I've been a few places, you know, for the Rebel cause. Not like I wanted to join up or anything, but when you're recruited as hard as I was, they can be just as bad as the Empire. For 2 years they were hounding me. "Best sniper I've seen in a long time..." and "You should fight the good fight" and "Don't you want more representation for fellow Sullustans" yadda yadda. I guess it wore on me after a while, and I was in. Before that? Shoot, a little bit of hit and runs on Imperial convoys around the Core planets, a little bit of Robin Hood steal from the rich and give to the poor (me, obviously), but I'm not a bad guy. Hell my parents raised me to be a good youngin' and look where that got me. I'm a soldier now, and have seen a few tours for the Rebels. My experience has mostly been sniping but I am getting a lot more experience with other weapons. My goal is to be a weapons expert one day. Pick it up, load it, and I will know how to use it to it's greatest potential.

Love Interest - Berra Dinae is....wow. Let me put this into Basic, because the words coming into my mind when I think about her are in the most flowery and completely embarrassing Sullustan terms. She shines. Her skin is this...shimmering pink brightness that doesn't just light a room up when she comes in - it bathes it in some sort of beautiful fire. She is a Twi'lek, and her lekku accentuates every single movement she makes. She and I met two years ago, on a Rebel mission to infiltrate a terrorist cell used by the Empire to distract the politicians and merchant classes while they sapped the planet dry of resources. Anyway, we were specialists undercover; her the slicer, me the sniper. We were in deep in this cell, and she saved my damn life. They were on to me; apparently I talk in my sleep. I was done for. But Dinae....she....she told them I was just repeating what she had told me. They were going to kill her, but backup showed up and it all went to shit. Anyway, we had to evacuate and we ended up on different shuttles off that hole. I won't go into detail on our relationship - but suffice it to say, if I had a chance to see her again, I'd take it. I heard from a buddy that her name popped up on a passenger list of a huge convoy heading out to the Mid Rim. He told me there was an outpost there and with the right convincing, I could get transferred. So...here I am....now, where is she?

Having done plenty of undercover work in my short stint with the Rebels, and although I was resistant at first, duty does not weigh any less on my shoulders. My aim? Heh, I even called it my AIM. My aim, my goal, my purpose is to eliminate high value targets in order to bring peace and balance to the Galaxy. I don't ask many questions about my targets; that's not my place. I do, however, feel the pinch of every life I snuff out. It takes its toll, I am not a violent guy. Anyway, I am a Trooper rank and have been for my two years. I would probably be higher, but I got moved around a few times and my commanders never seemed to let me settle long enough for the crushing weight of more responsibility to land on me. That's fine, by me.

Pretty damn short, even on a good day. 5'2" means I can stuff myself into tight spaces, and that helps when you're sniping. I got these big brown eyes, that all the ladies say is my best feature. "Windows into the Soul" they tell me, and apparently I got nice glass. I keep my headgear sweet smelling and clean as a whistle, so it's not got so much as a scratch on it. My usual gear? Cargo pants, lots of pockets means lots of ammo. Armored shirt, usually red in color, and a black vest. Again, the ladies like it. Always have a bunch of ammo strapped to me too. My ears are a bit big for a Sullustan, but I'm convinced that saved my life at least once or twice. Story for another time. I could stand to lose a pound or two, but I am by no means sluggish. I can move when I need to.