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| - The house was dark, dank and unusually noisy on this night. The wind howled and trees rustled in the middle of the night. It is just past midnight, 12:01:27 on the 31st day of the 3rd month to be exact. And just after the load shriek of a woman all covered up in a bed with sweat dripping all down her,the loud cry of a baby can be heard as he's being born. On this day, this dark, windy, early morning, Sterling Deus Templar is born. The galaxy will fear, cherish, honor and hate this day. For on this day the future scourge of the galaxy is born!
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| - The house was dark, dank and unusually noisy on this night. The wind howled and trees rustled in the middle of the night. It is just past midnight, 12:01:27 on the 31st day of the 3rd month to be exact. And just after the load shriek of a woman all covered up in a bed with sweat dripping all down her,the loud cry of a baby can be heard as he's being born. On this day, this dark, windy, early morning, Sterling Deus Templar is born. The galaxy will fear, cherish, honor and hate this day. For on this day the future scourge of the galaxy is born! Sterling Deus Templar was born to two Mandalorian immigrants; Mara Allana Templar, a simple house wife who was totally and completely dedicated to following her husband's direction, and Macen Deus Templar, a mercenary, soldier, warrior, and weapon-smith. As the doctor took Sterling from his mother to be tested for several things, seeing the midichlorian testing device made Macen flash in his mind back to when he was tested at 16. "Michael, your son Macen over here we tested him as you had wished, and sadly it turns out he only has around two thousand, four hundred and seventy three Midichlorian count per cell." Macen came back to the present as the doctor began to speak to him. "Macen, I tested your son as you wished. Good news, I'm reading...unless the Macine is in error which i doubt because i tested 3 times to verify the results, a midichlorian count of nineteen thousand, seven hundred and forty two per cell!" As Macen rejoiced, he knew what this meant. He must train his son in any and every form of combat, tactics, strategy, stealth, and weapon smithing he new, in order to facilitate his son becoming a great Jedi. When Sterling was 5 years old, his mother bore him a little sister by the name of Valana Mara Templar. Who would spend the rest of her life trying to emulate him. By the time Sterling was 8 years old, he was already exercising with his father for three hours a day with his father and could dismantle and reassemble an Imperial blaster. At the time Sterling had reached the age of 11, Mara was bitten by a strange creature, got very sick, fell into a coma and died. This gave Sterling a little gem of internal rage from that point on, deep down in his heart. It took Sterling several months to mourn the passing of his mother. After the mourning subsided, Sterling went to work to get better, with three and four times as much effort. At the age of 16, Sterling lost his father. Macen was accidentally killed by an exploding grenade that he was tinkering with in his work shed. By the time Sterling had reached the age of 17 he had developed basic skills in physical fitness and readiness to where he could do a 1,500 ft (457 m) swim using breast or side stroke in under 12:30, 84 push-ups in 2 minutes, 75 sit-ups in 2 minutes, 24 pull-ups from a dead hang, 1.5 miles (2.4 km) in boots and trousers in under 11:30. His father taught him the basic of those skills, assuming he'd learn and develop them in more detail on his own throughout his life. Right around Sterling's 18th birthday he decided to take up his father's profession as a jack-of-all-trades for the highest bider and proceeded to travel the galaxy. In his journeys he acquired a broken and unstable lightsaber on Korriban in the Valley of the Dark Lords.
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