Llkt'tudrin'wyshd
Feathered Hunter
With a small room, a single set of four candles provided the only light. Within the flickering sphere of illumination a series of leather bound books with sheaves of Bantha hide parchment inside lay open and scattered along a table. Written within the books were numerous lines of neat and small writing that was scribed at different angles. Many paragraphs seemed to have hash lines slashed through them. The single book that did not contain any writing was wide open, exposing the drawing of a human brain, complete with labelled areas and groups of synapses. Scattered among the books where tine sticks of graphite, most of them warn down to a flat tip while only a few had their point left. Currently one of those sticks was being tapped against the wooden table.
The ringing sound of steady taps flew through the room, joining with the constant sound of cracks and pops as the flames of the candles slowly burnt through their fuse and wax. The mixtures of sound was joined in the air by the faint smell of gunpowder and wax, swirling amongst the sound to create an unseen maelstrom above the shadowy figure that could only just be recognises in the low light.
A hand suddenly snatched out and wrapped around the base of a candle holder. With a sharp tug, unmindful of the spilled melted wax, the figure held the red, yellow, orange and black flame as close as it dared to the book containing the diagram. The change in light also revealed the figure.
He was a young man with a long and shaggy mop of blonde, almost golden, hair on top of his head. Strands of hair fell down from their nest and reached towards the purple eyes, the right of which contained a Nervus of Ota that completely covered the whites of his right eye. However, they could not reach as glasses perched on the end of a thin nose prevented it. These glasses were unique compared to the standard glasses seen in the galaxy as the right arm that had two attachments, one identical to the other. These attachments were simple glass frames which could hold two lenses each, one concave the other convex, serving as magnifying glasses when they were lowered in front of the right lenses of the normal glasses.
The only part of the body of the male was his torso, which was clad in a dark brown silk tunic that had two belts looped over the top. One was a leather belt and was strapped tight to his body while the second one, a rope was, was hung loose towards his knees. Underneath the opening of the tunic, a beige undershirt with no sleeves could be easily seen. The colour of his shirt was the same as the gloves that covered the figure's hands. Around his neck was a silver hourglass while, hanging from his tunic pocket, was a silver watch that the watch hung from.
With a growl of frustration, Ydrin removed his glasses and held the bridge of his nose. His current project was proving to be trouble for even the young Nabooian genius. Leaning backwards in his chair, Ydrin rubbed at his nose and let out a tired ground. He could only hope that the people he had asked to join would be able to help him in some way.
[member="Doctor Azure"].
The ringing sound of steady taps flew through the room, joining with the constant sound of cracks and pops as the flames of the candles slowly burnt through their fuse and wax. The mixtures of sound was joined in the air by the faint smell of gunpowder and wax, swirling amongst the sound to create an unseen maelstrom above the shadowy figure that could only just be recognises in the low light.
A hand suddenly snatched out and wrapped around the base of a candle holder. With a sharp tug, unmindful of the spilled melted wax, the figure held the red, yellow, orange and black flame as close as it dared to the book containing the diagram. The change in light also revealed the figure.
He was a young man with a long and shaggy mop of blonde, almost golden, hair on top of his head. Strands of hair fell down from their nest and reached towards the purple eyes, the right of which contained a Nervus of Ota that completely covered the whites of his right eye. However, they could not reach as glasses perched on the end of a thin nose prevented it. These glasses were unique compared to the standard glasses seen in the galaxy as the right arm that had two attachments, one identical to the other. These attachments were simple glass frames which could hold two lenses each, one concave the other convex, serving as magnifying glasses when they were lowered in front of the right lenses of the normal glasses.
The only part of the body of the male was his torso, which was clad in a dark brown silk tunic that had two belts looped over the top. One was a leather belt and was strapped tight to his body while the second one, a rope was, was hung loose towards his knees. Underneath the opening of the tunic, a beige undershirt with no sleeves could be easily seen. The colour of his shirt was the same as the gloves that covered the figure's hands. Around his neck was a silver hourglass while, hanging from his tunic pocket, was a silver watch that the watch hung from.
With a growl of frustration, Ydrin removed his glasses and held the bridge of his nose. His current project was proving to be trouble for even the young Nabooian genius. Leaning backwards in his chair, Ydrin rubbed at his nose and let out a tired ground. He could only hope that the people he had asked to join would be able to help him in some way.
[member="Doctor Azure"].
