Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
Corellia
Orbital Platform Canyon Reach
@[member="Vanilla Toner"]
Sarge sighed, right arm reaching down to mess with the blousing of his fatigue pants. Corellia was his adopted home, since he didn't know the real one, and OmegaPyre was his new benefactor. Taking a look at the whiskey in his glass he simply considers his own reflection for a moment.
There, in the alcohol, he saw a battered shockball cap and a pair of sunshades resting over a bearded face - more of a outdoorsman neck beard than anything else. A frown creased his rounded cheeks which, were it not for the beard, would give him a boyish look that belied his age.
As it was, the facial hair added a good number of years.
The twenty something man scanned the empty reaches of the cantina, thankful it was him, the bartender, and not much else.
Surely that would change.
He just hoped it was no one annoying.
Glass met lips, and burning liquid drained into his throat and down to his stomach.
Orbital Platform Canyon Reach
@[member="Vanilla Toner"]
Sarge sighed, right arm reaching down to mess with the blousing of his fatigue pants. Corellia was his adopted home, since he didn't know the real one, and OmegaPyre was his new benefactor. Taking a look at the whiskey in his glass he simply considers his own reflection for a moment.
There, in the alcohol, he saw a battered shockball cap and a pair of sunshades resting over a bearded face - more of a outdoorsman neck beard than anything else. A frown creased his rounded cheeks which, were it not for the beard, would give him a boyish look that belied his age.
As it was, the facial hair added a good number of years.
The twenty something man scanned the empty reaches of the cantina, thankful it was him, the bartender, and not much else.
Surely that would change.
He just hoped it was no one annoying.
Glass met lips, and burning liquid drained into his throat and down to his stomach.