Post by Raytheon on Nov 29, 2012 9:36:56 GMT -5
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Name: Ronald "Ron" Condoo
Race: Human - Dantooinian
Age: 25
Height: 6'2
Weight: 255
Birth place: Dantooine, Usine City
Appearance:
Tall dark and handsome would be a way to describe Ron, however only after past that one would realize his often mean expression and a cold persona he gives off. Scarred knuckles and calloused hands give off the notion of a laborer of sorts who works a menial job. Even the way he dressed often worn pants and shirts stained with chemicals and paint. More often than not he's wearing durasteel toed work boots
His physique could be describes as muscular in the sense of appears as if he body builds on an Amateur level, his arms bulged and vascular his clothes usually tight fitted due to his physique. Walking with a slight limp or swagger would give the fact of the city influences of his early life.
Often shaved bald and clean shaven for the exception of a soul patch he keeps. apart from scar his arms are covered in full sleeve tattoos mostly depicting creatures largest being the Krayt drag which spans both arms along with graul and kath hounds, near the shoulders and along his pectorals he has a tattoos of inner city buildings and his wife's name "Sandara" and below it the name of his daughter "Shala". His name "Ron" tattoo'd in large font across his upper back in red ink.
Often if smiling one can tell his molars are gold, likely from having lost his teeth in multiple fights while incarcerated.
Speaks with a deep raspy voice.
Personality:
While his appearance would cause some women to swoon over him his following attitude would drive away all but the hardest or pain loving to him. Cold, unsocial and foul mouthed only personal friends or those who know him would understand his loud aggressive approach as being normal and relatively harmless.
A knack for violence he can be prone to fits of rage, usually resulting in him throwing around items to prevent himself from hurting others unless desired. Considered dangerous with his hands and small knives and blunt objects, rarely is he seen with a fire arm not by personal choice but simply inexperience however he won't neglect to pick one up in a pinch.
Having built a strong hatred for the Sith, he gets angry in conversations concerning them choosing frontal careless violence in almost any scenario. Lacking tactical subtlety he is often confrontational while he intends not to provoke a fight he will gladly jump into one of not controlled by another to simmer him down.
Once considered kind, generous with a degree of empathy that personality quickly died with the death of his mother and wife during the Sith Invasions. With his daughter's fate unknown the ignorance and anger turned him cold, exclusive in his friends and allies and weary of anyone he doesn't know.
In his free time Ron can be found working out, or training on a punching bag often for hours on end. While dangerous he's known to venture the plains to the scarred ruins where his home once stood to stand in silence.
Occupation: Former Janitor "Custodial Engineer"/ DLA member
Rank:
Skills:
Ships/Vehicles:
420 Banshee Swoop Bike
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Born in the Inner City of Ursine, to Kathria Condoo his mother, however his father a travelling merchant who was able to swoon his mother into a one night stand and take off the very next day. She worked as a waitress at a nearby diner and lived in a shack of a studio apartment and while he was a planned pregnancy she loved him nonetheless. However his time was split between spending time with his mother and his grand mother who lived in the same building while Kathria was working. They were lower class and barely able to afford to make end meet but provided to him the best they could.
Growing up in a low income household was tough on young Ronald as it would be for all children however it's the tough life that would eventually mold him into the lifestyle that made him who he is. It was a hound eat hound the rick lived in nice towers of gleaning metal and white duracrete while the lower families lived in shanty projects near the factories and the smoke and smell that came with it.
Ronald made friends, many of them they played kick the broken hydro spanner or catching the womp rats that crawled form the sewers like ants from an anthill. While this was a typical city life for the lowly and impoverished it wouldn't get better. His mother would eventually get laid off and resort to other means of income often while "working" Ron would have to play outside to accommodate the guests.
It wasn't a ideal lifestyle but one that paid the bill three times over that of being a waitress however like all professions resting on the line of the fringe they answered to someone, in particular his mother answered to a Duros pimp named Justini Pak Sloonii, though most out of simplicity called him Sloon. He was a cruel and overbearing pimp it wasn't uncommon for his women to bear bruises for their inadequacy to meet impossible quotas. Kathria was no exception she was often beaten for being loose, not bringing in enough credits, not being ambitious enough.
While he bore the marks of her apparent failure she hid the pain from her son, who regardless knew of his mother's troubles and did his best to keep the home stable through cleaning, and chores.
