I grew up in a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Once I saw a dude get caught in a door and burned alive… so It wasn’t all bad. Good punk bands too. Being the little shit that I was, I decided to join up with a gang and make some credits (to finish Modal Nodes half-sleeve),bunch of morose motherfuckers if you ask me but fuck they liked to drink. It was alright at first. And let me tell you, a Cragmoloid will fuck some bitches up what hard! After one of our crew sold us out to Jabba, I decided it was time to grow the fuck up. Meh. Maybe I was just a kid. Maybe some jobs just go South.
Now I just freelance and keep to myself mostly, not a lot of good work these days so I’m trying to make my way to Nal Hutta. If you’ve got a job and some credits give me a call. If you’re in my way I’ll skin you alive… or I may take you out for a Tatooine Sunburn if you’re cute and I’m having a good day.
Likes: long walks on the dunes, Wookie fashion pelts, Figrin D’an and the Modal Nodes
Dislikes: Trandoshans, banthas, hunters who can’t keep it professional