[list][*][u][b]Name[/b][/u]: Lucar Feratu
[*][u][b]Age[/b][/u]: 45
[*][u][b]Gender[/b][/u]: Male
[*][u][b]Race[/b][/u]: Near-Human
[*][u][b]Appearance[/b][/u]: [url=http://i.imgur.com/i88yrYC.jpg]Lucar loves him some old-fashioned clothes.[/url]
[*][u][b]Personality[/b][/u]: Lucar is a quiet, unassuming type. He's an upstanding citizen (or what passes for one on Nar Shaddaa), eager to cater to the antique needs of collectors human, alien, or in-between. He lives above his antique shop on the mid-levels of the planet, forcing the crooks from the upper city to come to him for his unique wares. He prides himself on his extensive familiarity with the galaxy's history, both ancient and recent. The thing is, when it comes to his collection, he has a hair-trigger temper. 
[*][u][b]Profession[/b][/u]: Antiques Merchant
[*][u][b]Skills[/b][/u]: Extremely skilled with archaic weapons. Able to identify and wax on about artifacts from seemingly any point of galactic history- as far back as the Jedi Civil War.
[*][u][b]Abilities[/b][/u]: Nothing too out of the ordinary- he's just a guy in VERY good shape.
[*][u][b]Equipment[/b][/u]: Back in his shop, he has numerous ancient weapons, a few suits of armor, and lots and lots of furniture.
[*][u][b]Brief Backstory[/b][/u]:[/list] As long as anyone can remember, Lucar's family has run an antique shop on the mid-levels of Nar Shaddaa. Though his main source of income is the (mostly) legitimate trade of ancient artifacts, buyers are hard to come by- particularly for some of his more "esoteric" items. One day, however, a bounty hunter came in to purchase a vibroblade- an ancient relic from a Jedi-Sith confrontation on Taris millennia ago. Operating a shop on Nar Shaddaa, Lucar had learned not to ask questions of clients and provided the vibroblade, along with a replica energy cell. A few days later, the hunter returned, having damaged the blade through improper use in a firefight. Given how old the model was, he'd been unable to find a mechanic to repair it, so back to Lucar it came. And, after a reasonable price was negotiated, Lucar managed to repair the weapon. Well, word spread of his wares. Bounty hunters came in looking for ancient armors. They came looking for weapons, for armor, and the necessary repairs. Lucar's side business was born- as a one-of-a-kind arms dealer.

These days, Lucar's clientele runs the spectrum from senators seeking something to tie the room together, to bounty hunters, to Hutt crime lords. Every customer's welcome in his store, so long as they follow four rules which even the surliest bounty hunters have come to respect: NEVER fuck with the collection. Don't insult it. Don't steal anything. And never, EVER try to get into the back room unsupervised.