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Dewey Planck
OVERVIEW
BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION
Homeworld
Born
Faction
Rank
Level
Nar Shaddaa
6921 BBY
Hutt Cartel
Slicer
1
Born
Faction
Rank
Level
Nar Shaddaa
6921 BBY
Hutt Cartel
Slicer
1
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Species
Gender
Height
Mass
Hair Color
Eye Color
Skin Color
Human
Male
1.6254 M
87.91 kg
Dark Brown
Hazel
Caucasian
Gender
Height
Mass
Hair Color
Eye Color
Skin Color
Human
Male
1.6254 M
87.91 kg
Dark Brown
Hazel
Caucasian
ATTRIBUTES
Strength
Dexterity
Stamina
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma
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Dewey Planck was born in the place he loathed the most. Nar Shadaa. If the galaxy had a shady neighborhood, Nar Shadaa was it. Dewey was born into a family that owned a large casino on the dirty rock, and made their money through shady business. Dewey was always around the most greedy people in the explored galaxy, most of which were Hutts that wanted a week to blow all their money on his parent's rigged machines. He spent all of his time locked in the control room, his parents didn't want him interfering with their scam, watching the cameras and learning how to use them. He picked up tricks from those that he watched, and became something of a mini villain himself. Living in a casino, and without parents to ever pay him attention, he became addicted to the credits. Picking up a few here, stealing a few there, he loved nothing more than to have more credits.
Time passed, and his family went bankrupt. The scam couldn't last forever, and over time it all fell apart. His father was taken away by a Hutt that he could never forget the face of, and his mother slowly stopped caring about anything, leaving Dewey for himself. He had a natural affinity for computers and code, and eventually grew fond to the idea of him earning his living by using his abilities.
Over time, he began to truly hone his skills. He became an expert at gathering intel on other organizations, give him enough time and an escort and it's almost like he could do anything related to computers, and where a better place to make the most credits by doing this than with the cartel. He held a grudge against all of them, making his family bankrupt, taking away his father for most likely slavery, and destroying his mother, he couldn't feel more hate for a group. He kept his head down, and had started his first jobs for the cartel.
He made a whole lot of enemies, and few allies. The one problem with keeping his head down was that he couldn't talk to anybody, but the up side was that nobody knew his face. he was like a ghost, few people can see him: But those that do can't prove that he exists.
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"That's the thing about you, I can't just read you, like code, er, something."- ...
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"Oh trust me. If anyone in this galaxy ever breathed, I know about it."
Ill put something here when I actually meet some people.. Maybe never.
Ill put something here when I actually meet some people.. Maybe never.
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THREAD TRACKER
"I haven't been attacked recently, but I still feel a pain in my chest... Is that normal?"
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Final Chapter: In the end, It was never about the credits.1. Thread Title
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