Post by Deckard Longhorn on May 19, 2007 22:16:42 GMT -5
Name: Deckard Alivan Longhorn
Age: (Approx.) 23
Race: Human
Personality: Easily Aggitated, And Very Distant
History: Deckard knows nothing of his past except that his father was a Jedi knight. After years of searching he has yet to find out anything on his past.
Weapons (If any): A Blue Lightsaber,
Sample RP, in character: (Three paragraphs or more, please)
He walked briskly and quietly through the entrance to the Mos Eisley cantina, as usual the smell of smoke and sweat flooded his senses as he walked towards the back to his usual table. He did not know why he kept coming back to this paticular cantina, But he did. As he walked silently not paying any attention to anyone in paticular he over heard the mutter of two Twi' Leks. Imperial Informants he concluded. He hated the Empire but he also hated the rebellion.
He took a seat at his usual table at the far back of the catina, Away from most of the noise. As expected the young human waitress walked towards his table. He never took that much interest in her other than he knew her name to be sahra. As Sahra approached he rummaged through a pocket for some credits. Finding the credits he needed in time he straightend up as she approached.
"Your usual Mr. Longhorn" Sahra said
"Please Sahra" Deckard said.
He handed her the credits and leaned back. Closing his eyes and begining to meditate until his Juri Juice arrived. Alot of things ran through his mind. Too many for him to keep track of in fact. Several minutes passed and finally Sahra approached his tabel and awoke him from his trance as she set the drink on the table.............
Age: (Approx.) 23
Race: Human
Personality: Easily Aggitated, And Very Distant
History: Deckard knows nothing of his past except that his father was a Jedi knight. After years of searching he has yet to find out anything on his past.
Weapons (If any): A Blue Lightsaber,
Sample RP, in character: (Three paragraphs or more, please)
He walked briskly and quietly through the entrance to the Mos Eisley cantina, as usual the smell of smoke and sweat flooded his senses as he walked towards the back to his usual table. He did not know why he kept coming back to this paticular cantina, But he did. As he walked silently not paying any attention to anyone in paticular he over heard the mutter of two Twi' Leks. Imperial Informants he concluded. He hated the Empire but he also hated the rebellion.
He took a seat at his usual table at the far back of the catina, Away from most of the noise. As expected the young human waitress walked towards his table. He never took that much interest in her other than he knew her name to be sahra. As Sahra approached he rummaged through a pocket for some credits. Finding the credits he needed in time he straightend up as she approached.
"Your usual Mr. Longhorn" Sahra said
"Please Sahra" Deckard said.
He handed her the credits and leaned back. Closing his eyes and begining to meditate until his Juri Juice arrived. Alot of things ran through his mind. Too many for him to keep track of in fact. Several minutes passed and finally Sahra approached his tabel and awoke him from his trance as she set the drink on the table.............
