Name: Unknown, Found documents referring to him as patient number F1X3R whilst looking into his parents death. Calls himself Fix. Backstory: Fix never had a home. He barely even has a past. All he can remember is that his parents were assassins for some Hutt. He has vague memories of moving from planet to planet as a child, constantly on the run from authorities. Memories pushed back by the pain of losing his parents...

::Flashback:: His parents were, as usual, on the move, for they had Just stolen confidential information about an opposing crime organization. During their infiltration, they were confronted by the crime lord's brother, who unfortunately ended up meeting his maker that day. The crime lord was furious, and a KOS was Issued for the entire family, friends, even acquaintances.
As they ran, darting through the cover of a crowded city-center, enemies fired recklessly into the mass of people, hoping to strike one of the assassins. At their pace, they basically dragged Fix behind them. That's when it happened.
A bounty hunter had hopped on a passing by craft, and gained ground on them. As his parents broke free of the crowd, Fix's mother let out a sharp gasp. A strange disc, fired from the bounty hunter, had sank deep into her shoulder muscle. All Fix can remember is looking up, hearing a *beep* and then a flash of light.
Fix awoke to an itching all over his body. He couldn't seem to scratch it. As he opened his eyes, he found his right arm secured to the bed in an effort to not let it move. His left... there was no longer a left. It seems the blast had destroyed his left arm beyond repair.
Fix has no Idea if his parents survived. Surely, with the damage the explosion did to his arm, his mother could not have survived. He never saw his father again. As the years past, he slowly forgot his parents names, even their appearance. Afraid his parents' murderers would be after him as well, he ran from the hospital as soon as he was healed and never looked back.
Growing up on his own had many struggles, especially for a one-armed child. Fix eventually found himself in some wasteland, miles from the nearest city. Out here, he had to fend for himself. In the wasteland, there were myriads of destroyed starships. Apparently, a huge battle just outside the atmosphere took place. Ships crashed down, scattered all over the wastelands. The largest, a Lucrehulk-class Droid Control Ship, acted as a lawless city in the center of the wasteland. This ship, over 3km long had thousands upon thousands of hallways, rooms, and storage sectors, and equally many inhabitants.
Fix became a scavenger to get by. He learned skills In computers and mechanics. He eventually scavenged a working droid arm, and build himself a cybernetic arm. It was not Just an arm though. He incorporated a portable scanner Into it as well. This allowed him to find electronic signatures for future finds, and track living things around him In order to escape becoming prey for something, or even someone. After building the arm, he found he enjoyed the process and used this skill to make a living.
Part of the Gank culture is accepting, and even craving cybernetics, thus Fix decided to enhance himself further. To better deal with the devious merchants and traders around the wasteland, Fix decided to give one of his eyes an upgrade as well. He found a doctor willing to help him out, and replaced his God-given eye with one that was capable of scanning objects and cross reference a database of prices for the said object This gives him an upper hand in negotiating and maximizing his credit revenue.
Now, In his late 20's (he thinks), Fix has traveled beyond the wastelands and makes a living salvaging, modding, and tinkering with objects he finds. He literally turns junk into treasure. He also has learned to fly planetary craft to move goods around. Especially to return to the wasteland, where he had a dedicated buyer.
He's a bit of a loaner, but Is rather friendly. Unlike most murderous Gank, assassins like his parents, he finds companionship pleasing. Fix does not like killing, prefers to subdue and escape.

Innovation - Waste not, Want Not
Growing up alone in the wastelands has given Fix a desire to scavenge evertything. his view is "one person's trash, is another's treasure"

Innovation - Modification
Fix grew up tinkering with things out of necessity, but eventually this became a hobby and skill. Fix loves moddifying anything and everything to be better than it was previously.

10 - Campaign Obligation
10 - Fix has always grown up tinkering to survive. Eventually, this became an obsession. He feels he MUST adventure to find new things, to make new things. He receives a sense of importance with his creations.

Physical Description:
Average height and slender physique.
Left arm is cybernetic he fashioned from droid parts. Serves as a portable scanner.
Right eye is an appraisers eye. In Gank fashion, he wears a mask. Instead of intimidating, it is a yellow smiley face.