Dathor Ather

[Aradan Ather]

Name: Dathor Ather
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 145 lb
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: black
Skin: tan
Credits: 1000

Strength: Well toned but not buff
Dexterity: extreme
Constitution: high
Intelligence: educated
Wisdom: With age comes wisdom, Dathor does not believe himself to be wise, but others may say differently.
Charisma: Very encouraging in a foreign way, can bring hope into the eyes of even the lowest creeps.

Force Powers:
Force Sensitive

Skills:
Expertise in hand-to-hand combat, Melee mastery. Incredibly quick reflexes

Lightsaber Forms:
N/A

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Extremely quick, nimble, and agile. Spent life training in the martial arts.

Useless with technology, speeders, computers, even blasters

Gear:
food and energy capsules

Ships:
N/A

Personality:
Humble and meek, Dathor is polite in almost every situation.

History:
Dathor sat alone, meditating in silence.

It was over... all over...

Alone he sat in the deep cold of a ship's cargo hold. He had no idea where he was going, nor did he exactly care. His heart was filled with grief at this point in time. His home world had just been destroyed. Utterly wiped out by foreigners that would dare attack the temple!

They were unstoppable, with weapons that spat fire and armor that was inpenatraple by any weapon that the monks had. It was a day of horror when their large ships set down and begun to open fire, slaughtering countless monks that could do nothing. All their training, all their skills meant nothing against this higher training.

Dathor had been the only one to survive, and was able to sneak into one of the enemy's cargo bays as they left to return to from wherever they came.

So now that was all Dathor could do, sit and wait to be exposed to a new world, one that he would not be ready for.
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4 years after Aradan's birth. His father bore another son, this time, taking sorrow on the child, he was kept and taken on voyages. But the ship they were on was soon ambushed by pirates. Dathor's mother desperately put her beloved son in an escape pod, hoping that some alien race would find him and take pity upon him.

He landed on a secluded planet, filled with only the monks and monastarys of Tashar. He was brought up as one of them, learnt the ways of combat, and soon became highly esteemed amongst his peers.

But in time, men from Coruscant found the planet, and saw that they could use its resources. They utterly wiped out the monks with their blasters and rays, who could do nothing, as they were still acustomed to the ways of old.

Dathor was the last survivor, and sneaked on board as the ships returned to Coruscant.

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