Malo Kwaad
Character
(Sorry, but this character has been edited and is now a completely different character!)
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Fistful of Credits
- Thread starter Malo Kwaad
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The Hound of Keldabe
Captain Strider Garon stepped through the doors. The harsh tatooine wind bristled hard against his old unbuttoned nerf hide duster, forcing the coat tails to flap behind him. The old man stood at average height, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscular limbs. His piercing gaze was dark and sullen with deep smoldering brown eyes and the warrior bared a short black mane, properly groomed. He was a named man in the mandalorians, legendary to some, infamous to most as the Hound of keldabe. He was a professional soldier now long in tooth, feared in battle and well known for his endless thirst for life's pleasures.
He would step into the backwater cantina, his open duster would expose his mandalorian iron chest plate and his laiden gun belt that housed two blaster pistols and his custom sawed off double barreled scatter gun. He was a man veteran of many battles, thousands of military campaigns, his very own body was heavily scarred holding testament to a violent life. He was a man that had survived well into his elderly years not just on luck a lone but on instinct and skills. He was a killer through and through and here he was walking into a dump of a tavern in some unnamed village on a god forsaken desert planet.
His ship, "the Avril", was perched not far off from this dive and the locals had pointed him and his fellow crew members towards this place as the only establishment that suited their needs to wet their pallets with strong spirits. He could feel everyones eyes upon him and his. Seemed it wasn't often that such a place got outside visitors. Strider, after a quick look around, would sally forth towards the bar so he could make order on drinks. His keen senses picked up on the wookie that kept a very interested gaze upon him. Made the old man unsettled.
He would tilt his head towards the wookie, @Ji'Dew, "Listen up furball, unless you want to be my next throw rug I highly suggest you avert your eyes elsewhere" The old man's deep resonating voice echoed through out the tavern in a salty snarl and threat.
He would step into the backwater cantina, his open duster would expose his mandalorian iron chest plate and his laiden gun belt that housed two blaster pistols and his custom sawed off double barreled scatter gun. He was a man veteran of many battles, thousands of military campaigns, his very own body was heavily scarred holding testament to a violent life. He was a man that had survived well into his elderly years not just on luck a lone but on instinct and skills. He was a killer through and through and here he was walking into a dump of a tavern in some unnamed village on a god forsaken desert planet.
His ship, "the Avril", was perched not far off from this dive and the locals had pointed him and his fellow crew members towards this place as the only establishment that suited their needs to wet their pallets with strong spirits. He could feel everyones eyes upon him and his. Seemed it wasn't often that such a place got outside visitors. Strider, after a quick look around, would sally forth towards the bar so he could make order on drinks. His keen senses picked up on the wookie that kept a very interested gaze upon him. Made the old man unsettled.
He would tilt his head towards the wookie, @Ji'Dew, "Listen up furball, unless you want to be my next throw rug I highly suggest you avert your eyes elsewhere" The old man's deep resonating voice echoed through out the tavern in a salty snarl and threat.
[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Akio Diachi"] [member="Meer"] [member="Semziru Nar"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Ydrin"]
Zandra Tal'verda
Lady Luck
Zandra walked in with Strider, idly shuffling her deck of playing cards. She wanted a game. She didn't care who she played against, but it had been far too long since she'd played. Her cards were crying out for use, Lady Luck was whispering in her ear again. And she needed the credits. Her next fix wasn't going to buy itself. Addiction was a rough mistress. But she refused to spend what she earned working under Strider on feeding her spice addiction. Those credits went home to help her husbands clan. No. Her daughters clan now. Her husband was long gone. She still had to remind herself of that now and again.
Her pale blue eyes snapped to the wookiee. What was he staring at?
Oh yeah. Probably me.
She glanced down with a smirk. As per usual, she was wearing as little as was possible. At least here she had an excuse for the tiny silver shorts and her cut up tanktop. It was hot out. But all that skimpiness was ruined by the leather jacket she wore. Who wore a leather jacket to a desert planet? Zandra apparently did.
