Always shying away from the frontline but trying to uphold the Wookie's honorable ethics, Whic is a kindly, if reclusive, fellow whom is most comfortable with tools in hand and surrounded by all kinds of data devices. Although a native to Kashyyyk, Whic lived with his parents on Onderon in relative seclusion from the rest of the world. From a young age, Whic has had an affinity for the mechanical, seeking new things to take apart as soon as he was allowed near a screwdriver and wrench. His parents thought this was just a queer habit, until they realised Whic was happily going at his father's bowcaster like it was a toy and nearly took out a good clump of fire trying to dismantle the trigger mechanism.
Realising the knack he had for machinery, they encouraged the behaviour with albeit less dangerous items, mostly datapads and old droid parts that were past use or had little life left in them. Though they believed these things were innocuous, when your teenage son cracks an encrypted pad that contains the catalogue and names of current Cartel members involved in smuggling operations related to the Hutts, well that draws heat to anyone. Unfortunately when skimming this information and talking to his father about whom to report it to, Whic has also tripped an embedded tracker which tipped off members of the group to their location.
Eager to keep their inventory and anonymity safe and their operations still running, the Cartel members quickly descended on the 3 in their home, attempting to murder them all before they awoke. What they did not expect to find was 3 Wookies, aware of the danger and very pissed off at the attempt on their lives. It was a bloody fight in the night, neither side having the advantage in the dark and whilst the Cartel members were successfully taken out, it came at the cost of Whic's parent's lives and their home, ignited by a fuel laced det-pack brought along to "clean up the evidence"
Distraught, wounded and alone, Whic decided the only place he'd be safe was with the law. He headed into the nearest town and reported the incident to the authorities, only to be told to file out a report and come back in a few weeks time when they had completed their investigation. This only drove Whic into further dismay, using what few credits he had remaining to get himself a room and some hot food for the night. As he sat skimming through the few datapads he had salvaged from the fire, Whic began plotting his revenge against the Cartel, noting down the critical information as quickly as possible, loading it into a custom pad before slagging the tracked Cartel pad. Finding the nearest Newsnet terminal, Whic hooked up his custom pad and dumped the information he had gathered about the Cartel members onto the local Newsnet, plastering their information and operations all over Onderon.
Naturally this made Whic criminal enemy number one, forcing him to be constantly on the run for years, earning a few creds here and there applying his mechanical and slicing skills, just getting by. After successfully evading them for a few years, Whic ran into a spot of trouble with the then Separatist Government, placing him between a rock and a hard place. Voices of dissension were not a popular thing when a despot was on the throne so Whic was forced further underground, eeking out a living among the criminal elements of the population that didn't want him dead to avoid both. Eventually Whic found out about the Rebel group working to take back Onderon from the Separatists and joined up with them, working as an intelligence relay agent, helping to co-ordinate and decrypt information to the best of his ability. This would lead to downfall of the Separatists and the re-establishment of Onderon in the Galatic Senate.
However Whic was no longer content with his former home and requested to be taken away to Coruscant, longing to have an even remote chance of looking at the Jedi Archives after learning about them from the Jedi aiding the rebels. This request would happen, however Whic was not taken directly to the Jedi Temple there, having no sensitivity to the Force whatsoever and was employed in a lesser function as a maintenance man.

To record and collate all of the languages of the universe and create a truly universal translator for everyone. Written, spoken and dead tounges and scripts alike.

Whic stands at 7' 6" tall, covered in shaggy brown fur with blue eyes and about as "friendly" a face as you can find on any reclusive technophile of a Wookie.
At the time of the story's beginning, Whic is 47 years old