Tearl was court martialled from the Corelian Army for ungentlemanly conduct.

He drifted for a few more years after that, picking up a few bad habits on the way, but as tinkering with engines and gear went, he was one of the best. Over the years he's worked in the shaddiest of places, including smuggling and weapons dealing, but mainly for others… that kind of life is hard, and he'd been looking for a softer carreer path… Then two years later, he'd gotten a job with the University of Agamar's Xenoarchaeology Department.

Now, as we know, Tearl's first passion is technology. No, that's not true, it's the female form, but his primary professional passion is technology, and his second (much to his surprise) ended up being Galactic History… When he joined the Corelian Army it was to leave his parents unhappy home. The army had been too restraining and narrow minded, he needed a challenge. One of the professors at the univeristy realised this and encouraged Tearl to apply his talents towards Archeological research.

That was 18 'long krifing years ago,' as he'd put it.

Since then Tearl has made a new reputation for himself as the best Xenoarchelogist around, and was on his way to join another dig on some remote backwater planet that he'd never even heard of. The convoy was well on its way there when he received a missive from the university telling him to turn around and prepare for an expedition on Ossus.

'I need caf...' the expert thought tiredly as he read the message to return to the university… The team he was heading out with had to drop him off on some under developped rock so that he could make his own arrangements back towards Agamar. He'd need to make travel arrangements from there… He scanned the area for the nearest markings of civilization.  'They'd krifing better have caf on this rock,' he thought. Grabbing his things, he hiked towards the village.



Physical Description:

Dr. Tearl Grynd is a thin, shady looking human with wild wisps of brown oily hair falling over his eyes. If he was groomed and cleaned up, he could pass for a Coruscanti noble, until he opens his big trap that is. That's when his thick accent comes out and leaves no doubt about his lower-class origins, but only the ladies know about his "Made on Corellia" tattoo.