[member="Strider Garon"] @Ji'Dew
Her pale blue eyes snapped to the wookiee. What was he staring at?
Oh yeah. Probably me.
She glanced down with a smirk. As per usual, she was wearing as little as was possible. At least here she had an excuse for the tiny silver shorts and her cut up tanktop. It was hot out. But all that skimpiness was ruined by the leather jacket she wore. Who wore a leather jacket to a desert planet? Zandra apparently did.
[member="Strider Garon"] @Ji'Dew
Light It Up
Kayleigh followed along behind Strider as he entered the run down establishment. It wasn't often she carried a firearm on her anymore, reminded her too much of the military life with all of the constant saluting and 'yes ma'am' business. But here it felt almost a requirement to have the slightest feeling of safety. She wasn't the type to openly carry though, so her pistol remained concealed behind the small of her back as she wandered in, only to hear [member="Strider Garon"] make an aggressive pass towards a rather large Wookie that happened to be eyeing him.
The ex-commander elbowed the Mandalorian and gave him a wide-eyed look. He had a way with words, and by that they weren't elegant in the slightest. She offered a half-smile to the furry giant and took a seat next to the Captain. "You're on track to break your record of fastest start to a bar brawl yet Cap'n." She snickered and shook her head. The girl leaned on the bar after sitting down, her arms resting towards one another as she leaned slightly forward, glancing around the rest of the cantina. She wasn't much of a fashion example, still wearing the coveralls she typically used aboard the Avril, decorated with untold numbers of oil and grease stains, which oddly enough took away from the bit of grime that could be found along her left cheek and top of her forehead. Her boots were rather tattered, the black coloration had faded terribly, looking more like a hazy grey than black. Still, for a grease monkey she put on a rather eye catching smile.
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] | [member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Thryykarr"] | [member="Meer"] | [member="Semziru Nar"] | [member="Ji'Dew"]
The ex-commander elbowed the Mandalorian and gave him a wide-eyed look. He had a way with words, and by that they weren't elegant in the slightest. She offered a half-smile to the furry giant and took a seat next to the Captain. "You're on track to break your record of fastest start to a bar brawl yet Cap'n." She snickered and shook her head. The girl leaned on the bar after sitting down, her arms resting towards one another as she leaned slightly forward, glancing around the rest of the cantina. She wasn't much of a fashion example, still wearing the coveralls she typically used aboard the Avril, decorated with untold numbers of oil and grease stains, which oddly enough took away from the bit of grime that could be found along her left cheek and top of her forehead. Her boots were rather tattered, the black coloration had faded terribly, looking more like a hazy grey than black. Still, for a grease monkey she put on a rather eye catching smile.
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] | [member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Thryykarr"] | [member="Meer"] | [member="Semziru Nar"] | [member="Ji'Dew"]
Malo Kwaad
Character
(Sorry, but this character has been edited and is now a completely different character!)
Snarling at the man, Ji'Dew slowly took a step back, slowly raising the brim of his wide-brimmed hat. His snarl now a low, drawn out growl, the Wookiee quickly downed the glass of liquor, slamming it down on a nearby table. He cocked his head to the side, his fingers slowly tapping against his hardened, Bantha pelt holster, which proudly displayed the rugged handle of the DL-44 heavy blaster pistol that was firmly nestled inside.
Slowly, he narrowed his eyes further, as he took a step forward, frothing at the mouth. "Waa hu aa ma ma a oo gah?" The Wookiee belowed in Shyriiwook, the native language of the Wookiee species. Examining the man, the Wookiee burst into laughter once again, slowly unlatching his holster, his hand near his blaster.
Every single low-life, cutthroat, and rogue in the cantina had now super glued their eyes to the Wookiee and the Mandolorian. The Wookiee's open mouth revealed his rotting, decaying teeth, as well as the stench of cheap pipe tobacco and liquor. His grin slowly fading, Ji'Dew's hand slowly drifted away from the holster, as he slowly began to take a step back.
With a slight expression of worry on his face, the Wookiee slowly turned to his right, pulling out a seat next to a Chiss and a Herglic, the Wookiee slowly glanced up at the bartender, motioning him over.
