Before the cat could say anything, Thryk saw a redheaded girl walk right up and stare at him for a few moments before finally ordering. He had that effect on people, and he had to stifle a laugh at the expression on the girl's face. And then his mood fell a little when he saw the smaller girl...
"Heh, seems like my nose is never wrong. Here's another one, cat."
Thryk poured the Zygerrian woman her drink and put it down in front of her before resuming his kind of forced relaxation. His gun was still quite unsubtly on his hip, and anybody who saw him would understand that it was more...
Thryk shrugged at Zandra with a bit of an unconcerned air. It was completely fake, for the customer's benefit. His armor was sitting, quite ready for him to put on and use as soon as there was a sign of trouble. In fact, he actually did grab the heavy pistol out from under the bar, now, and...
Thryk snorted into his drink and reached out to ruffle Zandra's hair before he remembered that there was somebody there to watch. Usually he'd have waited until later to be so silly, but it was slow tonight, even with this girl sitting at their bar. He might've added a comment, but their guest...
Nobody made fun of him, iirc... He was just slurring rs
I'll burn that bridge if it comes up. Mostly because this was the first character I ever RP'd anywhere, and he's always spoken basic >_<
Thryk walked out from the back room at Zandra's pronouncement, taking a quick peek at the chrono sitting above the bar. Just past midnight. Damn. Tonight was too quiet for him to slip out unnoticed. Not to escape his captain's notice. Lady Z always knew where he was going, no matter how hard he...
NAME: Thryykarr (AKA Thryk Vesker)
FACTION: Mandalorian (?)
RANK: Smith
SPECIES: Wookie
AGE: 57
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 210 lbs
EYES: Gold
HAIR: Brown with silver bits
SKIN: Brown
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: The fur around his mouth is usually pulled into a sort of...