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The Early Years

Phlar Vran was born to parents whom he barely remembers on the planet of Gravlex Med. Shortly after his birth, Phlar was sent off-world with his uncle, Drav M'Thrun, after a raid by pirates had destroyed most of his village and displaced those few who had survived. Drav M'Thrun made his living by buying and selling various goods throughout the galaxy. Drav was able to make an honest living and thus provide a comfortable life for Phlar on the planet of Derra IV, where M'Thrun & Associates set up their home office.

For much of Phlar's childhood he was able to attend the best schools Derra IV had to offer and was tutored by some of the more prominent scholars within the system. Phlar developed an increasing interest in the different species of sentients, both their physiology and culture, throughout the galaxy. This interest was mainly due to the constant presence of his uncle's trade partners and business rivals visiting the estate in which they resided.

Though Phlar's uncle, Drav, schooled him in the art of trade and backwater politics, Phlar saw both skills as a means of survival and not as his passions. The only activities which slightly rivaled his scholarly studies was his love for piloting the small transports his uncle owned and tinkering with the ship electronics. It wasn't long before ships took on the personae of the same alien sentients which he so loved to study and the inner workings of a shuttle could be compared to the physiological make up of a life-form.

Recognizing his nephew's skills in the physical and cultural aspects of the galaxy's inhabitants, Drav made arrangements to send Phlar to the University of Sanbra in order to study under the Sentient Studies Department in understanding that Phlar would bring back what he learned to the family bussiness.

The University

Once Phlar had come of age passage was secured aboard the Corellian Star Shuttle, Noble Wrath. The farewell between his uncle and himself was a bittersweet moment for Phlar because he was leaving the only family he had left and at the same time partaking on the greatest journey he had ever known. Before boarding the Noble Wrath Drav presented Phlar with a copy of The University of Sanbra Guide to Intelligent Life, written by the great sentientologist Tem Aliss. In the many years that followed this worn out book became the center piece for those few things which Phlar held dear.

Upon arriving at the University of Sanbra and until his studies were complete, Phlar committed himself to every piece of scholorly work that could be found relating to the galaxy's sentient population and the many diverging cultures. Though The life of a scholar had consumed him in many aspects of his daily life, Phlar still toyed with his love for ships and piloting by participating in the university's "Space and Piloting Initiative" or SaPI for short.

By the end of his formal educational training Phlar was able to hold proficiencies in Sentientology with a focus in Sentient Physiology and Culture.

Finding a Home

Towards the end of his seventh year and the soon approaching eighth and final year of his studies, Phlar received news from home...

To the Honorable Phlar Vran, My name is Calip Ronad and I served your uncle, Drav M'Thurn loyally for the past five years as his aid and confidant. I write you now to inform you that everything is gone. Your uncle attempted to take over a Hutteese investment holding in order to expand his influence and consolidate his power and reputation within the neighboring systems of Derra. I supplied ample warning that the Hutts were above our scope of experience but your uncle would not relent. We are not sure when or how it happened but almost overnight your uncle was found dead by "natural" causes and M'Thrun & Associates, in its entirety, was dissolved with all of the local and intergalactic assets seized by numerous companies whom dip their fingers into the Hutts cofferes. I am sorry that you must find out this way. It does though give me some pleasure in informing you that I had a hand in your uncle's downfall and have acquired some of the fortune which would have been rightfully yours...with that being said...you are truly alone. Regards, Caliph Ronad

With the arrival of the news of his uncles death the world that Phlar had come to know, collapsed. Because of the lack of educational funding the University of Sanbra administration sought to expell him from the campus. What had once been a place of security and learning was now threatening to throw him out with no where to go. The agreement was made that Phlar would be allowed to finish out the remainder of his yearly studies but would have to leave immediately following unless another financial source could be acquired. These became the darkest months that Phlar had known. The grief for the parents he had never known, the death of an uncle who became a father figure, and the approaching darkness of failure pressed against him...until he finally broke.

It was in a rundown, dirty cantina called The Red Lekku that the