I was a street rat on Coruscant who did odd jobs and the occasional gig to survive. I eventually saved up enough money to buy my way off-world, and eventually a ship. I lost my right arm to a Jedi who lost his cool one day while I was guarding a Senator he had been sent to interrogate, and as a result I have despised the Jedi ever since. When the War broke out I chose to aid the Confederacy of Independent Systems, for a price of course.

I want to earn enough money that I can leave my life of crime behind.
I'm not afraid to kill people to get the job done.

I owe a debt to a small time crime boss.

A light green male Mirialan with bright purple eyes. I have medium-length, messy hair that is dark brown. On my forehead is an upside down triangle tattoo with boxes that go down the bridge of my nose. My left arm has been replaced at the elbow with a brass-colored prosthetic thanks to a lightsaber.