Varpo was the least promising of his Youngling class. He wasn't strong with the force, he wasn't wise, or patient, or smart, and definitely not brave. When the clone troopers came, he escaped by grabbing a Jedi mop and pretending to be janitorial staff. Clone troopers had no idea Jedi were capable of such great levels of cowardice, and didn't doubt the story for even a second. It wasn't until he was to safety that he realized he still had his training saber, having never been trusted with a real one.

Now an adult, Varpo has always been on the run, changing identities and not making connections. Varpo wouldn't consider for one second that even if the Empire knew he exists, he's barely force sensitive, and inquisitors probably wouldn't care about him.

Varpo discovered that smugglers will allow him free passage and a small wage in exchange for providing medical treatment. He now plies his trade, always looking over his shoulder, and thinking one stitch at a time.

Varpo wants to stay off the Empire's radar. The best week for Varpo are a couple bacta patches on a burn, a simple no complication operation, on a backwater outer rim planet.

BOUNTY / DEBT

Varpo hasn't attracted the attention of inquisitors yet, but the Doctor's Licensing Boards sure have. Following a trail of botched surgeries and post-operative infections, they're far closer to him than Varpo thinks.

He has a debt to pay, not just for those he failed to heal, but also years of unpaid licensing fees.

Varpo has everything Elom ladies love. Wide hammerhead eyes, long serrated fangs, matted clumpy fur, and abnormally large nostril coverings. If you can't see him, it's probably because he's dug himself an underground burrow.