The Down and Out:

Life on Tatooine was harsh and it sucks. My parents were salvagers, making a poor living off scrap found in the boundless desert of our adopted home world. Some nights they had wonderful stories for me about battles, troopers and Jedi and even Sith. I always thought my parents were just making up these stories to keep me entertained. I mean, how else would they know about all those things? I was barely twelve years old when both my parents were killed. The official story was they were killed by Sand People while out salvaging. I never believed it. I was orphaned and left to fend for my self in the streets of Mos Shuuta. I joined a small gang of orphans that watched each others backs in order to stay alive in this harsh environment. We weren't above a little pick pocketing or snatch and grabs from vendors to get the food we needed to survive. As we got older, my fellow orphan buddy Jon and I decided we were going to get rich by joining the employ of the local Hutt, Teemo. It turned out to be more indentured servitude then employment and we certainly weren't going to get rich. Even though it wasn't what we were hoping for it was still better then living off the streets like we have been for the last five years but I always dreamed of more. Doing more. Being more.

Ambition: Status

I want something better for my life. I don't want to always be chained to servitude of this greedy Hutt or surviving off scrap materials found in a desert.

Bounty: (+10) I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Witnessed the slaying of a Jedi who was protecting a Mother and Father and their newborn children. With the help of a doctor on the scene we managed to rescue one of the babies. We chose to save the baby which is what put us on Teemo's hit list. Joining up with a Transdoshan that wasn't in Teemo's good graces didn't help either. Now we're on the run from his hit squads.

Responsibility: (+10) Every since my parents died and I was taken in by an Orphan gang to help me survive the streets of Mos Shuuta I've felt a sort of responsibility to repay that favor. Every time I get a chance, whether I have the extra coin or not, I find a way to get much needed supplies to the orphans of the streets. Food, medical supplies, clothes, whatever I can get my hands on.

I'm 17 years old with a lightly tanned skin tone. I have light brown hair and green eyes. I'm 5'11" and 185 lbs with a muscular build. I have a scar on my upper back, below my shoulder from a street merchant who was chasing after me when I lifted some fruits from his stand. I usually where heavy clothing which gives some light protection. They're a colored to blend in with the sands, light beige, whites and grays. I wear a holster around my waist that keeps my blaster near to hand.