Uncharacteristically tall and slim for his species, a 7 foot tall, dark brown Harch stands out among his species. Trained from a young age as a soldier for the Seperatists army, Jektt was eager to test his new skills in the field of battle. Unfortunately, he never got the opportunity as the Republic quickly crushed the opposition and formed an Empire all their own. Instead of sticking around to suffer for war crimes he didn't commit, Jektt defected and fled to the outer rims, now working as a field-medic for hire.

Jektt shares his species' propensity for violence and combat, eager to take dangerous jobs and missions if only for the promise of good pay and a good fight.

Standing well and above most peers, Jektt assumed a slouched posture when comfortable. He lost his venomous fangs in a mission, running into an angry Wookie hellbent on "pulling bugs apart". Thankfully, he acquired a top-line blackmarket prosthetic, with synthetic toxin glands, needles and dart launcher. He may come off as unnerving and deceptive, but the people who run with him cannot deny his skill and precision, and the wise know he's the reason they came back able to tell that to others.