As a young Trandosian Ancalagon was expected to participate in the Hunt. This experience came so natural to him it was soon quite apparent that his skills, nay his destiny lay in this pursuit. He was large as a juvenile and found it easy to bully the others of similar age to the extent that he soon became bored of such petty pleasures. Having meet soft skin visitors from off world it was obvious that he could make a solid living hunting and killing them for credits. In his young mind the galaxy was ripe for the picking and soon many trophies would dangle from his honor belt. He quickly armed himself and bartered passage with a young Rodian pilot named Grakus. It felt as if he had escaped a trap that most of his kind never do. Only the weak and cowardly stay on their home world. It was quite clear to him that he would need to "work" until his reputation garnered him the more lucrative contracts of his chosen profession. Off world was expensive and his meager savings where soon gone. Luckily the Pilot had need of what he called "muscle" and the credits started to flow smoothly in. It was amazing to young Ancla that these other races actually paid for violence murder and mayhem when left on his own devices he would most likely find such entertainment on his own. It wasn't long before he was well on his way to gearing himself with the tools of the trade and of course earning renown as well as quite a few new scars. Only his justified ego would limit his Saga in this galaxy and time would tell if songs would be sung about his Hunt.

The hunt is all. Only when his is feared and respected through out the galaxy will he even consider stopping his relentless onslaught.

Leaving his home world at such a young age he left his siblings unprotected and feels responsible for their care. He often sends credits back to ease their lifestyle and temper his own guilt for leaving them behind.

Large even for a Trandosian he stand 6'6" with a Burly build that puts most races to shame. With no hair and piercing yellow eyes he is truly out of most others nightmares. Wearing various pieces of metal and leather Armor not to mention the gruesome trophy belt and native charms plus trinkets he appears to be almost primitive by galactic standards. Heavily armed with a Vibro Axe and heavy repeating blaster brings the viewer a better understanding of a mix of stone age shamanism and cutting edge technology. Prone to standing still for long periods of time with no movement many find him disconcerting to say the least.