I watched my homeworld get scorched by clones, I watched the republic ignore my peoples cries for peace and ridicule our politics and peoples, I watched the empire that rose from the ashes offered no recompense for our pain and suffering in its founding.

I was raised by A Zabrak Mandalorian named Shandra she found me on a scrapped trade ship floating in aqualish space that got blasted and raided for carrying medicine and decided to raise me I am by no means a Mandalorian but I have a deep reverence for there culture and try to practice my Mando'a. Shandra whether she wanted too or not fostered my political hatred and encouraged my wanton destruction towards the empire and republic she always supported me and loved me while also maintaining her sternness and pushing me in the right ways. She was exiled too but never told me why. A parting gift from her when I took up bounty hunter was a Green and Electrum visor with rylak claws on the side near my mandibles

Love: The Natural world, culture, music, art, beauty, History I love all of these things with all of my being I will fight mandible and claw to protect these things love these things cherish these things
Solidarity: The Lowest peoples of the galaxy have been long abused and taken advantage of any attempts I can take to unify people for a common good the happier I am

Criminal (15): I have a long history of terrorism against the republic, Separatists, Empire but none in Hutt space or against free systems (mando's Verpine, etc)
Family(10): My mother is incredibly important to me, I often send her credits (though she never asks) and tries to call and talk to me regularly she's very important to me

Even hunched over as his normal demeanor he stands at 7'4 despite his bitter attitude always seems content or pleased with his surroundings he's got very fluffy soft grey fur all over his body with white tiger stripes all over his face he sometimes walks using his legs and lowest 2 arms