Ξεχασμένος
Coruscant
Around 7:50
It'd been almost six months since his most recent loss, but the pain of it had faded away to nothingness, only a fragment of his soul. The pain only made him stronger, and he was no longer worried about his alignment, Dark, Light, whatever. Revenge was the only thing on his mind mostly. But then there was the one thing that kept pushing its way to the top, someone whom he just recently get even remotely close to him. Somehow, the young, loving [member="Kimiko"] had managed to land a spot on his good list, despite his efforts to stay away from attachment, she slipped past his defenses.
Rising, he dusted him self off, his fiery gaze reflecting off the chrome surface of exhaust pipes for his Homemade bike, not a speeder bike, an actual chopper...with wheels. Everyone called hims crazy for building it, but he didn't care. It was loud, and it was just as fast as most the speeders out there. Wiping the grease of his hand, he opened the fridge, leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in hand. After working for so long, he was covered in grease and oil. Luckily, he had nothing planned, so a long shower sounded good. Just after making a late dinner things would start winding down.