Sar was born to a very average life, with both parents working in government locally on Mygeeto. He used to enjoy playing outside with others, his favorite games being anything related to combat or war themed, but if friends weren't available he would simply hike, hide, and stalk animals in the cold, seeing how close he could get to them before spooking his prey off.

Educated, he was on track to enter the same likely lower level, yet successful career path as his parents but the closer he got to this goal, the more boredom set in, and then dread. Dread at the thought of doing nothing more than haggling with others, trying to convince people of his viewpoint to maintain a position of power, as all politicians do - even the well meaning ones.

No, Sar yearned for something more. He took time off from his final schooling, and went out on his yearly hunt in the nearby forests, away from the city. The thrill of it all rushed back to him, locating prey, tracking, watching, waiting....and then killing. This was the life he wanted, not that of a dull bureaucrat. If he were to become successful, it had to be something that gave that thrill, each and every time.

So Sar began to hang out around seedier establishments in the downtown areas, and it did not take long for someone to find him. Conversation flowed over drinks and he naively questioned a bit too obviously to those he met with, assuming they would know something. He was either laughed at or assumed to be a fool. He took his talents to the holonet, delving into dark corners that were left unrestricted or hadn't been locked down by those who were in charge just yet.

He met with a contact after taking a deep breath over a glowing screen, prompting a job to dispatch an 'undesirable' sort. The meeting was a ruse. A ruse intended as a formation of a partnership. Ven'ba was, he later discovered, a formerly unsuccessful bounty hunter and was looking for someone to partner up with. Being new to all of this, he knew no better and accepted. The relationship was a success for a couple of years, targeting, tracking, and taking down multiple low level targets, until he was betrayed (see Obligation box for further).

Sar's primary motivation is expertise.

He sees this job as more than just a thrill. He sees it as an opportunity to take vengeance on his former ally but more than that, he wants to be good. No not good, he wants to be great. He wants to have his name heard and feared by this underworld because that is the greatest thrill of all - to only have your name uttered and ears perk up, and the only way for this to happen to to be a real pro at this craft where so many wannabes exist.

Blackmail.

Sar once had a partner in his bounty hunting career, a surprisingly common tactic in this grim world of murder for hire - not everyone is born a Fett. Sar's partner was a female by the name of Ven'ba - who knows if that was even her real name? They ran a handful of missions together successfully until he returned on their last mission with the bounty of credits stolen; his account empty along with any belongings he held dear to himself and worse, she copied the logs he kept secret - or so he assumed. Logs that detailed targets, locations, and kills...along with names of those who hired them. Her note was short and sweet: should Sar breathe a word or consider retaliation, the logs would be leaked, thus exposing the dirty names of those employing bounty hunters. It didn't take Sar long to piece it together. He makes any perceived move toward Ven'ba, and his life would be less than a klekket long.