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"what did I steal?
not emeralds or crystals.
Nor ships and gold.
what I took was worth far more
it is most rare
and no one can ever take it back
oh what did I steal?
oh, what did I steal!”
not emeralds or crystals.
Nor ships and gold.
what I took was worth far more
it is most rare
and no one can ever take it back
oh what did I steal?
oh, what did I steal!”
What can I say about my past? The one I was given? I was born into wretched poverty, but gifted enough to understand what had been put on me. My childhood saw no doctors. Who could afford one? Who could afford the tests to reveal their child's gift? There was more valuable things to buy.
My meals were stolen or bought by whores and alcoholics. My gift earned my keep. I knew just enough to know who was going to be the next winner at the track. I was the hidden Gold Egg, luckily my parents had enough wit to keep the earnings from attracting attention.
They were well meaning, but woefully uneducated. They sent me to the mandated education system where they prayed that I would keep out of trouble and learn how to calculate risk properly. It was well enough, I suppose. I learned just enough about the Law and Money in order to help others break it and steal. What did the “proper” system ever do for me?
I made more money keeping books and records for the common thug than I ever could thieving on my own. My Gift shifted the weak and the liar away from me.
I was viewed as a “up and coming” sort. However, I kept my head down, to avoid attention as I helped reap thousands through “specialized book keeping” But that would change.
I saw a hero once. He revealed a great secret to me. And though I did not see everything, I saw enough.
I saw his rise and rebirth, and I saw his final fight where he slayed the dark maw. I saw rabbits slay monsters. There were blackened threads that reached all across the eons to darken the path for fools. The Hero managed to give their galaxy a great hurrah. Sadly, his universe would turn to ash anyway. He never existed here, but there he taught me everything I know.
He lives now, in a way. I can be what he denied himself and I have the freedoms with it. I can be anyone I want. I tasted the cinder of the in-between places. I felt their heated smoke. The fire is not lit inside of me.
I was born as a robber, I became a proper thief when a great window opened up. The There is now Here. I love every moment of it.
They will try to kill me, no doubt. The Bastions of Order and Civility are going to find my records. They will see the accounting loopholes I found. The ways their Law failed to protect them. Then they will realize that not all robbers are in rags and seek my captivity.
Let them try and put chains on me. I will not be kept long.
Age:25
Species: Human
Gender: male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'0
Force Sensitive: yes
Personality: A thinker, instead of a brute. But Jean, pronounced "john", has had a few incidents where his familiarity with a crowbar came to use. Jean has a very difficult time forming meaningful connections beyond networking. He is aloof to a fault. But this makes it easy for him to view others as capital to be bought or sold depending on what he needs to do to advance.
Jean would never verbalize this sentiment. He is aware that others need to feel empathy and can at least fake a cordial behavior until he gets what he needs from others. He is pragmatic, and hungry for knowledge about his gifts. He strives to get the upper hand on the system he felt has purposefully ignored him and spurned him from his true potential.
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