Kip Radon
I like the way you bleed, boy
The Mos Eisley Cantina, where our friends don't like you, and we don't like you either. Kip Radon Sith Acolyte turned dark Jedi was wondering the galaxy and his travels had brought him to this dusty little planet, at this sandy city, in this particular den of scum and villainy. Stepping into the bar wearing thick canvas shirt and pants with protective cloth and goggles wrapped around his face the man came in from the sandstorm outside and looked over at the scene in front of him, a bith band playing some song, a Hutt here, a Rodian there, scum of the galaxy, his people, the prodigal son has returned.
Walking up to the bar the man awkwardly took off his red tinted goggles and set them to the side. He then slowly unraveled the cloth around his face to reveal his disconnected features and face. With uncaring eyes he looked up at the bartender and spoke in a very low tone that was almost a mumble with the thick accent that his little slice of Corellia had.
"Whiskeh, and throw in a lil splash ah honeh." The man said in thick accent.
The bartender nodded and soon produced his order. The drink was placed in front of him and he casually palmed his hand around it. Taking his other hand he ran it through his thick black hair and would quietly sit and enjoy his drink.
[member="Jalek Sathora"]
Walking up to the bar the man awkwardly took off his red tinted goggles and set them to the side. He then slowly unraveled the cloth around his face to reveal his disconnected features and face. With uncaring eyes he looked up at the bartender and spoke in a very low tone that was almost a mumble with the thick accent that his little slice of Corellia had.
"Whiskeh, and throw in a lil splash ah honeh." The man said in thick accent.
The bartender nodded and soon produced his order. The drink was placed in front of him and he casually palmed his hand around it. Taking his other hand he ran it through his thick black hair and would quietly sit and enjoy his drink.
[member="Jalek Sathora"]