Reeve Fett

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Reeve Fett Full Name • Reeve Dyson (Fett) Nickname • "Toolbox" Race • Human Birthplace •Abregado-rae Age • 19 Gender • Male Sexuality • Hetero Faction •Mando’a - Clan Fett Concept • Rank 1 Mission Specialist, Slicer/Soldier/Blacksmith Languages • Basic, Huttese, (More to come with age/experience) Assets • Custom made wrist mounted network access probe. Dual, heavy repeating blaster pistols nicknamed “Ebony and Ivory” for their individual paint jobs. Ori’ramikade styled Beskar’gam armor with Mandalorian Kama. Voice-activated droid brain named “Ziggy” integrated into armor systems. Standard compact jetpack. Asset Notes: **All Mandalorian gear will be acquired at a later date IC. **Mandalorian Helmet will swap out the rangefinder attachment for a broad spectrum antenna used as a wireless connection with limited range. Target must be within 200 feet **Ziggy is not an AI or fully functioning droid personality. It’s simply a disembodied voice that has pre-recorded responses to voice activated commands. It only executes verbal commands that Reeve programmed into it. When a finer touch is needed for slicing work, Reeve reverts to typing command. Appearance Face Claim • Sean Faris Height & Weight • 5'11'', 187lbs Overall Looks • A young man of average height and deceptively lean, Reeve Dyson doesn’t look like he carries much muscle on him. His overt love of technology sometimes acts as a mentally diffusing factor to his strong build for people who don’t know him personally. From the tapered haircut and strong jawline, to the chiseled muscle hiding under his clothing, at his core he could be the very essence of a picturesque soldier. He is a young man who carries himself as though he has a lot to prove, as is common in a person of his circumstances, having lived most of their life without guidance from a positive role model. Typically seen in a worn out dark brown bantha hide jacket and tan cargo trousers. He has the air of a ruffian about him. Personality Profile Reeve is quick to anger and even quicker to engage in a fight. He is rebellious by his very nature. Growing up on the streets of Abregado-rae has left the young man with a deep mistrust of people outside of his accepted inner circle (which is incredibly small), and an extreme dislike for law enforcement in general. The hatred for law enforcement comes two-fold. First, he is constantly at odds with security because of his penchant for slicing their systems and committing digital larceny, and second, because his step father is in fact a dirty cop. Going through most of his life with a sketchy father figure and a sickly mother, Reeve never really developed the social skills necessary to form lasting bonds with peers. As such, he became a bit of a recluse and found emotional salvation in technology. He learned how to create hardware and eventually began writing his own software. His hobby inevitably became an obsession and soon he was able to understand coding on a level equivalent to formally educated programmers. But not even the technology in his life could satisfy the anger streak he harbored for his lot in life, and Reeve descended to the depths of underground fighting to find release. At his core, Reeve is a good person who lives by a code. He never steals more than he needs to survive himself. And while he is generally seen as a dangerous delinquent to the wealthier crowd of his homeworld, Reeve is something of an unsung hero to the downtrodden and poor. He breaks into automated credit tellers and forces them to eject money into the streets for those who don’t have enough to eat. All in all, he’s just an emotionally neglected and misguided youth in search of structure and purpose. Background Father • Aren Kiner (Fett), Head of Clan Fett (Unknown to Reeve) Mother • Vanel Dyson - Deceased, lung disease contracted from spice Other Important Connections • Toddlum Morris - Step Father, Abregado-rae security force Detective Overall History • Reeve Dyson was the result of a passionate, if short, relationship. His father Aren didn’t know that his former lover had been pregnant before he left his homeworld, and thus had no knowledge of his full blooded son. Reeve’s mother, Vanel, had always longed for Aren to return home but as each year passed with no sign of the man, she grew increasingly bitter towards him. That bitterness began to eat its way into the young and impressionable Reeve, who at the time didn’t know that it was uncommon to grow up without a father. Eventually, Vanel married, though the union was not done out of love so much as it was done for stability. Despite her numerous emotional shortcomings around her son, Vanel did care for Reeve as best she could. She was in no way in line to receive a mother-of-the-year award, but she did work herself hard enough to provide for her son and give him at least the most basic of amenities. Unfortunately, this too took its toll on Vanel and she inevitably worked herself into a drug addiction that would later cause her premature death. Reeve’s step-father, Toddlun was a beat cop at the time and had been one of those men who joined law enforcement to get away with breaking the law they swore to uphold. Toddlun was physically and emotionally abusive to Reeve’s mother, and after his mother passed, turned his negative attention to Reeve. This came in the form of weekly beatings for trumped up accusations, normally through a alcohol fueled rage. Needless to say, Reeve didn’t spend much time at home. And since his mother had always been working and Toddlun was less of a father and more of a tormentor, Reeve didn’t know how to have friends, or even bonds. He would vent his anger at being beaten, by beating other kids that insulted him or his drug addled mother. At ten, Reeve began to scavenge computer parts from local factory dumps around the dirtier parts of the city. He found that the shapes and way that the parts fit together pleased his attention starved mind, and he began building things. It took a few stolen tools and a lot of free time filled with no one looking for him, for Reeve to understand electronics at an almost subconscious level. After some time, local hoodrats started to bring young Reeve their broken or stolen equipment so he could fix it enough for them to sell. He was good with computer parts and digital devices, but of course such interests can only take a young mind so far. He craved a challenge and so by age twelve, his interest evolved into the code that made the electronics work. For a year, he studied the programming language and coding used in general equipment, and took a higher interest into any of the illegal tech that was brought to him to play with, for their added security measures. He used such tech as a puzzle for him to solve, and as his skill in programming language increased, so did his understanding of electronic security. As tends to happen, one thing led to another and by age thirteen, Reeve was proficient enough in slicing to start downloading technical manuals and educational texts from the holo-net, ripped from digital stores and net services without a physical address. He procured all he needed for him to self teach in the art of slicing. All the while, he was angry. He almost learned in total spite of his life situation. He hated Toddlun for accelerating his mother’s departure from life. He hated his birth father for leaving him alone, and he hated the world for making it all possible. He took that rage out in fight clubs. At first, Reeve would be fodder for the more seasoned fighters, but like a computer system, he learned how they worked and began to break them apart as well. He analyzed stances, and styles, or how this fighter punched or kicked and where their weight was placed at critical moments. At fourteen, Reeve became an experienced brawler. He didn’t win every fight, but he was known well enough in the darker circles for people to be weary of catching him in an alleyway alone. It was around his mid-teens that Reeve began fighting in earnest, and not always with his fists. He started seeing kids younger than him, starve and die on the streets. He found that he himself was something of an aberration of society, having survived his own circumstances despite the attempts Toddlun made to the contrary. In honesty, the only reason that Toddlun even kept him around was because Reeve’s mother had put his name on a life insurance policy before she’d died, and Toddlun couldn’t touch the money as his guardian until Reeve turned 18. The only reason he kept Reeve around was so he could collect the cash on his 18th birthday. With no loved ones and no close friends, Reeve decided he’d had enough. Knowing his future looked drab anyway, he spent the year leading up to his 18th birthday planning a suitable sendoff....

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