Weibran the Hutt, born Weibran Dontoragal, is not your normal Outer Rim crimelord. Most other crimelords look at Weibran and his organization and scratch their heads (or whatever passes for heads in some cases) wondering how the man can even survive. Those who have been close enough to observe The Hutt in his dealings know that he's not as ruthless as Jabba, merciless as Xizor, or cruel and heartless as Kandran. The plans he concocts should not work, but they do. He should have been killed, at last count, seven hundred thirty three times. However, the obese mobster manages to survive.

From an early age, Weibran seemed destined for a life of crime, running one of the galaxy's foremost crime syndicates. Everything didn't pan out the way destiny envisioned, but he still runs a crime syndicate nonetheless. He took control of the Weibran Crime Family when he was twenty-eight years old (that's not exactly true, because before he took control there was no Weibran Crime Family. His father was a sanctioned Imperial plumbery engineer.) He was already quite large by that time, and it wasn't long before he was stuck with the derogatory nickname "the Hutt."

Most people wouldn't have expected the Weibran Crime Family to have lasted more than a year, two at the most. However, Weibran just celebrated his fifty-third birthday, and the syndicate is stronger than ever. And, while the syndicate is stronger than ever, Weibran is certainly larger than ever. It is reported that some of the finest chefs in the galaxy are in Weibran's employ. Despite his penchant for eating everything in sight, he is in fact quite the connoisseur.

Weibran's constant companion is his canine-like creature he affectionately refers to as Rancor. No one quite knows what the creature's species is, but Weibran loves it dearly. Surprisingly, the small beast's appetite is nearly as big as Weibran's.