In Umbris Potestas Est
NAME: Monic DeKin
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Unknown
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 135lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Dirty Blonde
SKIN: Pale White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
Going Unseen/Stealth
Slicer
Crafting
Thieving
WEAKNESSES
Has very little physical strength
Children
Lacks a real identity
SHIP:
Modified Jedi Starfighter
BIOGRAPHY:
From the beginning Monic was never wanted. An unplanned and unwanted child born into a fatherless unstable household never faired well for a newborn. Luckily abortion did not take place thanks to a friend of the mother. Instead she was talked into giving the child up for adoption.
Over the next several years of his life Monic went from one foster family to another. Just like his mother and father, no one wanted him. Being that he did not play well with others and he had rather been left alone altogether, most families tried to get rid of him faster than they got him. Fellow brothers and sisters constantly tried to bully him simply because they could. Monic was never known for his strength.
At the age of fifteen Monic felt that he was perfectly capable of caring for himself. He left his current foster home in the middle of the night. Stepping over those who called themselves his new brothers and sisters, there was no remorse in leaving them behind. They meant nothing to him.
After nearly a week of travelling north a large city presented itself. Monic walked the streets as if he had lived there for years; no one was the wiser. The city was large enough that anyone could go unnoticed if they had any desire to do so. The streets constantly remained filled with those of all species going about their business.
Eventually Monic stumbled on an abandoned part of the city. A part that once thrived like the rest but had now become useless due to advances in technology and society. It was rare to see anyone in the deserted area and those who were seen seemed to be those who wanted to remain left alone.
Monic soon began looking for a home and was quickly pleased with what he discovered. Just west of the main city was what looked to be an old repair hanger. Monic shouldered through a side door and made his way into the building. Inside the hanger sat an old work bench with miscellaneous out of date parts along with a near ancient datapad. Monic knew some of the stuff would come into use should he find a purpose for them. His attention was soon directed to the far corner of the hanger. A tarp laid lightly draped over another piece of equipment. Eager, Monic moved to uncover what sat in the shadows. To his surprise an old dust covered Jedi starfighter appeared before his eyes. He knew in time he could have the small ship in operation again. As he left the ship he made his way to a nearby latter he spotted. Monic climbed high to a loft near the ceiling. Four dusty droids sat where he knew he would be resting his head every night.
Monic stepped off the latter onto the main floor with a smile upon his face. After taking in the moment he moved to steal the necessities of life from the surrounding abandoned homes.
Monic spent the following years living in the old hanger. In time his thieving skills developed and he was able to acquire everything he needed to survive by stealing from those dwelling in the heart of the city. In his free time Monic worked endlessly around his hanger. With nothing better to do he taught himself the mechanics of technology through trial and error. A security system was first installed. Coded door locks with recognition features. Perimeter sensors were placed around the nearby buildings and cameras were set up throughout the area. The four droids soon became the Monic’s best friends. The first was transformed in to a security droid programmed to confront anything near the hanger. Another was programmed to assist the starfight’s operation systems while the others two were redesigned to assist in anything and everything Monic needed.
In time Monic broke through the security protections on the datapad. With all the time in the world he turned the datapad into a high speed piece of technology. Though it looked like an ancient piece of tech, it was better than anything found on the market. Eventually slicing became a hobby of his and he no longer had to sneak and steal things, he would just buy what he needed with stolen credits. Throughout the years Monic’s wealth grew.
Eventually the ship became operational, but had not been flown yet. Monic hoped to get it in the air soon. The plan was to leave the planet in search of some work, any kind of work. He felt that he needed a challenge. He knew he was gifted and he was finally ready to use his talents for something. He was very good at what he did but by no means would he consider himself an expert. Being self-taught he knew there was a lot he didn’t know, but he was thirsty for the knowledge.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Unknown
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 135lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Dirty Blonde
SKIN: Pale White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
Going Unseen/Stealth
Slicer
Crafting
Thieving
WEAKNESSES
Has very little physical strength
Children
Lacks a real identity
SHIP:
Modified Jedi Starfighter
BIOGRAPHY:
From the beginning Monic was never wanted. An unplanned and unwanted child born into a fatherless unstable household never faired well for a newborn. Luckily abortion did not take place thanks to a friend of the mother. Instead she was talked into giving the child up for adoption.
Over the next several years of his life Monic went from one foster family to another. Just like his mother and father, no one wanted him. Being that he did not play well with others and he had rather been left alone altogether, most families tried to get rid of him faster than they got him. Fellow brothers and sisters constantly tried to bully him simply because they could. Monic was never known for his strength.
At the age of fifteen Monic felt that he was perfectly capable of caring for himself. He left his current foster home in the middle of the night. Stepping over those who called themselves his new brothers and sisters, there was no remorse in leaving them behind. They meant nothing to him.
After nearly a week of travelling north a large city presented itself. Monic walked the streets as if he had lived there for years; no one was the wiser. The city was large enough that anyone could go unnoticed if they had any desire to do so. The streets constantly remained filled with those of all species going about their business.
Eventually Monic stumbled on an abandoned part of the city. A part that once thrived like the rest but had now become useless due to advances in technology and society. It was rare to see anyone in the deserted area and those who were seen seemed to be those who wanted to remain left alone.
Monic soon began looking for a home and was quickly pleased with what he discovered. Just west of the main city was what looked to be an old repair hanger. Monic shouldered through a side door and made his way into the building. Inside the hanger sat an old work bench with miscellaneous out of date parts along with a near ancient datapad. Monic knew some of the stuff would come into use should he find a purpose for them. His attention was soon directed to the far corner of the hanger. A tarp laid lightly draped over another piece of equipment. Eager, Monic moved to uncover what sat in the shadows. To his surprise an old dust covered Jedi starfighter appeared before his eyes. He knew in time he could have the small ship in operation again. As he left the ship he made his way to a nearby latter he spotted. Monic climbed high to a loft near the ceiling. Four dusty droids sat where he knew he would be resting his head every night.
Monic stepped off the latter onto the main floor with a smile upon his face. After taking in the moment he moved to steal the necessities of life from the surrounding abandoned homes.
Monic spent the following years living in the old hanger. In time his thieving skills developed and he was able to acquire everything he needed to survive by stealing from those dwelling in the heart of the city. In his free time Monic worked endlessly around his hanger. With nothing better to do he taught himself the mechanics of technology through trial and error. A security system was first installed. Coded door locks with recognition features. Perimeter sensors were placed around the nearby buildings and cameras were set up throughout the area. The four droids soon became the Monic’s best friends. The first was transformed in to a security droid programmed to confront anything near the hanger. Another was programmed to assist the starfight’s operation systems while the others two were redesigned to assist in anything and everything Monic needed.
In time Monic broke through the security protections on the datapad. With all the time in the world he turned the datapad into a high speed piece of technology. Though it looked like an ancient piece of tech, it was better than anything found on the market. Eventually slicing became a hobby of his and he no longer had to sneak and steal things, he would just buy what he needed with stolen credits. Throughout the years Monic’s wealth grew.
Eventually the ship became operational, but had not been flown yet. Monic hoped to get it in the air soon. The plan was to leave the planet in search of some work, any kind of work. He felt that he needed a challenge. He knew he was gifted and he was finally ready to use his talents for something. He was very good at what he did but by no means would he consider himself an expert. Being self-taught he knew there was a lot he didn’t know, but he was thirsty for the knowledge.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS: