I was just a wee lad when it happened. I was out punching trees an ma family were at home whilst me maither was makin porridge. As I was punchin up a tree real good a lassie passed me and I will never forget her face…well actually I cannae remember her face but she had golden locks of hair and a smile that could melt a samwich. I just ignored her as I was pretty busy punchin a tree but that was the biggest mistake I eva made. When I got home that day, I found that someone had broken ma chair, broken ma bed and eaten ma porridge….oh and ma family were all dead. As i wept very manly tears made of pure testosterone I saw her leaving ma house and from the right side of her mouth drizzled a wee bit of porridge. It was her. The goldilocks lassie who stole ma porridge…oh and killed ma family. I growled laik a rancor and swore revenge on the human thief. But before I could complete ma monologue, she smiled again, lit a match and set ma house on fire. Unfortunately we lived in a tree so there was a lot to burn. I jumped to the ground like a hero and ran so fast that I must have been going like faster than a podracer. With each step I could feel ma bumhair burnin and the fire was just behind me bottom. I found a puddle and jumped in right away. Everything burned, ma family, ma home, ma forest and….ma porridge. One day I will find that lassie and make her pay for eatin ma porrdge…oh and killin ma family and burnin ma whole village. Soon some stormtroopers came to put the fire out. But I guess the smell of roastin ewok was just so good that they decided to eat me. Unfortunately for them, I had just lost ma porridge and I was an angry wee lad. I accidentally killed 20 stormtroopers with ma bare hands. Whoops. Pretty soon I turned to drink and became a raging alcoholic. Each time I drank, I became somebady else an a monster emerged. It became apparent when nobody would sell me a dram of firewater that I had to leave endor to someplace where they are more accepting of ma personality. Unfortunately I cannae fly an I kept killin everybody I met. Livin on ma own I became a predator and started hunting everything that entered the forest. The Empire called me the “Teddy bear of Och noo”, The Dulok called me “fluffy death” and the Yuzzum called me “a really troubled young lad”. Now since I was a bairn, I had heard stories of the Giant ewok that lived in the darkest part of the forest and since I was bored n drinking more than I shood ave…I went to find it. After 3 months serchin, I found a cave and from within emerged the biggest hairiest ewok I had ever seen. Absolutely magnificent. He growled a growl that was almost as manly as ma own. An being a wee bit jealous and a wee bit petty i tried to murder him. But he didn’t go down as easy as I the others. He lifted his hand from a distance and I started to choke. He smiled and I immediately liked him. When I awoke I dinnae know why but he offered to train me and make me stronger and less murdery. Seeing he was obviously the stronger being an possibly even wiser than maself I was more than happy to learn from this hermit master. His name was Grrowlfrach and he was a wookie warrior hermit with abilities I couldnae understand but he made really good porridge and he became ma only friend. Though he didnae look a day over 350 he was reaching over 400 years of age and as he lay on his deathbed he made me one final and rather long request. “don’t waste your life here on endor killing random people” he said “Your better off killing specific people, especially the ones that deserve it. Be a good guy, make some friends and use your strength for good and if you ever find a nice lady, marry her! Go to Batuu and find a Blutopian called Bran-Deez Jabooty, he will help you.” Then his hairy mass just disappeared before ma very eyes and all that was left was his grey cloak and his wood n bone knuckle sock, he also had another shiny tubular thing he wore on his belt but it looked too techonological so threw it away. I took the knuckle sock and went to the nearest port. Some guy in black with breethin problems stopped me an asked me "where is your master" but he was really stupid lookin an i didnt like his tone so i punched him between the legs and kept on going. I stowed away on the first ship I could to go who knows where to do who knows what. This was a good plan. I just hope I can remember all ma friend taught me and that I become a mighty and very manly beastie. I no longer think of maself as an ewok. From now on Im a well mannered warrior wookie.

Trying to be a better person. Searching for purpose. Wants to do good. Has no idea how. maybe Jabooty has an idea?

Struggles between the past that haunts him and the future that he is uncertain of.

An explorer in search of meaning and understanding.

Obligation- addiction & Betrayal
26-50

26 years old
2ft high, Fluffy, Cute, Big black eyes and very huggable looking.
Language: Ewokese, Shrywook, Galactic basic and can snarl like a monster.
Very overconfident, thinks he can do things that he cant.
Loves Hugs
Has a severe drinking problem. Keep away from cantinas. If intoxicated he becomes unpredictable.
Cannot tolerate spicy food. Will stink out the place with toxic stench causing strain and damage to other players/Npcs that breath in the fumes.
Very sensitive to comments about his height.
very sensitive to orphans and people that are denied food or drink.
Gets traumatized and has PTSD by fire.
Immediately prejudice of girls with blonde hair.
Panics in water, doesn't drown but is scared of swimming.
Likes big females, especially wookies.
Loves stormtrooper, slow-cooked and crispy.