An age ago, Mettabou was the youngest, most prestigious bearsloth hunter of clan Glas. The young Sathari was often praised for his skillful acquisition of their highly revered venom, and the silvery tongue he lead many a trade with all throughout the treetop villages he once called home. The same home he would find razed and raided by the empire's troops under suspicions of so called 'rebellion bases' hidden among the reclusive people of Arbooine.

Though he had never wished to commit the greatest taboo of Sathatri culture, several sleepless nights of hearing those closest to him vanish and further pressure from the imperial occupation pushed Mettabou past the point of no return, and without so much as a word to whoever of his kin had not been detained or enslaved, he would stow away on a trade vessel and leave his home behind-- Driven by a desperate scheme to commit the greatest deal he would ever conceive.

By now, Mettabou lurks the systems as a rogue trader of legally dubious wares, looking to line his pockets by whatever means necessary in the face of the empire's total control.
Even if some means end up making more risks for him than he is equipped to handle.

He owes a good many denizens of Nar Shaddaa various favors and debts for the sketchy materials he peddles and any extra credits he can loan off, chief among them being a rival smuggler once tasked with enacting a hit on Mettabou for his constant meddling in the underworld's affairs. Thanks to some quick thinking and honestly pathetic desperation, Mettabou was able to work out an unsteady alliance with the hired gun so long as he aids them in whatever morally dubious dirty work they need done, and the occasional, (often unfairly adjusted) cut of the earnings he's attempting to stockpile.

His reckless greed stems from a deep desire to ensure the safety of his family back home, leaving him racked with guilt from abandoning them with little explanation, but hopeful that all of his risks will one day pay off.
They have to.
It can't all have been for nothing.

Greed, Former Nemesis, Family

Debt, Favor
Conflict: 15

A two meter tall Sathari sporting a brilliant crimson plumage with highlights that fade into a dark teal. He commonly wears a bulky looking gray vest decorated with an assortment of pins, and a single pauldron of armor similar to others of his kind. His lower half concealed by black, baggy cargo pants for whatever amenities he cannot fit in the backpack he hauls around.

The simple tee under his vest seems to have a picture of Max Rebo on it.