Deonor
//...Reminiscing...\\
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"I don't do quotes, sir... Pick one from the book"
Juvenescence
A shattered puzzle which is missing crucial pieces hidden somewhere deep inside an old-timer's fragile mind, Deonor's early days have mostly been forgotten by the man himself as well as the vast galaxy around him.
However, the odd man's story allegedly began 52 long years back, somewhere near or in one of the endless planets of the Outer Rim. Deonor was born to a family of five as the third and youngest son. The exact details of his family are vague, but it's known that the young boy's father was a man of crime, a notorious pirate and a liar who betrayed and abandoned his gang years back. The retired gunslinger was certainly one good with words and the intense stories he typically told would've definitely been enough to make anyone as adrenaline hungry as his two oldest sons crave for similar adventures.
Young Deonor wasn't exactly the same type his reckless brothers were. A strangely calm boy who barely ever found himself in trouble was an absolute contrast to the two aspiring little punks he grew up teased and mocked by. Deonor certainly enjoyed his old man's tales, but wasn't one to ever imagine himself as the story's protagonist.
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Reprisal
Young Deonor, now in or nearing his 20's, seemed to be headed toward an artist's life. Having found a well enough paying honest job and generally beginning to stand on his own feet in life, the young man spent most of his free time sketching and writing short stories much inspired by the tales his father once told him. With dreams of eventually publishing his book, Deonor looked at the future with more hope in his eyes than ever before.
A liar. A turncoat. A traitor. Bloodthirsty pirates and criminal misfits definitely don't look at such people with kind eyes, especially when the person in question is their former leader. And without Deonor's father's knowledge - under his eyes - his past gang started to gather knowledge of his existence and location.
His home, father and possibly brothers as well were burned, killed and ultimately - slaughtered as an act of reprisal, revenge. Surprisingly being the young man's first proper time of coming in contact with ruthless violence, Deonor was eventually spared by the killers, but did get his fair share of acting as the punchbag for the killers to relieve their remaining aggression on.
The event most likely shook up the young man quite a lot, seeing the people, the heroes in the stories his father once told him destroy practically everything his childhood was built on. Yet, the silent and calm boy tried his best to keep calm and carry on, seeing the event as a mere turnaround in his life. Perhaps as a sign to chase the life his father once had, eventually leading up to a revenge on the killers as a grand finale?... At least it was a worthy thing to write about.
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Hostilities
Although it's still not exactly clear where his early days were spent, it's a known fact the planet turned against itself in a vicious civil war type conflict.
Brothers turned against each other and the sweet old and small town young Deonor lived in soon turned in to nothing but a vast sea of trenches. And by the with us or against us policy young Deonor was soon enough forced to defend his 'brothers'.
Trapped in the middle of a literal war zone, Deonor fought for a cause he wasn't aware of nor cared about in any level. He wasn't exactly an ideal fighter neither, more often than not missing every shot he took and found looting the bodies of both enemy and ally in the aftermath of fierce battles. Eventually, ambushed, the young man ended up finding himself wounded, his whole right arm ripped right off by a wild series of explosions that left his short term friends lifeless. He lied in the place he thought would end up being his grave for what felt like an eternity until people came by, saving the young man's life he already thought he was losing the grip of.
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Rebirth
Time lost it's meaning. Days and months felt the same to the injured and battle scarred man. There's no telling how long he lied in the ruins he once thought to be his grave. His body and mind both left broken, the grip on life and death he might've had, was already starting to loosen. In fact, the reaper knocked on his door several times and the man was almost ready to welcome him home as an expected guest, perhaps even offer some tea as a thanks of sorts.
However, Deonor's time wasn't out quite yet and he was indeed saved from an impending doom. His arm replaced by a metallic limb, void of life. His mind left shattered, wandering about trying to form a grip on to reality once more.
That was until Deonor found himself somewhere near or in Jakku, clueless of where he came from and where he was supposed to drag himself to. Though the perplexed man's mind was gradually clearing, he was still a confused mess. A man with no memories to speak of, no direction in life to follow anymore, nothing else than a weapon and a... book on him. It wasn't long until the man discovered the writings his past self had made. Yes... he had made sure he wouldn't overlook anything important... Ah yes, the countless gangs and bounty hunters chasing him, the vicious things he'd done to get an inch closer to his goal and to anyone that dared to try and stop him, the treasure he was after...
The last memories the graybeard might've possessed were overshadowed by endless delusions of his past, of who the man by the name of Deonor was. With no other path to follow, the old dog had no choice but to carry on with his quest to find the... the treasure with no specified name or value to speak of...
But then again... perhaps he's merely a permadrunk bum with an active imagination and endless lies on top of more lies stored in the back of his fragile mind... One might never truly know.
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An older human man, the wrinkles on Deonor's face and the increasingly evident white hairs on his scalp and beard tell a hundred stories of his past. He's quite tall, standing at 6'0'' and his build is fairly toned although his age has taken its toll on him. Deonor's pale blue eyes have a distinct empty look to them, most evident when he's seemingly reminiscing his past.
His clothing favors dark nut brown in color and Deonor is most often seen wearing a long pilot's coat that goes down to his feet and gloves that seemingly blend in to it fairly well. A thick belt goes around his waist, a blaster and several other tools attached to it. On his head, the old man prefers wearing a pilot's hat and bulky glasses held up by it, although he's ordinarily seen without it. Deonor's hair isn't quite the long mess it used to be years ago, but his thin greying strands of hair are still slightly unkept.
Deonor pictured in a different attire │ The robotic prosthetic, hidden under the sleeve of his jacket.
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STRENGTHS (+)
Brawler (+):
Despite his age, Deonor is still a decent if not a wild and dirty fighter of the more traditional style. He isn't afraid of giving the 'killing blow' almost instantly if it's the easiest way out and almost always prefers to handle things with his fists over his weapon.
Adventurous (+):
Once again, Deonor's age doesn't stop him from being the adventurous and thrill-seeking old man he is ... Or at least believes himself to be.
NEUTRALS (/)
Garrulous (/):
Deonor is definitely a talkative old man, in fact to such an extent that he more often than not finds himself shooting his mouth off if nobody shuts him up in time.
Biographer (/):
Perhaps slightly obsessed with the idea of writing a full-on autobiography of his adventures, Deonor is most often seen scribbling and writing in to the small journal type book he carries with him.
WEAKNESSES (-)
The Thousand Yard Stare (-)
No matter the actual cause, it's no lies that Deonor's mind has been shaken and is definitely not in the best shape. His empty eyes often stare at nothing and his legs constantly twitch slightly as if under stress, most noticeably when sitting as his feet almost drum the floor under them.
Anti-Solo (-)
Though on the outside Deonor might seem like a sharpshooter ready to draw a duel when simply asked to, in reality he sees his blaster as the absolute last resort. He's not much of a good shot, but whenever he manages to hit a living being it most likely and at best causes minor annoyance and bruising.
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NOTABLE POSSESSIONS
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WEAPONS
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TOOLS
- A small old portable datapad
MISC
- A large pouch to carry most of his valuables and other miscellaneous possessions in. Attached to his belt. Items inside include fishy maps, a small handheld camera and a book with leather covers.
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"I'm not much of a killer myself, mister"
- "Eh... Something's off here and I for sure don't like it, mister. It's too empty and peaceful here, and I can most definitely feel in the air it's not right"
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...Nothing In Here For Now...