Thraishe Krine
Big Poppa Pimpin'
(need a bounty hunter, but open to whoever)
Thraishe paced quickly through the streets of Mos Eisley, knowing he was being followed. He stepped through an archway and into an alley, hoping he'd lose this stalker.
"Blast!" he said aloud as he noticed the person following him still, mimicking his every move.
Thraishe made it to his apartment with haste. Slowly, he removed his helmet, revealing a pale face and pure white eyes. No one has ever seen whats behind his dark mask. Of course, Thraishe had never been intimate enough with anyone to have a need to show what was hidden in his mind. He saw a shadow move across an outer wall and he drew his his small vibroblade knife.
"I'm waiting," he said as a smirk drew across his pale face. He sat in a chair and drew his blaster pistol, waiting.
Thraishe paced quickly through the streets of Mos Eisley, knowing he was being followed. He stepped through an archway and into an alley, hoping he'd lose this stalker.
"Blast!" he said aloud as he noticed the person following him still, mimicking his every move.
Thraishe made it to his apartment with haste. Slowly, he removed his helmet, revealing a pale face and pure white eyes. No one has ever seen whats behind his dark mask. Of course, Thraishe had never been intimate enough with anyone to have a need to show what was hidden in his mind. He saw a shadow move across an outer wall and he drew his his small vibroblade knife.
"I'm waiting," he said as a smirk drew across his pale face. He sat in a chair and drew his blaster pistol, waiting.