Kordath is not a fan of space. He can fly in a ship, sure, he’s spent a lot of time hopping from planet to planet on freighters and cargo haulers. Usually by stowing away in the hold. When legitimate travel became a thing for Kordath he learned about viewports, and decided that being able to see the vast, empty and cold vacuum of space was not for him. Extended time in such conditions can cause the Ryn to suffer from severe anxiety and possible panic attacks.

Kordath has been a drifter for most of his adult life, and has seen dozens of worlds and cultures. He’s done jobs in almost every unskilled field of labor, from farming to cooking to some light mechanic work and custodial services. This has lead to a colorful collection of stories and anecdotes, as well as a natural tendency towards treating the ‘common folk’ better than many of his brethren do. This has also lead to a general distrust of authority figures, and a resistance to anything passing as military discipline.

Kordath has been running cons to keep alive since he was thirteen, and can usually recognize when one is being pulled on him. He'll usually go along with one in the hopes of gaining information, an advantage, or an opportune time to screw things up for whomever is pulling it. This does lead to the occasional accident or misfortune for Kordath, as cons rarely go as planned, even when both people are in on it.

Kordath has a natural curiosity, that’s evolved into scholarly pursuit. When encountering a new topic or source of information, he will spend extended periods of time trying to plumb it for knowledge. This leads to hours, days, even weeks where he’ll focus on something to the point of unsociable behavior, only to be distracted by another topic in which the cycle starts anew. He retains some of what he learns, and has a tendency to go back to familiar subjects after a time, to further explore.

Kordath comes from a background of vagrancy. As a constant stow away and a member of a race often victimized, he learned early on that a swift kick to the shin, or higher, was more valuable for survival than learning how to square up and prepare for combat. He is more likely to try and hit his opponent while they’re down, or from behind, or when they’re blind, than face to face. Despite this, he has never felt a pressing need to kill those who stand against him, as he's aware a beaten foe can be a useful source of information. He's also well aware of escalation, and is hesitant to draw weapons in conflict before his enemy, as a scuffle can quickly get out of hand and lead to pleasantries he'd rather not deal with.

Kordath has learned the fine art of bar brawling over the course of his vagrant and alcohol soused life. Having always been on the small side, he's grown used to seizing whatever advantage or opportunity he sees. When it comes down to a fight you use whats on hand - or tail - to survive, and that is what he's learned to do. Plate? Discus. Chair leg? Club. Cutlery? Useful annoyance. He does not forsake his fifth appendage in a bout, using the muscular tail to grasp anything it can. Whether this be bottle or knife the extra limb has been known to surprise many a brawler.