Merle Gauge
Character
[member="Soulfire Ticon"]
A small air speeder whipped through the sands of Tattoine, speeding towards his home. He had gotten a request to sell his shine and man, was that stuff so good that he almost didn't have the heart to sell it. However, credits were more desirable than liquor...well, that was debatable. Finally, he screeched to a halt outside of his house. His possible buyer was going to be showing up anytime now. He jumped out, sprinting into his house. He jumped into his bedroom, falling onto the ground and reaching under his makeshift bed. Under the bed, he had a box full of jars of moonshine inside. He pulled it out, lifting it up and setting it down on the bed. He then pushed himself into his closet, removing his straw hat and placing it over his head, which covered his bandanna. He then tilted the hat down a bit, before he gripped onto the box and carried the box outside. He returned to his speeder, dropping it in the shotgun of his speeder. He then slammed the door shut, leaning back on the rusted pile of garbage that was his speeder.
A small air speeder whipped through the sands of Tattoine, speeding towards his home. He had gotten a request to sell his shine and man, was that stuff so good that he almost didn't have the heart to sell it. However, credits were more desirable than liquor...well, that was debatable. Finally, he screeched to a halt outside of his house. His possible buyer was going to be showing up anytime now. He jumped out, sprinting into his house. He jumped into his bedroom, falling onto the ground and reaching under his makeshift bed. Under the bed, he had a box full of jars of moonshine inside. He pulled it out, lifting it up and setting it down on the bed. He then pushed himself into his closet, removing his straw hat and placing it over his head, which covered his bandanna. He then tilted the hat down a bit, before he gripped onto the box and carried the box outside. He returned to his speeder, dropping it in the shotgun of his speeder. He then slammed the door shut, leaning back on the rusted pile of garbage that was his speeder.