


NAME: KALAK THE RAYKKAN
HOMEWORLD: RAYKKA
SPECIES: RAYKKAN
AGE: YOUNG
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 1.95M
SKIN: MOLD GRASS
EYES: ORANGE
FORCE SENSITIVE: NO
EMPLOYER: THE MAKESH CARTEL [x] [x]
JOB: OVERSEER














“Learn while you can, little Kalak. Outside there are many monsters and they will eat you alive… if you don't eat them first.”
Kalak took that lesson to heart and vowed that he would never get eaten by the mindless beasts that surrounded them all, circling for them to make a mistake and slip into a fall. He worked hard, studied, graduated and landed his first job at MalCo Depot, one of the primary shipping concerns sponsored by the Makesh Cartel and its Board of Directors.
Early on young Kalak displayed cunning, hunger and a certain sense of creativity. The first two would have gotten him far, but the third one?
That got him fired.
He thought that the smart idea would win, that it would get him far and that it would land him in an executive chair in no apparent time. Kalak thought wrong, because he forgot the second lesson every Raykkan is taught: never. trust. anyone. Especially not another Raykkan, especially not if it's family.
But Kalak was a quick study and vowed to never make the same mistake again.
Once more into the brink, but this time he applied for a different kind of job. A job revolving around food, beverages, meat and bones, organs delicious and marrow extraordinaire. He knew how hungry the Raykkans were for new brands, new experiences, new everything and Kalak would deliver.
Let the people eat.
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