Resident President Meme
It was somewhat amusing really, a year or two ago and Darlyn would've been hunting a Jedi, fully intending to put a bolt through their head, take a picture, and collect payment. Now? He was sitting in the Illaria woodlands, not terribly far from Commenor's new Force Praxeum, waiting for a Jedi to come for a friendly sparing match. Of course the darksider was heavily suspicious, Jedi weren't known to be fond of those cloaked in darkness such as himself, but the man clad in Desperado armor hardly felt afraid.
On his hips were his weapons, the blaster and drifter shotgun having been left behind to save on space and show his goodwill. He didn't wear the helmet, letting his face and scarred neck remain visible, but had his hat on to cover the mess of red hair. After a while, he heard the sound of approaching individuals, and felt the growing presence of someone wrapped in light. The man nodded, and rose to his feet to welcome them, hopefully without issue.
[member="Piper Lovelady"]
On his hips were his weapons, the blaster and drifter shotgun having been left behind to save on space and show his goodwill. He didn't wear the helmet, letting his face and scarred neck remain visible, but had his hat on to cover the mess of red hair. After a while, he heard the sound of approaching individuals, and felt the growing presence of someone wrapped in light. The man nodded, and rose to his feet to welcome them, hopefully without issue.
[member="Piper Lovelady"]