Background
A time-worn Geonosian, Sol Tunn was a worker-engineer to a minor noble during the clone wars. He was off world during the battle of geonosis, and after his master met a sticky end at the end of a lightsaber, he wisely decided that anonymity and obscurity were the best way forward for a thinking geonosian.
Since then, Sol has scraped a living at the edges of the galaxy, doing work as a mercenary, doctor, scrapper and more. As the decades passed, he has become more experiened and more eccentric. Recently, his travels have taken him to Daalang III, where he hopes to elevate himself through lucrative deals and dirty jobs. A self-described "Fixer", Sol Tunn is a jack of all trades, whose wealth of experience is his main asset, divulging advise and encouragement to any team hes on: whether they want to or not.
Motivation
Sol Tunn dreams of amassing a fortune and retiring to a nice little retirment home on a paradise desert world like Geonosis, Tattooine or Jakku. He views himself as "only six cycles from retirement" at any given time.
Sol Tunn is also tired of mediocrity - tired of scraping by in the shadows of the galaxy, tired to facing discrimination due to his species role in the clone wars, tired of not knowing what has become of his planet. This buried resentment might lead him to take risks he wouldnt have 5 years ago, and is behind his recent attempts to shove himself into the limelight.
Obligations
14 Obligation - Obsession/Debt
10 obligation - criminal (ship)
Life isnt pretty for a geonosian, even this long after the clone wars. The empire has a blockade around geonosis, building something, and few are seen these days.
Sol Tunn has invested a large amount of his former captial into paying the Broker Net and other groups to make contact with or find information about the status of his blockadged homeworld, and this obligation might flare up with the Broker Net demanding favours, higher payment, or his investigations drawing the ire of Imperial authorities.
Description
A bulky and scarred Geonosian male, Sol Tunn has a short tendril beard with a few fake-gold rings. Scars and engine burns cover his body, and his the wings behind his back are ragged and overworked.
Scavenged armour plating from a variety of sources protects him against the rest of the world, and he has a trusty blaster at his side. Large pockets and straps on his outfit often bulge with salvage or tools, and a variety of drugs, scrap and tools occupy his backpack. A utility arm emerges from his backpack, often holding spare tools or a blaster. He has recently taken to wearing scanner goggles and a duster hat.