Him. He acted like a horny teenager at times, but I could swear he mentioned things that happened longer than 70 years ago. He was like a father to me, never tried anything, and I never asked. For all his jokes and love, he was always trying to make the most money out of everything he could. He always wore a sombrero, no matter where he was, bar, starship, or meetings with customers. He lived a smuggler's ideal life, made loads of money, but never violated his rules. He did once, and that regret made him do something reckless, selfless. He died saving 7 entire races from extinction.