Teh_Asian
Sole Survivor
Char-Li sat down silently in a small bar in the sort of underground of Coruscant. He was bored and needed something to do while he wait for the next fool to try to bring him into a stupid job that he'll have to take up. Char-Li wasn't one to really socialize, even if he was in a bar, he merely came for the drinks and for the possible job that could come. But of course, nothing truly came to him easily, so he learned to be patient, much like a sniper for his prey.
A girl, taken by some guy. A mandalorian, Ewok...wait, Ewok? Okay. A wookie, some guy, and a bunch of civilians.
Was it going to be boring, waiting for no one to hire him? Yeah, probably. He couldn't help but sigh as he took off his helmet, laying it on the table as a drink has slid over to him, in return he gave him a couple of Credits to the bartender who didn't really pay too much attention to the man, who looked an awful like Jango Fett or his clones. He raised to glass as if to toast the air before downing the drink rather hastily.
It was if to be able to remember oldmemories, then forget them instantly. That's what drinking was to him. He had to remember the old memories, bad or good, then forget them almost instantly. He wanted to focus on the new memories he had, which were essentially how to survive in his new life.
His armor was covered in a cloak, given to him in Tatooine, the material was light and covered his body almost completely. The only thing that was visible by the arm parts of his armor along with the neck up. Of course, his helmet and the visor would be, whether the hood was on or not. He hadn't really done much to his hair, aside form a single braid on the side of his head. He didn't like cutting nor grooming it, not that it'd matter whether the helmet was on or not, he just liked the style and the fact that it could hide his face when he needed to hide it.
Bored...bored bored bored, bored and lonely and I need to find a job fast before I start stealing people's stuff again.
The Mandalorian downed another drink before the bartender came over and poured him a drink, thick liquid with a strong kick back, the way he likes his liquor. Char-Li set down his credits for the man to take up before letting him leave. This wasn't something that he'd normally spend his credits on but it was money well spent either way. Alcohol is like an anesthetic, but rage is a better anesthetic than alcohol, he's merely fueling up his rage. Rage of a lost life, angry of people that took away his life.
A girl, taken by some guy. A mandalorian, Ewok...wait, Ewok? Okay. A wookie, some guy, and a bunch of civilians.
Was it going to be boring, waiting for no one to hire him? Yeah, probably. He couldn't help but sigh as he took off his helmet, laying it on the table as a drink has slid over to him, in return he gave him a couple of Credits to the bartender who didn't really pay too much attention to the man, who looked an awful like Jango Fett or his clones. He raised to glass as if to toast the air before downing the drink rather hastily.
It was if to be able to remember old
His armor was covered in a cloak, given to him in Tatooine, the material was light and covered his body almost completely. The only thing that was visible by the arm parts of his armor along with the neck up. Of course, his helmet and the visor would be, whether the hood was on or not. He hadn't really done much to his hair, aside form a single braid on the side of his head. He didn't like cutting nor grooming it, not that it'd matter whether the helmet was on or not, he just liked the style and the fact that it could hide his face when he needed to hide it.
Bored...bored bored bored, bored and lonely and I need to find a job fast before I start stealing people's stuff again.
The Mandalorian downed another drink before the bartender came over and poured him a drink, thick liquid with a strong kick back, the way he likes his liquor. Char-Li set down his credits for the man to take up before letting him leave. This wasn't something that he'd normally spend his credits on but it was money well spent either way. Alcohol is like an anesthetic, but rage is a better anesthetic than alcohol, he's merely fueling up his rage. Rage of a lost life, angry of people that took away his life.