"Lucky" Jonesy

=• General Information •= Jonesy, sometimes called "Lucky", is a Spellslinger of some renown. an adventurer of sorts, and a known frequent drinker. If not found out in the field, scouring for treasure or shooting at the Dominion, he can usually be found at the Lair of the Black Hoods or his plot of land in the sky, dubbed BasePlace. He'd be considered pleasant company, if you can get past the scattered mind and heavy drinking. Fair warning, do not take any of his eye-wear.

= Personal History =

Youth in the Dominion
While most claim to be from the points of origin of the Exiles, Jonesy hails from the fringe of Dominion space. Born blind, he lived in mostly squalor, until a Chua scientist took him in as a study case. One operation later, and Jonesy was given sight, via cybernetics. Coming into the lower class of Cassian livelihood, he had heard about the Exiles on the run and the ensuing Civil War, whilst running deliveries for the upper class. His initial plans had been to save up enough to buy himself a ship, and start a company.

Most of his plans changed, when he had been set on a route which saw him delivering countless packages to a Luminai Highborn's estate. There he had come across the young daughter of the family who seemingly ran the colony, and it wasn't long before he was tempted to sneak into her bedchamber. It was only a few shared nights, however, before trouble happened to find Jonesy.

Escape to the Exiles
A few years before Nexus would be discovered, there was a running suspicion in the Dominion ranks that Exile spies were afoot. An Inquisition task-group had been assigned to round up any suspicious persons, which mostly included low-born Cassians. Upon one delivery to the planet, Jonesy had spotted the Inquisitors' ship, and the officers had spotted Jonesy. He fled to the highborn estate, pleading the girl to take him into hiding, to which she agreed. Jonesy had felt he escaped notice, until the Inquisition had found him hiding in the storage room he had taken shelter in.

The further details of Jonesy's elusive getaway remain unknown, mostly because he tells people, "Not drunk enough, not pissed off enough."

The most he's confided with is that a defected ship carrying supplies managed to meet up with the Exile fleet.

Life on the Gambler's Ruin
After having reached the Gambler, it became apparent that the fresh Exiles could not be placed within cryo, and so they made sure to put the new recruits to work. Jonesy was put to work for the next few years doing the same thing he had been doing, previously: running errands and delivering necessary supplies up and down the flagship.

The first few nights on the Gambler he has spent in the Rockin' Rowsdower, getting profusely drunk as to blur out the events leading to his run. The next few weeks were also spent in the same place, as his coworkers (some Granok) had dragged him right back to drink even heavier. A few consecutive nights led to a number of meetings with the Mordesh doctors, who eventually helped him deal with the about to be crippling amounts of alcohol by substituting his liver with an artificial one. It wasn't long before Jonesy picked up his habitual tendency to drinking and loitering around bars.

The next years passed by slowly, drifting from safe port to safe port, until finally, they reached the planet Nexus, to which Jonesy was thankful he had front row seats to lay eyes upon the lost world.

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