The Down and Out

Ambition to be an expert mechanic, like his father.

Follows the cause to overthrow the empire/kill imps.

Ambition to learn how to kill/fight force users

Member of the bounty hunter guild Skine Bounty Hunter College


Owes local crime lord a debt for identifying the location and information of the imperial officer that oppressed his city and killed his parents

Born on the core world of Duros, Sigor was raised by his mother and father. He was a good kid, and he learned everything about technology and droid repair from his father, a well regarded mechanic. His mother was a swoop track manager, and Sigor could never understand how she handled unruly customers and swoop gang members with such ease and grace. Unlike his mother, his father was less equipped to handle customer relations, and he often had disputes with his less savory customers. One such customer was an imperial officer, and this officer caused enough trouble that he turned to violence. A fight began and ended swiftly, resulting in a dead imperial officer on the Valek family doorstep. With this, the family fled off world to the outer rim to lay low with family friends, but this was a doubled-edged blade. As you travel away from the galactic core, imperial presence decreases, but more violent and unhinged characters who are too much for the core to handle find their way into power. The city that Sigor’s family found refuge in was one such city. A battalion of imperials made their way there and began to crush the life out of the city with heavy taxes, draconian restrictions, and an omnipresent sense of fear. Many of the citizens became fed up, and schemed a plot to overthrow their oppressors, led by none other than Sigor’s folks. As a united front, the small guerrilla force had a series of small victories, and as they gained momentum, they gained more support from their neighbors. Sigor’s mother charismatically organized the uncoordinated group of the marginalized into an impassioned mob, and his father equipped them with jury rigged armaments and turned the imperial droids on their overseers. Sigor watched all of this from the shadows, even with his parents fearful for his life, nothing could stop him from admiring his parents leading a small rebellion all by themselves. At the zenith of their movement, storming the imperial outpost, an imperial transport landed and out marched a squadron of imperial soldiers in jet black armor, led by a figure clad in black, wielding a red-bladed lightsaber. They flanked the citizens, and the freedom fighters were quickly pacified. Sigor’s mother and father were identified, brought to the steps of the outpost, and executed publicly. Sigor watched in horror through his macro binoculars, safely hidden in his bunker shelter. He saw the faces of his mother and father as they mouthed a final word to their son who they knew could see: “Never give up, we love you”. Over the next 10 years, Sigor undertook a one duros fight against the imperials that they didn’t even know they were having. Learning everything he could from his fathers texts and notes, Sigor performed the most subtle of subterfuge against the imperials, for whom he harbored so much rage. A blown up ship here, a haywire droid there, Sigor’s battle of attrition was invisible, but effective, and the imperials finally gave up on the backwater planet and left. The community celebrated him, and he rejoiced with his friends, but he knew his job wasn’t done. He made a solemn vow of vengeance, and left to pursue those those who had stolen his world from him. “I don’t have time for this destiny nonsense, I’m here to kill imps, and if you can’t help me then I think we’re done.”