Traits: Food-enthusiastic, funny, reasonable, unflirty.
Aligned with the Jedi Order.
Ashi Tevarl was born on Ryl, the homeworld of the Twi’lek, into a freight-running family. Her father, a pilot, owned his own freighter, the Furthest Sky, and traded regularly inter, and intra-world, while her mother handled finances and the actual mercantile endeavors. Ashi grew up, rather idyllically, underfoot of her parents and was largely homeschooled. While the war was on, the job was very dangerous but paid a high dividend; when it ended, some of the military-industrial freight dried up, and her parents set to running salvage.
Around the time she turned eleven, the ship was damaged expensively during one of its salvage runs and her parents were forced to borrow money at a steep interest to refit it. The next couple of years saw her family slip further and further into poverty under the burden, until the loan-sharks finally came to collect.
The Hutt Cartel seized the Furthest Sky, took Ashi and her mother as collateral against the debt, and marooned her father back on Ryl, broken and bereaved.
Ashi spent nine years as a slave of the Hutt, passed from ship to ship and master to master, losing track of both her mother and her father, until all that remained of her teenage years was The Debt. Somehow, no matter how much they collected out of her, it never quite seemed to discharge; such was the nature of the thing. She came to know that the debt would never, in fact, be gone - and in the light of that, Ashi Tevarl resigned herself to a life of slavery, until such a time as old age or pure spite took her beauty and her life.
If the world were more heroic, she might have attempted a daring self-rescue; but she didn’t. She might have been saved by an enterprising jedi, but she wasn’t. No earnest lover came around to buy her out, no kind-hearted captor chose to let her escape. She danced, sang, scrubbed - anything they demanded.
It was the Debt, actually, that got her out in the end, though not in the typical way.
One day, just this last year, the pleasure barge she had been working on was seized during a routine inspection for contraband. While the slaves themselves weren’t illegal, the pilot had been attempting to transport several types of illegal narcotics, and rather than paying the fine - horrendously steep - he allowed his ship to be impounded along with its cargo.
Ashi Tevarl and about a dozen other Twi’lek counted as cargo - the asset side of the mathematical equation. Their forfeiture satisfied some of the hypothetical fine and they were released. Just like that.
She found herself standing in a Czerka starport, oddly out of place, but suddenly free to do whatever it was she felt like doing.