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| − | =Biographical Information=
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| − | | name = Altemis Darkon
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| − | | image = http://art.swc-empire.com/avatar/altemis_darkon.jpg
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| − | | race = Corellian
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| − | | homeworld = Correlia
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| − | | mother = Ciscilia Darkon
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| − | | father = Ezio Darkon
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| − | | spouse = None
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| − | | siblings = None
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| − | | family = Darkon of Corellia
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| − | | children = None
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| − | | born = Year 11 Day 79
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| − | | prior service = None
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| − | | branch = <div style="text-align: left;"><ul>
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| − | <li><b>[[Imperial Navy]]</b>
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| − | | positions = <div style="text-align: left;"><ul>
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| − | <li><b>[[Pilot]]</b></ul></div>
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| − | | awards = http://art.swc-empire.com/awards/compnor/IABG.jpg IABG
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| − | ==Family Crest==
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| − | :::::::::http://i905.photobucket.com/albums/ac252/Altemis_Darkon/Dragon-Ying-Yang-psd32026.png
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| − | :::::'''''"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, all for the empire!"
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| − | '''''
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| − | ==Description==
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| − | Tall and slim figure with deep brown eyes that penetrate even the darkness of night. Confident and poised upright with chest heaving out, none could doubt his fierce determination and undying sense of loyalty to his fellow comrades.
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| − | From the darkest core of Corellia, came one man, one legend. Feared by all that quivered in his quake, none would dare bask in his glorious shadow.
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| − | Darkon.....Altemis Darkon
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| − | ==Imperial Academy==
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| − | Training Officer: Professor Califf D'Troit
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| − | ''Looking out the viewport of the shuttle boarded several days ago, some students are sitting on the grassy Imperial Quad studying, others marching in Stormtrooper armour without the helmet, and still others being awarded their golden marksmanship or pilot wings in a graduation ceremony. Shaken a bit, the shuttle comes to an abrupt halt. The doors open with a hiss and a very rare BD-3000 protocol droids walks up and starts directing people to their Dorms.''
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| − | ''Soon enough I hear my name being called. Grabbing my gear, I hurry through the massive and busy hallways until I arrive at Professor Califf D'Troit's office. Above the door, engraved with golden swirls of pride, integrity and authority, the sign reads "You enter a man or woman, but you exit an Imperial".''
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| − | ''The door swings open and as I stride in with utter nervousness, I was greeted by several curio cabinets filled with mostly unrecognizable items and standing with his back towards me was a lone man...''
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| − | ==Imperial Navy==
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| − | CONFIDENTIAL STATUS
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| − | A flicker of bland breeze cut across his pallid cheek beyond the gemstone droplets suspended upon strings of sparkling water. Complacently strapped into the TIE-Ln cockpit seat like a futile cormorant, nestled in vibrant hues of achromatic beige, its regal feathers spread in a fan of parvenu shrill. The controls swooned to his firm, yet never harsh grip. His fingers delicately caressing the trigger, narrowing eyes fixed at the magnificent view of the Imperial system before him.
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| − | This was where he felt truly at home.
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| − | It was depressing looking beyond the horizon, not because the scene was bleak, precisely because it was not. Tension had enthralled his callused grasp. Anger.....no, pain. Silence of the past. Like smoke on the breeze. The Imperial Victory Class Star Destroyer lay dormant, wing-bound and prepared, waiting for any signal from the commander. It seems so prosaic, morbid fear of inescapable destiny or was it sheer burden of good fortune tailing bad luck? Indeed you make your own fortune. The blizzard battle that lay ahead of time, gathering sullen leaves lisping in the fiery white light. Freedom! A mere child’s imagination traverses through the starry darkness. No, the newest, fresh of the pick, Cadet Altemis Darkon was prepared to serve the Galactic Empire through and through.
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| − | Impressed by the generosity and heart-warming welcome, the TIE-Ln swung across towards the docking bay with perfect fluency seeming like the serene bird gliding to the beacon of hope, light and a new beginning.
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| − | He was finally home.
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| − | ==Other Employments==
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| − | '''Legionnaire's Arms Tavern'''
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| − | :Department: Kitchen
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| − | :Position: Head Chef
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| − | '''Colonial Shockball League'''
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| − | :Team: Corellia Stars
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| − | :Position: Centre
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| − | ==Ranks Held==
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| − | <div style="text-align: left;"><ul>
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| − | <li><b>Recruit [E-1] </b>Year 11 Day 79</ul></div>
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| − | <li><b>Cadet [E-2] </b>Year 11 Day 88</ul></div>
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| − | <li><b>Crewman [E-3] </b>Year 11 Day 109</ul></div>
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| − | <li><b>Flight Corporal [E-4] </b>Year 11 Day 135</ul></div>
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| − | <li><b>Flight Sergeant [E-5] </b>Year 11 Day 168</ul></div>
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| − | ==Awards==
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| − | <li><b>Imperial Acadmy Basic Graduate </b>Year 11 Day 87</ul></div>
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| − | <li><b>Mentioned in Dispatchers </b>Year 11 Day 135</ul></div>
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