Verrin Ris'To
K'paur Pureblood
Tatooine. Many considered it to be a backwater ball of sand not worth a second look, but to Verrin Ris'To, it was a beautiful planet waiting to be explored. Some Jedi came to Tatooine to study the Sand People or to look for Krayt Dragon pearls to use in their lightsabers, but Verrin... Verrin came to see a sunset. The official explanation he gave to the Masters was that the high light and dry heat, both of which was hard on the K'paur race, would help him better adapt which was true, so he hadn't really lied so much as left out his true desire.
Verrin, despite his eager mentality, was not prepared for just how hot the planet was. His brown robes did very little to push back the sunlight, and his exposed pale skin was going to be very tender in the morning as the sun was not kind to it. His hood and dark glasses only provided small protection from the harsh rays that were trying their best to bake him alive. He was also fairly sure his boots were half-full of equally hot and itchy sand.
Putting his hands together in his sleeves to help cut down on the sun, Verrin walked through the small settlement of Anchorhead trying to find his way around as he needed to rent a speeder, but as it was his first time in Anchorhead, he had no idea where to go. He had taken the liberty of stopping every so often to ask people directions, but most of the time he was ignored and the one time he wasn't he was told, very helpfully, that his mother, a very nice woman from his memory, was a bantha, his father was a member of the Sand People, and he was the spawn of their union. Despite the insult, it had made him smile as it was fairly creative.
"Does anyone know where to go to get a speeder?" Verrin said looking around the newest crowd of people. Someone in Anchorhead had to be decent enough to help? Right? Maybe?
[member="Kayla Christman"]
Verrin, despite his eager mentality, was not prepared for just how hot the planet was. His brown robes did very little to push back the sunlight, and his exposed pale skin was going to be very tender in the morning as the sun was not kind to it. His hood and dark glasses only provided small protection from the harsh rays that were trying their best to bake him alive. He was also fairly sure his boots were half-full of equally hot and itchy sand.
Putting his hands together in his sleeves to help cut down on the sun, Verrin walked through the small settlement of Anchorhead trying to find his way around as he needed to rent a speeder, but as it was his first time in Anchorhead, he had no idea where to go. He had taken the liberty of stopping every so often to ask people directions, but most of the time he was ignored and the one time he wasn't he was told, very helpfully, that his mother, a very nice woman from his memory, was a bantha, his father was a member of the Sand People, and he was the spawn of their union. Despite the insult, it had made him smile as it was fairly creative.
"Does anyone know where to go to get a speeder?" Verrin said looking around the newest crowd of people. Someone in Anchorhead had to be decent enough to help? Right? Maybe?
[member="Kayla Christman"]