Growing up an orphan on the streets of Corellia is tough. Dack was "adopted" into the Iron Wrix swoop gang, which held the largest territory in Coronet City's Blue Sector. From a young age he was utilized by the gang, picking pockets in the crowded Treasure Ship Row, then muscling protection money out of stall merchants when he was older. He boosted his first speeder from a young noble who had decided to go slumming in the 'Row, and his love of fast vehicles began. He spent his savings getting the speeder tuned up, well past safety recommendations, and entered it in a race hosted by a rival gang.
He lost spectacularly. From first place, to smashing sideways through a tapcafe, he lost both the race and his speeder. But Dack was far from discouraged. He had found the place he felt most at ease in the drivers seat, and refused to give it up. To get it back, however, he would need credits, and since he'd spent them all tuning up the last speeder for the race he had lost, he had none to his name.

Acting alone, he stole a large cache of credits from a rival gang, the Carrion Spats, resulting in a retaliatory rumble that decimated his gang. He escaped the planet with the credits and the betrayal of his gang’s survivors weighing heavily on him. Now, Dack sells his abilities as a planetary jockey and bodyguard to distract himself and to push the odds, tempting fate for the retribution he feels is coming.

Crime
I support black markets, mercenary bands, and infochants, choosing to help them thrive when and where I can.

Addiction (to speed)
Magnitude 5
Bit by the racing bug, I lose myself to racing as fast as possible when behind the wheel, and always prefer to be on the move rather than sitting still.

Betrayal
Magnitude 5
I stole from a rival gang resulting in an attack on mine. I then abandoned them with the credits I had stolen.

27, short brown hair, average built, a scar across his right cheek from ear to nose, a constant fidget in his hands that often results in spinning small denomination credits between his fingers, or rhythmic tapping on flat surfaces.