Hoceth is a disgruntled Bothan Scientist who has fallen far from his previous academic heights, now reduced to working as a clandestine chemist synthesizing specialized spice compounds for various criminal organizations operating throughout the local underworld. His expertise in chemical engineering and molecular synthesis, once applied to groundbreaking research, is now utilized in dimly-lit makeshift laboratories producing controlled substances for an ever-growing network of unsavory clients.

Operating anonymously in the Grand Way as the Chemist, I maintain a profitable side enterprise distributing premium-grade spice products in strategically limited quantities to select local criminal elements. The substantial proceeds from these expertly made supply are funneled to support numerous small-scale resistance movements and anarchist cells scattered throughout the city's shadowy underbelly, all united in their determined opposition to Sith dominance.

"Call me Hoce, are you here for the drugs or the explosives?"

I used to be a respected scientist at an advanced facility in the South, but now I'm a bitter chemist working in the shadows. My scientific mind hasn't changed - I still analyze everything with careful calculation. But instead of using these skills to help people, I now use them make dangerous substances and fun my livelihood in the Grandway. It's ironic that my medical knowledge now causes harm instead of healing. I keep people away with harsh words and criticism, measuring my all aspects of my life like I measure scientific formulas. My chemical expertise has become both my gift and my curse in this new life.

Criminal (15): Ties to spice trade and underground resistance
Betrayal (10): Former academic colleagues who might recognize him
Obsession (5): I have to make the best product, it’s my pride as an expert chemist.

Standing tall and lanky for a Bothan, my grey-tinged fur has grown unkempt and matted, a far cry from its once-pristine academic grooming. My traditional Bothan features are marked by deep-set, tired eyes, while specialized goggles rest perpetually on my forehead. Years of working over makeshift lab equipment have left me with a permanent stoop, though my hands remain remarkably steady. I wear a worn leather duster over a utility suit filled with hidden pockets, complemented by sturdy boots and a utility belt laden with chemical sampling equipment. The ensemble serves both practical and tactical purposes - perfect for concealing my trade tools and the occasional holdout blaster.