Abric Solari

Basics:

Name: Abric Solari
Age: 35-38
Species: Twi'lek
Sex/Gender: Male
Class/Spec: Smuggler - Scoundrel (Scrapper)
Force Alignment: Light 1; has more leaning towards dark options like revenge or underhanded tricks than Flow, but still overall light. (Not Force-sensitive and doesn't ICly care)
Primary Light Motivations: Families, children, sentiment, people in need, justice
Primary Dark Motivations: Anger, revenge, greed, lying or threatening for a cause, holds grudges

Elevator pitch: A trader who puts on a gruff front so his buyers take him seriously, but has a generous heart. Married a "defector" from the Empire, but he turned out to be a spy, and Abric has a deeper mistrust of the Empire than the actual Jedi of the legacy because of it. Perpetuates the lie of his ex-husband's faked death and keeps his wedding ring on his ship's console, in spite of his grudge. Feelings suck.

History: Abric doesn't offer much about his history. When pressed he'll go "you know, the old story. Hard times, call to adventure, et cetera," or he'll offer contradictory stories. Chances are there's something about his family in there, given his notable weakness for families in peril, particularly ones separated by danger. But it's also true he's a generous man at heart, and emotional connections are the easiest ways to get there. He used to consider himself "a citizen of the Republic, but neutral" - Republic space is where he happened to grow up, but that didn't mean he cared. He would trade with or haul cargo for anyone, to anywhere - with the exception that the only things bound for the Empire on his ship would be food, medicine, and luxuries. No weapons, no armor, no secrets. He didn't care, but he also wanted to keep doing what he was doing, and he didn't mind earning suspicion, but he would much rather it didn't stick. (When he abandoned trade with the Empire, he abandoned this rule. Mostly. Selling to a third party who would then sell to the Empire was a gray area he struggles with to this day, because most of these third parties are people you really don't want to piss off...for all his brave talk, he would like to not die, thanks.)

In one of these trades to Empire space, his contact was a Chiss doctor named Atir who said he wanted out. The Empire wanted him to favor certain patients (mostly the human, wealthy, or Sith), and he himself was victim to their rampant xenophobia every day. Abric did not normally smuggle people, at least, not across major faction borders, but he felt like this guy was telling the truth. He went with him for a farewell to a slave girl he had been treating in secret, and seeing his genuine kindness in a society that did its damnedest to stamp that kind of thing out endeared him to him quickly. They shared an easy sense of humor, a surprising tenderness hidden by necessity, and a love of technology. They grew to love each other, and that was what Abric considered his biggest mistake.

They were married for five years, and then he vanished, faking his death in a vehicle crash but ensuring Abric knew better with a note of apology. Atir had been a spy. And none of Abric's intuition had told him there was ever any lie.

He never formally said anything, but that day, he chose a side.

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