MITULORAK'RASC HUVORIAN (KRASC)

Sex: Male
Race: Chiss
Homeworld:
Appearance: 5’9, 175lbs, skin color: blue
Eyes: red, Hair: White
Faction: Exchange
Level: 2 (Smuggler)
 
History:
 They say the worst thing that can happen to a Chiss is banishment.  For  MituloraK’rasc Huvorian, root name Krasch, it may have been a blessing in disguise.  Once a minor manager of a minor firm owned by a minor noble family, Krasch was bored: bored with his work, bored with his life.  It had taken three bottles of Rellian Rum, one minor disagreement over who would escort the secretary to a social engagement, and one major blow which broke the jaw of the man he was in disagreement with to get him a one way ticket to parts of the galaxy unknown.
 Krasch found himself alone in the world, literally.  They had dropped him off on a habitable, but barren moon at the edge of Chiss space, where he would have spent the rest of his days, had it not been for the smuggling operation that was using it as a base.  Krasch was able to negotiate passage off of the moon in exchange for employment in the smuggling operation.
 Krasch currently works out of Yag’dhul.