Edric Vanyan
The Historian King
Nauren kicked back and looked out at the sky as he was having a nice calm day on the planet he preferred. Why did he prefer it though? Well that was simple, it was a place where he could screw with someone and not get blown to bits by paramilitary. Granted the guards around here still watched him like a hawk, but he was no threat and they knew he would never do something to cause intentional harm or damage to the people of the planet or the people he choose to entertain himself with.
His clothing was rather simple, hid little of what he had on him but a lot of what he looked like. Two blasterpistols at his hip and a lightsaber hidden in his sleeve that his mother had given to him for self defense. He had a basic understanding of it but much rather preferred the blasters over it, especially considering that getting close to someone without being shot was much harder than those Jedi and Sith made it seem.
One such person was infact walking his way as his Empathy had free roam for now, his mind leaching on the emotions and intentions of those around him until he was sated. He was kind of a glutton for understanding the feelings of others, after all his own emotions were foreign to him. He could tell someone what they were feeling but if he was involved he was as blind as a bat. He never did understand them so instead he hid that fact with a overly carefree nature of a eighteen year old smuggler... and it worked out quite well for him at times.
The Day itself was decent, mild winds sweeping through the city, the sky mostly clear of clouds with the temperature no more than seventy five degrees, obviously not on the Celsius scale. It was in no way humid or damp out today and while rain was alittle overdue, Nauren was perfectly fine with it not raining today. He had a good feeling about today as it was.
[member="Kitty"]
His clothing was rather simple, hid little of what he had on him but a lot of what he looked like. Two blasterpistols at his hip and a lightsaber hidden in his sleeve that his mother had given to him for self defense. He had a basic understanding of it but much rather preferred the blasters over it, especially considering that getting close to someone without being shot was much harder than those Jedi and Sith made it seem.
One such person was infact walking his way as his Empathy had free roam for now, his mind leaching on the emotions and intentions of those around him until he was sated. He was kind of a glutton for understanding the feelings of others, after all his own emotions were foreign to him. He could tell someone what they were feeling but if he was involved he was as blind as a bat. He never did understand them so instead he hid that fact with a overly carefree nature of a eighteen year old smuggler... and it worked out quite well for him at times.
The Day itself was decent, mild winds sweeping through the city, the sky mostly clear of clouds with the temperature no more than seventy five degrees, obviously not on the Celsius scale. It was in no way humid or damp out today and while rain was alittle overdue, Nauren was perfectly fine with it not raining today. He had a good feeling about today as it was.
[member="Kitty"]