Celty Ikon
Hammer-loving Scarf Pirate
Celty Ikon was looked upon by the various denizens of Podunk, Dantooine as either a misfit or a symbol of everything that was excellent. The redhead himself never commented on this except for the exasperated sighs that he gave the either adoring or aggravating people before he would hop on his swoop bike and get the hell out of town.
Now, swoops. There was a thing he could enjoy being idolized for. His own swoop was completely custom-made, with 360 degree holo-displays and a fully tuned engine that could surpass that of most airspeeders. A less composed person than Celty might have drooled all over the paint job, because the whole thing was a work of art.
And so, the red-headed swoop jockey was sitting in the back of an auto shop tuning his bike and checking the huge gravity hammer he took so much pride in for scratches.
[member='saki lin']
Now, swoops. There was a thing he could enjoy being idolized for. His own swoop was completely custom-made, with 360 degree holo-displays and a fully tuned engine that could surpass that of most airspeeders. A less composed person than Celty might have drooled all over the paint job, because the whole thing was a work of art.
And so, the red-headed swoop jockey was sitting in the back of an auto shop tuning his bike and checking the huge gravity hammer he took so much pride in for scratches.
[member='saki lin']