A former slave to the Hutt syndicates of Nal Hutta, I passed the time trying my best to amuse myself and the other slaves by joking around, singing, and removing as much tension as possible. One day a Jedi knight passing through on assignment decided to free many of the slaves within my camp, myself included.

Freedom: Though not a Wookie I feel as though I owe a life debt to the Jedi and I'll never be able to rest soundly until I know that I've done what I can to save as many of them as I can from the treacherous fates awaiting them.

Favor-15. Many cycles ago I was rescued and liberated from slavery by a Jedi Knight on Nal Hutta. As the purge took place I heard tale of many a Jedi slayed and I find myself indebted to the order of mystics and must help any I come across in my journey.

Burly, brawny, and boisterous. I'm tall, over two meters and built like Gundark. Orangeish red skin and a beautiful pair of chops on my cheeks that creep up to meet my bushy mustache. All four of my arms are strong and muscles defined, despite this I sling around quite the gut, no doubt a gift from the many a' barrels of Stewjonian ale I've aquainted myself over the years.