Perfectionist
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
The handsome man, walked slowly through the streets of Tatooine, whistling a soft tune every know and again, flashing some of the women brief winks as he passed them. He wore his casual black cloak, and his hood was up as he wandered; shielded by the night's darkness.
He wasn't particularly looking for someone. Just merely, wandering. Looking for purpose, though he tried to play it off cool - as he does with everything - though, he was stop as if something was driving him down the alleyway to this right. Following his senses he headed down the alley, taking another right into a dead end.
He retrieved his datapad, and scanned the immediate area for lifeforms, one appearing all of a sudden.
The handsome man, walked slowly through the streets of Tatooine, whistling a soft tune every know and again, flashing some of the women brief winks as he passed them. He wore his casual black cloak, and his hood was up as he wandered; shielded by the night's darkness.
He wasn't particularly looking for someone. Just merely, wandering. Looking for purpose, though he tried to play it off cool - as he does with everything - though, he was stop as if something was driving him down the alleyway to this right. Following his senses he headed down the alley, taking another right into a dead end.
He retrieved his datapad, and scanned the immediate area for lifeforms, one appearing all of a sudden.