The Emerald Flame
Diana Sophistica
Location: Vondarc
Equipment: The battle armor, Lightsaber
Tag:
Aselia Verd
It's fresh. Still cold, nothing like her training world but still. The fresh smell of the wind that brushes through the hills and mountains that surround the town, it smells like a soft reminder of what a dream would smell like. The hint of grass and mountain air mingled into the herbs and spices of the towns market place that the woman walked through. She loved the smell and presence of everything around her here. Early mornings like this would lend themselves to be a reminder of what training at her old ship would be like. The woman moved sluggish, not overly so, but with noticeable weight behind every move. As the heavy metal of her armour dragged her down, she moved through this town. She didn't intend to train, but ended up settling for walking around in this armour to help boost her stamina as well she could.
Every step was heavy, not helped by the weight her left side had over the right. The metal prosthetic's that were attached to her body, her lost left arm and left leg taken instead to become an artificial one that she had not bothered to cover with artificial skin. As such the plates and bolts showed the intrigue design of the piece's. She took metal step after softened step, one after another. As she stepped into the dishevelled bar that she had been given the name of. A contact had told her of the bar, known to be a place where the occasional CIS contacts would gather. Having been part of the CIS for only a short while, Diana was trying to familiarise herself with some of the customs of the confederacy. She let out a sigh, the place she just entered was nice and warm. Comfortable but unfamiliar. Her bright red hair illuminate with the bright electric light above the bar. The small silver bangles in her hair reflecting it in random directions, and drawing the attention away from the woman's face. It was fair, her skin soft and her eyes bright green. On closer inspection it would be clear the woman has been in many fights. The skin that seemed so fair was scarred in many places. Her left side of her face carrying heavy scarring and her eye seemed damaged. The green of her iris blurred, but a small amount of Force energy allowed her to use Force sight to compensate. Piece of her left ear was missing, and her skin bore heavy scars that would never heal fully. But it only took her a second to use her metal hand to brush the hair out of her face, and show she was OK with her appearance regardless of the damage.
Her slow deliberate steps took her to the bar, a large alien of a species she did not know, she ordered a brew and took it to an empty seat. It was crowded, and few spaces remained. It took her a second to swing her leg over the wood bench and sit down. The heavy armour she wore a collection of metal plates and leather with chain mail. It was something she had collected and made herself. The pieces were heavy and worked against her if she ever had to jump, but luckily she had the Force to help with that. The woman put down her drink. One she had never seen or heard of before, but was given to her upon telling the barkeep she was looking for a CIS contact. It took her a second to let the dull music of the bar drone out against the sound of her metal armour tapping the wood when she bounced her leg up and down for a bit while waiting.
Location: Vondarc
Equipment: The battle armor, Lightsaber
Tag:
Aselia Verd
It's fresh. Still cold, nothing like her training world but still. The fresh smell of the wind that brushes through the hills and mountains that surround the town, it smells like a soft reminder of what a dream would smell like. The hint of grass and mountain air mingled into the herbs and spices of the towns market place that the woman walked through. She loved the smell and presence of everything around her here. Early mornings like this would lend themselves to be a reminder of what training at her old ship would be like. The woman moved sluggish, not overly so, but with noticeable weight behind every move. As the heavy metal of her armour dragged her down, she moved through this town. She didn't intend to train, but ended up settling for walking around in this armour to help boost her stamina as well she could.
Every step was heavy, not helped by the weight her left side had over the right. The metal prosthetic's that were attached to her body, her lost left arm and left leg taken instead to become an artificial one that she had not bothered to cover with artificial skin. As such the plates and bolts showed the intrigue design of the piece's. She took metal step after softened step, one after another. As she stepped into the dishevelled bar that she had been given the name of. A contact had told her of the bar, known to be a place where the occasional CIS contacts would gather. Having been part of the CIS for only a short while, Diana was trying to familiarise herself with some of the customs of the confederacy. She let out a sigh, the place she just entered was nice and warm. Comfortable but unfamiliar. Her bright red hair illuminate with the bright electric light above the bar. The small silver bangles in her hair reflecting it in random directions, and drawing the attention away from the woman's face. It was fair, her skin soft and her eyes bright green. On closer inspection it would be clear the woman has been in many fights. The skin that seemed so fair was scarred in many places. Her left side of her face carrying heavy scarring and her eye seemed damaged. The green of her iris blurred, but a small amount of Force energy allowed her to use Force sight to compensate. Piece of her left ear was missing, and her skin bore heavy scars that would never heal fully. But it only took her a second to use her metal hand to brush the hair out of her face, and show she was OK with her appearance regardless of the damage.
Her slow deliberate steps took her to the bar, a large alien of a species she did not know, she ordered a brew and took it to an empty seat. It was crowded, and few spaces remained. It took her a second to swing her leg over the wood bench and sit down. The heavy armour she wore a collection of metal plates and leather with chain mail. It was something she had collected and made herself. The pieces were heavy and worked against her if she ever had to jump, but luckily she had the Force to help with that. The woman put down her drink. One she had never seen or heard of before, but was given to her upon telling the barkeep she was looking for a CIS contact. It took her a second to let the dull music of the bar drone out against the sound of her metal armour tapping the wood when she bounced her leg up and down for a bit while waiting.
