Name: Davon Earthborn
age: 24
gender: Male
race: just a normal, boring human being
appearance: Black hair, juat 2 normal brown eyes with a hint of green, a nose a moth. You know...
He isn't ripped or anything but isn't exactly weak either.
personality: He is calm and curious. He never wants to hurt anyone unless he really has to, he wants to make friends instead. Being dropped in a junkworld with so many weird races just increased his curiosity. He observes and tries to make conversation before running or attacking. He is the type of person who just keeps going no matter what, his willpower and understanding of morality and feelings are his best traits.
abilities: Nothing really special, he is smart and adaptable.
strengths: He can talk himself out of most trouble. His calm and brave nature somehow always makes other creatures less violent and calmer. He has plenty of technological knowledge due to being educated at a high level.
weaknesses: He doesn't have any "superpowers". All he can count on in fights are his wits, weapons and what strength he has.
how did he end up here: He was sentenced as a criminal by the government on Mars because he destroyed all information on a very powerful and destructive technology that was most likely going to be used to wipe out planets close by so they could take over them.
Of course he was then considered a criminal and was sentenced to death, but the government decided to send him on the junk planet to show how "generous" they are and how much they "value" life.
occupation: Just a temporary worker for the great Mars Co.
equipment: One of the guards was kind enough to throw him a toolbox and some food while they were pushing him off of the spaceship. The toolbox proved useful for mounting and dismounting items. He quickly made himself a sturdy sword with screws and some metal scraps.
biography: Once he was left on the junk planet, he started wandering with his makeshift sword and small toolbox and soon found a village of some strange race he never saw before. They were small, with thin leather clothes and a strange greenish skin. They still had arms, legs and a face though. With big eyes. He walked in the village. He took some of his food and reached out toward a younger looking creature, a child, he thought. The villagers took this as an act of friendship and took him in. Davon leaned some of their language, and quickly became loved by the villagers. He helped them scare away bigger predators and carry heavier loads since he was quite a bit bigger than the villagers. He also used his tools to make better tools for the villagers who quickly learned how to use them. In exchange the villagers showed him how to get food and water from between the trash. There was surprisingly more life to be found than it would first seem.
One sad day, some weird looking thugs came into the village. Most of the villagers hid in their homes but some ran out with big bags which they put in front of the intruders and scurried back into their houses. The thugs took the bags and poured their content on the ground, demanding more food. The villagers didn't have anymore so the village elder stepped out and said so. One of the thugs then punched the elder very hard and said that they'll comw back tomorrow.
The villagers all left their village, fleeing to some other place where they might take them in. At the time, Davon was out hunting, which usually took multiple days. By the time he got back, there were only destroyed houses left. Davon explored the ruins a bit and found his toolbox with a quick drawing of which way the villagers went. However, he never found any other trace of the small greenish creatures ever since. He gained something from them though, a shelter for the first months on this planet, and knowledge of how to survive.