___   SON OF CORELLIA .

canon div. | legends han solo from STAR WARS.
indie, 21+ writer, & semi-selective
NOVELLA-PREFERRED / MULTI-PARA ONLY
au / oc / duplicate friendly, heavily headcanon-developed.   my portrayal is fully based on my own
inference & conception of solo's disposition.
est. 2012.   updated 2025.

hello there !!  my name is vincent, but most people know me as vin/vince.  i’m a chef & digital illustrator IRL, a huge fan of star wars & mass effect, and just an awkward dude.  please be gentle with me, as i'm actually quite harmless and shy.  it's good to meet you, and i hope we get to write soon !!PLEASE NOTE:  if we are mutuals here, i'll also follow you from my multi @skysaunter ( anakin / suitless vader | luke / starkiller ) — unless you are uncomfortable with duplicates.  i'm diagnosed with ocd & i don't like having different dashes.  i will unfollow if my dash is too messy.FOREMOST:  i will only say this once: RESPECT my canon background for han solo.  he is loosely legends / EU-based by default, pre-anh, not post.  i am flexible & quite willing to ret-con for alternate universes, but if you disregard my canon!verse, i will disregard YOU.  it’s just that simple, pal.  also, please TAG HAN’S TFA SCENE ( all imagery / gifs ).  to those who do, i genuinely thank you for your understanding. 

001.  I AM OF AGE.  i will always check your blog & make sure of your rules.002.  NO ASSUMPTIONS.  i expect the usual rp etiquette & that includes no godmodding & no assumptions about my muse.  even if it's canon in your muse’s verse, talk to me first.  thanks !003.  ESL.  i’m from hong kong; i speak cantonese.   shit might fly over my head.  i’ll ask questions & i’ll make sure about stuff & i may not always understand you; english is challenging & i often struggle with switching tense, but i try my best to suit who i write with.  if you write ‘purple prose’, it's likely i won't even understand you.004.  INTERACTING.
⬥ if you cannot wait the time required for me to answer your ask / reply to a thread / write a starter, i ask that you do not rp with me at all.  i am very busy; i don’t purposefully ignore anyone.  if you unlike a starter call, i will scrap the starter.
⬥ you do not need icons to write with me!  I DON'T CARE about your formatting / blog aesthetic / ( matching ) word count; you DON'T need to look or write fancy to interact with me; my aesthetic is for myself, not for others.
⬥ i draw the line at passive replies.  passive replies are one-sided, don’t advance the thread, provide new or useful information for the other character, and play an inactive role by only reacting to 'XYZ' without adding anything proactive.  please be mindful & remember rp is a collaborative writing experience; communication is key & i'm always happy to plot!
⬥ i will not write with ‘self-insert’ ocs or outrageously ooc portrayals of canon characters.  it makes me extremely uncomfortable.
⬥ please don't SPAM memes / asks without the intent of continuing interaction.  i really didn't come here to write by myself.  i usually continue asks as threads, so always feel free to continue answered asks as threads !!
⬥ han has an animated face claim, so animated characters / verses are also welcome!!005.  CONTROVERSIAL TOPICS / TAGGING.
⬥ do what you will, like what you want, but i am NOT here for abusive relationships, dub-con, or rape, & i never will be.  i will admit han is an asshole sometimes, but he is NOT someone who would ever bother with an abusive relationship. overall toxic relationships are still up for discussion—but straight-up abuse plots are not.
⬥ i DO NOT tolerate (malicious) ship bashing.  we all have our right to preferences, & i don't care for a lot of sw ships too, but openly bullying / shitting on people who enjoy a ship between two consenting adults is intolerable behavior.
⬥ this blog contains DARK THEMES such as war, violence, blood/injuries, adult/child slavery, childhood mental/physical abuse, implied death, mental/physical trauma, etc.
⬥ i tag all mature content accordingly, including descriptions of graphic warfare, injuries, blood, & even ships of your choosing, so if there's something you want tagged, do let me know!

