Bal Demona

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Character History

"History is something that is never to be forgotten. The second we forget where we came from is the second that we forget where we are going, not to mention the path that was set before us in order to get there."

Simple Beginnings

Raised by Voren and Talia Demona, they were very good parents who taught him a sense of honor and respect for those around him. A natural student, he did well in school and had no difficulty making friends with others his age or around his own age. A bit of a rowdy sort at times, he liked to roughhouse with his buddies from school and generally get into trouble as most younger kids do. Well liked by his teachers and by many parents of his friends, he generally had no trouble getting through life without somebody giving him some sort of advice. Overall, he had a great life...he and his parents didn't live well, but they made enough for them to take some time off if they wanted to and not worry about where the next credit was gonna come from, lots of friends and a loving family. However, that happy and blissfully ignorant childhood was destined to come crashing down around him....

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Bal's Homeworld of Nar Shadda

The Walk Home...

On the way home from a friends house after school, he was supposed to meet up at the place of his father's employment to go out to dinner with he, his dad and his mom. After getting done eating, dad said that he had some great news...he had gotten promoted at work, and that was a big deal for him because he believed that hard work will get you places if you want it bad enough. The walk home was a happy one, everybody laughing and talking and generally having a good time. They had felt so happy that they took the long walk home, something that was only done on the occassions where the family wanted to spend just time together...his dad often brought work home with him. It eventually started to get darker, they must've taken a lot longer than they had originally planned because they should have been home by then. Their joyful evening came to a screeching halt not far from the home when they were attacked by two muggers. Pulling blasters and pointing them at his father, they demanded all that he had. His father, a noble man and no coward, saw the reason behind giving them all they wanted, he didn't want his family to get hurt at all. Even after the sacrifices of his father, they were to no avail and his two parents were killed on the spot. The two had their blasters leveled at him as well, but it was to his own luck that a few others had taken the same route home because the muggers heard them and fled back into the night.

Aftershock

After the killing of his family, he had nobody left on Nar Shadda that would help him survive. Unfortunatley, at the age of seven, he was forced onto the street when their landlord kicked him out of his parent's home, saying that, since there was no steady income, he couldn't allow him to stay. Quickly, his blissful ignorance turned into an overly aware sense of just how harsh life can be at times. Even though he retained some of the qualities that his parents had instilled in him, some quickly went by the wayside in order to surive the hard and sometimes deadly streets of the Smuggler's Moon. He grew up quickly, finally finding just what you have to do in order to keep alive amongst thieves, muggers and murderers. He had to resort to stealing, petty theft and even breaking and entering...but he would never allow himself to carry a weapon. His honor, while still there, had shrunk a little...but his memory of what happened the night he was walking home never faded. Eventually, he managed to dig up a terrible job at a secondhand parts store. His boss, a very paranoid man, was constantly threatening to fire him because he though that he had stolen things. Luckily, he wasn't around very much to be a nuiscance. He scratched up enough money to get his own place...dirty and small, but it was an improvement over the street. It was in this apartment complex that he met the future Mrs. Demona...a beautiful woman named Octavia.

Bal's wife Octavia

Octavia

"Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, but in Octavia's case...there is no denying that all who look upon her are awed by her beauty, her character and her intellect"

Ah yes, Octavia, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. While he knew of her, he had never really seen her before. Perhaps by coincidence, she had just taken her own apartment not too far away from his own. Finally mustering up some courage, he spent a lot of money on some very nice flowers for her and walked to her apartment. Knocking on the door tentiveley a few times, Octavia answered the door with a questioning look. He remembered the first words out of her mouth..."Who are you?" he had always gotten a chuckle out of that. But, he offered her the flowers and shyly asked if she was avaliable for a date some time. She had said yes and eventually their relationship blossomed into full-blown love. Getting married eventually, it was the happiest moment of his life...she didn't mind being called Mrs. Demona either.

