Boh'Washakka had no memories of his home planet of Kashyyyk. He never wore the red robes of Life Day, a treasured Wookiee holiday. Washakka's mother, Larrwook, lived in Kachirho on the Wawaatt archipelago. In preparation for an upcoming Life Day, Larrwook had joined a group of friends to collect Orga root in the nearby forest. A large lone Wyyyschokk spider beyond the Shadowlands took the group by surprise. The giant spider had cornered Larrwook's friend, and in desperation she extended her claws to kill the Wyyyschokk spider in combat. This act, unfortunately, violated the Wookiee code of honor never to use Wookiee claws in combat. The Chief Council of Kachirho considered the case of self-defense but decided that strict adherence to the honor code was necessary. The council reluctantly deemed Larrwook a "Madclaw" and sentenced her to permanent exile. Kachirho's Chief Council, however, spared this "Madclaw" from exile to Kashyyyk's terrifying Shadowlands and allowed Larwook to bring her infant son Boh'Washakka with her off-world.

Although he spoke Shyriiwook, Washakka grew up with little knowledge of Wookiee culture and customs because his mother simply refused to speak of her home planet. Mother Madclaw had found employment in the Hutt-sponsored fighting pits of Nar Shaddaa and created the reputation as the "Madclaw Wookiee of Nar Shaddaa." On the sidelines and in the practice rooms, Washakka learned hand-to-hand combat from an ever rotating group of brawlers and melee combatants hoping to gain favor with the famous Mother Madclaw.

Washakka did not realize that his mother had created such a name for herself that the Hutts ensured behind the scenes that their Madclaw Wookiee would not lose. One lie begat another and another. And Mother Madclaw followed the script. Until Garposso the Hutt decided to rewrite the show. A young, flamboyant Gamorrean entered the pit as an underdog against Mother Madclaw. Yet, the Gamorrean seemed to defy gravity as he jumped into air spinning for 3.5 rotations while twirling his Arg'garok battle axe around his body yet managing to land gracefully on his feet. The fight had barely begun when in the briefest moment the green swine decapitated the raging Wookiee with a one-handed ballerina swing of his axe. Nar Shaddaa had found a new pit fighting hero: Bootch Baraba.

Growing up around the fighting pits, Mother Madclaw's death did not come to Washakka as a surprise but rather as an inevitable outcome. Sad, yes, but not a surprise. He rubbed the bald spots on his head where she affectionately and aggressively licked her son to the point that his hair follicles refused to grow. After her death, Washakka shaved daily his upper lip, forehead and large swaths of the sides of his head and cheeks in memory of Mother Madclaw.

Through Nar Shaddaa's underworld, Washakka met a desperate, depressed human named Wyn Lyn Pok reeking of booze. "Let me help you help me," Pok began the conversation. "I need some muscle. And the Hutts want this showboating boar dead. They say he's gone off script." Washakka released a low guttural growl demonstrating his interest. "Yes, yes, I know this pig milker killed your mother." Pok confirmed. "And I'm told you have been slinging blades on the cheap." Washakka growled animately. "Don't worry friend. My rewards are better than cash. And I've got a plan."

Wyn Lyn Pok had gathered intel that Bootch Baraba would celebrate his latest unscripted victory at the Bantha Basement Saloon with a private room full of Twi'lek sex workers. Washakka walked into the Bantha Basement Saloon and looked at the Bith bartender. The bartender knew and motioned with a head nod to Bootch Baraba's door. Washakka entered the private room. Music blared. The Twi'leks' bodies covered where Bootch supposedly laid. He found Bootch's Arg'garok battle axe resting next the entry doorway. Almost too convenient... as if it had been placed there for him. Nevertheless, it was hard to see through the tits and tendrils if Bootch was actually there.

The showboating snout peaked up as the Twi'leks’ bodies disappeared. They too seem to be in the know. But not Bootch Baraba. He snorted in disbelief. Where had his Twi'leks gone? The last thing he saw was his own battle axe falling upon him with all of the rage of a wounded Wookiee. The pit fighting pig's show had come to a gruesome end.

The next day a drunken Wyn Lyn Pok congratulated Washakka on his hit job. "No, no, no... you keep the axe. That's my payment. And here... take these nass buckles... I mean these nass bruckles... Hold on... these brass knuckles." Washakka accepted. "We good Shakka?" He growled a low affirmative growl but with a caveat. "I am a marauder at heart. I don't want your bounty hunting money" Washakka intoned through snarls and growls. He knew the Hutts had paid Pok three fortunes worth for Bootch Baraba's snout. "Just remember when you betray the Hutts," Washakka growled, "I lay claim on their skin."

Washakka and Wyn Lyn Pok embraced. "Now, did I ever tell you about how I use to be Jedi, but that I'm not anymore?" Washakka roared in laughter. This drunken bounty hunter was full of shit. But he seemed to deliver.

Many years later, Pok found Washakka in a backstreet cantina in the Outerrim. "What's shaking my Shakka! Good to see you!" Wyn Lyn intimated in a sincere tone. "Hey, I remember I made you that promise about a skinned Hutt. Well, the time has come. It turns out that those slug fuckers have turned against each other and Garposso the Hutt is on the loosing end of this deal. We've got it all planned out, but we just need a hatchet. That's you my friend!" Pok pointed. "You follow through and the skin is all yours. Shit, you can take the entrails too if you want... I just can't pay you this time." Washakka gleefully howled: "I'm all in!"

A week later, Washakka found himself waiting in a dark docking bay. His prey was scheduled to land at any moment. The ship followed standard landing procedures. The plank opened and Garposso the Hutt's minions carried their boss to the floor on his dais. Garposso proudly draped rancor hide around the back of his neck like a grandmother's mink stole and adoringly chimed "poopoo bah doo!” Suddenly, dread struck Garposso in the pit of his stomach. His minions released their grip on his dais and ran away from Garposso for the exits of the docking bay. His minions “Where are you cowards going!" Garposso bellowed. A Wookiee emerged from the shadows with an axe in hand. Washakka gently removed the Rancor skin shawl from the Hutt's neck folds and then licked the Garposso across his cheek. Garposso shuttered in fear and his eyes looked around desperately. Then it took Washakka three to four good cleaves to finally pop off the Hutt's head before he skinned the giant slug. Wyn Lyn Pok came through again. Washakka had a Rancor hide and his Hutt skin.

Betrayal

10 xp

2.3 meters tall
250 years old

Looks unusual for a Wookiee because he shaves forehead, each side of the cranium, both cheeks and upper lip. His eyebrow hairs are grown out (black) for intimidation. Stylizes top patch on head hair (brown) with weaves of Rancor skin (for flair and ferocity). From jaw to skin, Washakka brushes locks of blonde hair (dyed) and tied together with Hutt skin at the base.
Shampoos and conditions regularly. No dandruff.