"Wu yaga gah ahyag." The Wookiee muttered to the cyborg bartender, who's mechanical limbs and replacements were so badly rusted and damaged that he moved in a slow, robotic movement, the gears and mechanical parts grinding together as he did so. The bartender grabbed a brown bottle, slowly removing a glass from a filthy sink. With a sigh, the bartender slowly placed the glass on the near collapsed bar top, tilting the bottle over the glass.
Ji'Dew watched in silence as the purple liquid splashed into the filthy, uncleaned cup. Taking the glass in his hand, he slowly took a sip, cautious not to cast a glance in the direction of [member="Strider Garon"] again.
Snarling at the man, Ji'Dew slowly took a step back, slowly raising the brim of his wide-brimmed hat. His snarl now a low, drawn out growl, the Wookiee quickly downed the glass of liquor, slamming it down on a nearby table. He cocked his head to the side, his fingers slowly tapping against his hardened, Bantha pelt holster, which proudly displayed the rugged handle of the DL-44 heavy blaster pistol that was firmly nestled inside.
Slowly, he narrowed his eyes further, as he took a step forward, frothing at the mouth. "Waa hu aa ma ma a oo gah?" The Wookiee belowed in Shyriiwook, the native language of the Wookiee species. Examining the man, the Wookiee burst into laughter once again, slowly unlatching his holster, his hand near his blaster.
Every single low-life, cutthroat, and rogue in the cantina had now super glued their eyes to the Wookiee and the Mandolorian. The Wookiee's open mouth revealed his rotting, decaying teeth, as well as the stench of cheap pipe tobacco and liquor. His grin slowly fading, Ji'Dew's hand slowly drifted away from the holster, as he slowly began to take a step back.
With a slight expression of worry on his face, the Wookiee slowly turned to his right, pulling out a seat next to a Chiss and a Herglic, the Wookiee slowly glanced up at the bartender, motioning him over.
"Wu yaga gah ahyag." The Wookiee muttered to the cyborg bartender, who's mechanical limbs and replacements were so badly rusted and damaged that he moved in a slow, robotic movement, the gears and mechanical parts grinding together as he did so. The bartender grabbed a brown bottle, slowly removing a glass from a filthy sink. With a sigh, the bartender slowly placed the glass on the near collapsed bar top, tilting the bottle over the glass.
Ji'Dew watched in silence as the purple liquid splashed into the filthy, uncleaned cup. Taking the glass in his hand, he slowly took a sip, cautious not to cast a glance in the direction of [member="Strider Garon"] again.
Akio Diachi
For it was All but a Dream
Of all the dungeon worlds the gods had made, Tatoowine was the one that exemplified it the most. His blue chiss skin was protected by a tattered and dirty white shirt with blue jeans that were as filthy as his dust-covered leather riding boots. He has stolen the guise not too long ago from a peasant off world. It worked here. A blaster pistol was strapped to his side, more for show than use. If it came to fighting he would more likely use the dagger on the other side of his leg or the Katana wrapped behind him.
The bar he followed his crew to was filled with miscreats: he relished it in away. Some would hire easily or many more he was sure could be turned in for a price. When the domineering wookiee decided to start stirring up trouble Akio literally rolled his eyes. It seemed his time with the ner'do'well crew of [member="Strider Garon"] was beginning to change him. It was hard for him to decide if that was for better--or worse.
With a sigh he took a seat beside the bar and door. He was not interested in buying anything really and blending in was pretty much out of the question now. But if someone wanted to die, he would gladly dispatch their existance.
@Ji'Dew [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
The bar he followed his crew to was filled with miscreats: he relished it in away. Some would hire easily or many more he was sure could be turned in for a price. When the domineering wookiee decided to start stirring up trouble Akio literally rolled his eyes. It seemed his time with the ner'do'well crew of [member="Strider Garon"] was beginning to change him. It was hard for him to decide if that was for better--or worse.
With a sigh he took a seat beside the bar and door. He was not interested in buying anything really and blending in was pretty much out of the question now. But if someone wanted to die, he would gladly dispatch their existance.
