There isn’t much Poz can remember about his parents. He was just a boy when they took him, but the memories he had with them were pleasant ones and never seemed to mesh well with everything since then. Poz new his home planet was Mirialan and that it wasn’t very hospitable, they were hungry a lot and depended on the Trade Federation to sell them supplies. Some point before his fifth birthday the Trade Federation realized that they had the Mirialan’s by the tail and started gauging them. The only option that his people had was to either pay the prices the Trade Federation asked or to go to smugglers. His people had chosen the latter. At first it seemed to be working, food and supplies were coming in and he remembered his family being happy, but then one bad year left them short on credits and when the smugglers came to collect they were unable to pay.

Regretfully these smugglers worked for the Black Sun and soon a group of mercenaries were at their doorstep. The memories are still foggy for Poz but he new they had grabbed a bunch of women and children asking for whatever payment they had before they started killing innocents. Of course his people had nothing and when the town elder tried to explain that to the mercenaries he was quickly shot on the spot.

Eventually a strange looking man in black robes showed up and looked over the children. Taking interest in a few of them he collected them into the ship and told the town their debt was forgiven. Poz was one of the children taken. His parents gave him a hug and sent him on his way wishing him a good fate. That was something he remembered most about his brief childhood, Fate. His people felt a strong connection to it and insisted it would lead them in times of trouble, just like when he was trapped on the Black Sun ship. So when the opportunity presented itself Poz slipped into an escape pod and hit the eject button, right before the ship made a hyperspace jump. By the time they realized he was gone he had already drifted to the planet below.

Life after that wasn’t easy, the planet he had landed on was Eriadu, and it was anything but friendly. Most of the people there didn’t even believe in fate. He had to find a way to get buy and he quickly found an affinity to pod racing. He managed to somehow scavenge enough parts to build himself an acceptable pod and after being sponsored by a local parts dealer he managed to win himself a few races after only nearly dying a couple of times. Regretfully it couldn’t last forever and he eventually grew to big to race the pods. The sponsor had taken most of his money but he had managed to put enough away to get a speeder. No one suspected the old pod racer was one of the runners in the under city, but it was a job and it got him food. Poz constantly lived in fear that one day the man in the black robes would come back for him, but he trusted in Fate and waited for what was next.

Faith: Goodness in People: Poz believes in the inherent goodness in people. He believes that together , the majority of different beings in the galaxy can interact to create an all encompassing civilization that is greater than the sum of its parts.

Compassion/Hatred & Pride/Arrogance

A tall young boy with Mirialan tattoos on his face and short dark hair. He is rather muscular but still growing into his body as he is just beginning to reach adulthood. He has a shy demeanor about him and is kind to those he meets.