WelshPsych
Rawr!!!
Yuroic had never been one for travelling, he had been on ships and smuggled in space but never really visited many planets. It always seemed he returned to Nar Shaddaa. However, that old life was behind him and now he had arrived on Cularin, it was a planet of interest for him as it was meant to have a strong Force connection. He was interested in how the planet worked and what he could feel through the Force. Although, that was just a secondary reason of interest, he had learnt that there was a Jedi princess on the planet as well. Hoping to learn more from her or even have a conversation with her would be a big step for Yuroic. A man from extremely humble beginnings.
He entered the front doors to the palace, wearing his Jedi Padawan robes as he often did. He stroked them furiously trying to rid them of creases, thankfully there were no stains as he had washed them. He held a chuckle as he remembered how dirty they would get when he was first training. He could have possibly worn street wear but he didn't feel comfortable in that yet, preferring the feel of his robes for now, a reminder of his status. His braid falling down his right shoulder as he tucked it behind his ear. It was a tradition he grew it though he hated the long thin braid.
He had tidied himself well for this meeting and he was happy with how he had presented himself, though he knew that it would be nothing compared to the princess he was to meet. He was all too familiar with royalty, having seen the proceedings between the Silver Jedi Order and the Iron Empire, he had seen several members of royalty and their attire. It was beyond him how one could get clothing to look so wonderful but then perhaps it was because of their stature or just by nature. He stood, slightly nervous but intrigued to meet this fellow Jedi.
[member="Rae Jarrus"]
He entered the front doors to the palace, wearing his Jedi Padawan robes as he often did. He stroked them furiously trying to rid them of creases, thankfully there were no stains as he had washed them. He held a chuckle as he remembered how dirty they would get when he was first training. He could have possibly worn street wear but he didn't feel comfortable in that yet, preferring the feel of his robes for now, a reminder of his status. His braid falling down his right shoulder as he tucked it behind his ear. It was a tradition he grew it though he hated the long thin braid.
He had tidied himself well for this meeting and he was happy with how he had presented himself, though he knew that it would be nothing compared to the princess he was to meet. He was all too familiar with royalty, having seen the proceedings between the Silver Jedi Order and the Iron Empire, he had seen several members of royalty and their attire. It was beyond him how one could get clothing to look so wonderful but then perhaps it was because of their stature or just by nature. He stood, slightly nervous but intrigued to meet this fellow Jedi.
[member="Rae Jarrus"]