006.  SHIPPING.  i love shipping, but it is not a priority!  i write han as pansexual; i'm partial to hanluke.  if interactions go well, sure, i'm always down for ships no matter the franchise / verse, but please note i’m not really here for only that.  any pre-established friendships / relationships are fine, but i prefer that we at least discuss any pre-established romantic relationships BEFORE interaction.  if you skip this process & assume or force a ship—canon or otherwise—then i will be averse to ship with you from that moment onward.  i prefer building relationships.  if you don’t like that or get tired of 'waiting' for me, unfollow.007.  EXCLUSIVITY / MAINS.   not really into the idea of private 'cliques' / controlled interactions.  i've had bad experiences.  i just want to write and make friends if at all possible.  i take mains but the speed in which i reply to them isn't really affected.
⬥ my only exclusive is and will always be: @techniiciian.008.  DUPLICATES / PLAGIARISM.   i welcome ALL duplicates.  i'm up for any kind of twin / duplicate verse, anytime !!
⬥ 2018 UPDATE:  i've removed all major headcanons posts due to incessant plagiarism.  please note corellian isn't a completed EU language, and a solid 99% of the corellian in my han's dialogue are words & phrases i made up myself or reconstructed from the already established EU.  taking up my han's unique vocabulary without permission makes you a blatant plagiarist.  i've only ever given @ragedagainst + @techniiciian permission.all in all, please do not take any aspects of my portrayal; do not use me as 'inspiration'; do not use me as a 'template'.  this 'imitation' isn't flattery; it's DISRESPECT.  i’ve been writing han solo for a very long time, so if i spot one too many strange "similarities", i will come for you, out you, & block you.  there is no excuse i will accept.  i never want to deal with something as soul-crushing as plagiarism again.be proud of your own work, not someone else's.  otherwise what's the point?009. GENERAL MEDICAL ISSUES.   i am autistic, physically disabled & visually impaired; i suffer from a CNS disease, OCD(anxiety), ADHD, & depression.  I AM FULLY DIAGNOSED.  i’m slow & i won’t reply to everything on time. although maladaptive perfectionism is often considered a subtle form of OCD, it is aggressive in my case.  if it isn’t my eyes slowing me down, it’s this, on top of my IRL work.i am not someone who has time to lurk on the dash, so i often miss starter calls / memes.  please don't ever think i'm ignoring you, especially if we are mutuals!CURRENT 2025 STATUS: LOW / SEMI-SPORADIC ACTIVITY.
DISCLAIMER:  i don't own STAR WARS or han solo.
WRITER ≠ MUSE:  i am not han solo.PSD / ICON CREDIT:  all icons and graphics were made and/or drawn / manipulated by me.  please do not steal / save my creations.

FULL NAME:   han ‘jonash e’ solo.
NICKNAME[S]: captain, general, scruffy looking, nerfherder.
D.O.B: 29. BBY.
AGE: 29.
NATIONALITY: corellian.SPECIES: human.
SEX/GENDER: cis male.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual.
SPOKEN LANGUAGE: corellian / olys corellian, galactic basic, shyriiwook, trader's argot, huttese, selonian, rodese, illodian.HEIGHT: 6'1″.
EYE COLOR: hazel
HAIR COLOR: brown.
TYPE OF HAIR: thick & straight, wavy when long.
SKIN TONE: tan / olive undertones.
BODY BUILD: mesomorph.
ACCENT: faint corellian accent.
VOICE TRAITS: clear & orotund.GROUP AFFILIATION: rebel alliance, imperial lieutenant ( past ).
RANK: alliance general.
CLASS: smuggler / rogue.
WEAPONS: custom, highly modified DL-44 heavy blaster pistol.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: nomadic, stationed aboard the millennium falcon.MOTHER: unknown.
NATIONALITY: unknown.
ETHNICITY: unknown.
RELATIONSHIP: n/a.FATHER: unknown.
NATIONALITY: unknown.
ETHNICITY: unknown.
RELATIONSHIP: unknown.SIBLING(S): n/a.
MARITAL STATUS: single.
CHILDREN: n/a.

