Lanta Rosa
Character
Coruscant's underworld was known to be a very dark and gloomy place; the sunlight that graced the upper levels in marble beauty not able to pierce so far down into the lower levels, sunlight stopping in the same way that most civilised beings would stop before descending further. Those who went to the lower levels were either; lost, desperate, criminals, or forced down by someone else. Due to the lack of sunlight so far down the streets were always lit by bright neon signs and the occasional working streetlight, many of the older lights being broken and destroyed by the inhabitants who preferred the cover of darkness.
Deep down into the lower levels, trash and rubble were piled up in equal measure, sometimes a body or two would be found but often the pockets remained empty, making it hard to discern if they were locals or simple travelers that had met their end from one of the many criminal syndicates that stalked the streets. People would often go missing, stolen away for enslavement producing Spice or blasters. A lot of Twi'leks would also vanish, though many knew where they were forced to be, the neon soaked clubs favoring that particular race of beings, sometimes working as a possible way up a few levels, creeping closer to sunlight.
One source of light was slowly fading as it crackled away, a firelight shining dancing shadows across the walls of an isolated dead end, the light coming from the emptied shell of an R unit astromech, the head missing and the innards removed to make a fire-pit. A figure stood hunched over the fire-pit, warming their hands over it, their face cast in shadow from the dancing light hitting their hood, their clothing being made up of heavy leathers. Those who knew the outfit would know him as Lanta, a bit of a mystery, even for the lower levels. He didn't really seem to have many people he relied upon, or those who he would call friend. He just stood, hidden by shadows and warming his hands.
Deep down into the lower levels, trash and rubble were piled up in equal measure, sometimes a body or two would be found but often the pockets remained empty, making it hard to discern if they were locals or simple travelers that had met their end from one of the many criminal syndicates that stalked the streets. People would often go missing, stolen away for enslavement producing Spice or blasters. A lot of Twi'leks would also vanish, though many knew where they were forced to be, the neon soaked clubs favoring that particular race of beings, sometimes working as a possible way up a few levels, creeping closer to sunlight.
One source of light was slowly fading as it crackled away, a firelight shining dancing shadows across the walls of an isolated dead end, the light coming from the emptied shell of an R unit astromech, the head missing and the innards removed to make a fire-pit. A figure stood hunched over the fire-pit, warming their hands over it, their face cast in shadow from the dancing light hitting their hood, their clothing being made up of heavy leathers. Those who knew the outfit would know him as Lanta, a bit of a mystery, even for the lower levels. He didn't really seem to have many people he relied upon, or those who he would call friend. He just stood, hidden by shadows and warming his hands.
