Dekkan Fray
RETIRED
NAME: Dekkan Fray
FACTION: The Protectorate
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 42
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.8 Meters
WEIGHT: 80 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tan and weathered
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 42
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.8 Meters
WEIGHT: 80 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tan and weathered
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
OCCUPATION: Owner and Operator of Do or Dine
LANGUAGES: Basic and Bocce
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:- + Exceptional reflexes from years of training his body to call on his fast-twitch muscle fibers.
- + Marksmanship with just about any weapon he handled gave Dekkan a dead shot ability.
- + Above-average cook - an ability used to start his own business.
- + Shrewd business practices; knowing how to deal, and how to make a profit.
- - A haunted past of blood and tears that will follow him until his dying day
- - Heavy share of guilt stemming from the loss of his brother
- - Night terrors/PTSD
- - Nerve damage in his right hand and lower back (results of shrapnel)
- - Not exactly a social butterfly - keeps to himself.
PERSONALITY:
A far cry from what he once was. The ambitious and driven youth with a huge chip on his shoulder and a massive father issues has calmed himself down with age. He's less volatile, practicing peaceful meditations. With experience and understanding he has tamed his more aggressive passions making him soft spoken, and polite, and yet he still holds an intimidating manner about him. The strength is there, but it's mixed with compassion. This is how he'd prefer to be, to keep his mind at ease as much as he can. Fray has demons, that with the right (or wrong) push can cause him to lash out unexpectedly. Maintaining a peaceful attitude when being prodded is something he's been working on. He has learned to diffuse situations now with humor to mask any true emotion, and has become rather sarcastic in a jaded sort of way.
SHIP:
G1-A Starfighter by Byblos Drive Yard - Long gone. A relic that is stored in some cargo container and scrapped for parts. He keeps it for sentimental reasons but it will never fly again.
BIOGRAPHY:
“It is like writing history with lightning and my only regret is that it is all so terribly true.”
The choices of a man spurned by the loyalty he had staked a claim in so wholly are never as easy or concrete as some might believe. They can waver, they can falter, and if given the right motivation they can become something entirely opposite, creating a mind that lives in anarchy and grief. For much of his youth the ideals of moral integrity were upheld with a simple conviction to be a decent and reasonable man that could live his live through the troubled galaxy with a relative ease. It was however family ties that made his life entirely un-easy.
The first of these ties was that of a respected and somewhat aloof Father figure. Aloof in the case of being there for his progeny, and yet his dedication to the political stage was unwavering with fierce conviction. A respected man that held sway over the dealings of Senate hearings and still had a measure of values that ruled the household. Dekkan respected his Father, admired him for his stand and convictions and only occasionally wrestled with a somewhat absent male role model. However, he was not lacking completely in that area, for in his older brother; Ephram, he found strength and courage.
It would be this brother that would sway his decisions and his life in a path adopted out of necessity. The necessity of war. Leaning heavily on the older Fray for guidance during this tumultuous time, he gained a passion for training. His drive only matched by his natural prowess in marksmanship and resourcefulness. Dekkan was a man capable of utilizing everything and anything to make ends meet and get the job done. This trait among the comradery of the front lines kept his head attached more than a few times. However, as strong as he believed his family ties to be, it would ultimately lead to his untimely undoing.
In a grand act of treachery and a web of lies, the truth became horrifically clear during a seize and capture order from the commanding officer of his brigade. Ephram and Dekkan found themselves face to face with the real master of the marionettes that had danced around them for the last three years as strategic targets. Their own lineage came back to haunt them in the guise of their Father. It is relatively unknown exactly what happened during this fateful revelation. Speculations have risen in many avenues, but there is little proof for the witnesses refuse to speak on the matter. What is known is that this was the turning point that introduced years of chaos.
A young man trained in the art of destruction, warfare, and bent on retribution is a far more dangerous thing if he doesn't have the convictions needed to keep himself in check. This fragile thread of loyalty was unraveled and had eventually snapped. A pathway was carved out of blood, violence, aggression and destruction. Nothing lay safe within the journey to exact terrible vengeance on the ties that had so bound young Dekkan. It was madness in point of fact. Sheer madness that had consumed the youth into such a streak of violence, the likes of which are rarely known. Only in the absolute show of wrath and hate did understanding finally dawn on the, as of yet, wasted mind of Dekkan.
An unthinkable mistake caused the fractured conscience of our wayward figure to slowly piece itself back to reality. It was an abomination to behold, coupled with the guilt and grief that came with it. Dekkan went into hiding for a numbers of years following the aftermath, finding refuge in that of the Vagrant Fleet. The 'don't ask, don't tell' policy of people wishing to stay under the radar appealed greatly to a broken man. Now reaching a more humbled age in body as well as mind, Fray has sought to leave his past buried and setup shop at a trading planet known as Abregado-rae.
ARCHIVE THREADS:
- Diner Blues [dead link]
- Old Scars [dead link]
- Thousand Eyes [dead link]
- Do or Dine: Mando Hour [dead link]
- No Soup for You [dead link]
- The Looking Glass [dead link]
- Ordering off the menu [dead link]
- Flashback:Ties that Bind
- Flashback
aying the Fare - Flashbackistractions
- Taking Stock of the Market
- Iron Chef: Abregado-Rae
ACTIVE THREADS:
[dead link] = Site wipe
