Race:
Human Sex:
Male Age:
21 Height:
6'2" Weight:
225 lbs. Eyes:
Dark Blue Hair:
Black Birthplace:
Veridian City, Coruscant Affiliations:
The Darklight Syndicate Description: Biography:
Myrrdin was formerly enlisted in the Imperial Remnant, Byss system, in his earlier years.
He graduated at the top of his class from the academy in flight school. He was in charge of
imperial freighter inspection on the Byss Asteroid for many years before he was forced to
leave the Remnant as a Major in his late twenties due to a severe head-trauma he received
while working. The Remnant granted him a small compensation: a residence on Byss and a
small sum of credits to live on, which didn't last long. Soon after his leaving, he was
offered a much more promising job, a job that could quickly make him rich enough to buy his
family whatever they desired, a job with the Darklight Corporation. Myrrdin accepted the
job and was assigned to the elite forces division, commanding a small troop of taskforce
agents.
Myrrdin threw himself into his work for Darklight since Rachel's tragic day, completely
ignoring the boy that lived in his home. Dyon almost raised himself, spending no time at
home as soon as he was old enough and strong enough that he felt safe to venture out. He
had always wanted to be a commander in the Imperial Navy. All the Imperial soldiers would
respect him, and honor him, and look up to him; unlike his ignorant father whom would
hardly speak to him. Though It was never completely safe, but he found many things out in
that time. And even his peers seemed to ignore him, but it was not due to spite on their
part, as he later found out, but because, he just didn't stand out enough to be noticed.
And though it stung, it was probably the only thing that kept him safe much of that time.
Bullies just, failed to notice him, which considering the quick temper that he was growing
into, despite the lack of strength to match it, was a good thing.
His father began to notice him again about then, stirring up no measure of suspicion in the
boy who was used to being alone. Suspicions were confirmed quickly, but, attention-starved
as Dyon had come to be, he just ignored that. Ignored that his father only began to pay
attention to him now that he was useful. He learned as he went, working a few years with
his father, and actually, making the equivalent of a friend along the way. Eventhough his
father had been forgetful and ignorant in the past, Dyon felt as if he could finally
connect with someone in his still unsatisfying youthful life. This newly acquired
'friendship' would not last as fate would see it.
Dyon's father was sent on a secret assignment just days before Dyon's sixteenth birthday.
Dyon had wished to join his father on this particular assignment, but the action was
rejected by higher forces. Myrrdin would make his last trip on his own, without help nor
acquaintanceship of his new found son-friend. Dyon would soon leave the Corporation, upon
finding out his father's status, Missing In Action. After years of being separated from
Darklight, his mission is decided, to retrieve his missing father-friend, at any cost. But
first, Dyon is eager to live his childhood dream: to become an admirable Imperial officer
in the Imperial Remnant.
On Dyon's seventeenth birthday, he signed up to study at the Imperial Academy. The first
few years he had overly applied himself and managed to score the highest in his class two
years in a row. Feeling confident and energetic, he signed up to train for the Pilot Corps
of the Remnant. His progress in this field was only surpassed by his space combat skills
and eagerness to rise to the top. He often spent hours in the simulation rooms training in
every combat situation, fine tuning his reflexes and reaction times. He would often combine
his ground training routine on the same days as his flight training. Dyon's day usually
ended with a sweaty towel around his neck while sitting on the edge of his bed, nearly
exhausted, but well worth the effort. He gained respect early from the instructors and
helped them develop new stregic training programs for recruits.
((Dyon Avison))
The Imperial Remnant
He has a semi-permanent smirk on his face which only seems to show itself
during periods of tension and stress, as if the smirk lived for such
occasions. His short black hair presents his chiseled visage with eagerness.
His muscular form is outlined by a shirt which is worn under his coat.
Dyon was the child of Myrrdin and Rachel Avison. He was alone most of his childhood though,
for, when he was three, going on four, his mother began to get sick. His father stayed with
her, and Dyon was virtually forgotten for several months, his fourth birthday coming and
going unnoticed. It was the last week of his mother's life that he finally saw her, though
he didn't know it would be for the last time. It was the next day that she died; giving
birth to a child that died later that same day as well. He learned a lesson that next
month, a hard lesson. Never cry, not even when no one is watching, but especially not when
someone is.
