Fa’Nard Rellor, or "Nardo" was born in the industrial slums of Corellia, a world where the Empire's shadow loomed large over every aspect of life. The towering spires of the wealthy cast long, oppressive shadows over the streets where he grew up—a constant reminder of the systemic injustice that kept people like him in the dirt. Orphaned at a young age after his parents were killed in a gang war sparked by Imperial greed, Fa’Nard learned early on that the galaxy was a cruel place, ruled by those with power and an iron fist.

As a Chadra-Fan, Fa’Nard’s natural affinity for mechanics quickly became his lifeline. He spent his childhood salvaging scraps and fixing whatever broken machinery he could find. But simply fixing things wasn’t enough to survive in Corellia’s underworld. Fa’Nard had to be smart and ruthless, turning to scams and black-market deals to keep himself afloat. He became known as a brilliant mechanic who could make ships run faster, hit harder, and evade Imperial sensors—skills that made him valuable, but also put him on the Empire’s radar.

His hatred for the Empire was born out of years of witnessing their brutality and corruption firsthand. He saw how they exploited his people, turning them into tools for their war machine, and how they crushed anyone who dared to resist. Every piece of Imperial tech he dismantled was a small act of rebellion, and every ship he modified to outmaneuver their patrols was a step toward his ultimate goal: vengeance.

Fa’Nard's chance came when he joined a crew of smugglers looking to hit the Empire where it hurt. They needed a mechanic who could outthink the Empire’s engineers, and Fa’Nard fit the bill. For a while, things were good. He relished every chance to sabotage the Empire, knowing that each stolen shipment and each escape was a blow against those who had taken everything from him. But his ambition led him to a scheme that was too big, too dangerous: a plan to steal and sell highly restricted Imperial technology.

The operation failed disastrously. The Empire, with all its resources, tracked them down and launched a devastating raid. Fa’Nard barely escaped the slaughter, his crew wiped out and everything they had built seized. As a survivor, Fa’Nard quickly found his way into the embraces of the DK.

Now, Fa’Nard is on the run, a wanted fugitive with a bounty on his head. His hatred for the Empire has only grown, fueling his desire for revenge. He dreams of the day when he can strike back at those who have wronged him, crushing the Empire in combat.

Deep down, Fa’Nard also harbors a quieter dream—a life where he’s no longer hunted, where he can finally build a small, tranquil repair shop in some forgotten corner of the galaxy. A place where he can tinker in peace, free from the Empire’s reach. Until that day comes, Fa’Nard will keep fighting, using his skills and his rage to dismantle the Empire piece by piece, one ship at a time.

10 Duty- Combat victory

Fa’Nard’s hatred for the Empire is deeply personal, born from years of being hunted and betrayed. He takes grim satisfaction in getting up clos making each kill a calculated act of vengeance. His goal is to see the fear in their eyes as they realize the lowly mechanic they chased is the one dismantling them piece by piece. For the crew.

Fa’Nard is a small, wiry Chadra-Fan, standing around 1 meter tall. His dark brown and gray fur is matted with grease and oil from years of work. His large, bat-like ears, highly sensitive to sound, constantly twitch, making him easily triggered by loud noises. Sharp yellow eyes reflect both his intelligence and simmering anger, darting around with suspicion.

He wears faded, military-grade coveralls, stained with oil and patched in places. A heavy blaster pistol hangs from his belt, ready for trouble. His small, calloused hands are nimble, perfect for intricate mechanical work, with a toolkit strapped to his back. Fa’Nard moves with cautious energy, his posture slightly hunched, yet there’s a fierce determination in his eyes that warns against underestimating him.