Post by Blue on Oct 19, 2019 13:21:26 GMT -5
 Desti Aleatori Full Name • Desti Aleatori Acosta deVela Nickname • Des, Jester, Duh (sisters only) Race • Humani Birthplace • Family ship near Anaxes Age • 24 Gender • Male Sexuality • Bisexual Faction • Fringe Concept • Rank 1 Street Rat Languages • Basic, Humani, [Durese, Bocce, Binary] Assets • Tattoo kit Force pike (scavenged) Blaster pistol (cheap) Vibroknife (only had to get it repaired twice) Appearance Face Claim • Jacob Anderson Height & Weight • 5'9", 128lbs Overall Looks • Desti would not, in most circumstances, stick out. He is far more likely to be completely ignored in a crowd, not unlike many other young people who have been left to scrape a living from the street. His clothing is patchwork, just sufficient enough to ward off the colder nights, though he prefers to show off his well-toned musculature, gained from the hard labour from rough jobs he has needed to take on to keep food in his belly. With close cropped black hair and dark brown eyes, Desti is a fairly handsome young man and he knows it; when he has the time and the spare credits, he can often be found utilising this to full advantage (with moderate success). He rarely fails to jump at the chance to show off his tattoos as well; his arms and torso and fairly covered in inked patterns, all of which he designed himself. The most notable one is a banner across his shoulder blades with words that read "He Will Be Laughing Still, At The End" emblazoned on it, under which is a jester's mask. On the occasions where he needs to carry weapons, he favours the Force pike with a blaster pistol at his hip, and he never goes anywhere without a vibroknife on his person. Personality Profile At his core, Desti is a very angry person. Life has done a lot to beat down the Aleatori triplets and he has a massive amount of resentment boiling away under the surface. His stumbling experimentation using the mystical powers at his command have gone some way to salve this, as well as his ability to focus his anger into his artistic pursuits rather than letting it bubble over into some stupid act that would land himself or, worse, his sisters into even more trouble. On the exterior, however, Desti is all smiles. He laughs a lot, jokes a lot, and drinks a lot (when he has the credits to spare), even in the worst of circumstances. Especially in the worst of circumstances. The more grim the times become, the wider his smile gets, though this jovial front rarely fools his siblings. Above all else, he wants to protect his sisters. Desti has little he cares about in this life more than them, and even at their most antaganising he wants only for them to be happy and safe. Sometimes this means taking on work he would rather not do to help them get a roof over their heads for the night, other times it means letting them try their best to apply makeup to his features (which he would promptly fix, and then help them with their own). There are few lines he would not cross for them, and little he would not sacrifice. Background Father • Silvestre Aleatori, deceased, Trader Mother • Rosalia Aleatori, deceased, Trader Siblings • Dalia, 24, sister Decla, 24, sister Other Important Connections • Overall History • Desti was one of three children born to a pair of Humani traders as their ship was travelling near Anaxes. The triplets shared a particularly tight bond with each other even from an early age, rarely separated on account of the racket one would make if taken away from the company of their siblings. As things should have stood, the three children would have been raised under Humani tradition. Unfortunately, during a trade meeting on Coruscant with some less than savory characters, Silvestre and Rosalia were both killed and, as a result, the triplets were stranded on the capital world of the Republic. With their parents' ship 'confiscated' by their erstwhile trade partners, the young children had nowhere to go, save down. The three of them were forced to make their home in the underworld of Coruscant. It was hard living, and all three had to take jobs and work where they could just to survive; more often than not, they went to sleep with empty bellies and shivering on the hard floor of the street. As they grew older, other opportunities arose for them. Where his sisters possessed strength and smarts, Desti was silver tongued and artistically gifted, often finding work with chop-shops and tattoo parlors, inking metal plate and flesh respectively. These were not steady jobs, however, and more often than not Desti found himself caught up in various criminal gangs as cheap muscle for whatever scraps they did not care for. It was fighting these small-scale gang wars that Desti discovered certain abilities: he could move faster, leap higher, fight harder. He could instinctively tell when trouble was looming ahead and avoid it... or, as he found himself more often doing as time went on, diving headfirst into it. Over time, the Aleatori triplets never lost sight of the aim to leave the wretched underworld behind. Together they were able to scavenge, deal, or steal the parts required for a space worthy vessel. They are close to completing it now, with only a vital few parts missing, and with their goal so clearly in view, Desti is determined to ensure that it is more than just a trick of the light. |