@Ji'Dew [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
Llkt'tudrin'wyshd
Feathered Hunter
Stepping into the bar following his crew mates, Ydrin's eyes kept flickering around, taking in every little thing and analysing it. The wooden floor was creaking beneath the weight of the tenders, showing signs of wear, showing possible signs of infestation, showing the age of the bar and hinting towards the fact that the building was still made out of its original. This meant that the floors and walls would be weaker the most would expect. A possible means of fighting or an escape route?
The gathered crowed of thugs were dressed in shabby dress and showed signs of a lack of respect towards personal hygiene, unlike Ydrin who still followed the teachings of his rich family. Poor, lacked jobs, unscrupulous behaviour, caused by bad choices or bad experiences coupled with a lack of will. All were possible enemies.
Leather duster sweeping along the floor as he walked, Ydrin continued to analyse stimuli as he approached the bar. Taking in everything as his mind worked itself beyond exhaustion to break everything down to their root causes and events those stimuli could foreshadow. It was the reason why he appreciated Zandra as much as he did, even if he never verbalised that. Her outfits stayed the same, never changing in style meaning that he would not be forced to analyse her as much as he did the others.
Leaning against to bar near the Wookie, Ydrin signalled his order before removing a cigarette and lighter from his coat. As he did so his eye was drawn to a man who had just entered. His non-verbal attitude, posture and level of hygiene showed that he matched with the thugs within the bar. However, his clothing was cleaner, showing that he had just been paid from a job as his body language conveyed satisfaction, meaning that he might not want to fight if one broke out. Which would happen as the Captain had annoyed the near by Wookie upon entrance, hinting that the situation would most likely dissolve into chaos. Ydrin hoped that he was wrong for once.
@Akio Diachi / @Ji'Dew / [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] / [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] /
The gathered crowed of thugs were dressed in shabby dress and showed signs of a lack of respect towards personal hygiene, unlike Ydrin who still followed the teachings of his rich family. Poor, lacked jobs, unscrupulous behaviour, caused by bad choices or bad experiences coupled with a lack of will. All were possible enemies.
Leather duster sweeping along the floor as he walked, Ydrin continued to analyse stimuli as he approached the bar. Taking in everything as his mind worked itself beyond exhaustion to break everything down to their root causes and events those stimuli could foreshadow. It was the reason why he appreciated Zandra as much as he did, even if he never verbalised that. Her outfits stayed the same, never changing in style meaning that he would not be forced to analyse her as much as he did the others.
Leaning against to bar near the Wookie, Ydrin signalled his order before removing a cigarette and lighter from his coat. As he did so his eye was drawn to a man who had just entered. His non-verbal attitude, posture and level of hygiene showed that he matched with the thugs within the bar. However, his clothing was cleaner, showing that he had just been paid from a job as his body language conveyed satisfaction, meaning that he might not want to fight if one broke out. Which would happen as the Captain had annoyed the near by Wookie upon entrance, hinting that the situation would most likely dissolve into chaos. Ydrin hoped that he was wrong for once.
@Akio Diachi / @Ji'Dew / [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] / [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] /
Thryykarr
Flying Wookiee.... WITH KNIVES!
There was a low growl as Thryk entered the bar, with one hand on the heavy slugthrower pistol holstered to his belt. The other was very unsubtly occupied with the handle of one of his Ryyk blades, which was fully drawn and held in the reverse grip that set the back of the blade leaning against the outside of his arm.
The scowl on his face was replaced with a grin as he sheathed the blade and sat down in the chair next to Zandra, quickly turning the grin on Strider, and then back to the Echani and her deck of cards. Then past her, to Kayleigh.
"Bet whatever that pup just said is probably worth the fight."
He leaned back, making the chair stand on its back legs. A drink would be great right now. Frakking desert planets.
"Hey, Zandra, what's that acid sludge your son-in-law drinks, again? Might go get some."
