Lygo stands just under six foot tall, with the slight crouch associated with his kind. He was bred from a clutch of eggs to work on terraforming projects within the Roche asteroid field. He and the other hatchlings were selectively chosen to accomplish dangerous physical operations in space, planned for by the hive with a view many years in the future. A genetic bias towards large and more mobile of the species. That life was fine with Lygo, who enjoyed the drama of sculpting new habitable zones within the asteroids using explosives.

A complicated run in with imperial ISB agents, a Hutt crimelord, and a Trandoshan with a generous heart have spun him round the galaxy, and spat him out in the rim.

Lygo has been drifting the outer rim these last months, keeping a wary eye over his shoulder, and making ends meet. He takes jobs as a mechanic, but takes special pleasure in stealing vehicles from the Hutts, and other crime gangs. Often breaking them down to sell for parts. His long isolation from the hive, and possibly the damage to one of his antenna, have left him prone to a marginally cavalier attitude. He lives in turmoil between the desire to return to his people, and the fear of that reawakening the memories of the last time he heard the hive. He tries to cope with this by being around people he trusts, and listening to music and indulging in local culture and entertainment. This vagabond mannerisms with his boots and thick all weather clothing, gives the impression he is the mechanic he seems to be