Kail Myn
Character
Mos Eisley... A wretched hive of scum and villainy; the obvious location to find a Jedi. Okay, not really.
Kail had found her way in unknown space far away from the Jedi Temple on Voss where she had made herself home for the last six years. Now she was on her own again, having abandoned the Silver Jedi Order for reasons yet unknown. Wearing her usual getup she topped in a white dress that stopped just where the thighs began and from there covered in ivory tights and a pair of brown boots that rose past the ankles. Two feather hairpins tucked her short hair back in a rather out-of-place fashion compared to the usual sort that inhabited Tatooine.
The young woman lacked all essential manners and stuck out like a bleeding Bantha in the snow.
Walking through the crowd of people she pushed her way through without any particular form or order, even arousing the frustration of those who probably kill for a living. Finally her eyes set themselves upon a sign that was simply labeled, Cantina, the obvious location to grab a drink and get the information one needs. What she was looking for was again as mysterious as her reason for being here.
Taking a seat at a far end table she looked back to her shoulder, the usually soft skin was infected along an open wound. The green skin was oozing some sort of puss.
"Damn it." She cursed to help sooth the pain; whether or not that actually worked.
[member="Kiber Dorn"] | @... Ah you know who you are.
Kail had found her way in unknown space far away from the Jedi Temple on Voss where she had made herself home for the last six years. Now she was on her own again, having abandoned the Silver Jedi Order for reasons yet unknown. Wearing her usual getup she topped in a white dress that stopped just where the thighs began and from there covered in ivory tights and a pair of brown boots that rose past the ankles. Two feather hairpins tucked her short hair back in a rather out-of-place fashion compared to the usual sort that inhabited Tatooine.
The young woman lacked all essential manners and stuck out like a bleeding Bantha in the snow.
Walking through the crowd of people she pushed her way through without any particular form or order, even arousing the frustration of those who probably kill for a living. Finally her eyes set themselves upon a sign that was simply labeled, Cantina, the obvious location to grab a drink and get the information one needs. What she was looking for was again as mysterious as her reason for being here.
Taking a seat at a far end table she looked back to her shoulder, the usually soft skin was infected along an open wound. The green skin was oozing some sort of puss.
"Damn it." She cursed to help sooth the pain; whether or not that actually worked.
[member="Kiber Dorn"] | @... Ah you know who you are.
