Working most of my life as merc along the Llanic Spice Run. I was approached by, the newly endorsed, Moff Abran Balfour. He had requested I hunt down a special kind of prey. He needed my expertise for this special hunt. Little did I know he was more interested in what I was not, who I was. I found my target, a lone farmer, who waved his hands a lot and tried to convince me to that I never seen him. He was no match for my brute strength so I thought. After returning him to the Moff, he had him carbonated and shipped off to the emperor for execution. Seemed a little harsh for a lone farmer. I had my crew splice into his terminals. What I found hit a little to close to home, under the name of Order 66. This was an genocide of a religious sect of people who were gifted with the life blood of the cosmos. That's when it hit me. My species was damn near put into extinction by another so called Sith Lord.
I took action. After assembling my crew aboard the "Whispering Comet" we took flight. We intercepted the Imperial Shuttle rescuing the lone farmer. He told us what little he knew. He was what they called a Padawan. He had tasked me with helping all those, like him, in need. At his request I accepted. After leaving him in a spaceport on Ryloth. We set out to seek those in need. After a few years and only finding very, very few of these force sensitive folks. We found ourselves in the Allanteen VI Shipyards. During a quick refueling, I was following a possible lead when the unthinkable happened. While my crew was awaiting aboard the ship exploded, killing all and leaving me alive. The spaceport put out a warrant for my arrest leading to countless crimes, some I committed and some I didn't, against the Galactic Empire. The worse of it all was I was framed for the murder of my crew. Not knowing who set me up or who betrayed me, I fled.
Since then I've seeking and chasing leads for those responsible for the death of my crew. Abandoning helping my main objective of helping the "Jedi" or so I thought. . . .

Knowing the history of my people and knowing the effects of near extinction. Something inside me caused me to befriend and help these people who have been gifted with powers of the universe.
Good or Bad, I will do what it takes to help these force sensitive beings.

10/10 Frontier Justice - Seeking the one who framed me for the death of my crew and ship.
10/10 Criminal - Recently discovered and captured by a Wilderness Patrol of Imperial Stormtroopers. While being beaten in camp my restraints busted loose. Resulting in me killing the lone trooper. Taking his armor and weapons I fled back into the wilderness.

Born with a rare skin condition which turned my skin to a deep red color.
Black eyes with Red pupils
Tribal Tattoos for vengeance and the names of my lost crew mates.