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Motivation
As a Mirialan, faith in the Cosmic Force is his primary motivation.
The Cosmic Force: The character understands on some level that everything that happens, has happened, or will happen in the galaxy is part of the Cosmic Force. The Force guides the galaxy and the individuals within it, and things happen for a reason.
In the case of Shos, he just calls it Fate. He believes Fate has led him out into the Galaxy and that he will find whatever is planned for him on his travels.
Backstory
Shos was born on Mirial, the homeworld of his people, towards the end of the Clone Wars. His earliest memories were of the hushed incredulity of his parents as they discussed the latest news, that the new Empire had outlawed and eradicated the Jedi. As a spiritual people, Mirialans held the Jedi in great esteem, and this heinous act both disgusted them on a very deep level and also awed them; how much power did it require to be able to eradicate those who were one with the Force?
As he grew Shos was aware that his parents treated him different from his siblings, they wouldn't let him perform in public ceremonies, they would only introduce him to close friends. But he knew, he was almost certain, that they weren't ashamed of him. They explained that it was for his own protection, although that didn't explain to the youngster why his brothers and sisters weren't treated the same. The result was that Shos grew up an isolated individual. He would often take long treks out into the wilderness, camping out for days, living only on the sustenance that he could find. He felt a strong connection with the animals, something that he had lacked with others of his kind, and he would muse aloud to them about what Fate had in store for him.
He also read a lot. He would read stories of Mirialan legends, epics of great heroes of the past, news articles from all corners of the Galaxy. Soon a hunger built up in his breast; Mirial was such a tiny, if important, part of the Galaxy; he had to see more.
It was with fondness and a not little relief that his family saw him off as he boarded the first interstellar transport. He carried very little, but his needs were few. He headed straight for the Core Worlds, the settings of so many of the stories that he had devoured. But he very quickly lost his enamour with the developed worlds; they were just too structured. They had no soul. He saw them as huge machines, enormous droids tirelessly carrying out their programs. He felt the call of the untamed, the wild places, and so he headed for the Outer Rim.