Bors Thul - Last son of terrestrial House Thul, First Son of Thul's new age of Alderaan; a woeful prospect for a boy who would call himself, just a man of duty.
An Unfortunate Origin
Part of the very last generation born on Alderaan, with a childhood steeped in other's memories, in a melancholy laced course of history and instruction that sought to continue the culture of a people to whom he belonged but had no means to connect as they who raised him could. Honest to fault, polite and observant to a degree that this distinction of an Alderaanian born on his people's homeworld, but having been to young at its destruction to have recollections to share in empathetic union with his peers and relations.
Much of the early life of Bors was spent aboard the 'Frost Light' the Baudo Yacht used by his family for travel, and later an impromptu home following the destruction of Alderaan. Mere months following his birth. A child of a scattered, endangered, people and son to the now nearly destroyed House of Thul. Bors was treated as a cherished member of the last children of Alderaan. Lauded, with his sister, as the generation meant to raise their peopl, and House Thul, back to greatness with the coming of the surviving years. Perpetually instructed with the importance of his duty to his people and his culture lest it be forgotten to time. The loss of the world and the call to Rebellion became the focal point of his education. Peace did not save Alderaan, cleaving to peace destroyed it. Only future action would restore it.
Those early lessons, the ironclad dedication of his elders to the cause of preserving Alderaan, forged a bond between young boy and older sister; a pair with an entire history heaped on their shoulders with the expectation that they would be part of the guiding light of their people from the darkness of the Civil War and into the bright history of the future of a New Alderaan that had not yet been forged. Rested like a mantle on the shoulders of thousands not yet even ten years aged. The other worlds of the culture, the less noticed Delaya and the Ash Worlds, forgotten for the mourning of the jewel of the system rendered to debris and dust.
The son of Vix and Bayii Thul, younger brother of Uypiia, the immediate family having been nominally genial to one another and extended family, they became close knit when they had no home to go to. Lands lost, estates gone, their ownly possessions being connections to trade firms and their yacht, the family fell in with one another understanding to be so was survival. Family and people first was instructed. Loyalty to Alderaan and her people. Compassion for others, even one's enemy. Life was still precious, even if peace was not entirely possible.
Curious and inspired by legends of Alderaan's history, Bors's youth was defined by a quiet need to poke his nose into places he was told not too. Heaped tales of the glory of Alderaan, the shining histoy of House Thul and the perfection of Alderaanian society. Presented only glimpses of his people's years of feudal bickering and martial advances in the old histories. The same histories that even saw House Thul among others banished from Alderaan for centuries for their duplicity and failed attempt to use the Sith Empire of old for a coup to claim the place of first house among all others.
Regularly reprimanded for his temerity to seek out the stained history of both house and people, frequently chastised for using the faults of Alderaan as argument to why they had evolved to the point that they had and watched by members of his house and shielded by Uypiia when he might have faced censure for forcing full honesty into his lessons. Raised to love peace, acknowledge that the great travesty could happen Never Again, but accepting the darker truths of his people's past in order to realize just how far -some- people had to go, to assure that others would not have to. Not all had to be warriors, but some must so that others could enjoy peace.
His educational shenanigans were coupled with sneaking onto shuttles traveling between the colony worlds, the ash worlds, and once following his father to Yavin IV itself when meeting with the New Republic after the Empire's fall. He gained insight to the workings of the galaxy, albeit a very minute and distant scratch at the surface; but enough to hold his attention and continue to build a sense, a need, to be something that could provide the security that felt sorely lacking in the galaxy at large. The regular interaction with 'rougher sorts' on his periodic, unsanctioned, journeys to the locals docks or spacer bars colored his outlooks, hearing first hand the reports of skirmishes with pirates, close escapes and the excitement that speed and danger bred. Stories that he was often shielded from in his childhood and restricted as he began adolescence. Caught speaking in spacer slang or forgetting himself when a snatch of 'dock shanties' were uttered aloud, his adherence to courtly manner and behavior was strictly enforced. The, unfortunately for his parents, blend of behaviors becoming a social alloy that would become a source of pinched bridges and deep breaths at Thul court when the 'bawdy singing of Bayii's youngest boy' was alluded to by rivals.
Freedom In a Cockpit
Bors became well known before his fifteenth year for facing these hurled slights towards his parents, and house, with full acknowledgement of his acceptance of all classes ways. To be better versed in the people that the Houses claimed to rule with gentle and even hand. Many times facing the accusers and asking what they knew of 'common lives' that could color their decisions for governing Alderaanians. Even admitting to his own ignorance of many topics and rounding out these admissions with oaths to study and at next meeting be able to answer with educated answers. Doing so many times at the irritation of nobles who hadn't and had more often forgotten the argument as irrelevant.
Speeders and flying became his passion. The exhilaration of high speed flight and dangerous maneuvers were an escape from the stiff manners of life among the displaced nobility and his natural ability was noted by his mother and sister in his teen years when 'allowed to drive' to some function or back home. To his joy he was allowed to let much of his artistic study lack in order pursue a career as a pilot, being enrolled in the Republic's training programs and enrolled in the academy when old enough to join.
In Her Majesty's Service
|Ulani Kalgaav||A person stumbled onto on Bors's occasional wanderings of Chandrila. Poignant questions answered and her younger sister protected from a past that she should not be punished for. Either of them. A strong affection rests between them and Bors is dead set on helping her have a better life than the one she escaped.|
|Aryn Cole||Her highness, chosen by Bail's own daughter. A kind and endearing soul whom he strives to prove as the right choice, despite some of the questions of the Houses.|
|Ektor||A lordly pirate become a decent soldier and worthwhile companion. Needs a monocle.|
|Poe Dameron||Known only in short spurts, but an able commander and likely a friend to be had if he had the time for life. A pity, but not a pitiable man.|
|Ban Iskender||Lord Ban, the Green Knight. Gentleman and protector of Aryn - a man whom Bors should want to know better, for their dedication to the throne.|
|Jessika Pava||Oh dear Jessika, the warrior queen, a woman who has Bors's utmost respect. Perhaps a friend, even if he is held at arms length, for there is no need. They are out of each other's stars for one reason or another.|
|Shemar||The RNG - Good ol' Nugget. The man has sand, that's definitely admirable.|
|Lofty||Squishable soft exterior. Fizzpop filled warrior inside.|