Five Syndicates Jon Dromon

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Jon Dromon

AGE
► 35
SPECIES
► Duros
HEIGHT
► 6'
WEIGHT
► 171 lbs
EYE COLOR
► Orange
BIRTHPLACE
► Ender's Flag
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Five Syndicates
SYNDICATE
► None - Freelance
RANK
► Scoundrel
OCCUPATION
► Bounty hunter
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
STATUS
► Alive

B I O G R A P H Y

“I'm here, huckleberry.”​

Jon Dromon was born on the ship named Ender's Flag.
His mother gave birth to him, but it wasn't planned.
A small vessel, no bridge, no hold, just the cockpit.
She was a pilot, till she settled down on a planet.

Mother raised Jon the motherly way, giving her best from early age.
Teaching him defense, but watching him turn all of that into offense.
He picked wrong fights, disproportionate retribution in his dead eyes.
They were orange like her own but somehow colder, distant, or frozen.

He showed an indifference toward the universe and for life at large.
He did not display traits of sadism but instead a kind of emptiness.
A sense of nihilism gripped him and he saw no point to existence.
Except to survive, to pay his way, so he embarked for the stars.

He proved to be skilled in combat, patient, detailed, like a hunter.
He had already killed, with no emotion, and he would kill others.
A lone operative, but no assassin, he could take his prey in alive.
Whatever paid best for a bounty hunter traveling far and wide.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

“I'm always interested in getting paid. As long as the pay is good."​

Jon is as cold as they come which is no surprise given his occupation in life.
The kind of people he works for can range from government to syndicate.
However, whoever they are, whether they pay well, he is loyal to himself.
Crime pays, law pays, they both do, but their agendas are not his own.

Cruel though he is, his is largely indifference, and usually a reason for it.
Jon does not go out of his way to cut off fingers or to squeeze triggers.
That child doesn't need to die unless the mother denies father's location.
Sometimes folks are in the wrong place at the wrong time, like civilians.

For Jon Dromon there's only one truth that matters most in a crazy galaxy.
Nothing lasted forever, neither the hand that gave nor the hand that took.
So he wouldn't give what he couldn't, yet would always take what he could.
It's all about money, really, it can't be personal; Jon Dromon's is just apathy.

E Q U I P M E N T

-> BW-713 Blackhand Heavy Blaster Pistol
-> DC-15S Blaster Carbine
-> ATA Pulse-Wave Pistol
-> Stuncuffs
-> Knives
-> Grenades
-> Comlink
-> Hip flask
-> Cigarras
-> Dreadclaw [Lancer Pursuit Craft]
-> Stalker [ID-21 Seeker Droid]
-> Thrall [R6-series Astromech Droid]

T H R E A D S

1. Liberation of Llanic [ABANDONED]
2. Tething Troubles [ABANDONED]
3. Slimeball [ABANDONED]
4. Anyone Want To Bar Fight? [ABANDONED]
5. Mah Dan See Kung [COMPLETED]
6. Completely Legal Salvage [ABANDONED]
7. Birdnapping [COMPLETE]
8. Badger Break Out [COMPLETE]
9. Dead or Alive
10. Business Is Well… Business [ABANDONED]

“Look, you owe me money, I owe you work, maybe to collect from those who owe you money."​