NAME: Alec Clamonte
AGE: 16
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Padawan
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Alec has a haunted look to him. His face is usually always bent down with a sad frown on it, looking as if he is trying to decipher something while his grey eyes are cloudy and glossed over. His hair is cut short, and even though he was used to having it hang low, when he arrived to the Jedi he cut it off, as one way to get rid of his past. Also he usually wears the cloak he was given when he arrived in the woman's bed, since the only alternative is the raggedy old clothes that were with him when he was in the presence of his master.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
While being good at meditation isn't necessarily a huge strength it does come with some nice benefits. His time with meditating has often been a way for him to actually learn deep concepts and see into his own soul, but most importantly, it allows him to keep his head on straight.
A weakness usually all emotional people have is when they bring their feelings into a fight, making them prone to make mistakes and problems. Alec is no different, often putting all of himself into a fight only to overcompensate his attack and get knocked in the jaw. Also with all his emotions going everywhere it does make him mentally unstable and give him the feeling of falling into a pit of insanity.
PERSONALITY:
Alec is a broken person. At times he can go from being an erratic mess of emotions to being completely calm and serene. His bipolar emotions have wreaked havoc on his mental state but meditation has kept him partially sane. Meditation for the most part is the only thing that allows him to go through the day without wanting to hurt someone, or worse, hurt himself.
BIOGRAPHY:
I've been told that if I get my past into the air that it might cure my mind. Putting the thoughts, the emotions, and everything else out into the air will supposedly allow me to compensate for the fracture that I've been feeling within myself. Well this is what I was told by my teacher. I can't honestly say I feel it is the right thing to do, but if I must, then I will...
My earlier years were appropriately terrible. Parents who cared more about work then their own children, a nanny who thought beating me was an acceptable method of taking care of a child, and no friends in which I could share my troubles. It was basically hell in living form, but I did have one thing in my life that made me happy, it was my sister Claire. She was the only one who was able to put a genuine smile on my face. Some of the greatest memories I have as a child are the tickle fights my sister and I shared. Sadly though, life has a way of making things go from bad to worse.
At the age of 13 there were intruders who broke into the house. It was a bunch of them as they seemed to break into the house from all directions, but luckily I was able to hide in a trunk up in my room. I had no idea where my sister was at the time they broke in but soon enough I found out when I heard the screams downstairs. I had wanted to break out right then and go save her but sadly I was weak then and I stayed in the trunk hoping that they didn't find me. Soon enough my sister went quiet and everything in the house seemed to go silent for a minute. Next came the scream of the nanny, she was quick for them though, and the blaster shot that rang through the house seemed like an appropriate end for that evil shrew.
For about 20 minutes I hid in the trunk, but they seemed to know that someone else was in the house and the sounds of breaking furniture and men grunting were getting closer as time went by. Sadly my luck ran out as the lid popped open and I saw the ugly black, bug like eyes of a rodian staring down at me. Before I could even try and escape the rodian picked me up and dragged me downstairs. As soon as I was dragged into the kitchen I saw the lifeless forms of my sister and nanny on the ground. I don't know if I cried but if there was ever a moment I did, it would of been then.
The moment after seemed to take hours but now that I look back at it, it was probably no more than 10 minutes. Soon after we got into the kitchen a man draped in a black cloak walked into the room. The intruders must have thought they knew him because they didn't attack him and seemed to be relieved he was there. But as soon as he got close a red shimmering blade sprung out of his cloak and sliced through the intruders like they were butter. It must have been too much for me back then as I fainted and crashed unconscious onto the stone floor.
The next time I woke up is when I remember my head feeling like it was pulling itself apart. My emotions were running around in circles, cycling from confusion, anger, and sadness. I couldn't tell if everything was all a dream or if yesterday really had happened, I couldn't tell if the man who had killed the intruders was a friend or a foe and I couldn't tell why my emotions were all over the place. I remember feeling so confused, wondering why I was happy and sad at the same time, and why I loved and hated the fact that I had seen the lifeless form of my dead nanny. It was like I couldn't make my mind up on anything and I felt like that for a long time until I found my meditation. But that wasn't until much later.