The the time Ron reached the proper age he began to attend school, it was filled with other youngling while mostly human it had selkath and sullstans and even duros. School was uninteresting for Ron and didn't challenge him enough nor offered any incentive to pay attention he'd seen life so far the high risers in his neighborhood were educated they were hard, ruthless. He figured that's what he wanted to be but he was far too small to even try, he became a bully stealing lunch money, property and beating up other children.
This didn't come without consequences he was suspended several times and other times even confronted by larger, older siblings of those he picked on. That was something he didn't count on however but learned very quickly and conformed and adjusted for. Eventually gained a reputation as a troubled child social service attempted many times to take him from his mother but she provided for him and was not abusive. While she claimed to be a masseuse Ron wouldn't rat on his mother.
He was expelled several times during his schooling holding him back for several years until he dropped school completely pushing instead to push drugs and be a small time enforcer. Often time than not he'd be on the losing end of a beating however this didn't deter him from trying harder.
By the time he reached the age of 14 he was already splitting time acting as a lookout and spending time in the gyms learning to box, however he had to add his own flair since in a street fight rules didn't apply. He began to adopt using weapons, kicking, as well as boxing punch techniques to win fights. Though admittedly there were some he lost, and lost badly pushing him to the bed of a hospital room.
By the time he reached age 16 he earned the reputation of a young up and comer on the streets. It was there he met a girl named Sandara Gelos. She had a fair complexion, voluptuous and pink dyed hair was also a school drop out she attempted make money by luring rich men in the more wealthy parts of city where her and a gang would beat and rob them. Her and Ron were an immediate hit, a match made in purgatory while they weren't exactly what some would call a stable nor smart couple they made up for it with passion. Together they ran small time scams mostly with her luring men to an ambush and robbery.
However it would be near his 17th birthday a series of events would gain him a powerful street reputation he returned home to find his house ransacked, his mother on the floor beaten to an inch of her life the name Sloon freshly branded into her back. It was a breaking point for Ron while he understood business it was his mother she was taken to the hospital and admitted while he planned a way to avenge his mother.
Admittedly he hated planning and screwed it, marching right into Sloon's brothel a durasteel pipe in his hand and without hesitation nor reservation beat the Duros pimp to death in front of his girls turning what was his head into a pulp of blue flesh and warm red slush. It didn't take long for the word to hit the street over who was responsible, it also didn't take long for the cops to figure who to charge for the murder.
Ron was arrested on charges of murder, however the charges didn't hold up while Sloon was a pimp all that witnessed him die, hated his guts. Girls could work and keep all the money and his mother would be avenged, however idea came to Ron that could solve his money problems as well as contribute a service, for a low flat rate he would offer the girls formerly under Sloon protection. In theory the idea was sound, he wouldn't have to worry about money his mother wouldn't have to do what she did and he could just do what he loved doing.
Admittedly it took less than a couple weeks for that idea to fall apart as he began enforcing. He was eventually arrested pimping and racketeering. The local law enforcement had tapes, and witnesses for Ron. He was charged with 8 months imprisonment, in jail he was not very well liked Sloon had a brother and that brother was serving hard time.
Ron would eventually learn a lesson that would strike him to his core, Sloons brother Chachi De Sloonii or known as Catch in the prison. Since he was an adult he was subjected to live in general population and while Catch was the older brother he was methodical and sadistic. He wouldn't go for the kill he would go for torment, breaking Ron was victims to daily beating and while Ron will never admit it to this day, rape.
He frequent attempts at defending himself was enough to slowly build a larger and larger pain tolerance as well as his skill in fighting. Nothing quite helps build hand to hand combat training than fighting for your life on a daily basis, Catch never fought himself he sent his crew and they were effective. Ron frequented the infirmary on a weekly basis by month six Ron became hardened, cold, and a damn good fighter. However no amount of training can defend against insurmountable odds he would find himself on the losing end of a beat down every week.
However Catch would eventually decide he had enough of the boy he sent the order down the line to kill him. It was during lunch when it came down upon him three men shanked Ron several times in the back and neck leaving him a bloodied mess on the cafeteria floor. While he didn't die he laid comatose in the infirmary for the rest of his prison term before being transferred to inner city hospitals.
By the time he had awoken he had been in a coma for eight months, his mother was still serving time for her participation as a pimp and Sandara was nowhere to be found. After another two months of rehabilitation and recovery he was released out unto the streets to make a new life for himself. He even attempted to join the Republic Army however they didn't accept convicted felons.
