Biographical information Homeworld Born Aliases Serenno 475 ABC None Physical description Species Gender Height Mass Hair color Eye color Skin color Cybernetics Scars Human Male 1.78 meters 65 kilograms Brown Blue White None None Chronological & political information Affiliation(s) Master Independent __Stock broker None . Jon Demici "That's business, baby." —Jon, shortly before selling his speeder for one third its price. Jon Demici was a male human stock broker and former noble living during the Fires of the Rebellion era. The seventh son born into the wealth of House Demici, he was sent off to Coruscant to live with his relatives. After a disagreement with his parents when back on Serenno, they sent him back, and he went on to study finance. He dropped out halfway into the course, seeking to start his own brokerage firm among the lower levels. Contents1.Biography 2. Personality and traits 3. Powers and abilities 4. Roleplay threads Biography Jon was the seventh son of a noble family in Serenno, and by the time he was born, there were no scraps left to hand down to him. His parents, considerate as ever, shipped him off to live with his two uncles on Coruscant, in hopes that they may raise him with the attention he would never receive on Serenno. He was only a few months old when he arrived to the city-planet, a world that would grow to be his real home. His uncles were happy to take up the task, and raised him like the son they never had. Jon grew up somewhere near the middle levels, though his uncles—who had been cut off the family tree following their marriage—occasionally took him to whatever noble events they were invited to. He didn't care much for the galas and balls though, instead basking in the credits his relatives showered him. He grew to appreciate the value of the credits much as he breezed through an unremarkable childhood. Once in his teens, his uncles slowly allowed him access to their vast knowledge of family gossip, from the mundane to the shocking—and even disgusting. He slowly came to know that he was adopted, though he was not upset as one might expect; he was happy to have been adopted by an actual loving family. Jon also came to know that Uncle Demici had been kicked out of the House when he married his boyfriend, who was nothing more than a commoner he'd met on a space station. Uncaring, the two left Serenno and came to Coruscant, where they made a life tailoring suits for the planet's businessmen, politicians, and nobility. Jon, too, was set to become a tailor, until one fateful visit to Serenno when he was 18, where he met his biological parents for the first time. It was a normal gala that they had organized so that they could showcase their seventh and youngest son, to show what brilliant young man he had become. Jon, however, showed up strung out on spice, and procedeed to pick a fight with his father, during which he not only taught the nobles present some new expletives from Coruscant, but also revealed several closely guarded family secrets in front of representatives from every great house in Serenno. This, quite obviously, didn't sit nicely with his father, and Jon suffered the same fate his uncle had. He was struck off the family tree, then shipped back home to Coruscant, where he went on to study finance. After a few years, finding that it was not for him, Jon dropped out and started up his own brokerage firm in the lower levels, where he made a business taking advantage of the poorer denizens of Coruscant. Personality & Traits "Dog eat dog—sure—but how about dog eat cat? Dog eat mouse, even." Jon has grown to be quite the charming young businessman. At least, that's what he appears to be to his clients, whom he manipulates into investing large sums of money into small companies to bring up the commission, only to con them out of their hard earned credits. He had no moral compass when it comes to business, and he considers himself to be a visionary. When he isn't robbing people of their money, he's partying or doing drugs—or both. Jon has become very well known in the cantinas around his office as the life of the party and a valuable client due to his habit of just throwing credits around. But he's a rookie. There's a reason he operates among the lower levels. Jon is too new to the scene for anyone to actually take him seriously, so he's forced to stick with conning the poor man while he eyes the motherlode. He's driven, and knows what his goal is and where to achieve it—all he needs to do is go out and do it. He's vulgar, self-absorbed, and maybe a little fekked in the head—but goddamn is he effective. Powers & Abilities Persuasive — Jon could convince a bantha into the jaws of a sarlacc. He knows how to phrase things to make them sound as convincing as possible, all the while serving them with so much charm you want to bring him home to your parents. And the best part? He doesn't even need the Force to do it. Educated — Sort of. He did start studying finance, but dropped out. Still, Jon got just enough information out of school to ensure he knows what he's doing. As for everything he doesn't know—he's learning as he goes. The Little Guy — He's got no interest in the war. Jedi, Sith, Republic, Empire—it doesn't matter to Jon, so long as his business is profitable. Every government will be a pain in the ass when it comes to the illegal side of his firm, so he doesn't care what seal the enforcers knocking at his door wear. ________________________________________________ Equipment He's got no reason to carry a gun, but when walking home late at night, Jon remains strapped with a hold-out blaster, just in case the scum of the lower levels decide to have a go at the pretty boy in the suit. Usually close by—either in his speeder or in his office—he's got a VBP-11 at the ready. Other than that, he carries the usual: commlink, datapad, wallet, keys, and always—and I mean always—a bag of spice and a deathstick, tucked away in a small box in the inside of his suit. Assets • SS-44 Bident, Jon's vehicle of choice Roleplay Threads Chapter 1 Chapter I: Fresh Out of School 1. Thread name — Thread description.