Hello, my name is hakuna_matata
I grew up against the backdrop of a major military conflict that affected much of my childhood world. I became accustomed to a short food supply, living in occupied territory, and moving from place to place. Several of the people I knew in my childhood were lost in the war, including members of my family.
The sound and fury of gunfire is as potent a weapon as the pellets and bullets my weapon discharges. I live for the reflexive wince that others make when they jump at the sound of a firearm, and laugh heartily at the amazement I inspire in others with my cacophonous black-powder weapons.
Everyone needs to earn a living, and in my youth I was fast, strong, or tough enough to fight for pay. There are good causes and bad causes, but at the end of the day, it all comes down to money. Sometimes I got easy jobs, like guarding merchant caravans; other times the jobs are rough, like fighting in a rebel lord's private army against the Galactic Empire.
I became close with someone, bound to serve, be it a minor lord or lady, master (in the case of a slave), prince or princess, king or queen. Though this person held power over me, she held me closer than a subject or servant. As a result, I am used to dealing with and being close to power, and my name is known among the ranks of the privileged in the Wookie Tribe.