Old habits died hard quickly Ron began working at a local gym cleaning up the floors and bathrooms it didn't pay nearly as much but it helps him pay bills and get a small apartment. In the night hours if he finished early he would work out training as he did when he was younger. While he considered crime the scars of the attempt on his life was a constant reminder of what that life had planned for him. He stayed clean, away from former colleagues however uneducated this was the only work he could get.
However fate would have it he would be reunited with his first love, Sandara they met as he walked on his way back home with tears shed she hugged him and was told he was stabbed and no longer with the prison. She misinterpreted it as meaning he died. Unknown to him she had become pregnant with Ron's child a young daughter, Shala. It didn't take long from them to fall into old strides eventually moving in together were Sandara worked as a waitress and him as a Janitor.
While the legit lifestyle didn't really appeal to them or earn as much as crime it was stable and had a lot less risk, it offered enough income to be comfortable. As time went on they eventually moved into a larger apartment as Ron got three janitorial jobs cleaning gyms at night enough for Sandara to quit her job and be a stay at home mother.
Eventually Ron made enough to move out of the city and live along the outskirt in the rural region of Kylah Plains housing was cheaper but at the risk of less people, kath hounds and other workings associated with a big city. While they were able to get a hold of a shabby barely working speeder Ron was able to get his hand on a less than popular 420 Banshee Swoop it was crashed and in disrepair however he agreed to work for it, working as a janitor in the local junkyard arranging parts and also working as a janitor in a large family estate and school in the area.
His wife seemed to prefer this to the city and supported him, in time off or before bed Ron would read up on swoop engines, parts repairs especially towards the 420 Banshee Swoop he would take five minutes each day to inspect the swoop bike learned what it needed. After nearly a year of work he earned the swoop bike however he was kept on an a worker in the junkyard for his work ethic.
It only took a week of extra time he had to fully repair the bike, purchasing needed part from the junk yard before getting it in perfect working condition. His boss at the junk yard impressed with his ability eventually hired him on as a swoop mechanic and allowed him to work on commission. While his wife would ultimately ride the speeder Ron rode his swoop it was his pride and joy.
As he reached the age of twenty five he had a small home on the plains and a few acres of land to call his own with stone fencing to keep kath hounds out and garage he had all he wanted. Life in the homestead was perfect, serene his daughter grew older and larger each day and became the pride of her father's eye. Eventually he even went as far as bringing his mother to live with them she had quit the business and at the homestead helped Sandara create a small garden.
His career as a mechanic would come to a close as the junk yard was eventually bought out and replaced with a large estate one that hired the handy Ron to conduct maintenance, custodial duties and general care-taking of the property. The pay was enough to that he could quit his job working at the school and other estate and was closer. The family that lived there Purmanu Family was headed by a male Morellian, Gere a former security executive for the Corporate Sector retired and living off the large benefits of his family.
He was generous and kind to Ron who worked diligently on his estate being sure to keep it in proper condition. With the pay from working the Purmanu Estate, Ron was able to elevated his family financially. Repairing the speeder, fully reconditioning the swoop bike and even upgrading the house to include holonet connection, with wind turbines and moisture vaporators.
As time went by Ron would eventually begin to miss the city, the noise, the people, the danger but he wouldn't go back not to live. Not to disrupt his family life or his earnings to support them. however he returned to do something he'd saves up for, for awhile a memento to himself and where he used to live and where he lives now.
With the link fresh on his arms it would have been the last time he sought to see the city, however sometimes choices can change with drastic actions. With his salary earning him most of his wants he had more free time, purchasing small time gym equipment he split his times strength training and spending time with his family.
Overtime his work would payoff in the form of a large more intimidating physique however those who knew him, knew him as a kind and hard working man. As Shala grew up to go to school he would always be the one to dress her and let her ride with him on his swoop as he personally took her and picked her up from school. A doting father he made sure to make that a daily priority.
In the time he had off he and his family would often find venues of entertainment in the plains small carnivals that traveled over the planet as well as Swoop races in the city of Jurelle while it was smaller then Ursine it was considerable for the races and entertainment. Life was perfect and nothing seemed like it could possible go wrong but as many would tell you, All good things come to an end.
It was mid morning as Run dropped he daughter off the school, hugging her and kissing her as he went to class himself on the way to the Purmanu estate to clean and do minor landscaping when the sounds of unfamiliar rang in the distance. Blaster fire, too rapid and too collected to be hunters he stopped his swoop along the dirt road looking over to Ursine City, large capital ship pulling into the atmosphere above it fighters and drops ships pouring out from it like termites from burning wood. They rained red bolts along the landscape as screaming and explosions soon followed the searing sounds of passing fighters and bombers alike.
