As the battle commenced, Bod the Ithorian had literally flung himself out of harm's way with a strangled yelp. He scurried behind the deactivated droid, scolding himself for stopping to examine a droid. He knew he should've kept on walking. One hand was pressed against the droid, while the other...
Bod stumbled along, every so often readjusting his overly large backpack which forced him to hunch his back slightly. He grunted annoyingly, coming to a halt as he passed the trio. He turned to face them. "Excuse me - would you know where cantina - ooh, what an interesting droid you have there...
Bod the Ithorian watched with considerable unease. His fingers were snapped shut over his vibrodagger, just incase. He wasn't planning on joining in on the violence, but he was definately going to watch - this could make a good story! Perhaps change the circumstances around a bit; change...
NAME: Bod Terrow
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Ithorian
AGE: Currently unsure of how Ithorians age; for the time being, let's just say he's the same as a 56-year old human.
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.7m
WEIGHT: 200
EYES: Black
HAIR: None
SKIN: Beige
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING...