Zavzen Sae'ryx
A Modern Je'daii Ranger
Zavzen sat at one of the tables hidden at the back within the Red Beard Tavern on the humid, rainforest planet: Tortuga. A planet the the Expeditionary Fleet mainly had control over. Sighing the pale Zabrak leant back in his seat, resting his back against the wall and sipped at his drink, staring at the door all the while.
Recently Zavzen had come to terms with the fact that he may be dying due to a currently unknown illness and had been struck by a sudden need to have true friends for the second time in his life, the first since he had watched his brother in all but blood be slowly whipped to death. As such he had recently contacted a fellow member of the Expiditionary Fleet, [member="Tyranus Collik"], and had asked him to meet him at the Tavern so that they could share drinks.
Zavzen was currently wearing a fully fastened, up to the chin, silk tunic as well as matching trousers, a sash wrapped around his was and low heeled Getas. Strapped to his thigh was a holster, currently containing the Blaster Pistol he had been given by Vassara upon joining the Fleet, hidden through out his body were numerous knives and strapped to his left thigh was a special Three-Piece Staff. The most important weapons he had on him were his blade weapons, his lightsabers and swords. His lightsabers were hidden inside his tunic while his swords were inside their sheathes which were tied to the sash he was wearing.
Sighing, Zavzen closed his eyes and continued to sip at is drink, keeping an eye out through the use of the Force for the man he was waiting to meet.
Recently Zavzen had come to terms with the fact that he may be dying due to a currently unknown illness and had been struck by a sudden need to have true friends for the second time in his life, the first since he had watched his brother in all but blood be slowly whipped to death. As such he had recently contacted a fellow member of the Expiditionary Fleet, [member="Tyranus Collik"], and had asked him to meet him at the Tavern so that they could share drinks.
Zavzen was currently wearing a fully fastened, up to the chin, silk tunic as well as matching trousers, a sash wrapped around his was and low heeled Getas. Strapped to his thigh was a holster, currently containing the Blaster Pistol he had been given by Vassara upon joining the Fleet, hidden through out his body were numerous knives and strapped to his left thigh was a special Three-Piece Staff. The most important weapons he had on him were his blade weapons, his lightsabers and swords. His lightsabers were hidden inside his tunic while his swords were inside their sheathes which were tied to the sash he was wearing.
Sighing, Zavzen closed his eyes and continued to sip at is drink, keeping an eye out through the use of the Force for the man he was waiting to meet.