Dracen Garett
The Count
Coruscant; 1:32 p.m.
Walking through the streets of Coruscant, you could find any array of strange-looking sentients. However, one man got nothing but odd looks as he passed others. As if his towering height wasn't enough to make one stop and stare, his skin was pale and his long mangled hair a silvery white. His aura just reeked of discipline and authority, and he gave off the general image that if you pushed the wrong button, he would snap. Especially with the way he walked, broad shoulders back in a proud manner, like he could step into a building like he owned the place. But lastly were the eyes. To any Jedi, he would appear Sith just by looking into them. They glowed a golden yellowish-bronze, and all others shied away from his gaze. Was he a Sith? Of course not. He was born this way, a testament to the dark side. Under his gray trench coat and hooked to his belt, there hung a single lightsaber, a trophy of his first kill. It wasn't only for show however, as he was well versed in swordplay. With the tails of his trench coat swaying behind him, he took in his surroundings and wondered where to go next.
@[member="Xander Carrick"]
Walking through the streets of Coruscant, you could find any array of strange-looking sentients. However, one man got nothing but odd looks as he passed others. As if his towering height wasn't enough to make one stop and stare, his skin was pale and his long mangled hair a silvery white. His aura just reeked of discipline and authority, and he gave off the general image that if you pushed the wrong button, he would snap. Especially with the way he walked, broad shoulders back in a proud manner, like he could step into a building like he owned the place. But lastly were the eyes. To any Jedi, he would appear Sith just by looking into them. They glowed a golden yellowish-bronze, and all others shied away from his gaze. Was he a Sith? Of course not. He was born this way, a testament to the dark side. Under his gray trench coat and hooked to his belt, there hung a single lightsaber, a trophy of his first kill. It wasn't only for show however, as he was well versed in swordplay. With the tails of his trench coat swaying behind him, he took in his surroundings and wondered where to go next.
@[member="Xander Carrick"]