Kvelduf Ioscyn
Behold The Wolf
Exhaling heavily, a cloud of smoke billowed out from between slightly parted lips as Kvelduf Ioscyn leaned back in his seat, his booted feet kicked up on the table in front of him, Casting his eyes around him, Kvelduf took in the messy sight of his living quarters within Outlander, his highly modified freighter. Off to one side was his bed, the sheets of which were cast aside in a pile that was falling partway off of his bed, hanging from the end of which was his gunbelt. Scattered across the desk shoved into one corner of the small living space were datapads and flimsiplast, some covered in scrawled notes and a few of the datapads showing partially read books. Pinned against one of the walls were numerous sheets of flimsiplast detailing sketches of numerous different faces across many different species - all of them being personas that Kvelduf had spent time building - along with a short blurb about the persona.
Checking the chrono, Kvelduf scoffed slightly in annoyance, peering down at the datapad set in his lap; the datapad that remained blank of the message he had been waiting for. Removing the smouldering cigarette from between his lips, Kvelduf viciously twisted it against the messy table beneath his boots. With anger settling into place in his veins, frustration clearly etched across his features, Kvelduf kicked his feet off of his table, pushing himself to his feet with a slight groan as he felt the scar along his back protest against the movement.
Scooping up the shot glass that had been cast aside half an hour prior, he knocked it back, luxuriating in the burn of the scotch as it went down his throat. In fact, the burn was a welcome distraction from the rage beginning to curl within his chest. The agreement between him and his employer had been that he would be contacted within the deadly with instructions on where to collect his payment. Instead, it looked like the fool had tried to cheat him out of his credits. Something that Kvelduf would ensure would come back to bite her in the back.
Spinning on his heel, he grabbed his gun belt, fastening it around his waist with deft hands as he made his way through the recently emptied cargo hold, slamming a fist into the panel to the side of the ramp to lower it. On long strides, he walked out into the dock of the spaceport Outrider currently sat within, heading off in search of more alcohol and food as the ramp to his ship hissed closed behind him. The meagre supplies still onboard his ship were dwindling even further by the day, after all. Plus, this was, he'd have a chance to walk off some of his anger.
An hour later, Kvelduf was returning to his ship in a much more cheery mood, crates of supplies following behind him and a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Ushering the droids transporting his supplies onto his ship as the ramp lowered, directing them where to place everything, Kvelduf cast his eyes around the hanger in boredom. Taking note of the fact that a new ship had parked itself in the area to the right of his ship, he snorted in annoyance. He had paid extra to ensure that he would have the hanger to himself, to ensure that no one would be able to spy on him or have an excuse to be hanging around, but, the worker he had bribed had either accepted a larger bribe or simply decided to ignore the outlaws kind request.
Either way, a new name had been added to the list of people Kvelduf needed to have a conversation with.
Ushering the droids away once their duties were done, the sound of footsteps caught the Gurlanin's attention. Turning sharply, one hand dropping to rest on the grip of one of his pistols, an eyebrow cocked slightly as he took in the young woman approaching the ship next to his precious Outlander. Slowly running his steel grey gaze along her form, trying to spot any hidden weapons, Kvelduf raised his free hand in a two-fingered salute.
"That your ship, luv?" Smirking slightly, a hint of a threat threading into the expression, Kvelduf nodded slightly in a quick greeting. "What's your name."
[member="Loreena Arenais"]
Checking the chrono, Kvelduf scoffed slightly in annoyance, peering down at the datapad set in his lap; the datapad that remained blank of the message he had been waiting for. Removing the smouldering cigarette from between his lips, Kvelduf viciously twisted it against the messy table beneath his boots. With anger settling into place in his veins, frustration clearly etched across his features, Kvelduf kicked his feet off of his table, pushing himself to his feet with a slight groan as he felt the scar along his back protest against the movement.
Scooping up the shot glass that had been cast aside half an hour prior, he knocked it back, luxuriating in the burn of the scotch as it went down his throat. In fact, the burn was a welcome distraction from the rage beginning to curl within his chest. The agreement between him and his employer had been that he would be contacted within the deadly with instructions on where to collect his payment. Instead, it looked like the fool had tried to cheat him out of his credits. Something that Kvelduf would ensure would come back to bite her in the back.
Spinning on his heel, he grabbed his gun belt, fastening it around his waist with deft hands as he made his way through the recently emptied cargo hold, slamming a fist into the panel to the side of the ramp to lower it. On long strides, he walked out into the dock of the spaceport Outrider currently sat within, heading off in search of more alcohol and food as the ramp to his ship hissed closed behind him. The meagre supplies still onboard his ship were dwindling even further by the day, after all. Plus, this was, he'd have a chance to walk off some of his anger.
An hour later, Kvelduf was returning to his ship in a much more cheery mood, crates of supplies following behind him and a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Ushering the droids transporting his supplies onto his ship as the ramp lowered, directing them where to place everything, Kvelduf cast his eyes around the hanger in boredom. Taking note of the fact that a new ship had parked itself in the area to the right of his ship, he snorted in annoyance. He had paid extra to ensure that he would have the hanger to himself, to ensure that no one would be able to spy on him or have an excuse to be hanging around, but, the worker he had bribed had either accepted a larger bribe or simply decided to ignore the outlaws kind request.
Either way, a new name had been added to the list of people Kvelduf needed to have a conversation with.
Ushering the droids away once their duties were done, the sound of footsteps caught the Gurlanin's attention. Turning sharply, one hand dropping to rest on the grip of one of his pistols, an eyebrow cocked slightly as he took in the young woman approaching the ship next to his precious Outlander. Slowly running his steel grey gaze along her form, trying to spot any hidden weapons, Kvelduf raised his free hand in a two-fingered salute.
"That your ship, luv?" Smirking slightly, a hint of a threat threading into the expression, Kvelduf nodded slightly in a quick greeting. "What's your name."
[member="Loreena Arenais"]
