Tovar Daklan is a man who needs only two things to be happy; a ship and the blackness of space. It doesn't matter the type of ship, so long as he's in control of it. He was born on a planet, but it is the vastness of space that sings to him. Being too long on an actual world can begin to grate on Tovar. Artificial gravity keeps him grounded, so to speak.

While Tovar Daklan's first love is flying a starship, his second love is tinkering with one. When not behind the controls, Tovar can usually be found crawling around the insides of whatever ship he's on, or opening up panels of any starfighter that happens to be in range of his hands. His insatiable need to tinker usually results in an improved vessel, but it can also occur at inopportune times.

Despite an aversion for physical confrontation, Tovar Daklan has a quick-witted and sharp sense of humour, and never passes up the opportunity to make a quip or jibe about his situation, or to taunt his enemies. While some find Tovar Daklan to be funny and likeable, others do not always respond so warmly, and occasionally Tovar Daklan will get himself into more trouble than he thought when someone takes a joke the wrong way.

Although Tovar Daklan continues to be a wise guy when interacting with others, he is no longer the carefree soul he once was. Tortured by First Order Intelligence due to his association with his friend, Kavis Varik, Tovar never fully recovered. Although it has been a number of years, he continues to have almost daily night terrors while sleeping. He keeps up his facade for others, but those who know him can see the changes when they look into his eyes.

Tovar Daklan's affinity for mechanical work has carried over into is weapons of choice: Explosives. Tovar enjoys finding out how explosives and grenades work, and will always ensure he has a few on his person whenever he's outside of his ship. While he enjoys planting mines and lobbing grenades, not everyone is as enamored with the damage or noise that his weapons make.

Unless he's behind the controls of a ship, Tovar Daklan would prefer not to be in the middle of combat, or even close to it. While vastly familiar with combat, Tovar never wants to enter the actual fray and will instead act as support, whether it is lobbing grenades, planting explosives or just shooting with a blaster from behind cover. He generally leaves the dirty work for others, who don't always appreciate it.