Jumbaix Gisch Kentord was born over 2 centuries ago, and for much of their "early" life acted as most hutts do, drowning in hedonism and excess and vices galore until a calamity shook their young mind to its core. At around 82 years of age, Jumbaix had left the well guard safety of their soul parent's (Rasto Kungaz Kentord) palace to go on a pleasure cruise through the stars with four of their relatives, two siblings of their parent (Waxa and Nuurrba ), A grandparent (Zorgubargg Affrard Kentord) and the slightly younger child of Waxa. Disaster struck the debauchery as they left a tropical planet to head towards the next star, brigs filled with finery, narcotics, and freshly traded slaves.

it was then a very well armed and bold group of pirates struck to take hostage the five heavily intoxicated hutts to ransom, and sell their prodigious cargo, having crippled their vessel's engines before boarding

Jumbaix had the misfortune of not being caught in the middle of some act of copulation, gluttony, gambling, torturing, or some other foulness as their relatives had been. And so, unlike them, when they were found in their quarters, they were not easily subdued or distracted by some worldly pleasure. Nor did they have any guards to protect them from the pirates as their relatives had( Having sent them away to collect for them their second dinner that hour) , so they would try and then fail to escape and surrender.

No, all Jumbaix had between them, and a dozen well armed pirates, was a large keg of juma juice, a holobook about the rise of the Hutt empire and cartels and a blaring Jizz recording . To say the young hutt panicked would be an understatement. Faced with what seemed an assassination as their parent had warned for decades, they first screamed and then lashed out as the pirates, who had become quiet certain in their prey's defenselessness approached the lounging hutt, not seeing the Wild crazed look in their huge eyes.

It took but one swing of the hutt's tail to shatter the ribs of two of the pirates, a back handed swing to turn the skull of another into something resembling pudding, and the ones that did not back away after three of their own were rendered dead in the first horrified thrashings of the hutt were then crushed under Jumbaix's bulk as they rushed for the exit of their quarters, gurgling a mixture of crying and screaming as they accidentally demolished their would be attackers. The cacophony of noises only attracted more pirate's to the poor slug's escape route, and the lack of response from their fresh corpses drew more attention to the Younglings panicked rampage at anything trying to slow them down

When the distress signal was answered by teams hired by patient members of the kentord clan who had hoped that they'd receive some inheritance if they waited a few cycles after the ransom had been relayed to them, they did not find the corpses of perhaps two hutts and malnourished husks of the three elder Kentord clanmates, but rather, four hutts living lavishly, with some grisly trophies laid before them. And though they seemed no worse for the ware, they all seemed wary to enter the area of the ship where Jumbaix kept their quarters, and spoke of them like they had passed.

For in a way, they had, gone was the strapping, properly lazy and pampered hutt learning the tools, tricks and cheats of the trade, and in their place was now a quiet, stern personality more befitting a hardened mercenary or jedi.

the rescuers realized this, and reported back to rasto that their darling child had suffered some kind of trauma or injury to the brain that might take a century or more to heal. For they did not feast with their relatives, or partake in the various deviances they partook in and offered to their "saviors", and now slept alone in a quiet bedroom.

Returning home, Jumbaix was kept under close watch as they "recovered", their many relatives whispering and gossiping of what crippling injury they had suffered and how they should be...given mercy. Jumbaix remained silent for sometime, sheltered in their room and surrounded by guards, refusing most of the food given to them. At night strange sounds would echo from their quarters. But despite Rasto paying and threatening many renown physicians, nothing wrong could be found with the young hutt.

And so they continued for some years, before, during another party celebrating their birth, as various younger relatives began to loudly wonder if Rasto had not simply euthanized their damaged progeny, and before Rasto could react violently to such claims, did Jumbaix make their first public appearance since the "incident".

The hutt instantly became something of a black shaak of the clan, for the sudden appearance of the supposed center of attention and star guest to their own party marked the public knowledge of the change they had under gone in silence.

Jumbaix was not reserved, respectful, or dignified, though they had not been before the incident, however they ignored the lavish feast and offerings of flesh and pleasure around them to rush to to their relatives and greet them with a manic energy and joy. Far more emotional and loving than other hutts, for the rest of the party, all of Clan Kentord listened to what had once been one of their hopefully future leaders rant and rave about oddities and strange obsessions, showing off their seemingly starved form as a medal of pride. the party lasted a week less than it was planned to, as many of the family left annoyed as Jumbaix continued babbling of theories and studies done by far flung scientists, eating food that had been given to slaves while refusing the rich delicacies the rest of their kin devoured happily.

And so they became known as the craziest of the clan, and as the decades past, soon even Rasto realized that Jumbaix had not suffered a brain injury that would heal over time, but rather had gone "mad" and seemed to wish to live as a barbarian. The clan tried to cover up their participation in death matches, arena fights and get aways to savage worlds, younger clanmates were raised on stories of how Jumbaix would starve themselves and then move at a wild pace for hours before ordering their guards to savage them with clubs and fists. Elderly relatives were confused by their insistence to eat half portions and of the most bland food, while flexing their arms and patting their sheer stomach with the joy of a mother . Pouchlings were told to avoid them whenever possible, and most who had them stay with them soon realized they would speak for hours of their brutal self torturing life style.

