They won't stop
Why won't they stop
Ssshhhhh
I am.....who am I? What am I?........My name is......my name is........my name is Kav. Kav, yes. Yes.....and I have been alive for 18 years. Right?
It seems so much longer. For years I have struggled, eating scraps of food from the bottom of the Nar Shadaa floors. Stealing, maiming, horrendous acts I have committed for the sake of survival. And all along, they have never relented. They are here always. Always. Telling me what to do......to hurt. To kill. Bad things. Always......
I can move things If I try....is that normal? I can hear people's thoughts....I know what their thinking. I can make them do what I wish sometimes too If I try very hard. I can also......hurt things. People....People I don't like......I like to hurt things...I like to hear them scream.....Is that good? They tell me to hurt things. Sometimes I listen......
I never knew my parents. I was raised by my uncle Govon. We lived good back then.....years ago...seems like ages. Anything I wanted, I got. Anything. Food, toys, education, whatever I wanted, it was mine at my whim. Then one day I was with my uncle...someone grabbed me on Nar Shadaa and ran. I tried to fight, but he just hit me......then all I knew was blackness....
I woke up in the streets.....
I miss my family. I am filled with so much longing...so much hunger....so much.....HATE
It seems so much longer. For years I have struggled, eating scraps of food from the bottom of the Nar Shadaa floors. Stealing, maiming, horrendous acts I have committed for the sake of survival. And all along, they have never relented. They are here always. Always. Telling me what to do......to hurt. To kill. Bad things. Always......
I can move things If I try....is that normal? I can hear people's thoughts....I know what their thinking. I can make them do what I wish sometimes too If I try very hard. I can also......hurt things. People....People I don't like......I like to hurt things...I like to hear them scream.....Is that good? They tell me to hurt things. Sometimes I listen......
I never knew my parents. I was raised by my uncle Govon. We lived good back then.....years ago...seems like ages. Anything I wanted, I got. Anything. Food, toys, education, whatever I wanted, it was mine at my whim. Then one day I was with my uncle...someone grabbed me on Nar Shadaa and ran. I tried to fight, but he just hit me......then all I knew was blackness....
I woke up in the streets.....
I miss my family. I am filled with so much longing...so much hunger....so much.....HATE
hahahahaahaha
Personality: Quiet. Angry. He doesn't care for much but surviving. Beyond that however, If he ever comes to that point, he is a very intelligent person. Politics, current events, he would enjoy talking about a wide range of subject....if he was normal that is. Trapped in his mind, tortured by what he hears day and night has changed him. He lashes out at small things...and is not able to discern what is real and what is not without some amount of trouble at this point.....Loves to exercise his talent in the
Force by using it to hurt others
Force by using it to hurt others
NAME: Kav Dem
FACTION: Bogan
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Miralukan-Human mix
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’ 8
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Olive
CREDITS: 0
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scars on his back and chest from fights.
DOMINATE HAND: ambixenterous
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Average
DEXTERITY: Excellent, years of running from people that want to harm Kav has made him fast and nimble.
CONSTITUTION: Average
INTELLIGENCE:Average. Although raised on the streets,the time with Govon provided him with a good education.
WISDOM: Above Average.
CHARISMA: Well above average. His mind and focus are something to be jealous of. He does not give up once he has set his mind on something....no matter what the cost.
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