Without a moment of hesitation he immediately rode for home, his wife the only concern on his mind as he began to approach only smoke rose of the horizon. Fearful he pushed the swoop's speed to the limit risking crashing as he came upon his burning homestead, his wife and mother laid out in front of the house carbon blasts along the back of their heads and face. Executed and left to rot while many would get angry Ron only got confused. Disbelief overpowered reality he cradled Sandara's body in his arms shaking her to wake up for hours he shook her and held her the reality of the situation slowly pouring into his mind.
His daughter was a clouded memory as he sat there in shock holding Sandara's body. his eyes reddened from tears, his body drenched in sweat from the sun and heat from the flames that consumed the home he built for his family. Only when the roof collapsed in did he comes to terms his daughter quickly snapping back into his mind as he kissed the lips of Sandara one last time and laid the body of his mother and wife within the garden out of sigh and from the flames. He rode quickly to the school to find his daughter , the swoop engines whistled as he pushed it to it's limits leaving a trail of dirt, dust and cut grass behind him.
Arriving at the school he found Sith Troopers executing teachers and staff and corralling the younglings unto large transports. Jumping from his swoop and running towards them to find and protect his daughter his intentions were met with two pain filled strikes to the chest. He fell to the ground shot twice and laid out in front of the school another casualty of the Invasion.
It was over, his family gone ripped from him by invaders his own life extinguished or so he thought. He awoken in the confines of a chamber in what his rescuers called "Refuge" He was weak, and bordered on begin in a coma and begin dead. while the bolts missed his heart they disabled a lung depriving him of oxygen and was nearly thought to be dead if not for the animal Vet they brought who noticed his subtle breathing.
He was still delirious and questions his wife's location, his daughter and was sedated several times over the next couple of weeks the restrains being not enough to hold him down. As he psychologically became stabilized it was explained to him after recovering he became reclusive for weeks talking to no one, speaking to no one barely eating until for a reason his depression will replaced with rage, anger and the realization of the words that haunted him.
"If I had gotten there sooner."
He realized if he'd not held his wife he could have gotten his daughter, believed it and regretted it. With the help of the resistance he was able to focus his anger towards a common foe, toward the invaders, the Sith. He trained daily restrengthening his body while he was about as good with guns as a infant he excelled in fighting hand to hand, his sheer strength and ability made him formidable. Pipes, batons his melee weapons of choice. A day didn't go by he was pounding dents in the side of a punching bag or pushing makeshift weights from a durasteel pipe and engine parts.
He heard of their leader one they called Dutch, a tw*t of a name he thought however he would come to follow that name as it got him closer to finding the fate of his daughter. And revenge for his wife and mother. Retribution for his home lost and even a built hatred from him personally.
RP Sample:
"Why do you train like that, you think punching is going to get you anywhere? The Sith use guns, blasters and you're going to punch them to death?" He asked as he watched Ron beat the punching bag mercilessly going non stop with constant alternating hooks. His arms fibrillated with muscle fibers and veins polished from sweat and a puddle at his feet that dropped from his chin and nose constantly.
He was silent and didn't answer the man who was his age, however smaller, thinner and dressed in black with a blaster pistol at his side and paler than a baby's bottom. "Hey big guy you don't talk much do you?" He continued to question Ron who continued to punch the punching bag, onlookers gathering and taking bets on something that they knew would happen.
The sound filling the chamber was as if a baton stuck a firm pillow over and over occasionally stopping as Ron reached out to stop the bag from swinging. "I bet push comes to shave you couldn't even really fight the sith." The man challenged him as Run suddenly stopped and slowly turned to him, his face clenched in disgust, a usual expression as he poke out clearly and deeply. "Draw your blaster green boy..." Ron challenged the obviously new guy. He responding to him with only a smirk as he reached to his holsters.
Like a darting womp rat the sudden thump caused the breath of the man to escape with a heavy and sharp exhale he bent over, almost clenched in place. Ron had delivered a power punch right to the gut that knocked the wind out of him and caused him to fall over in the fetal position as he attempted to regain his breath. "F**KING MEDIC!!" Ron called out loud before heartlessly turning to his punching bag and continuing his training routine.
Onlookers smirking, some laughing others shaking their heads and a medic rushed in and attended to the poor man on the floor.
