Name: Mak'Tur Josu
Skin: Dark blue, Some places purple.
Age: 21
Hair: None
Species: Twii-Lek
Eyes: Crimson
Home planet: Domar XIX
Other: Scars slashed around calf of right leg. Deep gash over a tribe symbol tattoo on left arm.

Bio:
I was only 13. I was in my peaceful home on Domar XIX. My parents, wanted bounty hunters, counting money from a capture. My eyes looked over the swampy quagmire outside my window. The village was quiet, sleeping. My parents laughed, and I looked over. Suddenly, a light burst though my window. A loud sound of a ship filled the village. Rebel men with guns ran though the village, we were under attack. explosions lit the sky, and a sea of white armoured storm troopers fled though the streets. I raced for the door, forgetting my parents, the streets were full of explosions, screams, and bullets. I ducked around obstacles, l jumped out of the way of a hut, falling to the ground. I clambered down a hill and slipped down, sliding 20 feet, to a muddy pit. My feet splashed the water, solders were out of sight, yet I kept running. I tried to scale a rickety old fence, but a pain jolted though my leg. I trashed loose of the fence, cutting the gash in my leg even deeper. I looked up, explosions still flashed though the sky, I realized I left my parents, and vowed I'd find them.

2 Days later...
I woke, under a tree. It was broad daylight. I looked down and my leg, wrapped in my shirt. Dry, brown blood stained the edges. The raid was over. I limped up the hill. My eyes looked over to the village, destroyed. Rebels and Stormtrooper bodies lined the streets. My hut, which was half standing, contained the body of my mother. I sobbed, then burst into tears. I searched the streets for my father, but never found him. I fell to my knees, "Father, if you're alive, i'll find you" I said.

8 years later...
I took the gear I had to my dorm, dressed in a full bodied trooper outfit. "It's THEIR fault they're dead," I said, "I'll help kill every last rebel in the galaxy."