Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Gherron was exhausted from the night before, having participating in yet another swoop race. They were fun, but they always left him worn out. In his room at the Jedi temple, he watched as the sun began to set, an amazing sight he never got over. Sitting at his windowsill, his face was bathed in the soft glow that radiated from the giant ball of fire. It was definitely a nice feeling. Picking up his sketch pad, he flipped through a few pages of designs he had been thinking up. His most recent idea: a set of armor. More recent designs had him take it down to individual pieces, like bracers and chest plates. Fining the most recent one, he found himself looking at a chest armoring with designs covering the front. He was rather proud of this one, as it had taken him a little longer to think up.
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