Name: Ronald "Ron" Condoo
Race: Human - Dantooinian
Age: 25
Height: 6'2
Weight: 255
Birth place: Dantooine, Usine City
Appearance:
Tall dark and handsome would be a way to describe Ron, however only after past that one would realize his often mean expression and a cold persona he gives off. Scarred knuckles and calloused hands give off the notion of a laborer of sorts who works a menial job. Even the way he dressed often worn pants and shirts stained with chemicals and paint. More often than not he's wearing durasteel toed work boots
His physique could be describes as muscular in the sense of appears as if he body builds on an Amateur level, his arms bulged and vascular his clothes usually tight fitted due to his physique. Walking with a slight limp or swagger would give the fact of the city influences of his early life.
Often shaved bald and clean shaven for the exception of a soul patch he keeps. apart from scar his arms are covered in full sleeve tattoos mostly depicting creatures largest being the Krayt drag which spans both arms along with graul and kath hounds, near the shoulders and along his pectorals he has a tattoos of inner city buildings and his wife's name "Sandara" and below it the name of his daughter "Shala". His name "Ron" tattoo'd in large font across his upper back in red ink.
Often if smiling one can tell his molars are gold, likely from having lost his teeth in multiple fights while incarcerated.
Speaks with a deep raspy voice.
Personality:
While his appearance would cause some women to swoon over him his following attitude would drive away all but the hardest or pain loving to him. Cold, unsocial and foul mouthed only personal friends or those who know him would understand his loud aggressive approach as being normal and relatively harmless.
A knack for violence he can be prone to fits of rage, usually resulting in him throwing around items to prevent himself from hurting others unless desired. Considered dangerous with his hands and small knives and blunt objects, rarely is he seen with a fire arm not by personal choice but simply inexperience however he won't neglect to pick one up in a pinch.
Having built a strong hatred for the Sith, he gets angry in conversations concerning them choosing frontal careless violence in almost any scenario. Lacking tactical subtlety he is often confrontational while he intends not to provoke a fight he will gladly jump into one of not controlled by another to simmer him down.
Once considered kind, generous with a degree of empathy that personality quickly died with the death of his mother and wife during the Sith Invasions. With his daughter's fate unknown the ignorance and anger turned him cold, exclusive in his friends and allies and weary of anyone he doesn't know.
In his free time Ron can be found working out, or training on a punching bag often for hours on end. While dangerous he's known to venture the plains to the scarred ruins where his home once stood to stand in silence.
Occupation: Former Janitor "Custodial Engineer"/ DLA member
Rank:
Skills:
- Expert Custodial Cleaner
- Moderate Swoop Repair
- Street Brawling
Ships/Vehicles:
420 Banshee Swoop Bike
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Birth & Early Life
Born in the Inner City of Ursine, to Kathria Condoo his mother, however his father a travelling merchant who was able to swoon his mother into a one night stand and take off the very next day. She worked as a waitress at a nearby diner and lived in a shack of a studio apartment and while he was a planned pregnancy she loved him nonetheless. However his time was split between spending time with his mother and his grand mother who lived in the same building while Kathria was working. They were lower class and barely able to afford to make end meet but provided to him the best they could.
Growing up in a low income household was tough on young Ronald as it would be for all children however it's the tough life that would eventually mold him into the lifestyle that made him who he is. It was a hound eat hound the rick lived in nice towers of gleaning metal and white duracrete while the lower families lived in shanty projects near the factories and the smoke and smell that came with it.
Ronald made friends, many of them they played kick the broken hydro spanner or catching the womp rats that crawled form the sewers like ants from an anthill. While this was a typical city life for the lowly and impoverished it wouldn't get better. His mother would eventually get laid off and resort to other means of income often while "working" Ron would have to play outside to accommodate the guests.
It wasn't a ideal lifestyle but one that paid the bill three times over that of being a waitress however like all professions resting on the line of the fringe they answered to someone, in particular his mother answered to a Duros pimp named Justini Pak Sloonii, though most out of simplicity called him Sloon. He was a cruel and overbearing pimp it wasn't uncommon for his women to bear bruises for their inadequacy to meet impossible quotas. Kathria was no exception she was often beaten for being loose, not bringing in enough credits, not being ambitious enough.
While he bore the marks of her apparent failure she hid the pain from her son, who regardless knew of his mother's troubles and did his best to keep the home stable through cleaning, and chores.
