Dashawn was born on centuries ago on the world of Coruscant during the ending of the Clone War and uprising of the Empire. It was an interesting time for the galatic centre and because of the conflicts that had passed he forever woke up to that world fatherless. Running in the metroplis day in and day out he found himself coming home to his mom bragging about his father's importance in the days of the Republic and Clone War, but his mother was never specific.

However, he looked pass this over time and with the rise of Rebellion attack and the controlled Holonets advertisment he soon became an enlisted soldier of the Empire. Dressed in the classy stormtrooper outfits, reminiscent of the old Clone Tropper's, he fought with a pride that was all his own. In his suit, he felt close to his father as a prized soilder, carrying the legacy on.

It was in this time that he grew into a man, though at the tender age of 18, against terrifying explosions of the battlefields such as Hoth. During these performences he showcased skills that were worth promotions and it wasn't long before he was a Storm Commando, leading troops and himself into large conflicts against the worst odds.

Yet on one faithful day this idea of life all changed. It was a normal blockade patrol for him and the other stormtroopers. They were part of the bunch choosen to deal with the intensity that rose about the core worlds, such as Corellia and Coruscant about the Rebellion.

Being him, he was quick to catch some extra points for his actions and investigated everything he could see along the stars that seemed suspicious. Swaying farther and farther away from the pack to the point that that they couldn't be found on his radar, he found himself before a terrfying hole.

It wasn't a normal hole, for he was in space, it was a black hole. At first, he desperately tried to use what in his engine he could, but the matter of it was sucked in along with him and the ship. Into it he went, his conscious being placed into an elseness of some sort that he couldn't grasp.

It was there that he saw things. He saw things that never were revealed to him, secrets, knowledge of himself that he had avoided seeing over the years or hadn't known. In this void of darkness, visions arose of his father. His broad, powerful, strong father who was attired in a lavish, beautifully light colored robe that could only be the same of the Jedi that he had seen in holovids.

These images finally were warped back into him as his ship came flying down onto the distant world of Ossus. In his ship he awoke, struggling to understand what he was seeing and where he was. It was in that cockpit, the one he flied around and had done duties that he saw the world through new eyes. A vision of waves struck along the path, while material seem highlighted by the hands of time and space.

He was seeing the Force.

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Since, he has taken odd jobs trying to find himself and grasp the galaxy about him. Back when he was just a simple stormtrooper the Empire was strong and powerful, now they are reformed and with new ideals that he has learned to accept but not completely concern himself about as he did before.

As of now he has recorded employeements in the field of Bounty Hunting Guild, Assassination Guild, mercenary for the Empire and the current employeement on the Hornett as a...janitor.

Possible Fathers
Father #1
Father #2
Father #3

Status: Still Unknown