Background
EARLY BACKGROUND
Kloo never fit in with his people. He was born to a Pa'lowick family in the "Little Lowick" neighborhood of Nar Shaddaa. Named after the kloo horn — an ubiquitous jizz instrument — his parents had high hopes that Kloo would become a successful singer/songwriter (as all good Pa'lowick parents hope for their children).
Unfortunately for Kloo, he is totally tone deaf. What's worse is that the Lowickese language is strikingly musical, with varying pitches and tonality modifying the emotional content of the spoken message. (Note: Lowickese requires the speaker to purse their lips and blow air; it's considered highly amusing by other species.) This causes Kloo significant communication issues with his family and the wider Pa'lowick ex-pat enclave on Nar Shaddaa, as he continuously misses social cues and miscommunicates his own emotions. Eventually, he finds himself ostracized from his community.
Kloo would have been lost, if not for latching on to his true passion: the culinary arts.
RECENT BACKGROUND
Kloo signed on to the crew of the Romodi Renaissance as the ship's chef. He secretly plans to jump ship once the passenger ship reaches the frontier.
Motivation
MOTIVATION: Discovery
Kloo's grandfather Ro Tz'aak was a galactically renowned Master Chef, known for two things: (1) his award-winning dish of roast doydo puttanesto, the recipe for which has been passed down from generation to generation in his family since, and (2) being socially inept in Pa'lowick society. In fact, that's why the Tz'aak clan had left Lowick for Nar Shaddaa half a century ago. Just like Kloo, Grandpa Ro never quite got along with the other Pa'lowicks.
But Grandpa Ro's success as a chef brought great pride to his family so his social shortcomings were overlooked. Kloo desperately wants the same acceptance from his family and so he has set out to follow in his grandfather's footsteps and become a Master Chef in his own right.
And that heirloom recipe would be the perfect vehicle to achieve success! But there's a catch — the doydo, a species of particularly delectable lizard present on Lowick, has been hunted to extinction. Despite spending countless hours in the kitchen trying to find a substitute meat source that passably replicates his grandfather's recipe, taste testing nearly every potential gastronomically option known to the wider galaxy, and despite dedicating incredible resources on food synthesizers and technological solutions, Kloo has yet to find a suitable replacement.
So now Kloo wanders the galaxy in search of new flora and fauna just waiting to be discovered, each new taste a potential fix for his defunct family recipe. He wants nothing more than to find a suitable substitute and prove himself deserving of his family's love by triumphing in the top galactic chef circuits. Let someone else in his family sing the song of his victory, for he'll be too busy cooking!
Obligations
OBLIGATION: Obsession - 10
Oftentimes, Kloo takes his culinary pursuits a bit too far — to the point of obsession. He doggedly pursues his drive to hunt/gather, cook and eat nearly every non-sapient living creature he encounters. If he smells something particularly tasty, it might occupy his thoughts to the detriment of his well being or any objective he should be pursuing.
To pursue this practice, Kloo is known to drag both a field kitchen and a portable hunter's dressing kit with him whenever he's on a frontier world. These bulky additions to his kit require significant care.
Description
Kloo is a rotund male Pa'lowick standing at a squat 1.66 meters. His pale yellow skin is mottled with vibrant blotches of indigo and a handful of black inked tattoos. A prominent, tubular prehensile snout juts out between his eye stalks. This proboscis is tipped with a pair of blue human-like lips. Below this is his second mouth, from which often enough dangles a rekka cigarra tightly rolled in rashallo leaves.
When on duty in the ship's mess hall, he wears a chef's hat and pristine white chef coat. Short, striped trousers contribute to his professional appearance.
When planetside, he wears a thick black apron — embroidered with the words "KISS THE COOK" — over his round belly. His apron is cinched tight by a bandolier strapped over his shoulder and containing small vials of various salts, ingredients and food spices. Atop these he wears a leather tracker's utility vest, .
His eyestalks are covered by plasteel goggle-like eyecaps, which are attached to — and peek out through — his brown, wide-brimmed leather hat. The eyecap lenses glow a faint electronic green. Kloo has taken some branches and cuttings of local plantlife and stuffed them in the band of his hat as a rudimentary form of camouflage.
Whether out in the wilderness or on the ship, Kloo isn't commonly seen clad in footwear. The tough soles of his anisodactylic feet (with three toes pointing forward and one back) are accustomed to most conditions, while the toe configuration assists with swimming and balance.
A large backpack carries a vast, bulky collection of hunting gear and culinary equipment — in fact, you can see the handle of a durite frying pan and the power pack of an oversized vibro-bladed chef's knife sticking out. In his hands is his trusty slugthrower scattergun.
QUOTES:
“I know we’re in the middle of something important here... but what is that alluring smell?”
"Mmm. Don't you look like a tasty morsel! Now, come to Kloo, you'll go in my stew..."
"I'd kill for a sous who knows his shebs from a hole in the ground. No really, who do I need ta kill?"