Growing up in Ord Mantell, my mom [Emba], a wonderful mom she is, was a show girl. And my dad, lets just say he was the "going-for-a-pack-of-smokes-and-never-coming-back" kindda guy. We never really had enough, which was why i early on learnt to steal my own grubb. Never the popular guy in school, did get beat up once in a while, but "hey shit happens" - it taught me to always get up again and move faster.
My old lady died a while back, she was a good mom, atleast she tried - killed by her drunk "hands-on" boyfriend... well the damn duster is currently sleeping it of in the concrete somewhere - again "hey shit happens".

No to be honest i was fortunate, my uncle John Hanston, he was an engeneer you know, and while he never really succeeded in getting me fixed on school he did teach me good. Everything about assembling and disassembling everything from guns, vehicles and droids. He was a good duster, still is, however he can't know about the shit i am doing... no that would be bad, seriously.

> Well, basically i live for the next rush, and or high, which ever may come first. I might not be the best one with tha ladies, however when they saw me gliding up in that XX-7000, my charms wasn't a problem - so living a life of extravagance, cheap whores and expensive champagne - and drugt.... well it doesn't sound that bad.

The only way I'll ever get to that point, is if i steal and mod speeders and other vehicles, and sell them again, so thats what i do - but "hey shit happens" i am good at it.

Oh yeah, and lookie here, theres really only a handful of people you can trust - everybody dissapoints in time - but droids, they're programable you know what i mean - if they dissapoint you, you programmed it wrong, it is that easy - and seriously a goldplated blaster wielding bodyguard droid wearing a fur coat and with the newest mods - whats not to dream about.

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> I stole an expensive model XX-7000 Carbon speeder from some rich ass Gand and sold it for quick cash - my regret is, that i sold it way to cheaply - and that the owner wants me dead.
> I actually used the money from the speeder to by booser blue and deathsticks, well honestly, i might have an unhealthy addiction to that shit, but hey what is better that sipping booster blue from the ass of a 20 credit whore... a 30 credit whore maybe but "hey shit happens".

Around 1,8meter 80kilo duster, with a cheeky smile and a tanned shaven head.
The regular blue eyes, lip scars from taking a beating or three.