Char

• 1/2 miraluka
• 1/4 Twi'lek
• 1/4 human

Many years ago, a miraluka woman started a free colony on planet that became a haven to human and mirluka alike. Because of the difficulties of mating miraluka with humans, each family unit consists of two men and one woman. One man impregnates the female who then transfers the small fetus to the second male in who's womb the child grows and is eventually birthed.

My father was born a slave as the result of human raping his Twi'lek slave. He was cast out of the house upon reaching the age wherein he could challenge his birthright. He sought refuge in the free colony and soon feel in love with my mother. She accepted him as a first mate and after many years of trying, my mother's second husband birthed me. My father could not stand the jealousy of sharing my mother with another man and upon the birth of a second child, left to seek a new life. My mother was a respected member of the community, but frequently failed to understand my vanity (she was blind) and constant need for attention. I was raised in a well balanced society with good principles and many friends, but constantly wishing for someone to connect with. My mother, fearing that I would turn to the dark side, sought to marry me off quickly in the hopes that a family would help me see the good. When I fell for a pilot, we were both delighted. Through my husband, I was able to travel and see the world. I always had a natural way with languages, so I made for a good crewman and he even taught me some piloting. When I became pregnant, I returned home, but then returned to the road with my first husband. He was surprised that I had left our child and began to resent it. My first husband also resented being a single parent. I loved my first husband and traveling the galaxy, but even my first husband missed our child and second husband. Finally, we got word that my second husband had died. Upon returning home, it became clear that he had committed suicide by blowing up his own uncha, a public utility that he was using for his chandra. His body was never found and the authorities did not publicize the nature of his death. I greived desperately feeling responsible for his misery, until a few days later when I was walking in the gula hills alone. I saw my first husband and my second husband talking off in the distance with our child in tow. They were alive and in hiding. My guilt, however, kept me silent because exposing them would mean execution for my second husband because destroying an uncha is a serious offense on our planet. A few days later, my second husband left me, saying the grief was too much. They must have run off together, my husbands, without me. I was a terrible wife and a terrible mother. If only I had been obsessed with my family rather than galavanting around the universe, feeding my narcisism.

After their dissappearance, I returned to wandering the galaxy. Alone this time, I am in too much despair to return to the carefree life I once led.