Santiago
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Name's Santi. Charmed. Here's the deal: a score-odd years ago there's this guy, yeah? Some kid, fresh out of school. Had wine in his eyes, those wet, doey things. Soft around the edges, waif-thin. Thought he owned...
Ryiek
Journal
NAME: Ryiek
AGE: Thirties
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
LEVEL: One
JOB: Gambler
OTHER JOB: Vagabond
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 189lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Gray
Soliloquy.
Another stain, another star. They come and go, wax and wane. Beautiful, really. Disgusting...
Salvtore forgot where he found himself. Some speck of dust on the outer rim, inhabited by tongues both foreign and not; some hub of activity where the weary came to rest, where the rested sat to die. Recalling to oneself the weight of responsibility on the fringes of civilization came at a cost...
"Strong this planet is with the Force."
"It is one of the purest places in the galaxy."
―Yoda and the spirit of Qui-Gon Jinn
The dancer danced to such music as any cared to play. Alcyone, alight in the mist, sweat rolling from pores saturated with humidity, trudged through the swamps. Her knees...
coruscant
middle-levels
past
Ghouls wandered Coruscant tonight. Pale shadows dressed up in livery, stately in their gait. They meandered in clusters, murmurs held low on lips that sipped of the finest champagnes; victory, and it tasted sweet indeed. Callow waifs, eyes hard and weary from the...
The air held a metropolitan twang. Carbon dioxide, the thin haze of labor suffused the air, clung to sweat with an oily sheen. The sounds: the pattering of feet and buzz of engines overhead, of the spaceport writhing to each sonorous note of life that passed it by. They played and wove through...
Hello, my name's Toska and I'm a thread-aholic. Always down to write, up for exciting and new experiences, and looking to engage my current character in a slew of RP opportunities. Herein to organize for logistical purposes existing threads and promote the inception of progressive opportunities...
Got my Band geek, Constantine, looking to be a lawman and uphold the peace on some Sith protectorate. Wanted to know if there were any Sith peeps down to starting some trouble with me. Sith, SBZ, either works; break the law, get a scolding, schmooze in some jazz lounge or cabaret discussing...
Been posting a good number of these lately; third time's the charm. Got this char up recently, Constantine, southern gentleman, washed up opera singer, and an officer for the Sacred Band of Ziost. He's a bit of a rouge. Rough around the edges. Posh without knowing what to do with it.
And he's...
OOC, interest check, same deal. Posted this guy up: [link]
Need some savvy buccaneers to keep me company. Hit up a casino, discuss politics. Get kicked out of said casino. Start a fight with some local crime lord. Enter the drama. My plans are simple. I'm tossing in my latest char to have some...
His name was Ambrose, fresh off the boat from Corellia in a jumper with an old naval emblem emblazoned to his sleeve. Brushing his arms, he walked in the evening breeze; that artificial thing of dampened temperatures housing comfort in each digit. Finger after finger stretched, wound tight...
Cigarette butt hanging between lips, flakes of tobacco glinting in a transparisteel filter, take another pull. Dangle there, fill on the hedonistic pleasure staining lungs and inflating chests black with devil's claws. Desire of the sweetest sort; habit. Irrevocable, incapable of change. Stuck...
I've a new character, Dionysus, some prince of Quarzite. Dunno what that is; planet filled with quartz, I guess. Crystal lakes, underground caves. Courtly drama.
Toss in some danger. Have the nobles eliminated. Quasi terrorist activities in the embassies. Dionysus needing to be saved, total...
Chained to the underbelly of Quarzite's cavernous weave, Dionysus stood pale, languished in synthetic light that basked warmth in the world's depths. Splayed over velvet, sashes hugging the contours of his nigh naked frame, a docile look of irreverence stole over him. Cupped in palms that...
The blackened night sank into Salvatore's senses. Writhed beneath flesh, crawling in a tredecillion of vessicles. Bustling, bursting from the seams, awash with light and the oily thick of haze; translucent smoke, neon pouring in gaudy streams. Quavering where crowds disrupted its passage...