But, those who did not avoid the manic hutt quickly found out, that whatever trauma had shaped the once Model hutt, had not turned them dangerous or deranged, just...odd. In fact, if anything, their long self reflection and training combined with their near death experience had made them incredibly loyal to anyone who shared their name and blood, and even had them love every member of the clan, seemingly forgetting how most of them would put a blaster to their back to gain anything they owned.
But even the most greedy of their relatives stopped plotting and planning to steal from Jumbaix, as they passed any luxury they were given to whatever relative was closest to them whenever they were gifted or forced to spend on anything lavish.
the combination of this loyalty and generosity, and their skill gained in their various forms of training and combat, led to the black shaak of Kentord becoming something of prized commodity.
For if one had them under their roof during a forced visit or trade deal or something of the like, and gave them a chance to, they would pound any enemy or thorn in the side into bantha fodder, or guard even the weakest pouchling from harm if their parent(s) spoke of fear of them being harmed in anyway. It became common knowledge in the clan, that while Jumbaix was crazy and "stupid" he was a loyal member who would do anything for family, and not many thugs had the gall to stand against a grown and fit hutt, and those who did soon ended up dead.

However a few lower Kentord's realized that asking them to kill family would end up with the requester receiving a nasty smack to the face.

currently Jumbaix lives like a beggar in their own palace, kept afloat only by clan profits and "generosity" (favors paid for their unique talents) as they refuses to enter criminal enterprises or any sort of business for long before wandering off into some dangerous locale or wild for years at a time, or leaving to battle in fighting pits the second their strength becomes unnecessary to the business at hand. Rasto still worries for them, especially as more and more relatives try to bring the self starving and punishing hutt on their ventures and vacations as added muscle, and every time they enter the death matches or squeeze the life out of some nerf herder as they spend another night in the slums. they still hope that their darling will one day come to their senses and stop ranting and showing off their "withered" form and talking of surpassing nature's cruel restraints.

Above all: There is nothing Jumbaix adores more than the glances of envy and awe their finely tuned and crafted body draw and inspire. This hutt desires to hone their natural strength and endurance into the realm of divine, to sit above all other sentients as nature and physicality perfect and improved beyond what lesser beings could hope to achieve. Thus, they constantly challenge any who would think themselves equal or better than them, and also themselves, seeking out the most hostile environments and dangers to wrought their body in their flames.

Whether these "crucibles" be arenas of death matches, periods of fasting, Saunas and refrigeration units that would kill lesser beings, or simply grueling exercise or injuries inflicted by hired hands or custom made droids.
Everything Jumbaix does is done to improve their body and push it to limits no Hutt has ever surpassed.
And when they achieve this, they shall look down upon their fattened kin and laugh, living free of the chains that had once bound it.

Family 15: Jumbaix may be the black Shaak of the Kentord Clan, but they are still family, and Jumbaix would die for any one of them. An oddity among Hutts, really

Obsession (Perfect form)15: This slug has a strange pride and all consuming interest in perfecting their own muscularity and honing their form into a masterpiece akin to a carver's own art. as such they spend a lot of time admiring themselves, exercising and pushing their body to its limits. They even do something unheard of among hutts, dieting and eating healthy. Any insults to their body is a sure fire way for the speaker to end up a mangled mess of blood and innards smeared on the floor

Like all Hutts Jumbaix's slug like body is massive in both length and girth. Unlike other hutts their weight comes not from stored fat and blubber, but rather honed muscles, that have rendered their frame somewhat "Slim" among hutts, though most other races would be hard pressed to see their apparent "trim" figure. However, their toned muscularity is noticeable, even under what fat and blubber they have been unable to excise from their carefully crafted build.

Beneath slime and mucus, their hide is a dark kelp, with texture like dried leather from their many excursions beneath blistering suns and sweltering heat. Their underside and chest varying from light cream to tanned leather brown.

Their reptile eyes are a mix of orange and yellow and are usually squinted in thought, their face stuck in a grimace until they have the chance to show off themselves.

In terms of personality, they are very unhutt like, being very active and detesting sitting still or doing nothing. All hedonistic tendencies have been redirected to their desire for bodily perfection, leaving them to appear utterly chaste , but this is not true, the Hutt has an admiration and "interest" in other bodies as honed as their own, as well as a strange respect for those who manage to near their own physicality.
Jumbaix however looks down on all others, especially those who do not strive to better or improve themselves, which means most of the hutt race outside of their clan is only shown scorn and an apathetic disgust. They delight in being able to break the bodies of lesser beings, or shatter objects that most could not and generally showing off their prodigious strength.

Unlike most hutts, they do not hide away from danger or let their men deal with threats, but rather faces them head on and crushes them to pulp, and even has something of a bloodlust and eagerness to challenge and conquer other beings.

They only eat healthy food, with minimal flavoring or decoration, and only enough to build more muscle, only eating as much as other hutts while they're bulking up for a particularly harsh regimen.

They do not identify as one gender strongly, though appear masculine due to their Mandalorian life style and their athleticism and brusqueness