Back to School

The Force-Strong Ocatvia had noticed the Force-Sensitivity in Bal in passing...even before they started dating. She always told him that she could feel his presence when they were both in the building. She started to teach him what little she knew about their mutual talent and, along with some experimentation, they managed to get some of the basics down themselves. However, as is with most every prodigy, they sought to refine their skills and learn some new ones. Doing a little research here and there, they eventually stumbled upon a lost item about a school that might be able to foster their talents. With a lot of effort, and not to mention and generous credit donation, they managed to catch a transport to Antei and the Shadow Academy. From the day that looked at it, they knew it was going to be an interesting experience.

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Bal's Lightsaber

Moving Up in the Brotherhood

Thanks to his dedication and fierce attacks on the study material that the Shadow Academy has to offer, Bal found himself moving up quickly through the Brotherhood's ranks. Recently obtaining his first Lightsaber, he wears it with pride wherever he goes as it's the first step on become a true master of the Dark Side of the Force.

Personal Information

Physical Description

Not overly intimidating or large, Bal has a rather slim frame and is of a little above-average height. The scar that runs along the left side of his face was the result of a close scrape back on Nar Shadda, the guy who decided to try it didn't last long...the streets managed to teach Bal a few things. Not a heavily-muscled guy, he's well toned and his weight is evenly distributed amongst his entire body. Relaxed a lot, he doesn't seem to get too upset about much of anything outside of a few select items. As such, he doesn't talk a whole lot but is quite likeable when he does. Very fit and able to run for an extended period of time is the product of evading the law on Nar Shadda when he was younger. His hair is generally neat but laid back to match his mannerisms and his eyes are his most intimidating feature, many a man has been unnerved by his soul-searching gaze. In battle, his mindset changes to that of cool fire, his body tensed slightly to move in whatever fashion that is required to defeat his enemy.

Attire

Hot blooded by nature, he prefers loose fitting clothing that is made from lighter materials instead of heavier ones. The loose fitting style makes it easier to move about when fighting and/or any mid-combat athletics. His color choice usually revolves around neutral colors and simple designs, mostly dark colors are his preference. When working out, he usually sheds his usual clothes for more workout-oriented clothing instead of his usual wardrobe choices...usually something that's a little tighter to keep him from getting caught up in them.

Personality

"I was once asked by somebody to describe their personality...I told them to look in a mirror, reflect on the past, open their eyes to the present and think about their plans for the future as that is all the personality that one could hope for..."

An easygoing guy, he's more laid back than some of the people he's known throughout his life. More calm than one would expect from somebody who's supposed to let emotion fuel his ability in combat, he exhibits more Jedi-like self-control until necessary, which usually means his oppenent is on the ropes or he needs to in order to even the odds. Even then, it's a very controlled display of emotion...he's not one to let his emotions run rampant. There are, however, a few things that will plunge him into an uncontrolled rage...try and harm his wife Octavia and you'll see just how upset he can really get.

He has never accepted the notion that looking out for yourself at the expense of others is the right thing to do and he has also never accepted that one should not help somebody who needs it. While he might not go out way out of his way to help somebody, he will help those who need it. His loyalty to his house, his clan and his order his undeniable and second only to his loyalty to Octavia. He is an honorable sort and won't cheat even if the odds are stacked against him...if he's going to go down, he's not going to cheat to win...he's going to acknowledge that he was beaten by the superior foe.

Hobbies and Time-Killers

Bal enjoys reading all sorts of things, but mainly history texts as he is a believer that the past can dictate the future. He enjoys academics, a sharp contrast to the idea that he's in the Order of the Obelisk. He was too quiet to be much of a great leader and it wasn't in his nature to be more of an academic. He likes to stay in shape, it clears out his mind and helps him to think better when he's out and running. Now that he's got his lightsaber, he likes to get used to how it feels in his hand and getting used to the gyroscopic effects that come along with it.