Character
Dagos walked along the beach feeling the sand under his feet, chit was mad hot boy, cooked by the high sun overhead, slowly being bleached and becoming that wonderful white color everyone was so over the moon about when it came to sand. He had to admit, it did look pretty stunning next to the incredibly blue water of Spira’s ocean. Growing up on Nar Shaddaa, Dagos hadn’t seen a beach before going to Kashyyyk, where he had been stunned into silence by the sheer vastness of it. It didn’t take long though for him to move past his awe and spend a couple hours each day during the summer months on that planet down in the water with the wookies.
He wasn’t on Spira for no reason, he had gotten a message from Iris, a fellow padawan, that a group of apprentices was meeting up to kick it out on the sand. He came wearing his beach best, obviously bare foot, a pair of purple swim trunks that stopped just above the knee, a white tank top…he didn’t really want to answer questions about the scars that covered the front of his body so he wore the shirt even if some of the scars were visible at the top. He wore blue tinted sunglasses, his blue studded earrings, a fitted straight bill cap with the logo of his favorite boca ball team in the Tarisian league, the Vau district Vornskr, and of course he had his rope chain.
In between his lips with a spliff half full of avabush. Dag had been using the stuff to try and help him sleep but had recently found smoking half a dose was a good way to just mellow out. He lit the end and breathed deep, smoking all the spice in the spliff with one pull. He let the smoke billow out of his mouth slowly tucking his smoking device into hat as he walked up to the group.
Some of the people were out in the water, he couldn’t tell who from where he was but he found a group of people he was familiar with standing around a holoprojection of someone he was not familiar with. He blew the rest of the smoke out through his nose and walked up to his friends…or the people he had met before.
“Hey, Iris. Hey June. Ice man. What up?” He greeted them
“Oh hey, Dagos.” He said to
Mathieu Brion
pointing to himself as an introduction “What up though?”
Justice Lesan
Iris Arani
Juno Sabat
Ara Sheridan
Rhemti Totriddiam
Kyell Laysel
He wasn’t on Spira for no reason, he had gotten a message from Iris, a fellow padawan, that a group of apprentices was meeting up to kick it out on the sand. He came wearing his beach best, obviously bare foot, a pair of purple swim trunks that stopped just above the knee, a white tank top…he didn’t really want to answer questions about the scars that covered the front of his body so he wore the shirt even if some of the scars were visible at the top. He wore blue tinted sunglasses, his blue studded earrings, a fitted straight bill cap with the logo of his favorite boca ball team in the Tarisian league, the Vau district Vornskr, and of course he had his rope chain.
In between his lips with a spliff half full of avabush. Dag had been using the stuff to try and help him sleep but had recently found smoking half a dose was a good way to just mellow out. He lit the end and breathed deep, smoking all the spice in the spliff with one pull. He let the smoke billow out of his mouth slowly tucking his smoking device into hat as he walked up to the group.
Some of the people were out in the water, he couldn’t tell who from where he was but he found a group of people he was familiar with standing around a holoprojection of someone he was not familiar with. He blew the rest of the smoke out through his nose and walked up to his friends…or the people he had met before.
“Hey, Iris. Hey June. Ice man. What up?” He greeted them
“Oh hey, Dagos.” He said to
Mathieu Brion
pointing to himself as an introduction “What up though?”
Justice Lesan
Iris Arani
Juno Sabat
Ara Sheridan
Rhemti Totriddiam
Kyell Laysel