Wrale Elerel
Character
Wrale walked through the lower levels of Coruscant. He had been assigned to patrol around, and try to help keep crime down. Ler's just say, he wasn't to pleased with the assignment, but he was a Jedi. That meant he had to do his best to protect people. Even if it meant walking around a place where someone would most likely try to mug him. Right? He pulled his hood up, hiding his face in shadow. Hopefully it would help him blend in with the shadey crowd. He felt around using the Force, trying to sense if anyone was in trouble. Surprisingly, there wasn't, at least, from what he felt. For a breif second, a chill ran down his spine, sensing something. He tried to grasp at it more, but it quickly dissapeared. It was either his imagination, or moved beyond what he could feel. Probably his imagination. That didn't stop his brain from pretending to see shadows, however.