Zetha Vesh
Character
The dirty underworld of Coruscant was not the best place to be, but for a certain young woman it was home. Sure, the streets were lined with a mix of people that were either homeless, drunk, high off spice, or all of the above. But one could say that it was full of character. Zetha was walking among those 'delightful' characters now. She didn't really have anywhere important to get to, she just liked taking walks to clear her head when her thoughts get a bit too busy.
It was on this walk that the streets got a bit too crowded and Zetha had to turn her body slightly to slip through the crowds at the faster pace she was going at. Her hand drifted down to her left side, where there was empty air. Two years without a lightsaber, two years without proper self-defence other than her strength in the Force and hand-to-hand. She had survived this long, she could go longer.
On her walk, she bumped shoulders with a white haired man. She thought nothing of it, mumbling a quick 'sorry', and going to continue on her way. But Whitey had other plans.
[member="Seden Sin"]
It was on this walk that the streets got a bit too crowded and Zetha had to turn her body slightly to slip through the crowds at the faster pace she was going at. Her hand drifted down to her left side, where there was empty air. Two years without a lightsaber, two years without proper self-defence other than her strength in the Force and hand-to-hand. She had survived this long, she could go longer.
On her walk, she bumped shoulders with a white haired man. She thought nothing of it, mumbling a quick 'sorry', and going to continue on her way. But Whitey had other plans.
[member="Seden Sin"]