Orthodox". He is rarely - if ever - seen in his Imperial Uniform, always sporting another outfit as if deliberately trying to avoid wearing it, and he is known to avoid a number of official occasions in which he is forced to wear it. It is unknown whether this is due to his innately rebellious personality, his preference for his own clothing and armor, or just downright distaste of anything which doesn't include a longcoat.

His first - and typical - appearance is perhaps a one-of-a-kind look, especially within the Empire. The first thing to be noticed about his fashion sense is that it revolves around two colours - Red and Black, with a focus on the Red aspect. The usual outfit is a tailed long-cait, Red in colour and stretching far enough down to touch his boots at the back. The tops of the boots are oriental in appearance, Red with Gold Dragons encircling it on the fabric - under this he usually wears his armored boots. Moving further up his plain black pants - serrated by a red stretch at his groin region - and before it can continue on, it is blocked off by a belt - this belt is black in colour, with a Silver Sigil as a buckle. He has 3 more such belts - albeit with gold buckles - with two of them just above the first belt, and the third one across his chest, just below his ribs. The shirt is a zip variety, jet black like the pants, and collared - these collars are usually left to droop down slightly, and the zip is undone a little at the chest for comfort. Continuing down his arms, they are left bare once the black region of his sleeves are encountered - after his elbows, all he wears are fingerless gloves, or his Armored Gauntlets when he is at the Dojo.

Dante's usual outfit, with the missing gloves (He wears them at the same time).

Personality

The first thing to strike a person talking to Dante - or perhaps even looking at him - would be his laid-back attitude, as well as his apparant fearlessness. Even when speaking with people who could annihilate him in a second, he speaks indifferently with a casual attitude, often mouthing off to those with authority over him such as higher ranks and Force Users. This is due to his naturally rebellious personality, which was nurtured through years of living alone - be it as an orphan, or a child soldier, and it often gets him into troublesome situations within the Empire. Indeed, it may be the single reason why he does not advance as quickly as one would expect.

However, there is a line drawn between rebellion and respect, one which Dante walks carefully. More often than not, the people he lips off to the most are in fact the people he respects the most. However, Dante hates outward shows of appreciation or being inferior to others, and instead turns to other avenues. Looking past his rebellious attitude, he has a deep personality. Stubborn by nature, it can take a lot to get him to change his mind, although he is known to cave in occasionally when the odds are against him. Contrary to popular belief, he is in fact an incredibly disciplined man - skilled in the martial arts and able to think calmly and rationally, he can hold his tongue fine when he wishes to, moving his face over in a veil of pure serenity. This has led many people to consider his rebellious attitude as a facade, to protect his own emotions - however, this is untrue.

Above all else, Dante treasures honesty and loyalty. He despises dishonesty and traitors with a passion, which is only equalled by his hatred of those who suck up to their superiors to gain rank - to him, the gravest form of dishonesty and deceit. Once again this is in-tune with his attitude, and is often attributed as simple jealousy - a fact which irritates Dante greatly, and does nothing to help his relations with his superiors.

One of the few positive traits attributed to Dante is that he has a deep sense of morality and justice, as well as a profound honor code which he abides to even deeper than his loyalty to the Empire. If he were ordered to shoot a civilian by a man higher ranked than him, the chances are he would headbutt the officer in the face instead of shoot an innocent man, due to insulting his honor.

However, despite his rebellious and stubborn attitude, Dante tends to come across as a reasonably nice man once they have earnt it. And although it is a monumental taste to attain his trust, this trust could be perhaps one of the greatest weapons in a man's arsenal.

Education

-No Education Prior to Year 9 other than life experience-

• Year 9 Imperial Basic Training, Imperial Academy, Coruscant
• Year 9 Rifleman Course, School of Infantry-Coruscant, Imperial Academy, Coruscant
• Year 9 Sharpshooter Course, School of Infantry-Coruscant, Imperial Academy, Coruscant

Awards and Decorations

Imperial Duty Bars - 6 Months

Imperial Academy Basic Graduate

Service Record

Imperial Army

Recruit, Year 9

Private, Year 9

Private First Class, Year 9

Sergeant, Year 9

Master Sergeant, Year 11

Command Sergeant, Year 11

Master Sergeant, Year 12, Day1