Hi. I started my own RPG, but nobody's playing on it, so I'm gonna join yours.
Name: Craxor D'sor
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance spacer
Home: Cloud City, Bespin
Ship: YT-2400 named the Rekkor
Weapons: Modified DL-18 (Skiff Gaurd pistol), concussion grenades, whipcord, vibro knife
Appearance: Short black hair and deep,black eyes.Tan cargo pants with blue dash stripes,white shirt,blue jacket
Description: Experienced space pilot that's good with a blaster. Sometimes uses alias Vyyk Drago. Pilots his YT-2400 frieghter with a steady hand. Of Mandolorian decsent.
It was a nice evening, and Craxor had just finished unloading a shipment of Oompa fruit to a guy who wanted it on Manaan. He then decided to see the town. As he walked out of Docking Bay 37, he decided to tour the docks first. He walked along and pretty soon he came to the large frieghter docks. A little bit later he came to a more deserted part of the docks. Suddenly, he came upon several people who were standing around looking a bit strange. Not to mention he was a bit bored, and would have to start the harrowing search for another shipment to do sometime soon, so he decided to ask them what they were doing.
"Hello. What was that flash I saw a second ago?"
Last edited by Seco Fett (Wednesday, February 13, 2008 7:49 pm)
Some may run a short while, but none of them would bide.
