Xroghu
Character
[SIZE=10.5pt]Bespin had promised to be interesting. Not only was the planet hosting the wedding of a prominent crime lord but the First Order had recently descended on the world in mass, hoping to eventually bring it under their control. Xroghu decided he didn't like the first order, their obsession with order and control clashed with his own philosophy of freedom. So as the imperialistic order tightened its stranglehold on Bespin many of its inhabitants took to fleeing the planet aboard one of countless refugee craft and Xroghu chose to join them.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Xroghu pulled his hood tightly over his head as he looked around the space-port. It was a cold enough day to see his breath in the air, but that hadn't stopped the Bespinians from turning out in great number to board one of the many refugee ships leaving the system. Xroghu wasn't particularly cold, but nonetheless he had covered himself in a loose robe that hid most of his features. Bespin was a predominantly human world, and the red skinned Sith did not want to draw unneeded attention to himself. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]The throng of travellers loitered in front of the refugee craft impatient to board and be on their way. The craft itself was a decrepit mass, nothing about it had ever been elegant and years of use had left it in disrepair. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt][member="JanesBatter"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Xroghu pulled his hood tightly over his head as he looked around the space-port. It was a cold enough day to see his breath in the air, but that hadn't stopped the Bespinians from turning out in great number to board one of the many refugee ships leaving the system. Xroghu wasn't particularly cold, but nonetheless he had covered himself in a loose robe that hid most of his features. Bespin was a predominantly human world, and the red skinned Sith did not want to draw unneeded attention to himself. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]The throng of travellers loitered in front of the refugee craft impatient to board and be on their way. The craft itself was a decrepit mass, nothing about it had ever been elegant and years of use had left it in disrepair. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt][member="JanesBatter"][/SIZE]