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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | Things stayed this way for years to come. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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... | 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. | + | 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. |
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| + | 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? | ||
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Revision as of 13:08, 22 November 2010
| Dante Erinith | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Race | Coruscani (Mandalorian Heritage) |
| Homeworld | Coruscant |
| Mother | Elia Erinith (Condition: deceased) |
| Father | Jias Dormir (Condition: deceased) |
| Spouse | None |
| Siblings | Unknown |
| Children | None |
| Born | Year -13, Day 218 |
| Imperial Service | |
| Branch |  Imperial Army |
| Positions | Soldier (Sharpshooter) |
| Prior Service | Unknown |
| Awards | 
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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 Command 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.
Contents
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
Dante and Kelda assisting in the evacuation of a number of civilians.
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.
Dante Erinith, present day
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.
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
