Born on Dowut, he had an unusual desire for exploration, quite in opposition to most of his culture. He is not certain where this came from, but he always seem to have a connection to the world around him much more than his kin. Frequently he would get glimpses of events moments before they would happen, he would find that when he concentrated he could amplify his strength and reflexes beyond what is possible. Having this connection, which became a calling to leave Dowut, he found a passing corporate mining ship he joined their crew. He was quickly designated ‘the muscle’ for their group. Over several years of employment he was trained in multiple types of armor and weapons. Due to his size and ability to overpower his foes he often ended up being up close to his enemies. And as a surprise to most he was often unnaturally fast as he was strong. He could cold-cock you faster than you could blink and hit harder than a tree trunk. By age 60 he had become a brutal enforcer for the corporation. However he was never satisfied and he always felt the call of the galaxy to do more, to more onward.

During one transport run they came upon a group enslaved Wookies. After a discussion with them and some studying their culture, he staged a rebellion that helped free them all. Finding that he enjoyed freeing those oppressed by others he started a many decades path, moving from world to world, at times settling down for months or years, but always seemed to end up in the role of working as a warrior for the oppressed.

After many years of traveling the Galaxy he spent the last 15 years living on the planet of Lasan, home of the Lasat, finding that their size size and code of honor matched closer to his own. When the Empire finally came to Lasan he became entangled in their battle of resistance, then survival, and finally to evacuation. Working in a team of advanced solders he met a diminutive Chadra-Fan called “Pocket”. With the combination of Pocket’s brains and sniping skills, combined with the size and carrying capacity of the Dowutin, they became a potent fighting team. The Chadra-Fan fashioned a drop-down rope ladder, and a small platform-box on his upper back. From there he would take sniper shots as the large Dowutin moved them forward on the battle field. As it became clear that Lasan was going to be overrun, the two of them and several survivors were able to escape as the Empire overtook the planet.

Now he lives on Ansig Station looking for the next plan for his life.

Freedom: The enslavement of species is antithetical to his core beliefs.

Honor: He will side with the oppressed, defend the weak. Preferring hand to hand combat he often simply has to show up to stop most confrontations, but has had to leave several systems because their way of life or laws were unjust. This means he despises forced slavery, but indentured servitude is considered normal. He doesn’t take on every cause, but often will work to relieve oppression where he can. Typically he dose it more systematically or tactically than jumping in on every vagrant that is being bullied by the town security force. 


Weakness: Violence. His genetic propensity and training from youth is for violence. He tries to contain his wrath to the enemy, but at times takes his actions to far.

Morality: 71: Chooses to find release for the burdened, freedom for the enslaved.

Obligation: 10: Dutybound: The Hired Gun was once saved from certain death by the Chadra-Fan “Pocket" and he knows that debt is due. This focuses the Duty-bound Obligation on protecting and aiding Pocket for life.

Personal Duty: CR0 Amount:0
Whills Refugee:
The PC epitomizes the military mantra of "no one left behind," dragging wounded comrades to safety and striving to get everyone home. This PC puts the lives of fellow soldiers personnel over everything, at times even including the mission. As he learns more about the Force (something he has not be trained in) he will work to understand it and the implications for himself and the galaxy.

Male 150 yo Dowutin, is massive in size and build. He stands at nearly 9 feet tall, with a reach of over 12 feet, and is as difficult to move as a mountain. He wears a mis-mash of clothes and armor that have been re-sized to fit him, as well as an assortment of leather bindings, bracers and gloves.

Personality:
Brash, abrupt and accidentally sardonic he seems to step on everyone socially as much as he might physically. Often doesn't get the social nuances of society; tells it like it is, but is not a bully. Standing strong for what he knows is right as much as he avoids purposeful domination of others. However when he does have a conflict over what he knows to be right he will aways recommend a physical contest of wills to decide who is right. “Might makes right”, but when he loses he doesn't hold a grudge, it just isn’t the way of Dowutin.