NEUTRAL: perceptive, adaptable, versatile, CYNICAL, outspoken, independent, opinionated, persuasive, resourceful, insightful, confident, candid.
POSITIVE: loyal, witty, charismatic, authentic, adventurous, clever, creative, flexible, logical, fair, practical.
NEGATIVE: insouciant, stubborn, impulsive, confrontational, unforgiving, competitive, arbitrary, AGGRESSIVE, noncommittal, capricious, VENGEFUL.EMOTIONAL WEAKNESSES: contrite, IRASCIBLE, trenchant, indecisive.
EMOTIONAL STRENGTHS: optimistic, dynamic, easygoing.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral.SCARS: a lingering impression on his chin.  various marks rope his arms, legs, torso, and back from when he was tortured on bespin.  the worst of the cicatrices are located on his upper back and lower midsection.  han does not like people prying about the origin of his scars, thus keeps them concealed by long-sleeve clothing.  although the bulk of his scars were obtained during the war and from skirmishes in his days as a smuggler, han acquired a majority of his scars from childhood abuse. HEALTH ISSUES: post-carbon freeze, han suffers from incapacitating migraines and severe visual sensitivity to light.COLOR: silver & red.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: sagittarius.
SIN: envy.

( UNDER CONSTRUCTION as of AUGUST 2024! )
to be updated !!warframe , bladerunner , exodus , modern , imperial , mass effect .
animated verses are also in progress !

