[The Outsider] - [Yesterday's Hero]
Grandogs was born to one of the nomadic raiding clans in the northern reaches of Jixun. He grew up knowing only the raiding lifestyle - ride in, plunder the settlement or outpost, take everything useful, and run before a larger force could come in to stop them. He started participating in these raids when he was only sixteen and quickly took to the work.

He became known in the Braskeda clan for his sheer ferocity in close combat, his ability to withstand most hardships and physical trauma, and his decent navigational abilities. He often took to standing at the forefront of the clan's repurposed land skiffs, his voice the loudest among the raider's battle hymns.

By the age of 24 he had participated in dozens of settlement raids and the Braskeda clan had either destroyed or absorbed the majority of the nomadic clans in the north of Jixun. Having proved himself in battle, he was chosen to lead an expedition southward, to see if the Braskeda's influence could be expanded. He led a successful campaign southward for a few months, but little did he know there were greater things in motion beyond the little scrap of rock he had spent his life on.

Failure was bound to come sooner or later; as motivated and talented as he and his crew were, they were mainly used to fighting forces that largely were equal or lesser in size, skill, and equipment. That failure came crashing down on his head when they tried to raid an Imperial outpost. At first the Braskeda seemed to be winning handily, catching the operators off-guard with both the raid itself and bringing the fight into close quarters, which they weren't prepared for.

The tide quickly turned when Stormtrooper reinforcements were brought in. Faced with a foe that was better equipped, better trained, and vastly outnumbered them, the Braskeda was cut off from retreat when their skiffs were destroyed. Grandogs led a last charge with his men, all determined to die with honor and glory, and his crew was eliminated almost entirely. Only Grandogs himself survived through a combination of sheer stubbornness and luck that the Stormtroopers had orders to take the leader alive for questioning, to determine if this was a Rebel attack and if so what other information they could get from him.

It was while he was being transported that the Jixun Syndicate hit the convoy to free some of their own men and claim better equipment. Though wounded and disoriented, Grandogs managed to fight his way through the wreckage and again was only saved from a death on the battlefield by the quick shooting of Varlo Finnal, who recognized a good recruit when he saw one. Feeling he failed his kin, the former raider now works for the Syndicate under Varlo as an enforcer.

Honor in Battle: It is the belief of many of the northern nomadic tribes that valor is the only factor in determining the worth of a man and how long his name should echo through eternity. Grandogs is no different and seeks to face and defeat powerful enemies - not necessarily kill, as that can create more problems than it solves, but beat them nonetheless.

Varlo Finnal (Dutybound/Obligation 10)
Varlo saved Grandogs' life, gave him a new clan to fight for in the Syndicate and chances to regain his honor and glory. He does someday want to return to the Braskeda with tales and plunder worthy of remembrance, but until then he feels honorbound to serve the gunslinger.

The Empire (Bounty/Obligation 5)
While Grandogs is not a priority, the Empire still believes him a Rebel and would pay a small but tidy sum to get their hands on him. Luckily, the Syndicate currently thinks his skills are a bigger asset to them than a few hundred credits.

Grandogs is a Zabrak of average height, but his body is pretty thick with muscle from many years spent helping out around his nomadic clan and fighting. His skin is as dark as obsidian, contrasting the ivory of the horns crowning his head that mark him as a Zabrak. He has many scars from many battles; a knife wound here, an improvised blade there, even the rare odd blaster shot that hit a non-lethal spot. Additionally, he sports several tattoos along his arms, chest, and back; most are blue designs but some are colorful animals designed to evoke their best qualities.

Like most Zabrak he has no hair, and he prefers to wear clothing made of tough animal hides as his clan always has. He usually has a thick olive drab scarf with a few stripes of Braskeda colors near the end wound about his neck and lower face to hide his identity - a tactic which probably shouldn't work, but one alien is the same as any other to the Empire most days.