Ri'ven Gevrok
A cigarette and a gun's all you need.
With a steady hand he moved the cigarette up to his mouth and lit it with a forming smile. "So? You said something about work?" He said with a large smirk that let out the thick smoke that enveloped his face for a split second.
Ri'ven sat there in the middle of a cantina shot almost to the brink of collapse on some backwater with him seemingly among the only survivors. His quarry tied down and knocked out lying at the side of his seat.
(This is simply in character for the fun of it
)
Ri'ven sat there in the middle of a cantina shot almost to the brink of collapse on some backwater with him seemingly among the only survivors. His quarry tied down and knocked out lying at the side of his seat.
(This is simply in character for the fun of it