[member='Ji'Dew'] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ydrin"] [member="Akio Diachi "] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
The scowl on his face was replaced with a grin as he sheathed the blade and sat down in the chair next to Zandra, quickly turning the grin on Strider, and then back to the Echani and her deck of cards. Then past her, to Kayleigh.
"Bet whatever that pup just said is probably worth the fight."
He leaned back, making the chair stand on its back legs. A drink would be great right now. Frakking desert planets.
"Hey, Zandra, what's that acid sludge your son-in-law drinks, again? Might go get some."
[member='Ji'Dew'] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ydrin"] [member="Akio Diachi "] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Zandra Tal'verda
Lady Luck
Her daughter could understand Shyriiwook. Why? Frankly, because he daughter had a weird thing for learning foreign languages that she'd never use because she'd be too shy. But Zandra? Well, alright. She knew a fair share too. Enough to understand.
She shrugged, turning her attention to the other wookiee.
"Eh? Oh, the chiss? Yeah, something like, garble blaster or somethin'. Good for clearin' out the sinuses... and for causing alcohol poisoning."
She reached down, scratching her arm through the coat. The little bumps and bruises from the last time she shot herself up with 'stardust'. She had to get her fix. She had to get it. She couldn't go through withdrawal. Not again. If she was going to quit completely, she needed to ease herself off of it or she'd go crazy.
She set her deck of cards on the table in front of her and shakily lit up a cigarette. It wasn't Stardust, but it was at least something terrible that she was putting into her body. That was good enough.
[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Ydrin"] @Akio Diachi @Ji'Dew [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Strider Garon"]
She shrugged, turning her attention to the other wookiee.
"Eh? Oh, the chiss? Yeah, something like, garble blaster or somethin'. Good for clearin' out the sinuses... and for causing alcohol poisoning."
She reached down, scratching her arm through the coat. The little bumps and bruises from the last time she shot herself up with 'stardust'. She had to get her fix. She had to get it. She couldn't go through withdrawal. Not again. If she was going to quit completely, she needed to ease herself off of it or she'd go crazy.
She set her deck of cards on the table in front of her and shakily lit up a cigarette. It wasn't Stardust, but it was at least something terrible that she was putting into her body. That was good enough.
[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Ydrin"] @Akio Diachi @Ji'Dew [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Malo Kwaad
Character
(Sorry, but this character has been edited and is now a completely different character!)
His gaze slowly drifted over at [member="Ydrin"], growling slightly. Examining the man, Ji'Dew slowly slipped a hand into his ragged satchel, tipping his wide-brimmed, almost sombrero looking hat down further over his eyes. Slowly, he produced a traditional Wookiee bent pipe, removing the tobacco pouch on his belt, which was tied to his belt on the end of a string.
Reaching into the tobacco pouch, he proceeded to pull a pinch of tobacco out, patiently packing the bowl of the pipe with obviously cheap, low-quality tobacco. Leaning over to Ydrin, the man standing next to him. Slowly spinning around to face the man, the Wookiee growled slightly.
(Sorry for the short post)
[member="Thryykarr"]
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
@Akio Diachi
[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
His gaze slowly drifted over at [member="Ydrin"], growling slightly. Examining the man, Ji'Dew slowly slipped a hand into his ragged satchel, tipping his wide-brimmed, almost sombrero looking hat down further over his eyes. Slowly, he produced a traditional Wookiee bent pipe, removing the tobacco pouch on his belt, which was tied to his belt on the end of a string.
Reaching into the tobacco pouch, he proceeded to pull a pinch of tobacco out, patiently packing the bowl of the pipe with obviously cheap, low-quality tobacco. Leaning over to Ydrin, the man standing next to him. Slowly spinning around to face the man, the Wookiee growled slightly.
(Sorry for the short post)
[member="Thryykarr"]
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
@Akio Diachi
[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Eralam
Character
Eralam stepped through the doors of the run down saloon, the wind tugging fitfully on his long canvas duster.
The ancient Shard was used to rundown backwaters like this place, but not the bizarre tableau that awaited him. He flicked the lapels of his jacket aside with a quick burst of thought and will, his hand hovering above the ancient Colt revolver that sat on his hip, where it remained until it was clear that they weren't on the verge of violence.
