Gotislyn Moltke
Character
Gotislyn was tired. His funds were beginning to run low, and the odd jobs he took on simply weren't paying enough. Taking and holding a job in a single location seemed impossible to him, especially when most of his prospects were on Corusant. The memories seemed to be coming back more and more lately, probably a product of his stress. He had taken to drinking more lately, a vain attempt to supress the memories of all the horrible things had had done. That was what he was doing now, trying to get drunk in some Corusanti bar. He didn't bother to look at the people in the bar, for the most part. despite this, he kept feeling drawn to glance at a lone chiss, across the bar from him.
[member="Rex Taff"]
[member="Rex Taff"]