I grew up middle class on Coruscant within the Bothan community. My father, Graf Gothalo, was quickly rising in status and wealth through a string of successful small businesses. He was able to put me through some of the best schools on Coruscant, where I was one of very few non-humans. After school I landed a fairly lucrative position at CoruMed, where I was helping to secure supplies of various chemicals used to manufacture medicine. There I met Reemo Baak, a senior trade consultant, who took me under his wing. Under him, I learned the trade and became very proficient at it. Unfortunately, it was clear that there was no room for me to grow at CoruMed any further. My suspicion is that it had something to do with not being human. Reemo encouraged me to strike out on my own. Shortly after our discussion, I had a loan from the Galactic Imperial Bank and was on my way to the Outer Rim.

Ambition - Status: I dream of running a full scale intergalactic trade company. Everyone will know how I overcame the odds on the outer rim.

Non-Human Rights:
Part of my wanting to leave the core worlds was to escape some of their xenophobic culture, perpetuated by the Empire. I had heard stories about how anyone could make it in the outer rim with the right skill set. I want to keep the outer rim that way.

Former Nemesis:
During my humble beginnings in the outer rim, I seemed to always be competing with a Zabrak named Cy Mohlau. We seemed to always be pitching similar schemes. I started paying more attention to what she was doing, and when I realized she was getting slightly better deals I reached out to team up. We quickly found out how similar we are and formed a tight friendship, watching each other's backs.

Debt to Galactic Imperial Bank:
I took on a loan from the Galactic Imperial Bank to make it out into the outer rim to start my trading enterprise.

Favor to Cy Mohlau / Partner in Crime:
I have a hard time refusing a request from Cy based on our history:
“Remember that one time I spotted those fake batteries that shady Rodian was trying to sell you?”
“Remember that one time I let you hide in my locker when that group of Bith wanted to bash your head in?”

Family obligation to Graf Gothalo / Father:
I try to keep my father from knowing my somewhat squalid conditions on the Rim. I want to set out and create a business he would be proud of. If I am wanted as a criminal by the Empire, this could hurt my father’s position with the Coruscant elite. I will try to keep my identity hidden if relations sour with the Empire out on the Rim.

Favor to Reemo Baak / Supervisor & Mentor at CoruMed:
I had agreed to help connect him with new supply channels during my travels in exchange for his advice and guidance. In his old age and upper position at CoruMed, he cannot make it outside of Coruscant very often. We make regular correspondence privately through [Star Wars equivalent of email?]. As far as I know, CoruMed does not know about our deal.

Stocky and burly for a Bothan. Coming into middle age. Sharp green eyes.