Name: Theret’hosc’oriele “Hosc”
Race: Chiss
Age: Early 20s
There is little record of Hosc as a child, appearing on a space station near the rim of known space at five years old, with his parents. His father and mother worked security for the station as Hosc did his best to get what education he could. As most Chiss, he matured quickly and made sure to do whatever odd jobs he could to earn favor with those that had any sort of skillset that intrigued him. Teachers, guards, bounty hunters that passed through and especially military. If by his own choice or ordered so by his parents is not known. Growing into a young man, he was disciplined, a quick thinker and quickly growing bored of what the stations had to offer.
Asif guessed by his parents, he grabbed whatever creds he had scrounged together over the years and signed up for the first convoy needing guards. Having realized he had a sensitivity to the force, he hid it as best he could. Not wanting to attract attention nor wished to learn from anyone but his own mistakes, and successes. A few dull missions here and there, he kept a low profile. A year or two passed and the young chiss arrived at the space station orbiting Viscara. A hungry mind, this chiss blood in him calling to absorb what he could learn from this new place, and to see what he could make off himself… He stepped off the transport with a uncharacteristic smile, his face quickly faded to the composed mask of a dignified Chiss. A exhale, he had arrived.