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Myltan Digger

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Name
Myltan Digger

FACTION
Unaffiliated

RANK
None to speak of

SPECIES
Human

AGE
Nineteen

SEX
Male

HEIGHT
Five foot Six Inches

WEIGHT
114 lbs

EYES
Blue, though his left eye suffers from an untreatable cataract, resulting in a total blindness in that eye.

HAIR
Dull Ginger

SKIN
Pale

FORCE SENSITIVE
Affirmative

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES

+ Confident: "Shy" is not a concept that can apply to Myltan, in most circumstances. He's outgoing, finds interacting with people easy, saying what he wants is easy.

+- Apathetic: He doesn't have much empathy for strangers. Somebody has to weasel themselves into a position he cares about for him to care about them and what happens to them.

- Half-Blind: There is a complete lack of vision in his left eye.

- Low Musculature: Or rather, none to speak of. He is far from fit, far from being built. Making most physically streneous activities completely inaccessible to the boy.

APPEARANCE

Petite is the best way one could describe Myltan's body structure, this, combined with his stature, contributes to his slight weight. His face is kept clean of hair at all times, an excessive focus on shaving, even if he does not grow much facial hair to begin with.

PERSONALITY

There is an omnipresent arrogance wedged deep into the boy's psyche. One that places him above everybody else, in his own mind. Central to his mentality is the belief that he is better than everybody else, in one way or another. He fabricates reasons for his superiority constantly.

BIOGRAPHY

Myltan was born on the planet Chandrila as an only child. To parents who had, themselves, been lone children. Resulting in a lack of uncles, aunts, cousins or anything aside from his parents. Especially after the boy had turned three years old. The year his grandmother, on his Father's side, passed away. Much of his life was spent in a tiny village, not unlike the many that spanned his homeworld's surface. He was born totally blind in his left eye, a condition his parents attempted to get treated but after a few early failures completely abandoned the idea.

This being the only way he ever remembered seeing the world he, of course, was used to it. And he never felt like it was a hindrance at all.

His parents soon grew to forget about the issue anyway, as the boy soon grew to become a somewhat troubled child. Loudspoken from the beginning, aggressive in his dealings with people his age, unpolite to those above it. He was often the cause of trouble, the complaint of other parents, the bully of their children. His parents did not know what to do with him, there was a clear lack of response when it came to their attempts to discipline him, to lecture him because at the end of the day he never really changed.

Up until his teenage years, however, when he began to lag behind most other kids physically. When people could do much more than just tolerate his teasings. The tables were turned at this point, and he was subjected to much the same things he had brought upon people when they were all much younger. Except there was an edge to it, while his bullying had been mostly emotional, mental, he now faced more physical torments. Revenge against him often came in the forms of beatings. And it persisted for as long as people his age held a grudge against him. Even after he felt he had personally atoned for what had happened in the past.

It never seemed to end, all the same. It ebbed slightly, people became less cruel. But it was not going fast enough. By nineteen he had enough of it, he didn't want anything to do with the people of his village. He wanted to cut himself off from any reminder of them. And so he left the planet completely, without any words to his parents, no goodbyes. He simply took a shuttle towards Coruscant. A place that had always been a sort of marvel to him, a place he'd wanted to visit for so long.

But now it was much more than a visit, with the purchase of a small apartment, it had become his home.

SHIP

None

KILLS

None

BOUNTIES COLLECTED

None

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