Background
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
Well, only about 30 years ago, to be precise, and on the arid desert world of Tatooine, no less...
A baby was born, a baby who was not destined to bring balance to the force, not destined to greatness. Instead, he was just a baby. He did normal baby things, crawled and babbled and the like. But that isn't the part of the story that matters. That part of his story began when he was 10 years of age. On tatooine, in the dune sea, Tusken Raiders are always a large threat and so from a young age, children, boys and girls alike, are taught to help defend themselves and their homes. The rich can afford sufficient weapons to give a rifle to every member of the family, but Desric's family was not rich, and so they instead were forced to survive with naught but a pair of pistols.
Time went on and Desric grew up, but the demands of the moisture farm meant that he kept practicing with those pistols that were all that kept the family safe from bandits and tuskens. As time passed, Desric's skills with the guns only seemed to grow, but one day, even his formidable skills could not keep his family safe. While he was away from the farm at a nearby oasis to do some drinking and carousing with what few friends he had in town, his parents were attacked. Tuskens swarmed all over the farm, killing all within. It was a massacre, and none were left alive. When Desric returned, he was shocked, stunned into sadness. His depression was great, and he could not bear to stay at the homestead. So he sold the land and the equipment, and the guns. He used the money to buy a pair of weapons, a good pair, and an Eopie. He set off across the planet, wandering for a few years, making his way from town to town, living life as a drifter, doing odd jobs for money. But most of all, he worked to protect those who could not protect themselves, and he did so for free. All he asked for was a place to sleep and some food on his plate.
Motivation