The Gand: Background
Name: Gand
Race: Gand
Sex: Male
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 177 lbs
Age: 21
Eyes: Black, Compound
Hair: N/A
Skin: Greenish Brown
Motivation: Family/Clan Honor
Career: Bounty Hunter
Specializations: Survivalist
The Gand
First Letter Home: Motivation
Dear Younger Brother Gand,
You are probably wondering why I left Gand for the galaxy at large. As I am sure you know, our clans unwillingness to track down slaves has always limited our contacts and influence. Our ancestors were, for the most part, content to be considered second rate by the other clans despite the fact that our findsmen were easily as good as theirs. There were always plenty of contacts to go around, however, so the clan was never in financial despair. Then the imperials came. With them they brought the newest in sensor and prison technology. Contracts quickly dried up and all but the most prestigious findsmen clans had to find new ways to support themselves. When I left it had been two years since we had received a single contact. I decided that the only way to save our traditions and honor was to prove to the galaxy that our clans techniques and abilities are second to none.
I have much more to tell you and will right again soon.
May the Mist Guide You,
Older Brother Gand
Second Letter Home: Oath
Dear Younger Brother Gand,
This Gand's family has some interesting quirks that make it unique. As a shaman, this Gand is responsible for holding them up. First, Honor the Mist. There are certain obligations and rituals this Gand must uphold, including carrying a pendant of The Mist when off planet. The Mist permeates the entire galaxy, but is strongest and thickest on Gand. Second, All Gand Belong to the Mist. This Gand's Clan does not support slavery and does not take slavery contracts. Third, Compassion Shows Mastery. Even when a contract allows the killing of the target, this clan prefers to take them alive. The successful execution of the task is more difficult, but shows greater mastery of the hunt.
When I write next time, I will tell you about my first misstep in the wider galaxy.
May the Mist Guide You,
Older Brother Gand
Third Letter Home: Debt
Dear Younger Brother Gand,
When this Gand was getting started, this Gand needed some credits to buy equipment and get further than the orbital space station around Gand. While on the space station, this Gand met a businessman Gand that was willing to lend this Gand some credits to get things going. I managed to get the equipment and get off world but soon discovered the unfavorable conditions of the loan. The Gand businessman was really a Gand loan shark. Now this Gand is stuck paying off a loan for far more than the credits received.
Not this Gand's best moment, but things improve in the future.
May the Mist Guide You,
Older Brother Gand