Wanderer
The Knight was drawn to Tatooine. Not entirely knowing why, she suspected it had something to do with the slave trade. Something she could not support. Having been a slave growing up, the tattoo on her arm almost seemed to tingle as she walked through the ramshackle market.
For the most part, these kinds of things had been abolished in civilized worlds. Tatooine might be considered one, but as she wandered the dusty roads, she knew it wasn't civilized. Letting out a growl, she clenched her fist tightly and pretended to be interested in making a purchase.
Her garb was made for the desert, and she fit in easily. A scarf hung around her neck, and her lightsaber was hidden among the folds of her tunic. Walking with some confidence, she sensed somebody watching her. Maybe it was one of the guards or another patron. Seo no longer carried herself or acted like a slave, and it was another lifetime ago when she had been one.
Keeping her sleeves down, she didn't want that tattoo showing. Even if it had faded considerably, it was still something she wore and always would. Stopping at one of the cages, she came eye-to-eye with a young teen. One who reminded her of herself when she had been that age. The lost look of hopelessness, maybe a touch of fear, but she did not enjoy seeing the hope fade from the eyes of these people.
Kalic Daws
For the most part, these kinds of things had been abolished in civilized worlds. Tatooine might be considered one, but as she wandered the dusty roads, she knew it wasn't civilized. Letting out a growl, she clenched her fist tightly and pretended to be interested in making a purchase.
Her garb was made for the desert, and she fit in easily. A scarf hung around her neck, and her lightsaber was hidden among the folds of her tunic. Walking with some confidence, she sensed somebody watching her. Maybe it was one of the guards or another patron. Seo no longer carried herself or acted like a slave, and it was another lifetime ago when she had been one.
Keeping her sleeves down, she didn't want that tattoo showing. Even if it had faded considerably, it was still something she wore and always would. Stopping at one of the cages, she came eye-to-eye with a young teen. One who reminded her of herself when she had been that age. The lost look of hopelessness, maybe a touch of fear, but she did not enjoy seeing the hope fade from the eyes of these people.
