Independent Peedunkee

[Pazaakly]

Peedunkee

AGE
► 19
SPECIES
► Aloxian
HEIGHT
► 4'8"
WEIGHT
► 125 lbs
EYE COLOR
► Brown
HAIR COLOR
► White
HOMEWORLD
► Zav Alox
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Independent
RANK
► N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes

BIOGRAPHY

Peedunkee was born not on any terra firma, but in a cargo module travelling through Hutt space. His family wasn't searching for greener pastures or seizing a lucrative opportunity. Instead they were just a cog in the machine of the Hutts' slave labor pipeline. Being an Aloxian, he fetched a nice chunk of credits as a prospect for his species' notorious strength and aggression at a young age. His childhood was spent serving primarily as a novelty attraction, making his owner money fighting small animals and droids as opening matches in local small-time dueling rings. Although he had no knowledge of the Force as a concept let alone its intricacies, his latent force sensitivity (as underdeveloped as it was) was a contributor to his success in the ring. It was this time as a glorified prop that he got his unofficial and rudimentary name of Peedunkee, the Huttese word for "boy".

As he grew physically his emotional maturity stayed the same, stunted by his toxic upbringing. With no role models or trusted figures in his life he defaulted to his base instincts, doing whatever necessary to live to see another day. That included never voicing his opinions, emotions or desires. Slaves with ideas were dangerous, and he knew all that was desired by his master was he fight hard one fist after the other and engage the crowd enough that they'd bet on the outcome. He had never been a stranger to cheap tricks, foul play or downright cheating to ensure the odds were in his favor every time he stepped into the ring. But as a blunt individual lacking any sense of cunning, he was inevitably caught the wrong kind of red-handed in his profession. He was fortunate in the sense that his master was a frugal man. For such an offense he could've easily handed him over to be killed, after all, Peedunkee had killed his opponent in the match he was found out.

Instead, never wanting to take a loss on an asset, his master flipped him at a discount to a band of mercenaries looking to restock their ranks after a job gone south. In this new profession Peedunkee managed to duck the heat from his misdeeds and branch out from fighting opponents 1 on 1. However, much to the chagrin of his new owners, it became increasingly clear that he was a horrible shot. Even the highest end blasters on the market became useless light shows in his hands. With his "fists or bust" approach he lasted longer than they probably expected. More often than not he ended up the most injured of anyone in the company and as such usually left behind, necessitating his learning of basic first aid so he could patch himself up after engagements.

Years of neglect, abuse, and pain for the profit of others continued to take a toll on his mind. He felt a deep longing for any kind of meaningful and healthy relationship, though he'd never know how to express the sentiment. Finally one day, it became too much to bear and he solved his problem the only way he knew how. After a particularly nasty spell between the mercenaries and a gang they'd been hired to take out, most of the men were injured, their leader badly so. Peedunkee himself was close enough to a frag grenade to have been knocked out by the blast and left for dead. With none of them aware of his survival, he came into the camp they'd set up to recover and beat the leader to death as they slept, freeing himself from the slave collar they controlled in the process.

With that he ran as far as he could with whatever supplies he had scavenged off the leader's corpse. Now he finds himself on Nar Shaddaa, the only place he's sure to find work seeing as the only language he's ever learned is Huttese. Having done a gig or two for his own profit this time, he's provided others some use as hired muscle. Still, far from having any fame or notoriety he has no name, few credits to it, and still missing any semblance of purpose or healthy relationships. So he continues on for now as he always has, doing whatever it takes to survive another day.

Equipment

+ Medpac
+ Hand Wraps

1. Short-Lived Criminal Career
   • Fistful of Credits ― Peedunkee survives a tough bout in a fighting ring and gets encouragement from Aska Ryun ― Cancelled
   • Think Before You Punch ― A tiefling named Nyxia Starfell saves Peedunkee from her fellow Black Sun members and gives him a couple pointers on survival ― Ongoing
   • Crash In The Clouds ― After a kidnapping gone wrong leaving many injured, Peedunkee encounters the Star Guardians and is invited to join by their leader Clara Reach ― Ongoing