Thenk used to be an ordinary Jawa, if a little too excited. Among his sandcrawler family, he grew up around the phrase "Thenk never Thinks" due to his impetuous and rash decision making. Many-a-deal was lost due to Thenk suddenly bursting out of the crawler to push his newest gadget in a client's face, glee in his eyes and naivety in his heart. In truth, Thenk just loved machines. He loved toying with parts, sticking them together with whatever he could find, and just seeing what happened to it.

One night, when the crawler was camped and his family was sprawled within it, Thenk ventured into a nearby junk pile. It was there that he found what would become his greatest treasure. A functional DX-X Heavy Blaster Rifle. It was so huge that Thenk at first didn't even know it was a blaster. With a slight accidental flick of his finger, he inadvertently fired it--straight into that Jawa that always snored in the crawler. At first, Thenk felt remorse. It was a new toy and Thenk immediately checked if firing had damaged the gun at all. But no, it remained perfect. So very perfect. So very.. his.

As much of an adrenaline junky Thenk is, he is still wholly a Jawa. As is part of his nature, he feels a strong calling to those he considers family. Thenk struggles to balance his explosive and unpredictable nature with his need to be loved and cared about by those he holds close. Though Thenk will likely always remain as temperamental as he was when he started his life of explosions and heavy blaster fire, he hopes to find a place he can call home with people he has come to love.

(And maybe not shoot them this time)

Adrenaline Rush (Magnitude +10)

Thenk "conceals" his blaster under his robe. However, since the gun is bigger than he is, it appears as if Thenk has a massive hump on his back due to the rifle. Thenk never acknowledges the extremely obvious bulge on his back.