Zathra Fett
Graffiti and Art are the same thing, right?
[member="Jardo Snow"]
Chroma Zed, a peaceful world...that most people use as a vaction spot. Although, peaceful places always encounter danger and conflict...such is the way of things. Their can be no type of "peace" without "conflict." The gloomy clouds held a heavy overcast of possible rain but the rain was yet to appear, only the gloominess was visible at this moment. A young woman walked along one single large street upon Chroma Zed. She wore a brown cloak with her black mandalorion armor underneath, her face was hidden underneath a black mandalorion helmet with purple and orange art painted upon it. A highly decorated silver lightsaber hilt lay strapped to her right thigh via a leather belt with a silver ring holding the hilt in place. It wasn't even the woman's lightsaber....it was her father's. The woman looked around suddenly and quickly, she had sensed something quite unusual....which might spell trouble.
Chroma Zed, a peaceful world...that most people use as a vaction spot. Although, peaceful places always encounter danger and conflict...such is the way of things. Their can be no type of "peace" without "conflict." The gloomy clouds held a heavy overcast of possible rain but the rain was yet to appear, only the gloominess was visible at this moment. A young woman walked along one single large street upon Chroma Zed. She wore a brown cloak with her black mandalorion armor underneath, her face was hidden underneath a black mandalorion helmet with purple and orange art painted upon it. A highly decorated silver lightsaber hilt lay strapped to her right thigh via a leather belt with a silver ring holding the hilt in place. It wasn't even the woman's lightsaber....it was her father's. The woman looked around suddenly and quickly, she had sensed something quite unusual....which might spell trouble.
