Born on Tatooine and raised onboard his tribe's Sandcrawler living the typical Jawa lifestyle of scavenging and selling, Womp did not place all his interest in droids and machines, though was still obligated to learn he was more fascinated by the creatures that wandered the harsh deserts of his homeworld.

He would spend most of his childhood working for his tribe scavenging parts and fixing droids to be sold, in his spare time he would draw pictures and observe the fauna of Tatooine.

Everything was fine, until one fateful night in his teens, whilst travelling aboard the sandcrawler, a noise was heard outside the sandcrawler, and then impact noises, he recognized the sound as blasters but the exact tone was different to those he was used to hearing, upon being evacuated with the others out of an escape hatch he noticed some men dressed in all white glossy armor wielding blaster rifles firing at the ship, they did not halt fire as the jawas and continued to bombard both the crawler and the Jawa with blaster fire, if there was anything Womp had learned it was that this kind of thing only ever happend if someone wanted something you had.

Survival was the only option, so Womp ran and ran and ran for what felt like days until stumbling upon a cave where he lay to rest and in the morning he would search for his family and friends; though he never found them, the cave became his home, and the creatures of Tatooine his family.

Surviving off of the land, so he stayed at the cave and would travel to town only to trade hides and meat for things he could not so easily acquire, and to try to learn who those soldiers were.

Revenge: For the destruction of his tribe, even though he remains calm most of the time

Survival