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Vidar Sicarius Compassion was not a virtue well known to Aquilus Sicarius; in fact it was doubtful he knew how to spell the word. Instead he was a man driven by greed and lust. He was wrapped so tightly within his own world that he failed to pay much attention to any of those around him. He was a tall and well built man, and carried a number of scars on his body and face from many scraps he had gotten into due to his ‘job’. Aquilus was a small time spice dealer on Coruscant, more specifically the Coruscant Underlevels where he lived. His life was one of alcohol, spice and sex, he lived life as it came at him, and he found that the selling of spices earned him a good cut of credits. Also, with the overpopulated lower levels and the addictive qualities of spice, business was always booming. He was part of a much larger narcotic ‘market’ which was a well-known problem in the Underlevels. Aquilus would get his hands on the spice and mix it with other materials in order to make sure he could optimize his sales and rake in as much money as possible. The CSF were utterly useless in the lower levels and avoiding them proved extremely easy, allowing him a happy life full of healthy amounts of credits. Giovanna Lyome was one of Aquilus’ regulars as of late. She was younger than Aquilus, just shy of twenty in comparison to the dealer who was in his mid thirties. She had recently lost her job on the higher levels due to the habit she’d picked up in her teens, one which had led her to being kicked out of the educational system at the age of seventeen. Her parents were shamed by her expulsion and her addiction; they kicked her out and forced her to live life without the comforts and safety net of their financial baking. She had tried to kick the habit, she was determined to change, she found a job and a place to rent that was cheap and decent enough to live in. But times were never easy and when they got hard she fell back into her old habits. Eventually it led to her losing a job and left her unable to find anything else even half-decent on the upper levels. She was soon kicked out of her apartment. In her position there was only one way to go, down. from rival gangs, not to mention the lethal, watchful eye of the Syndicate itself. (more...)