Adolescent to Teenage Years
The the time Ron reached the proper age he began to attend school, it was filled with other youngling while mostly human it had selkath and sullstans and even duros. School was uninteresting for Ron and didn't challenge him enough nor offered any incentive to pay attention he'd seen life so far the high risers in his neighborhood were educated they were hard, ruthless. He figured that's what he wanted to be but he was far too small to even try, he became a bully stealing lunch money, property and beating up other children.
This didn't come without consequences he was suspended several times and other times even confronted by larger, older siblings of those he picked on. That was something he didn't count on however but learned very quickly and conformed and adjusted for. Eventually gained a reputation as a troubled child social service attempted many times to take him from his mother but she provided for him and was not abusive. While she claimed to be a masseuse Ron wouldn't rat on his mother.
He was expelled several times during his schooling holding him back for several years until he dropped school completely pushing instead to push drugs and be a small time enforcer. Often time than not he'd be on the losing end of a beating however this didn't deter him from trying harder.
By the time he reached the age of 14 he was already splitting time acting as a lookout and spending time in the gyms learning to box, however he had to add his own flair since in a street fight rules didn't apply. He began to adopt using weapons, kicking, as well as boxing punch techniques to win fights. Though admittedly there were some he lost, and lost badly pushing him to the bed of a hospital room.
By the time he reached age 16 he earned the reputation of a young up and comer on the streets. It was there he met a girl named Sandara Gelos. She had a fair complexion, voluptuous and pink dyed hair was also a school drop out she attempted make money by luring rich men in the more wealthy parts of city where her and a gang would beat and rob them. Her and Ron were an immediate hit, a match made in purgatory while they weren't exactly what some would call a stable nor smart couple they made up for it with passion. Together they ran small time scams mostly with her luring men to an ambush and robbery.
However it would be near his 17th birthday a series of events would gain him a powerful street reputation he returned home to find his house ransacked, his mother on the floor beaten to an inch of her life the name Sloon freshly branded into her back. It was a breaking point for Ron while he understood business it was his mother she was taken to the hospital and admitted while he planned a way to avenge his mother.
Admittedly he hated planning and screwed it, marching right into Sloon's brothel a durasteel pipe in his hand and without hesitation nor reservation beat the Duros pimp to death in front of his girls turning what was his head into a pulp of blue flesh and warm red slush. It didn't take long for the word to hit the street over who was responsible, it also didn't take long for the cops to figure who to charge for the murder.
Ron was arrested on charges of murder, however the charges didn't hold up while Sloon was a pimp all that witnessed him die, hated his guts. Girls could work and keep all the money and his mother would be avenged, however idea came to Ron that could solve his money problems as well as contribute a service, for a low flat rate he would offer the girls formerly under Sloon protection. In theory the idea was sound, he wouldn't have to worry about money his mother wouldn't have to do what she did and he could just do what he loved doing.
Admittedly it took less than a couple weeks for that idea to fall apart as he began enforcing. He was eventually arrested pimping and racketeering. The local law enforcement had tapes, and witnesses for Ron. He was charged with 8 months imprisonment, in jail he was not very well liked Sloon had a brother and that brother was serving hard time.
Ron would eventually learn a lesson that would strike him to his core, Sloons brother Chachi De Sloonii or known as Catch in the prison. Since he was an adult he was subjected to live in general population and while Catch was the older brother he was methodical and sadistic. He wouldn't go for the kill he would go for torment, breaking Ron was victims to daily beating and while Ron will never admit it to this day, rape.
He frequent attempts at defending himself was enough to slowly build a larger and larger pain tolerance as well as his skill in fighting. Nothing quite helps build hand to hand combat training than fighting for your life on a daily basis, Catch never fought himself he sent his crew and they were effective. Ron frequented the infirmary on a weekly basis by month six Ron became hardened, cold, and a damn good fighter. However no amount of training can defend against insurmountable odds he would find himself on the losing end of a beat down every week.
However Catch would eventually decide he had enough of the boy he sent the order down the line to kill him. It was during lunch when it came down upon him three men shanked Ron several times in the back and neck leaving him a bloodied mess on the cafeteria floor. While he didn't die he laid comatose in the infirmary for the rest of his prison term before being transferred to inner city hospitals.
Early Adulthood
By the time he had awoken he had been in a coma for eight months, his mother was still serving time for her participation as a pimp and Sandara was nowhere to be found. After another two months of rehabilitation and recovery he was released out unto the streets to make a new life for himself. He even attempted to join the Republic Army however they didn't accept convicted felons.
