When the Galactic Empire came to odds with the Mandalorians, my grandfather ran off to war, and my grandmother fled with my mother to the edge of the galaxy. Concealing their heritage, they integrated into a small human colony in the deserts of Yorga on Oogway, where my grandmother evetually passed away. My mother married an ex-soldier whom she came to trust with her past, and then I was born.

When I grew old enough, I learned of my heritage and was taught what little tradition my mother could remember, while my father trained me into a halfway-decent soldier. As I grew, I wished to test myself and branch out, so I joined a peace-keeping militia and got my first bit of real experience on the front lines, while discovering a pation for medicine in my duty as a medic. After an incident that put me with odds with the militia, I left in a hurry to wander Oogway and find a new place to belong.

I want to leave my past behind me and find a new place to put my skills as both a soldier and a medic to good use.

Betrayal (10): In the past, I let an allied soldier die in battle despite my ability to aid him because of our hostile personal relationship. My allies suspected my deliberate negligence, so I fled the battlefield to avoid accusation.

Slightly above average height, and of a sturdy (if somewhat lanky) build. Tanned, freckled skin with some small scarring scattered across the arms, neck, and torso. Medium length dark brown hair lies unkempt, held out of the way of dark brown eyes with a headband. Slightly bushy eyebrows sit slightly furrowed above a long nose. Though nearly always covered by a tan gaiter mask, harshly shaven facial hair grows between a squared jaw, pointed cheekbones, and a flat, jutting chin.