Donny Hex
Bratty Edgelord Supreme
NAR SHADDAA
Galvin Hex
The crowded streets bustled as commonfolk brushed against each other in the walkways. The market district on Nar Shaddaa was always packed with people selling and buying suspicious goods. Most of these people were what you'd normally consider 'good folk'. Others were just refugees or people down on their luck. Some resorted to violence and thievery to make their success, while others worked hard to buy their way out of this hellhole. Such is the way of life on The Smuggler's Moon.
Donny pushed along amongst the crowd. He seemed out of place; Nicely dressed, good looking, and young. While his face and skin wasn't destroyed by drug abuse, his hair was well done and he smelled of expensive cologne.
"Move it! Back off, scum!" he would say to lowborn thieves trying to pickpocket him. He held a blaster pistol in his hand, making it clear that he wouldn't tolerate any insolence. It was obvious he thought himself highly of others, though why he was in such a place as Nar Shaddaa was a mystery to most. To him, he was really just bored. Having had a pampered lifestyle, Donny had a stroke of wanderlust and yearned for excitement. Nar Shaddaa was the perfect place to get it.
Meanwhile, merchants desperately tried to get attention in their stands. One in particular caught his eye; An old Rodian selling droids and droid-parts. Donny hadn't had a droid since the protocol droid his parents bought him tripped and fell down the third floor of his house. He approached the old Rodian, who greeted him.
"Yusee liyka drreeda?"
"What have you here, old lowborn? Droids? I want one." he responded bitterly.
[member="Koda Berus"]
Galvin Hex
The crowded streets bustled as commonfolk brushed against each other in the walkways. The market district on Nar Shaddaa was always packed with people selling and buying suspicious goods. Most of these people were what you'd normally consider 'good folk'. Others were just refugees or people down on their luck. Some resorted to violence and thievery to make their success, while others worked hard to buy their way out of this hellhole. Such is the way of life on The Smuggler's Moon.
Donny pushed along amongst the crowd. He seemed out of place; Nicely dressed, good looking, and young. While his face and skin wasn't destroyed by drug abuse, his hair was well done and he smelled of expensive cologne.
"Move it! Back off, scum!" he would say to lowborn thieves trying to pickpocket him. He held a blaster pistol in his hand, making it clear that he wouldn't tolerate any insolence. It was obvious he thought himself highly of others, though why he was in such a place as Nar Shaddaa was a mystery to most. To him, he was really just bored. Having had a pampered lifestyle, Donny had a stroke of wanderlust and yearned for excitement. Nar Shaddaa was the perfect place to get it.
Meanwhile, merchants desperately tried to get attention in their stands. One in particular caught his eye; An old Rodian selling droids and droid-parts. Donny hadn't had a droid since the protocol droid his parents bought him tripped and fell down the third floor of his house. He approached the old Rodian, who greeted him.
"Yusee liyka drreeda?"
"What have you here, old lowborn? Droids? I want one." he responded bitterly.
[member="Koda Berus"]