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| - It takes a lot for a female Togorian to leave the sedentary life on their home world behind. That's exactly what happened, though. A raid from a neighboring village left her own a smoldering wreck. Family slaughtered and cubs taken, there wasn't a reason to stay. She lost her eye in the fighting and was assumed dead. With the seeds of bitterness planted in her heart, she made her way to the nearest starport, the journey simply distilling the pain into anger, and the bitterness into a poison. Signing on with a tramp freighter to help shift cargo, she got her start star-hopping. Freighter to freighter, always silent and brooding, and usually put to the unpleasant tasks. Herding the slaves, moving the cargo, fending off pirates. Money was made and tucked away, and a loan taken out. A license acquired along with a ship and a force cage and she began the journey towards total independence. Part of the holds in the turtle-like Ghtroc-720 was converted to hold slaves, and a force cage installed - using the Bounty Hunting license as reason enough. Bounties, slaving, illegal cargo... She did it all, nurturing that seed of hate and holding it close. No relationships, no love. Physical relations on occasion - even those in the throes of rage can find room for passion on occasion. Nothing that ever lasted more than a romp. maybe two. Not wanting to allow herself the chance to be so deeply wounded again. Years passed this way, and the bounty of a life time came down the pipes. Rumors of Han solo being sought by a Hutt, rumors of how large the figure attached to him was... So she started tracking the elusive man in that damnably fast Falcon. Always one step behind, always getting there as he was leaving - unaware of Bobba's role in things or the plot behind the all the swift location changes. She was there in time to watch the man and his companions being loaded onto the Mandalorian's ship. One of her few failures in her career of crime and violence. The weight of failure gnaws at her pride, and the bitterness is compounded by it. She's a gruff and foul tempered beast - not one to brook any kind of insult, no matter the source, taking pride in her high completion rate for assignments taken.
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