31 years old.
Wanted to be a pilot in the Navy, got sent to the ST corps as he was taller than average.
Spent nearly 12 years in the corps (18+13) until the battle of Endor, when the Star Destroyer he was stationed aboard was forced to make a crash landing onto the forest moon and was assaulted by psychotic Ewoks.
His unit held out until several emergency shuttle picked up the command crew and returned to orbit, leaving the troopers and most of the crew to be cannibalised by the locals.
Over the next week, most of the survivors were picked off one by one, until Elvees was one of the few to be rescued by unaligned salvagers.

Been an itinerant unskilled laborer since Endor, just enough to rent bunks, eat and get some clothes.

Raised on Lothal (told he was orphaned), in the Galactic North East on the rim. Has been hitch hiking / working a bit to afford tickets toward... somewhere where there is a hypno-indoctrination deprogramming specialist.

Was going to die for the Empire a week ago, now who am I?

Also, a week ago I thought the Empire was unbeatable. Now I know the armour I was given can't deflect flint arrows.

Short and/or fuzzy aliens remind him of Ewoks. Hates / fearful of / racist against 'em.

AWOL from Storm Trooper corp. Need to avoid getting arrested.
Dutybound?
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