Old habits died hard quickly Ron began working at a local gym cleaning up the floors and bathrooms it didn't pay nearly as much but it helps him pay bills and get a small apartment. In the night hours if he finished early he would work out training as he did when he was younger. While he considered crime the scars of the attempt on his life was a constant reminder of what that life had planned for him. He stayed clean, away from former colleagues however uneducated this was the only work he could get.
However fate would have it he would be reunited with his first love, Sandara they met as he walked on his way back home with tears shed she hugged him and was told he was stabbed and no longer with the prison. She misinterpreted it as meaning he died. Unknown to him she had become pregnant with Ron's child a young daughter, Shala. It didn't take long from them to fall into old strides eventually moving in together were Sandara worked as a waitress and him as a Janitor.
While the legit lifestyle didn't really appeal to them or earn as much as crime it was stable and had a lot less risk, it offered enough income to be comfortable. As time went on they eventually moved into a larger apartment as Ron got three janitorial jobs cleaning gyms at night enough for Sandara to quit her job and be a stay at home mother.
Eventually Ron made enough to move out of the city and live along the outskirt in the rural region of Kylah Plains housing was cheaper but at the risk of less people, kath hounds and other workings associated with a big city. While they were able to get a hold of a shabby barely working speeder Ron was able to get his hand on a less than popular 420 Banshee Swoop it was crashed and in disrepair however he agreed to work for it, working as a janitor in the local junkyard arranging parts and also working as a janitor in a large family estate and school in the area.
His wife seemed to prefer this to the city and supported him, in time off or before bed Ron would read up on swoop engines, parts repairs especially towards the 420 Banshee Swoop he would take five minutes each day to inspect the swoop bike learned what it needed. After nearly a year of work he earned the swoop bike however he was kept on an a worker in the junkyard for his work ethic.
It only took a week of extra time he had to fully repair the bike, purchasing needed part from the junk yard before getting it in perfect working condition. His boss at the junk yard impressed with his ability eventually hired him on as a swoop mechanic and allowed him to work on commission. While his wife would ultimately ride the speeder Ron rode his swoop it was his pride and joy.
As he reached the age of twenty five he had a small home on the plains and a few acres of land to call his own with stone fencing to keep kath hounds out and garage he had all he wanted. Life in the homestead was perfect, serene his daughter grew older and larger each day and became the pride of her father's eye. Eventually he even went as far as bringing his mother to live with them she had quit the business and at the homestead helped Sandara create a small garden.
Pre-Invasion
His career as a mechanic would come to a close as the junk yard was eventually bought out and replaced with a large estate one that hired the handy Ron to conduct maintenance, custodial duties and general care-taking of the property. The pay was enough to that he could quit his job working at the school and other estate and was closer. The family that lived there Purmanu Family was headed by a male Morellian, Gere a former security executive for the Corporate Sector retired and living off the large benefits of his family.
He was generous and kind to Ron who worked diligently on his estate being sure to keep it in proper condition. With the pay from working the Purmanu Estate, Ron was able to elevated his family financially. Repairing the speeder, fully reconditioning the swoop bike and even upgrading the house to include holonet connection, with wind turbines and moisture vaporators.
As time went by Ron would eventually begin to miss the city, the noise, the people, the danger but he wouldn't go back not to live. Not to disrupt his family life or his earnings to support them. however he returned to do something he'd saves up for, for awhile a memento to himself and where he used to live and where he lives now.
With the link fresh on his arms it would have been the last time he sought to see the city, however sometimes choices can change with drastic actions. With his salary earning him most of his wants he had more free time, purchasing small time gym equipment he split his times strength training and spending time with his family.
Overtime his work would payoff in the form of a large more intimidating physique however those who knew him, knew him as a kind and hard working man. As Shala grew up to go to school he would always be the one to dress her and let her ride with him on his swoop as he personally took her and picked her up from school. A doting father he made sure to make that a daily priority.
In the time he had off he and his family would often find venues of entertainment in the plains small carnivals that traveled over the planet as well as Swoop races in the city of Jurelle while it was smaller then Ursine it was considerable for the races and entertainment. Life was perfect and nothing seemed like it could possible go wrong but as many would tell you, All good things come to an end.
Post Invasion & DLA
It was mid morning as Run dropped he daughter off the school, hugging her and kissing her as he went to class himself on the way to the Purmanu estate to clean and do minor landscaping when the sounds of unfamiliar rang in the distance. Blaster fire, too rapid and too collected to be hunters he stopped his swoop along the dirt road looking over to Ursine City, large capital ship pulling into the atmosphere above it fighters and drops ships pouring out from it like termites from burning wood. They rained red bolts along the landscape as screaming and explosions soon followed the searing sounds of passing fighters and bombers alike.
