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On the boarderline of Darkness and light (Open)
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| Areiana_Slayer | Date: Monday, 11.28.2011, 11:46 AM | Message # 1 |
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| * she landed her ship the golden dragon on the planet and came down the ramp she wore a hooded rob that hide her face. She was dressed in all black tho her rob was a dark brown rob. She wore a blaster and curvered saber on her belt. Her father had be a light jedi and her mother was a sith she herself was on the boarder land of both the light and dark side and could go either way.
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| DeathStalker | Date: Tuesday, 12.13.2011, 9:25 PM | Message # 2 |
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| His eyes watched her walk down the ramp of her ship. He stood in his grey armor and could be mistaken for a Mandalorian, but not one. He led the silver dragons on Nar Shaddaa, by most known as the Smuggler's moon. He is a bounty hunter and a cold assassin. He wasn't here hunting her, someone else he was looking for, he just happened to be here, taking a break. Death was about to leave the planet his ship was in readiness to head to the prison planet runned by a woman. His black eyes held curiosity towards the form of the woman who seemed to be traveling alone, her face hidden behind her hood. His face hidden behind his helmet. "Hello there." He gives her a dark greetings, his voice deep, filled with the edge of darkness. Death was not one to consider in bothering to make friendships. There was something about her, something different he sensed.
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| Areiana_Slayer | Date: Wednesday, 12.14.2011, 9:15 AM | Message # 3 |
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| * she looked the man over a moment her hand going to her belt out of habit. There was a bounty on her head and being a smuggler she didnt trust anyone. she lowered her hand slightly "hello" she turned hitting a button the the ramp went back up. She was here to bring some spices to a man nothing more.
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| DeathStalker | Date: Friday, 12.16.2011, 11:15 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Death was not one to read minds, if she has a bounty on her head best she don't tell him. His eyes watch her movments and it wasn't any of his business why she was here. His hands reach for his helm lifting it off his head, revealing his jet black mohawk hairstyle, his eyes a pricing black and a scar ran down the side of his left cheek a old wound from when he was a mere child.
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| Areiana_Slayer | Date: Tuesday, 12.27.2011, 3:19 AM | Message # 5 |
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| * she reaied a eybrow watching him "can I help you." her face was hidden under her hood her hand going to her belt more out of habbit then anything more.
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