"What the hell did I just walk into?" he rumbled, his electronic voice reminiscent of grinding gravel.
He had expected the bar to be empty. Most of them were at this time a day, save the occasional lowlife drunkard who always seemed to hang around. This place was fairly packed compared to normal, and that didn't bode well. Eralam had a feeling something was going to go south, and it wouldn't take long.
The barkeep clearly was expecting trouble as well. His eyes kept glancing at something under the bar, doubtless a weapon of some sort. Judging by the scars that crisscrossed the grizzled old human's knuckles, he was used to bouncing drunks out on their faces. Whether or not he could do anything against the oncoming storm that was brewing in here remained to be see.
The Iron Knight made his way to the bar, metal feet clanking resoundingly against the cheap plastic flooring. He sat down on a rickety old stool that protested mightily at the immense burden placed upon it.
"Rotgut," he said to the bartender. "Don't care what, so long as it's cheap and can strip paint."
The bartender grunted. It wasn't like he had much else on hand. It was something of a relief that the strange droid-looking thing didn't try to demand a bottle of his finest, but the fact that a droid was drinking at all was strange beyond belief. Oh well. So long as its credits were good, the old man didn't much care if he drank it or degreased his chassis.
@Ji'Dew
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
@Ji'Dew
@Akio Diachi
[member="Ydrin"]
[member="Thryykarr"]
The ancient Shard was used to rundown backwaters like this place, but not the bizarre tableau that awaited him. He flicked the lapels of his jacket aside with a quick burst of thought and will, his hand hovering above the ancient Colt revolver that sat on his hip, where it remained until it was clear that they weren't on the verge of violence.
"What the hell did I just walk into?" he rumbled, his electronic voice reminiscent of grinding gravel.
He had expected the bar to be empty. Most of them were at this time a day, save the occasional lowlife drunkard who always seemed to hang around. This place was fairly packed compared to normal, and that didn't bode well. Eralam had a feeling something was going to go south, and it wouldn't take long.
The barkeep clearly was expecting trouble as well. His eyes kept glancing at something under the bar, doubtless a weapon of some sort. Judging by the scars that crisscrossed the grizzled old human's knuckles, he was used to bouncing drunks out on their faces. Whether or not he could do anything against the oncoming storm that was brewing in here remained to be see.
The Iron Knight made his way to the bar, metal feet clanking resoundingly against the cheap plastic flooring. He sat down on a rickety old stool that protested mightily at the immense burden placed upon it.
"Rotgut," he said to the bartender. "Don't care what, so long as it's cheap and can strip paint."
The bartender grunted. It wasn't like he had much else on hand. It was something of a relief that the strange droid-looking thing didn't try to demand a bottle of his finest, but the fact that a droid was drinking at all was strange beyond belief. Oh well. So long as its credits were good, the old man didn't much care if he drank it or degreased his chassis.
@Ji'Dew
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
@Ji'Dew
@Akio Diachi
[member="Ydrin"]
[member="Thryykarr"]
Llkt'tudrin'wyshd
Feathered Hunter
Picking up the drink that had been placed before him, Ydrin swirled the glass around gently as he stared into the amber liquid before tilting his head back and knocking back the entirety of the drink in a single pull. Placing the glass back on the bar, Ydrin signalled the bartender for another drink before twisting his head to the source of the growl that had been directed towards him.
Cocking an eyebrow and letting a silent smirk cross his face, Ydrin removed the cigarette from his mouth, pressing it out within the empty glass that still sat before him. Turning to now look at the Wookie face on, leaning back against the bar as he did so, Ydrin tilted his head to one side.
"Can I help you?"
@Ji'Dew
Cocking an eyebrow and letting a silent smirk cross his face, Ydrin removed the cigarette from his mouth, pressing it out within the empty glass that still sat before him. Turning to now look at the Wookie face on, leaning back against the bar as he did so, Ydrin tilted his head to one side.
"Can I help you?"
@Ji'Dew