"I was a padawan once. My master was a friendly old Dowutin named Flennib Marga. The guy was the size of a reek if it was standing on its back legs. I still don't know how he got clothes in his size. We were stationed on the planet of Mimban, a hot, moist jungley swampy planet. I really learned my trade there. We worked with the mimbanese as a sort of guerilla force, hiding out in the swamps and jungles, harassing separatist droids wherever we could. A couple times I was even better at it than Master Flennib, on account of him being so huge. We did the usual thing, foiled a few plots, fought a few battles. Then... Then the clones betrayed us. They ambushed us just like we'd done droids. Flennib was so strong he shrugged off blaster bolts like blue milk duds being thrown at him, but I wasn't so tough, and he told me to run. I don't know what happened after that. We've been separated ever since. The Mimbani were... Helpful. They can hide in the swamps better than anyone, and kept me safe. Since then I've kept low, wandering place to place. I... I doubt my master is still alive, I admit. But I hope to be proven wrong. On my travels, I always keep an ear out for word of particularly large Dowutin acting suspicious."

Breno is mostly seeking to keep low and avoid the empire's gaze, though his secondary goal is to find out the ultimate fate of his master.

Morality Score: 50
Strength: Joy. As part of his calm persona, Breno is able to find happiness in small things and is very difficult to put in a bad mood. However...
Weakness: Antipathy. Breno's ability to find happiness in small places makes it sometimes difficult to connect to others and feel their pain.

Breno is of relatively average hight and build for a Zabrak, with a bald head, impressive horns, and a surprisingly gentle, youthful face. He tends to smile often and speaks with a calm, gentle tone.