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Dzari'Ncuna
I can almost taste the darkness, it's that close. The years I'd spent on the streets, every thing I have seen and done, all culminated to this very moment. Evil is in everything, everyone. But no one wishes to acknowledge the fact. Power is the commodity that matters, everything else is just a means to it. Whether we exploit ourselves or others, in the end it is for a degree of control.
As I loom closer to my prey I let all my memories go, I become one with the moment. The hunt is all I know right then. She doesn't know who I am as she smiles that seducting smile. The woman thinks it is her charm that brings me in, but really it is mine that lowers her guard. The smell of perfume lingers in the air, combining with deathstick smoke to form a pungent stench.
We go to her room, talking quietly. I whisper sweet nothings and she swoons, weakening her for what comes next. When we get to her room she opens the door and heads in with an alluring saunter. I admit, I am attracted even more to her. This one will fetch a high price on the market, if I decide to sell her. I go inside and shut the door behind me as she plops down on the plush bed. Her hand circles a place next to her, inviting me to sit down. I do it.
The next morning everything becomes clear to her as the human woman wakes up with a slave collar around her neck. The sight of her wrapped in the scarlet blanket with the device around her neck is one I capture with a holorecorder to present to buyers. Just in case. Suprisingly she doesn't seem to be upset, as if she were resigned to such a fate from the beginning. Better for me, it means I'll spend less time breaking her.
Handing her a cloak I tell her to wear it and cover her face. When she moves to collect her belonging I stop her. Where she is going she won't need them. Instead I fasten the cloak so that her features remain hidden while she walks and I lead her back out to the main hall. We move through the main lobby of the inn, passing by the bar where I met her. The woman casts a glance that way and I snap my fingers to gain her attention. She nods and follows me closely with her eyes set on the ground.
We arrive at my ship, the Cobalt, a personal shuttle. The side opens as I get near, revealing a luxurious interior. Inside the ship is lined with fourteen seats, seven on each side. At the back a door leads to my private chambers, but I don't lead her there. To the right of us, sitting on a seat is a blue, silk slave-girls net outfit designed to leave little to the imagination. Only the most personal parts are covered by cloth.
Without waiting for my word she changes into it while I move to the cockpit and begin inputting coordinates into the navcomputer. After a few moments I get up and return to the passenger compartment to find her gone. In her place is a large briefcase which I go to and open. What I see in front of me evokes a semblance of a smile in my face for a very scarce moment. Credits sit there, along with multiple datapads and journals for my next targets. Kill or enslave, that's how I work.
I have a list of bounties to go after, all are women. I prefer that. Some of which will require my other talents. Though I rarely use the Force for simple target's such as last night's.
Role Plays:
Decisions
Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Male
Homeplanet: Ryloth
Languages Known: Basic, Ryl
Age: 25
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 141 lbs.
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Green
Gender: Male
Homeplanet: Ryloth
Languages Known: Basic, Ryl
Age: 25
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 141 lbs.
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Green
I can almost taste the darkness, it's that close. The years I'd spent on the streets, every thing I have seen and done, all culminated to this very moment. Evil is in everything, everyone. But no one wishes to acknowledge the fact. Power is the commodity that matters, everything else is just a means to it. Whether we exploit ourselves or others, in the end it is for a degree of control.
As I loom closer to my prey I let all my memories go, I become one with the moment. The hunt is all I know right then. She doesn't know who I am as she smiles that seducting smile. The woman thinks it is her charm that brings me in, but really it is mine that lowers her guard. The smell of perfume lingers in the air, combining with deathstick smoke to form a pungent stench.
We go to her room, talking quietly. I whisper sweet nothings and she swoons, weakening her for what comes next. When we get to her room she opens the door and heads in with an alluring saunter. I admit, I am attracted even more to her. This one will fetch a high price on the market, if I decide to sell her. I go inside and shut the door behind me as she plops down on the plush bed. Her hand circles a place next to her, inviting me to sit down. I do it.
The next morning everything becomes clear to her as the human woman wakes up with a slave collar around her neck. The sight of her wrapped in the scarlet blanket with the device around her neck is one I capture with a holorecorder to present to buyers. Just in case. Suprisingly she doesn't seem to be upset, as if she were resigned to such a fate from the beginning. Better for me, it means I'll spend less time breaking her.
Handing her a cloak I tell her to wear it and cover her face. When she moves to collect her belonging I stop her. Where she is going she won't need them. Instead I fasten the cloak so that her features remain hidden while she walks and I lead her back out to the main hall. We move through the main lobby of the inn, passing by the bar where I met her. The woman casts a glance that way and I snap my fingers to gain her attention. She nods and follows me closely with her eyes set on the ground.
We arrive at my ship, the Cobalt, a personal shuttle. The side opens as I get near, revealing a luxurious interior. Inside the ship is lined with fourteen seats, seven on each side. At the back a door leads to my private chambers, but I don't lead her there. To the right of us, sitting on a seat is a blue, silk slave-girls net outfit designed to leave little to the imagination. Only the most personal parts are covered by cloth.
Without waiting for my word she changes into it while I move to the cockpit and begin inputting coordinates into the navcomputer. After a few moments I get up and return to the passenger compartment to find her gone. In her place is a large briefcase which I go to and open. What I see in front of me evokes a semblance of a smile in my face for a very scarce moment. Credits sit there, along with multiple datapads and journals for my next targets. Kill or enslave, that's how I work.
I have a list of bounties to go after, all are women. I prefer that. Some of which will require my other talents. Though I rarely use the Force for simple target's such as last night's.
Force Sense
Affect Mind
Force Push/Pull
Force Empathy
Affect Mind
Force Push/Pull
Force Empathy
Role Plays:
Decisions
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