Have you fulfilled your duties to the God of Protection today? You must perform the charging ritual fortnightly... – Bit
Bit is a skilled mechanic low-born in the underworldly depths of Ix Prime that was thrust into the very core of the intergalactic conflict abrew on Arrakis. You can usually find him performing complicated mechanical tasks on his desert bike, that he calls rituals, sporting a makeshift jumpsuit and a pair of welding goggles hanging around his neck. He is reserved, far from being the type to start a conversation, but rarely matched in his social observation skills.
In his mid 30s, his age isn't betrayed by his physical appearance. Having been trained in shadowy combat arts, his physique while fairly usual, is quite lean and fairly muscular. Bit takes particular pride in his training routines, performing them with almost the same reverence he performs his daily mechanical rituals. His almond-coloured eyes are swiftly scanning his environment, making sure no hidden dangers lie within. He sports a short haircut that doesn't get in the way of his duties, and a stylish turquoise lipstick pattern, mimicking the harsh neon bar lights in his workshop.
Bit isn't the sociable type, preferring to keep to himself as much as possible. He's particularly quiet about his upbringing, often mentioning just that he's been a mechanic on Ix Prime for his entire life. He takes great pride in his work, fiddling with his gadgets for hours, following the same routines in silence, much like a Muad'Dib surfing the shadowy dunes late at night. His mechanical skills are indeed unmatched, for a simple glance at your faulty device will lead Bit to draw elaborate fixing plans.
Born on Ix Prime to lowborn parents, his life was far from glamour. His ma, Sofia, was a mechanic herself, and quite a skilled one at that. While the lower Ixian caste is trained on a need-to-know basis, never knowing more about the technology they service more than they absolutely need to, her bright mind allowed her to grasp the mysterious inner workings of a wide range of devices.
His pa, Rudolph, worked informally as a doctor in the Ixian underworld, helping the injured that were swiftly cast away by their overseers when unable to perform their duties.
His upbringing primed him for a technology-driven life in the shadows.
While he spent most of his childhood watching her mum's daily rituals, and picking up the mechanical craft from her, Bit was a quick learner, becoming a fully self-reliant mechanic way before the usual age. Thus he was quickly noticed by his ma's overseer, swiftly placing his bond on sale on the market way before maturity.
Mere days later, his new overlord introduced herself. Part of the high nobility, she would employ Bit as her personal technician, tasked with the exclusive honour of maintaining her personal devices. She was impressed by his keen mechanical eye, and even moreso by his sense of loyalty and duty. Beyond the cover of the night, she would personally see to his further training.
Little is known of Bit's duty to his overlord, for he avoids talking about the subject. One can tell the subject is deeply personal to him, and the person to first pry open this area of his life is yet to be found. What we do know is gathered from the fugitive remarks he makes when entranced in his mechanical rituals: he had access to cutting edge technology, beyond any lowborn's wildest dreams, and he became intimately attuned to their inner workings. For an unknown reason, he seems particularly versed in stealth and survival technologies.
If you asked Bit how he got here, you'd always get the same answer:
I was manning a spice transport convoy back to Ix Prime when I got got struck down by a portable missle.
He seems deeply disturbed by his memories of the event.