The Galaxy isn’t built for the likes of Paum, a fact he’s reminded of with every entryway, speeder, or cantina stool. Like many of his kin, he’s self-conscious of his size and confronts quiet frustration and upset when faced with too small spaces. Over his years, that feeling has numbed some and become the expected norm. He’s tailored his approach to the world around him, building such habits such as giving other passerbyers space, stopping to allow them to pass and ensuring his own path is void of awkward collisions.

Aside from broken chairs and exceeding turbolifts weight capacity, his mass tends to cause folks to give him a wide berth and consider him a gruff, threatening individual, which hampers first impressions. That said, it has its benefits as a Mercenary and Scavenger. Not being able to sit, suddenly becomes a looming pressure to sway negotiations.

Three thousands levels down into the metropolis-made crust of Coruscant, Paumgon grew up in a refugee camp hidden within the junkyard of Level 1782. He learned quickly how to help contribute to the camp, picking up mechanics and crafting to refurbish and salvage junk, selling it. Exposed to both the criminal worlds operating down in the depths and the code of loyalty among the refugees, Paum took up riskier and seedier jobs, all under the belief he could be a protector. A Thalapathi among them. Until a series of events ended with lives dead and trust lost by those most close to him.

No, Paum understands he’s just one of the trash, a scoundrel best suited to being a pawn to others’ games. He is not one to give in to heroics. Yet, there may be a sliver of compassion still buried under the rubble that was left behind.

Paumgon Lfin is a lateral thinker, and when he encounters problems or dilemmas, he is very good at improvising and coming up with alternative solutions. This allows Paumgon Lfin to find ways out of situations others might give up on. While these solutions are often not so obvious to others, Paumgon Lfin can typically explain and lead others through his plan...as long as they are patient and willing enough to trust him outside thinking.

Once upon a time, Paumgon had been an overconfident, zealous young Herglic, never the most outgoing but craved the company and approval of others. Then he got burnt by the fruits of his own doing.

Nowadays, Paum is content in selective solitude. He’ll afford others a bit of sarcasm, take them up on a drink, and engage in small talk. It's all rough coated pleasantries, transactions. He’s a straight shooter, yes, but at the end of the day, he’s going home with his cut of credits. There are only a select few people that are close to him, has his loyalty and trust. His quiet acts of service and gifting, coupled with willing vulnerability, are signs you’ve made the cut. Of course, others may see Paumgon as just another rough, uncaring giant mercenary and avoid attempting to get to know him just the same as he them.

When it comes to a fight, some like to posture, some like to act tough, some like to dance around and go through all sorts of fancy footwork. Paumgon Lfin? Paumgon Lfin doesn't bother with exotic battle stances, intricate maneuvers, or super-secret tactics. Paumgon Lfin, when cornered into a fight, prefers the ancient technique of a good kick to the nuts. And if that won't work, either because the enemy is a woman or has balls of steel, Paumgon Lfin isn't beyond pulling a few more cheap tricks out of the bag. Granted, Paumgon Lfin won't be winning any medals for nobility or any prestige for a unique fighting style or a superb maneuver, but Paumgon Lfin will still be winning, the best and most dirty way he knows how.

A big man comes with big guns, and Paum has both meanings of the word. All care and grace attempted to afford to others ordinarily goes out the hatch as the freight train bulldozes, grapples and throws foes in close combat. No path in or out, make one, plow right through. Paum also knows his way around heavy blasters and canons, laying down cover spray and siege — with no qualms on using them like a makeshift club when needed. Even with harden muscles, he would find himself at odds with a nimbler opponent or a sniper that he can’t pin down or force out of hiding.