A fiery and hot-headed person, the type to jump into a confrontation with fists rather than words. Recent events has caused him to taper down, to care for his sister and work near endlessly to provide for her. Has incredible endurance to perform endless tasks thrown at him, and immense patience to see things through. While he always has something to say, he is surprisingly caring and kind. He is immensely protective of his sister, pretty much being her parent since his own parents' deaths. He's the type to not say a single word of complaint.
Remnants of his fiery and hot-headed young self still peer through once-in-a-while. He usually jumps head-first into a situation without considering the big picture at times. This impulsiveness could (and likely will) lead him to trouble in the future. He's also the type to hold a grudge, though attaining a grudge from the boy is difficult.
Jonn isn't the type to abuse his position and power. Living for years under Dresstos has taught him a sense of giving and dislike for those who abuse and lord their powers over others. Unless necessary, he prefers to avoid using his light prowess in Lightsaber combat and even the Force, seeing it as unnecessary attention.
Lightsaber Combat: The Police Force did have broken knowledge of Form VI: Niman. Jonn has a natural compatibility to the form, able to learn it much quicker than others and taking full advantage of its adaptive and free-form nature. While not a master by any stretch, he is relatively well versed in the form. There are clear gaps of knowledge within his form, accounting for the fact that the book and masters he learned from also had gaps in their knowledge. Has learned with the Police Force for nearly five years.
Force User: While sensitive, he could only detect when others were looking at him and the general idea of their opinion of him. Has only recently tapped into the force and only through an extreme emotional reaction regarding his sister's fate. Otherwise has had no time to check into his latent, awakened Force power.
Scrapper: Has been a part of the Scrapper's guild since he's had to work for a living. Has the most experience as a Rigger but has a fair amount of experience as a Cutter and a Hazmat user. Also had decent know-how on general repairs, mostly on small to medium sized ships.
Pilot: Has minimalist experience in piloting. Only with a small ship to deliver a shipment to another building.
Force Sensitive- 'Trained' by his planet's 'Jedi' police force
| Personal History |
Jonn was born in the galactic east. His planet's main claim to fame were scavenging, junkers, and all sorts of shoddy repairs. The planet had a 'Jedi' police force, this force being secretly under control by the Hutts through bribery. He didn't know his parents at all, many say they died when a pirate fleet took their ship hostage. Jonn wouldn't know, however. Left behind with a small sister, Luna, to take care of, he instead turn to an acquaintance. A Klatooinian by the Dresstos. By working under him, he could eek out a meager living, barely feeding himself and giving most to his young sister.
Jonn wasn't an idiot, he knew that Dresstos was underpaying him but there wasn't much he could realistically do. Employment came rare in these turbulent times, rarer still for a young 12-year old. He was away from 'home' most of the time, spending most of it as part of the local scrapper guild. The guild played fast-and-loose with roles- he could be a Cutter one day, and a Hazmat the next. Though he was a Rigger most of the time. At one point he was even driving small ships to deliver cargo.
The trouble came when Lana went missing. Jonn came back from a toiling day of labour and found could not find her at home. Dresstos was the first to be questioned but he shrugged his shoulders. He turned over as many stones as he could but found nothing. He implored the local 'Jedi' police force to look into it, though they simply shrugged their shoulders aswell. It would take nearly a month of begging, but they opened up an investigation, provided he 'work' for them for free. Jonn agreed instantly, not caring for the conditions nor pay, as long as he got his sister back.
His tenure at the police force was grueling, to say the least, but he never complained. He had initially become their 'padawan' and hoisted innumerable tasks to complete. Jonn had a certain sensitivity and could tell that they were sneering and jeering behind his back. Still, being a part of the force commanded some training. Despite their reputation as gangsters masquerading as Jedi, they did seem to have knowledge of Lightsaber combat. While not having a light-saber, he was taught Form 6- Niman. Their teachings were rough and rudimentary, as if there were gaps of information. Still, Jonn proved compatible with the form, even besting a few older members.
One day, before he could report another of thousands tasks completed, he overheard three of his superiors- one being the 'master' he was assigned to. They were laughing and guffawing drunk, reminiscing of old tales. Jonn thought he would leave them to it and report later when a familiar name came up. Luna. Their laughs turned into howls- recounting how she was sold by Dresstos, of all people. And to take advantage of the runt's brother.
A surge of rage enveloped his vision. The Force, which was awakened within him, exploded outwards. Jonn couldn't remember much after. He 'woke up', and found the scene of two men sprawled on the floor, foaming at the mouth. The other was pinned to the wall by a seemingly invisble force. The rusty metallic door was scrunched and folded in a corner, torn from its hinges. The man mewled out choked apologies and that he didn't actually know anything, just surface level knowledge.
The man too soon fainted, whether he was dead or not, Jonn didn't check. He stole one of the few lightsaber's the gang had, a simplistic and rusted blue lightsaber and escaped. Soon, other gang members would find out but he would make himself scarce before that. Rage still silently bubbling within him, he made his way to Dresstos' office, a relatively high building. He dangled the Klatooinian out the window, an attempt to extract information from him. Dresstos, being a coward, immediately gave up and gave him what he wanted. Dresstos didn't know much either, aside from a name and an insignia. For the first time, Jonn lit the lightsaber on and dismembered the man's right arm and foot. Honestly he considered just outright killing him but couldn't bring himself to and left him crying and squealing on the floor.
Jonn packed up what meager belongings he had, hiding the light saber within his claok and carrying a small rucksack. Luckily he had saved up some money before working to the Police Force. He found a passenger ship to leave the planet he was on, suspecting that they might have found the three men. What he would do next... he doesn't know.
Unknown Blue Lightsaber: A Blue Lightsaber stolen from The 'Jedi' Police Force of his planet. Has a grey, metallic handle with rust on the edges. A good shine should fix it right up.
Pirate Insignia: Insignia of the Pirates who took his sister. Will hopefully serve to fool those members.