Rowan Harlow
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 98
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Finishing the last drag of his cigar, Rowan put the stub out and left it in the ash tray in the waiting room. The office they were in belonged to the head of Trump Productions, the largest and most trusted media company in the Imperial Republica. The hope was that he and his mentor of sorts, Eddard Thul-Drast, could convince this man to become a bit more pro-Imperial in his productions. Something the two of him could guide him to do, if needed. That was Plan A, the best solution to their current problem. If he wasn't willing to listen to a reasonable proposal, though...Well, there was always Plan B.
His red hair was cut to ear length, his bangs fixed so that it fell just over his right eye in a way that was stylish yet not inhibiting his view. He wore a black bowler hat over his crimson locks, making his striking green eyes pop just that little bit more. The white coat he wore over a black undershirt was of the quality found among typical nobility, the black pants and deep brown shoes he wore making look incredibly well dressed. He had fitted the clothes himself, though, which meant that despite their looks they also gave him excellent mobility that was almost deceptive for their style. In his hands was a cane, it's head made out of carved Tiger's Eye and fancy enough to be found in any part of the Emperor's court. His lightsaber was hidden, not to be used to but out of sight to not give off the wrong impression. For now he waited for the two of them to be let in to see the head of the company, longer than they were initially told. Typical. He hoped Eddard wouldn't be too upset by the intentional delay.
His red hair was cut to ear length, his bangs fixed so that it fell just over his right eye in a way that was stylish yet not inhibiting his view. He wore a black bowler hat over his crimson locks, making his striking green eyes pop just that little bit more. The white coat he wore over a black undershirt was of the quality found among typical nobility, the black pants and deep brown shoes he wore making look incredibly well dressed. He had fitted the clothes himself, though, which meant that despite their looks they also gave him excellent mobility that was almost deceptive for their style. In his hands was a cane, it's head made out of carved Tiger's Eye and fancy enough to be found in any part of the Emperor's court. His lightsaber was hidden, not to be used to but out of sight to not give off the wrong impression. For now he waited for the two of them to be let in to see the head of the company, longer than they were initially told. Typical. He hoped Eddard wouldn't be too upset by the intentional delay.
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