Without a moment of hesitation he immediately rode for home, his wife the only concern on his mind as he began to approach only smoke rose of the horizon. Fearful he pushed the swoop's speed to the limit risking crashing as he came upon his burning homestead, his wife and mother laid out in front of the house carbon blasts along the back of their heads and face. Executed and left to rot while many would get angry Ron only got confused. Disbelief overpowered reality he cradled Sandara's body in his arms shaking her to wake up for hours he shook her and held her the reality of the situation slowly pouring into his mind.
His daughter was a clouded memory as he sat there in shock holding Sandara's body. his eyes reddened from tears, his body drenched in sweat from the sun and heat from the flames that consumed the home he built for his family. Only when the roof collapsed in did he comes to terms his daughter quickly snapping back into his mind as he kissed the lips of Sandara one last time and laid the body of his mother and wife within the garden out of sigh and from the flames. He rode quickly to the school to find his daughter , the swoop engines whistled as he pushed it to it's limits leaving a trail of dirt, dust and cut grass behind him.
Arriving at the school he found Sith Troopers executing teachers and staff and corralling the younglings unto large transports. Jumping from his swoop and running towards them to find and protect his daughter his intentions were met with two pain filled strikes to the chest. He fell to the ground shot twice and laid out in front of the school another casualty of the Invasion.
It was over, his family gone ripped from him by invaders his own life extinguished or so he thought. He awoken in the confines of a chamber in what his rescuers called "Refuge" He was weak, and bordered on begin in a coma and begin dead. while the bolts missed his heart they disabled a lung depriving him of oxygen and was nearly thought to be dead if not for the animal Vet they brought who noticed his subtle breathing.
He was still delirious and questions his wife's location, his daughter and was sedated several times over the next couple of weeks the restrains being not enough to hold him down. As he psychologically became stabilized it was explained to him after recovering he became reclusive for weeks talking to no one, speaking to no one barely eating until for a reason his depression will replaced with rage, anger and the realization of the words that haunted him.
"If I had gotten there sooner."
He realized if he'd not held his wife he could have gotten his daughter, believed it and regretted it. With the help of the resistance he was able to focus his anger towards a common foe, toward the invaders, the Sith. He trained daily restrengthening his body while he was about as good with guns as a infant he excelled in fighting hand to hand, his sheer strength and ability made him formidable. Pipes, batons his melee weapons of choice. A day didn't go by he was pounding dents in the side of a punching bag or pushing makeshift weights from a durasteel pipe and engine parts.
He heard of their leader one they called Dutch, a tw*t of a name he thought however he would come to follow that name as it got him closer to finding the fate of his daughter. And revenge for his wife and mother. Retribution for his home lost and even a built hatred from him personally.
RP Sample:
"Why do you train like that, you think punching is going to get you anywhere? The Sith use guns, blasters and you're going to punch them to death?" He asked as he watched Ron beat the punching bag mercilessly going non stop with constant alternating hooks. His arms fibrillated with muscle fibers and veins polished from sweat and a puddle at his feet that dropped from his chin and nose constantly.
He was silent and didn't answer the man who was his age, however smaller, thinner and dressed in black with a blaster pistol at his side and paler than a baby's bottom. "Hey big guy you don't talk much do you?" He continued to question Ron who continued to punch the punching bag, onlookers gathering and taking bets on something that they knew would happen.
The sound filling the chamber was as if a baton stuck a firm pillow over and over occasionally stopping as Ron reached out to stop the bag from swinging. "I bet push comes to shave you couldn't even really fight the sith." The man challenged him as Run suddenly stopped and slowly turned to him, his face clenched in disgust, a usual expression as he poke out clearly and deeply. "Draw your blaster green boy..." Ron challenged the obviously new guy. He responding to him with only a smirk as he reached to his holsters.
Like a darting womp rat the sudden thump caused the breath of the man to escape with a heavy and sharp exhale he bent over, almost clenched in place. Ron had delivered a power punch right to the gut that knocked the wind out of him and caused him to fall over in the fetal position as he attempted to regain his breath. "F**KING MEDIC!!" Ron called out loud before heartlessly turning to his punching bag and continuing his training routine.
Onlookers smirking, some laughing others shaking their heads and a medic rushed in and attended to the poor man on the floor.
