Topic: Your Mand'alor beckons
:Raj'el Vhett sits alone in a back corner of a cantina on tarissometime between the end of the Jedi Civil war and the beginning of the Galactic Civil war. His mandalorian Armor, though older than the versions worn by his more famous successors, Jango and Boba Fett, shines a dull metalic black, trimed in orange and red. His distinctive Mandalorian helmet sits on the table in front of him, a DC-17m pistol rests in it's holster and his E-5 blaster rilfe lies on the table in front of him, never out of reach. His scars from the Mandalorian Wars are hidden from sight, the right side of his face in shadow.:
OOC: Feel free to join, for really any purpose. No weapons created after the rise of the empire, all others are fine. Mando'ade welcome.
[i]Cogito, ergo armatum sum[/i]- I think, therefore I'm armed.