Dante Erinith
| Dante Erinith | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Race | Echani |
| Homeworld | Rhen Var |
| Mother | Elia Erinith |
| Father | 'Jias Dormir' |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Siblings | Rick Dormir (Deceased) |
| Born | Year: -13, Day: Unknown |
| Physical Description | |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'1 |
| Coloring | Pale |
| Hair Color | White |
| Eye Color | Heterochromatic; Blue (Left), Green (Right) |
| Political Information | |
| Affiliation | Corporate Sector Alliance; Mandalorian |
| Prior Affiliation | Galactic Empire |
- "Life...is tough, no matter the path you walk. You have to be tough as beskar to be a real optimist, to look at the bright side despite the garbage piled on you day after day - and you have to be scum to be completely apathetic, to have every redeeming trait of sentient life cleanly exorcised out of you. You have to find the middle ground. It's the best men like you and I can really do.
We walk that ground every day. A dozen of us fight for a dozen different reasons, against men with drives and goals not entirely unlike our own. Fighting for the sake of fighting, because it's all we know. When we walk into politics, we mess it up; we're warriors, fighters, not talkers. Some of us try to do good, but more often than not, we have to settle for not making things worse than they already are. We do our best, and we hope it's enough.
Men see my armor, and they know that I am Mandalorian, and they pass me off as a thug, as a brute mercenary who doesn't care about anything but himself. It's us and the galaxy. We stand alone in a galaxy that despises us, and it lets us know it every chance it can get - and it really weighs down on you after a while. You grow tired. You grow cynical. You just stumble from one battle to another, hoping, waiting for something.
And then, one day, fighting in a war for a reason you don't understand or a cause you don't believe in, on a side you can't say for sure is better than any other, you stumble across a town. Somebody else beat you there. The men are dead. The children are crying. The women are taken.
And then you remember why you picked up a gun in the first place, and you run out to bring those kids' mothers back to them." - — Dante Erinith
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