"The First Step Towards Loyalty Is Trust" -CT 7567

Devrim the Drifter, that's what they call him. Individualistic, exacting, and aggressive. If there was ever a species that was playing all of the angles and doubling down on the one that benefited them most, it's the Harch, and Devrim is no exception. Having spent almost a century traveling the galaxy, Devrim has played for all the sides, separatist, republic, and this new "Empire", he provides his skills as a military tactician and scholar to those that will pay him handsomely for it. All this to fund his high style of living, having found a taste for luxury eating, drinking, and nightlife. His heightened senses and greatly above-average intuition make it easy for him to outsmart opponents and devise cunning plans. However, this has also caused him a fair share of trouble. His affinity for high life lead him to become obsessed with shooting dice and praying on those less gifted at casinos and nightclubs that are popular for betting on pod races. The thrill of playing the numbers, cards, and chips, sometimes goes too far causing him to lose significant amounts of money at once, and burn bridges with those that count on him to make their bets. He recently won an old book in a game of Sabac on Coruscant detailing the ways of the force and he now is searching for answers, to see if he has what it takes to learn and master this ancient religion, lost due to the persecution of the empire. Having always felt a strange connection to the flow of events around him, he feels he owes it to himself to know more...

6"3
98 years old
white fur, silver blue eyes
eight limbs: six fully functional arms and two legs. The arms ended in furless, three-fingered, dark pink hands, and the legs ended in furred two-toed feet. His head includes two large primary eyes below two pairs of smaller eyes and above two, large, protruding jaws or chelicerae.