Carliah Dakrone
Walking the Path to Redemption
Carliah was seated on her lightsaber throne once again. This time she was being forced to listen to the common folk whine to her about their problems. Oh how she hated holding court. It wouldn't have been so bad if the throne were a bit more comfortable. She'd have to get a cushion for it or something. She absent-mindly brushed some invisible dust off of her black and red gown with it's skirt covered in pictures of bleeding hearts and butcher knives. She adjusted the red strip of cloth hiding her empty eye sockets from view and looked down at the peasant kneeling before her.
"Request denied. Come back when you have something important to discuss. I hate it when people waste my time." She growled at the man. Her head jerked up when she heard the doors to the hall open.
[member="Hijinks"]
"Request denied. Come back when you have something important to discuss. I hate it when people waste my time." She growled at the man. Her head jerked up when she heard the doors to the hall open.
[member="Hijinks"]