Soon enough the man who had taken me from my home made his appearance and he told me something that put a couple more emotions into the mix. He said I was filled with a power, a power called the Force, and that I had the ability to do great things! Wonderful things! Happiness, awe, and hope all flooded into my head along with all the other emotions that were already there. It seemed my head had trouble filtering them all out though and I remember the man getting annoyed and smacking me on the head to get my attention back. Then he told me I would be his apprentice and that's when the real hell began.
From that point on I was his servant, attendant and basically his personal slave. He promised me power and gave me nothing as I followed him from world to world watching him as he annihilated people. Sometimes my mind couldn't take the brutality of the murders and I'd lose myself in my mind, fueling the insanity that was growing within me. Once he had murdered a poor peasant farmer for thrill and I couldn't take it.
I paused him as he was about to burn out the eyes of the man with his lightsaber and asked him why? He told me it was because feeling grief, feeling sadness, feeling emotions are only a hindrance towards progress. He said I must look past the destruction and death and see the progress of life, removing the weak and keeping only the strong. I hated him for his ideas. I didn't understand how such a man was allowed to choose who was truly strong, but that hate stirred something within me and I saw the man look at me differently. He thought he had finally gotten me to embrace the power of the force within me, the emotion, the rage, and he was right! But he also thought that I was going to follow him and learn under him, for that he was wrong, he was very wrong.
It wasn't until a year later that I got the chance to strike him down. We had come back to my home planet tracking a Jedi who had come recently to help some of the people in the poorer district. My master sorely underestimated the strength of the Jedi and was badly wounded, with severe burns, a missing arm, and one of his eyes was shut closed, but he had escaped. What he didn't know was that he escaped right into my rage. I released all my emotions, letting the power of the force rush through me, feeling its grace as I struck him with my fist. A little power must have been behind it because he landed a few feet away and his closed eye started to bleed profusely.
It was then he saw his doom and he told me something that brought my mental state into shambles. He told me he was the one who had sent the intruders who had broken into my house and killed my sister and nanny. Then he told me that they had actually failed in killing my sister. He laughed as he said the next part, "When you foolishly collapsed and fainted I saw there was still life in your beautiful little sister. But don't worry I took care of her, a swift slice through her small, sensitive little neck with my blade and I ended it. It is one loose end you will never have to worry about. My gift to you my apprentice." Rage overtook me then and I took out the broken glass I had been saving for this day and I shoved it into his neck. I must have blacked out in rage because what I remember next is seeing his neck severely gashed and opened, spewing blood onto my hands. A flux of emotions came into me at that one moment and within a couple seconds I had fainted again.
When I woke up again I was in a bed with a very old woman looking down at me. My head felt like it was going to explode and the woman must have noticed my pained look as she motioned me to follow her. We went to a very large room, filled with nothing but some straw mats stacked on the side of the room. As she reached the center, two mats flew over and laid themselves in front of us, as if out of magic. We both sat down and after seeing her assume a stance of meditation I followed suit. It was then I first heard the woman talk. She told me to clear my head and put the thoughts aside, put the emotion away, and to use the power called the force to bring peace. It took awhile but once I finally understood what she was trying to actually show me, I was able to get the hang of it, and my mind seemed to calm down as the emotions seemed to flush away correctly for once in my life.
After a month of this I finally felt like my mind was beginning to feel normal again. Though I soon found out that if I didn't keep up with my meditation my mind would fracture again and I would feel like I had before. The woman also told me of other techniques that may heal my mind, such as writing it down or silly passive talks with her but she was no healer herself. She decided after the talking had failed that she would bring me to meet the Jedi, and would bring me to the order if I wanted, to get further help. She gave me no promises that they could fix my mind, but she did say that they could heal it as best they could and if I wanted I could train and become a Jedi myself. With no where else to go, and the prospect of help he agreed, following the woman out of her place and to the Jedi Order.
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