A Corellian street-rat that was never going to amount to much of anything, beyond smuggling spice into the planet. The only reason he didn't stay in the streets was pure luck of being in the right place at the right time to take a position on the crew of a freighter, which is how he got into the smuggling business.

When the Republic fell and was replaced with the Galactic Empire - and the harsher stance on illegal smuggling (as opposed to legal smuggling) - he got out of the 'smuggling profession' and, having gained a passion for being in space and having the ambition of one day flying his own ship, enlisted with the Imperial Navy.

His first proper assignment out of the academy was to a custom's checkpoint. During his academy days, he was noteworthy for being, in simulations, an exemplary pilot with uncanny reaction times and creative solutions to problems.

Reach retirement. Purchase a starship of his own. Showboat excessively along the way.

Blonde haired, fair complexioned, and disgustingly lazy when he can help it - which isn't often in the service of the Empire. He generally looks bored when he's in a briefing room or on his 'off time', but tends to liven up when he's actively piloting.