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Darion "Diamond" Duke
FACTION: Galactic Alliance
RANK: Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Vatol
AGE: 32
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 221 LBS
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Darion Duke was an anomaly amongst the Ves'Zan of Vatol. He was social, which was not a trait many if any exhibited in their whole disjointed culture. Duke was unlike most who survived on the perilous deathworld, as he actively sought to build something more permanent for his fellow survivalists, never content with the day to day rumbles in the jungle that enabled their existence.
The Ves'Zan of course, effectively excommunicated him from their non-community, shunning him during the few times they would meet in one place as he tried to convince them to conglomerate. They were decidedly glad to be rid of the young troublemaker by the time he was shipped off on the slave ships.
Angry what he saw as his own peoples stupidity and lack of vision, Darion never looked back on his homeworld as a place he fondly remembered. It was just a place, where he learned the laws of the galaxy.
It was his second tour of Hutt space when he was acquired by an enterprising Sith, sensing some supposed power within him that he wanted to cultivate. Having seen enough fighting to last him several lifetimes, the ignorant Duke readily agreed to learning from the Sith, not fully understanding what that training would entail.
While the physical issues he had little problems with, his 'master' always took issue with his weakness in the strange energy called the Force. He could perform 'basic' feats of telekinesis and other force related abilities, and while he thought that those acts themselves were simply incredible his Sith master did not agree. He was pushed to the absolute limit to perform better, but that simply wasn't his aptitude.
In an ill advised attempt to have Darion give in to the Dark Side fully, his master brought him to a town on Chandrilla known for is vocal dissent against the Empire and the Republica. Duke was ordered to slaughter the town, an atrocity that he was at the brink of committing before he disappeared from the planet and Imperial space altogether.
He was content to live out the rest of his days as a sports entertainer, moving from planet to planet entertaining the masses with over-exaggerated and frankly ridiculous fights and stories. A time in which he picked up the moniker, Duke of Diamonds, or just Diamond.
It wasn't meant to be however, as his former teacher tracked him down to get rid of him. An easy feat since he wasn't exactly trying hard to hide. A showdown began and it was pretty clear that Darion should have died that day, but luck - Or the Force - enabled him to land a killing blow with his knife, ending that chapter of his life.
As the stories started piling up about him, and out of fear of being hunted once again, Darion fled to the Galactic Alliance, hoping they could help him in return for his own assistance, as well as perhaps meeting the supposedly returned Jedi so they could continue to teach him about the Force.
Thankfully, he managed to find some such teachers, and ended up finding their whole philosophy much more agreeable than that of the Sith's. -
Duke is a generally friendly person, if a little standoffish. His experience with people has always left him burned in one way or another and that has translated into trust issues and a facade that doesn't truly reveal what Darion Duke really is.
He is an idealist, but all his ideals have always been put down by his so called peers. He wants to have friends and family, and yet no one has accepted him for what he is, always seeming to want to change him into something different for their own ends. Even his relationship with the Galactic Alliance is built on a give and take relationship, so while he has a place of safety with the rebels, it isn't a home.
He also has problems embracing civilized life, despite how much he tries to clamber towards it. He is always on the move, moving from one planet to the next in search of something, though even he doesn't know what that something is. Compounded on this is the subconscious fear many Vatol natives develop of being in one place for too long. If you stay in one place or area, it is easier to track you, and so you must keep moving so as not to be hunted. -
He is a man in peak physical condition, who has spent his life fighting in some form or another. He is much like his other counterparts on Vatol, a master of the knife. A necessity when surviving the harsh jungles.
Always to some degree a survivalist, if you dropped him on any planet he would be able to find some way to survive even the harshest climates barring an asteroid. In fact, he feels most at home when he is in danger of dying at any second.
He never subscribed to blasters, instead wearing a wide array of throwing knives underneath his vest and on his belt for quick access. This helps when he is sneaking around, another skill he finds great success in, as well as providing an unusual offense against foes more used to fighting plasma as opposed to vibro-steel.
He is no intellectual however, having spent most of his life either fighting or performing, he hasn't ever really had time for a conventional education, and as such one shouldn't expect him to be able to hack into anything at all. He only understands the basics of computers, and must ask for help on anything more complicated than simply using the terminal. -
Vibro-Knife Honey (Primary)
Vibro-Knife Sweetheart (Secondary)
8 Throwing Vibro-Knives
Ranger Scout Armor
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Damn Glowsticks
Jewel Of Duels
Blowing Off Steam
Voice DDP (of course!)
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