Phylus Mon’s early life on Vinsoth centered around animals. He had a natural connection with many of the creatures of his homeworld’s forests, and found himself able to train them easily – sometimes bending their will, at first unconsciously, with the power of the Force. As he grew, Phylus became involved in one of the traditional pursuits of the Chevin, slavery. It was, in part, a family business, but it represented something more to him. While dealing in Chev offered some measure of satisfaction, Phylus found more pleasure in tracking down and capturing great beasts from across the galaxy, warping their minds, and selling them for sport.
Over the years, his business diverged from his family’s, and he expanded his customers and his reputation, all the while relying on the Force to guide him. A cruel, ruthless, hate-filled creature, Phylus soon lost all the joy he’d known as a child in dealing with animals. They became things to him that would be pitted against one another, and he found himself searching for the ultimate beast, the one that could defeat all others. He captured and trained creatures used in arenas across the galaxy, from the wasteland of Geonosis to the Undercity of Coruscant. He also fought many of them himself, and the years of combats, and the resultant scars, toughened his hide so much that most weapons have a hard time penetrating his thick dermal layers.
The Force became a tool that he used more and more frequently to capture his prey, or to put enemies at a disadvantage. Rumor says that when he could not capture a flock of battlebirds on Orimanther, he went into meditation until he learned how to create a storm with the Force that would knock them from the sky. He is a master of a number of dark side skills, which he uses to both frighten and kill his targets, or those who would keep him from his targets. Once he decides he wants something, almost no one – and almost nothing – will keep him from it.
Over the years, Phylus has culled a number of Force-sensitive slaves from the ranks of the Chev, and “freed” them into his service. That is to say, he calls them “free,” and they call themselves “free,” but while they are well-paid, they cannot leave his employ. Those who do, die. He trains them himself, and has them trained in a way that will be most beneficial to his organization.
Because of his incredible hardiness, Phylus is arrogant. In combat, he typically waits, using Force abilities to make himself as powerful as possible while casually using dark side abilities on opponents across the battlefield. Opponents who begin to get too close find their weapons suddenly not working, and on the off-chance that something actually manages to hit him, Phylus has other defenses in place.
Phylus has fought creatures from across the galaxy, everything from Wookiees to Gundarks to Dragonsnakes, and he has always emerged victorious. Aside from his Force abilities, he fights with a glowing barbed whip, and takes great pleasure in each lashing he administers.
To get to him, though, requires going through whatever creatures and assistants he has with him. These are usually enough to stop any would-be assassins, and Phylus enjoys watching the combats. He favors a combination of fast attackers, powerful defenders, and Force-users, and the “zoo” with which he travels (this is what he calls his slave pens) allows him access to an impressive army of creatures. It is rumored that he has a highly-trained Wampa in his employ, a creature that is even more brutal and dangerous than Mon himself.
The primary reason Phylus has stayed alive, to this point, is a very definite avoidance of the Jedi. He keeps his movements as secret as possible, and does his best to keep from killing any Jedi, or individuals associated with the Jedi. He much prefers being the hunter, to being the hunted.