For Aleister Mianar, Life, was not his choice, but, it was his right. The 16 year old boy stood brandishing the one gift that his parents had left beside his ancient crib like place, when they left him, abandoned him in the lower levels of Coruscant some 16 years before. He sighed, and as he took to running, the tears dropped to the ground as he animalistically leapt through the air, his large blackened wings flapping in the wind as he soared through the lower level, swooping down on his enemies, he began to hunt for dinner.
Aleister Mianar, was not human, this was obvious to any who looked at him.
It was likely that his parents and he were the last of their species, one who had slowly died out from a long forgotten planet, and had attempted to live amongst Humans. However, when the Imperials retook Coruscant, things became much more difficult for the boy. Not to believe they weren’t difficult already… Being an alien, with a particularly hard to hide “Affliction.” He was known to the people around him, simply as “Aleister, Al, or “hey, you, Flyboy.” He didn’t mind so much, at least they talked to him and didn’t shun him as if he had a wart on his forehead or 14 eyes. Though if he did, he figured he’d use that as a strength just as he used the reactions of the people, and his “affliction.” There was something about Aleister that many couldn’t place. He seemed to be light years ahead of many of the “children” his age. He could run faster, see farther, and jump higher than all of them, by leaps and bounds, at least, sometimes…. Other times he could barely walk, and, that was never good for anyone.
As he Flew, targeting what would be his dinner, He choked up a bit, and the tears begin to fall onto the carcasses of those creatures he had slain. He set himself down on one of the upper canopies, and began to cry.
16 Years Earlier
Deep in the arts district of Coruscant, a young child was born. Perhaps, Born, and child, were, not exactly the most appropriate of terms. Created, and Abandoned, might perhaps fit this young being’s circumstances in a more appropriate nature. What maddening thought, that two parents would leave a young alien child, in the lower levels of Coruscant. It was almost as if they did not expect his survival, so they chose instead to keep their own lives and vanish, not allowing themselves to be connected to it. They had severed their connection to their species, in a painful process by slicing off the very wings which were their only feature which made them appear nonhuman. However, the baby’s had barely started to grow, and they did not have the heart to put it through such a painful procedure.
Two lower level street urchins, a Human named Krina, and a Rodian named Niktel, found the young child while they were looking for food. At this point, they were hungry enough that they even considered killing and devouring the child, but Krina refused to allow them to do so. She noted the small sprouted wings on his back, and knew, that one day, she would learn more about him than she’d even want to know. She took the boy into her arms, held him close, and they walked that day through the wastes, back to the home the two shared.
Present Day:
After Aleister finished his weeping, He looked upward to the passage that would lead to the upper level of Coruscant, one that he had been told never to take. However, his parents were no longer here to tell him what to do. 2 years prior, they had been killed in a fight over food with another band of urchins, and Aleister had escaped with his life, mainly due to his ability to fly. He looked long and hard, at the entrance to the upper level, and he felt his legs tense as he pushed off, flying towards it. He would taste freedom, something his parents never did. He swore that to himself.
