Growing up in a labour camp on Mon Cala during his fry years, Gruungojoorth had big dreams of seeing the galaxy beyond his fish bowl of a planet. He fled his job as a general labourer by sneaking on a freight ship, landing on Cortellia.

Excited to start his new stage in life, Gruungojoorth quickly became disillusioned from the beauty in the world and goodness in others after getting in trouble in the Underworld and barely scraping his way by since.

He worked many years as a scrap metal collector for a subsidiary of the Hutts, fiddling with pieces of droid or ship parts he snuck home, becoming quite skilled.

Nowadays he spends his time doing odd computer jobs for local radio shops and gangs, or hanging around the canteen drinking his sorrows away.

Terminally exhausted and uninterested in doing anything that won't get him another round. Looks out for himself and keeps his head low.