The splotchy green Duros commonly is walking around in a nomad greatcoat and wide brimmed hat. Rarely seen with-out his briefcase (containing a custom concealed SKZ sporting rifle) he tries to give an air of a dangerous rogue instead of letting those know how truly beyond most moral codes he is.
His family was wiped out in a purge on a Xixian worker camp by storm troopers. Finding himself alone in the under city he scrambled to get by, slowly learning his trade – death. While favouring his rifle he has learned to use many weapons on his path of vengeance.
Knowing that his might not be the last, he ferments rebellion by showing the weakness of the mighty Empire and the strength of the common people.