Soren Varrik is a sharp-eyed Mirialan gunslinger and smuggler who lives by his blaster and faster lies. Once betrayed by those he trusted, he now drifts across the Outer Rim, taking dangerous jobs and staying one step ahead of the past he can’t quite outrun. Loyalty doesn’t come easy—but cross him, and you’ll wish you’d never drawn first.

Species: Mirialan
Build: Lean and wiry, with the agile frame of a man who relies on speed over brute force.
Height: Just under 6 feet—tall enough to be imposing when he wants to be, but never the largest guy in the room.

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Face & Features:
• Skin: Smooth emerald green, weathered slightly from desert suns and long-haul starlines.
• Eyes: Intense amber, glowing faintly with a sharp, focused gaze—always assessing, always alert.
• Tattoos: Bold black geometric patterns typical of Mirialan heritage, but more angular and fragmented—his marks tell a story of survival and defiance, not tradition.
• Expression: Calm, sly smirk on standby. A face that can talk its way into or out of just about anything.

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Outfit:
• Hat: A dark, wide-brimmed fedora with a subtle visor built into the brim—classic gunslinger style, with just enough tech to function as a scanner or HUD.
• Jacket: A long, weathered leather duster reinforced with synthweave plating at the shoulders and spine. Multiple hidden compartments inside for smuggled datachips, slicing tools, and blaster mods.
• Shirt: Fitted dark tunic with subtle armor mesh layered beneath. Breathable, durable, and resistant to low-grade energy blasts.
• Pants: Utility-grade cargo trousers in a muted gray tone, reinforced at the knees with hardened fabric. Holsters strapped to both thighs.
• Boots: Worn but rugged durasteel-toed boots.