It's not as though I hated my race, I just feel as though I couldn't see eye to eye with them. Jakshal Mur, my grandfather, was the one who had taught me how to be an Ithorian Warrior. He showed me how to be one who utilized swords and our powerful bellow. I had finished my trials and was inaugurated as a protector for Ithorian Shamans. I was decent at my job, not nearly the best but decent. However one day a beast I came upon had mutilated the Shaman I was protecting, near to death. So of course I killed the beast, and thought nothing of it, but the Shamans called me out for 'disrupting the law of the forest'. I knew what would happen next after the shamans will was known. So the way of the warrior was the only thing I took from my people. Afterwards I then turned my back to them and left not just my friends, but my family. They called me a traitor to my kind. I didn't know where to go. I just knew that I wanted to get as far from my race and nature as possible. After Two months of running, I found Ansig Station. Little to none Ithorians, check, a space station with few terrariums, check. And a place full of renegades, perfect for someone like me!

Wanderlust: Muurt Mur wants to explore the galaxy and hardly likes to stay in one place for long. He is motivated by the sheer idea of exploring unexplored planets and new sensations from foreign substances.

Bounty For 2,500cr on Ithor
Combat Victory: The Muurt Mur is driven to show that Ansig Station can hold its own against enemy forces in any
troop vs. troop engagement. He wants to engage enemy military at their best, whenever possible and provide more
victories for Ansig to tout to the galaxy as proof it can ultimately win the war. This means daring raids, excellent
tactics, and acquiring the best firepower possible. (Mercenary Work)
Mark of the Survivor: 0
Downtime: 0
Duty: 0

7.4' ft tall
Brown Skin
Glossy Black Eyes
Yellow Stripe on Neck
Has Forearm Blade and Whip
Smells of Rotted Animal For "Camouflage"