Old Kuurt
this grizzled, old man was a regular patron of the Crosstown tavern on Cularin, during the height of the Clone Wars. Old Kuurt was a veteran of too many battles to remember, and had dedicated his life to defending Cularin against any form of attack. Because of his contribution, the owners of the Crosstown more or less let Old Kuurt wat or drink whatever he wanted when he came in. However, after retiring from active duty, he spent much of his time in an alcohol-induced stupor, in which he tried to escape the harsh realities of the galaxy around him. Thje owners of the Crosstown learned to fill up his mug with synthetic, low-alcohol brews, although many suspected that Old Kuurt was aware of it anyway. Unfortunately for the rest of the Crosstown's patrons, alcohol also tended to loosen up Old Kuurt's tongue, and he wasn't afraid to vent his frustrations on any being unfortunately enough to sit down with ten meters of him. He hated the fact that the Grand Army of the Republic was made up primarily of clone troopers, since they had little or no regard for the livelihood of the people they were sworn to protect. In Old Kuurt's opinion, a clone trooper would do anything to meet its objective, even destroy innocent civilians if needed. He advocated Cularin's remaining neutral in the Clone Wars, letting the Old Republic and the "Seppertists" fight it out until one side or the other eventually won out. He even went so far as to accuse the Old Republic of acting only in the best interests of the rich, so that small worlds like Cularin never reached a state of economic richness.