Sirak Kolar
Balagoth's Herald
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Sirak calmed his mind as he walked through the deep roads of Coruscant. His hood slipped over his eye's in repetition to his steps, heavy set and loud, positively forcing his presence over the crowd near him. His size alone was enough to intimidate, and intimidate it did. Standing over two meters tall, the horned Zabrak dwarfed the majority of the surrounding crowd. It was few and far between that others matched or outdid the giant, but the few would come along, only to meet Sirak with a daring stare.The roads he walked reeked of blood and grime, permeating his still sensitive senses with the perverted smell. His boots squished, and Sirak was out of his wits end. When he had awoken a few days before, he had noticed that both his lightsabers had been stolen from him. All of Sirak's material possesions he actually cared for were taken from him, and as sure as he was about the sun rising, he was sure he'd get them both back.