.    INTO THE VOID.     .
.        [ set within WARFRAME / ALT. UNIVERSE. ]
     THE GROUND BENEATH HIM WAS SLICK AND COLD , and the acrid smell of burnt plasteel pricked his nostrils.   godsdamned hard to breathe down here.   han reached blindly for something, anything to help him upright, but there was nothing but the jagged texture of synth-leather yielding under his fingertips still wet with warm blood.  the pilot’s seat lay beside him, half-melted into slag and charred to black along with the falcon's control board.   DAMN.   it slid into his chest at full tilt—those profound swells of self-contempt—and it forced a grimace before the resurging pain could.
trembling hands coasted over chest and belly, the faintest glide of his own fingertips the only part of him that registered sensation.  the crash had stunned his nerves, blunted all senses.  noting a spread of red expanding below him, solo swallowed audibly, elbows suddenly quaking before he collapsed in a heap, diving straight into a well of solitude the second he hit hard durasteel.
     han could've sworn he'd heard himself howl, but the sound ricocheting off his immediate surrounds was more akin to a gasping wheeze.   ❝blast.❞   emotion gathered thick in his chest, coiling around a heightening sense of urgency.  it'd come for him as it had for every instance in which the odds were stacked against him, that which he so openly scoffed in the face of time and time again… glacial terror hurtled up from his stomach to lay bare a mordant sense of awareness.                   MORTALITY.
     sprawled on his back under glitters of sunlight refracting off hazel eyes, han wished for the strength to at least throw an arm over his face.  vision dimmed into a hazy blur before torn cheeks stretched around a wide, humorless grin; the zip of blood still sharp on his tongue.
     ❝i always thought i'd die in space.❞.    AIN'T THE YEARS, HONEY, IT'S THE MILEAGE.    .
.        [ set within INDIANA JONES / ALT. UNIVERSE OR CANON DIV. ]
     SLEEP IS SUCH AN INCREDIBLY FLEETING AFFAIR FOR HAN SOLO.   the amount of rest he gets on a daily basis remains an unknown number.  is it four hours?  three hours?  six hours?  six hours on his best day; eight hours means he’s on vacation; less than four hours means he probbaly has a certain ‘assignment’, at hand.
at this point, as han slumps in his chair, his back aching and his eyes feeling painfully sensitive, han holds no recollection of ever having taken up a new adventure, and the mental tally furiously hits its brakes after he recalls having slept only two.       TWO HOURS.
     one hundred twenty minutes is hardly adequate for a man who spends most, if not all of his time running around the world, tucking one discovery into his belt after another, saving a couple of lives along the way while accumulating a little fortune for himself in the meantime…  regardless of han’s many achievements at the modest age of thirty-four ( has there been mention that he is also a professor?  because he’s also a professor ), he’s still human.
     after his last escapade, the trip to perú and cairo, all the events that followed with nazi MADMEN raving about hitler’s past teachings and—well, shit.  han just wants a good night’s sleep!  ah, but if only life were ever that easy.  as soon as han returned to the states, an offer awaited him: a solid teaching position at CORUSCANT UNIVERSITY.  although his wallet screamed ‘YES’, his brain screamed ‘NO’.
     except… it isn’t as though the offer is a common pass-out.  not only would it have smeared his reputation as a college professor of archaeology to refuse such a prestigious position, han still has bills to pay and debts to settle.
          so, he took it….    DIVE INTO THE HEART.    .
.        [ set within BLADERUNNER / ALT. UNIVERSE OR CANON DIV. ]
     ❝yeah, right.❞ han grimaced and knuckled his gritty eyes.  ❝why ‘m here…❞
he'd spent the entire ride to the station reminding himself he didn't have a choice—couldn't have had a choice as a runner, a bounty hunter or an officer hired to eliminate      RETIRE was still the accepted euphemism—fugitive replicants.
for all the nights he spent rationalizing, piecing together the mistakes, taking apart what truly mattered, he still felt nothing short of cheated.  there simply hadn’t been a CHOICE..    EMPIRE AT THE END OF DECADENCE.    .
.        [ set within fandom name / season / year / etc. ]
     THE PAST YEAR HAD LEFT HIM NO CHOICE   but to accept the reality of the force and all its devastating promise, only bitter concession hadn’t brought him any closer to understanding.  wouldn't've guessed, solo thought, while face to face with a SITH who had fallen into a momentary lapse of silence just as he had.  he rubbed the golden rim of his sleeve and felt its silken texture slide between his fingers.   it felt real enough.   so, what all the EMPIRE had proposed — not a dream.
     han allowed a moment for his thoughts to fall into place, to push past the resurgence of memory and outrage as a flat silence girdled the ballroom.  his skin crawled at the thought of what could happen next.  the sith could conjure their force magic to probe his mind; it could burrow deep into the most private areas of retention, seeking undiscovered solace just to RIP it from him—or twist it inside out until there was nothing but despair to behold in the vestiges.
     han bit down on the flesh of his cheek, instinct prompting him to leave this place at once.  to escape.  SURVIVE.   fear had corrupted the clarity of insurgency and resolve.  a coward’s what you are.
     ❝excuse me then, your worship.❞  the mock honorific burned to ashes in han’s mouth and sent his next line of thought stumbling with RAGE.     we never wanted this; we never asked for war.  you killed them anyway.     SLAUGHTERED THEM ALL.     generations of corellia’s children, wasted, without so much as a second’s hesitation.                  MONSTER..    EMPIRES ARE NOT MAINTAINED BY TIMIDITY.    .
.        [ set within fandom name / season / year / etc. ]
UNDER CONSTRUCTION..    STAKES DON'T GET HIGHER THAN THIS.    .
.        [ set within MASS EFFECT / OT 1-3 / 2154-2186 / etc. ]
     ❝YOU MIGHT SEE THINGS THAT WAY, BUT THERE AIN’T NOTHIN’ WRONG WITH KICKIN’ BACK AFTER A HARD-WON BATTLE.❞  with a lopsided smile, han dipped his chin at shepard, his raised glass of blue liquor—serrice brandy, nothin’ like hard corellian brews, but close enough—hovered above them as a toast to victory, before han downed the shot in one facile swallow, which earned the crowd’s approval.  the club’s patrons erupted with delighted applause as the corellian held up his empty drink and hollered, ❝to the shepards, SAVIORS of the citadel!❞
     the rhythmic beat of the club hiked in volume, drowning his joyous bout of laughter, and their drinks filled again, with no cost to his temporary credit chit.  draped over the bar, elbows rested on the counters, solo took in the colorful scenery of club FLUX.
     ❝i’ve flown from one side of my galaxy to the other, ‘n i’ve seen a helluva lot of strange stuff, commander.❞  paused in thought, han swirled his drink, then took a light sip.  ❝but I’ve never seen anythin’ quite like the GETH.❞  han turned to look jane in the eye.   ❝thank you.  for everything.  without you ‘n john, me ‘n luke would still be locked up, an’ we would’ve never learned about the GETH threat to our homeworlds.❞

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@STILLSOLO.
HAN SOLO - also active on discord (2025)@SKYSAUNTER.
ANAKIN SKYWALKER | DARTH VADER / LUKE SKYWALKER - also active on discord (2025)@KEZTIS.
CAL KESTIS - also active on discord (2025)@AKUNAA.
BODE AKUNA - active, also available for rp on discord (2025)

@DETHBERRI.
KUROSAKI ICHIGO - hiatus, available for rp on discord (2022)@DESTRUCZION.
GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ - hiatus, available for rp on discord (2022)@N7SOLDIERED
JOHN SHEPARD - hiatus, available for rp on discord (2022)@INTEGRETI
KAIDEN ALENKO - hiatus, available for rp on discord (2022)