Kale Delvar-Star Wars OC -Bar
Kale Delvar, a tall red head with a freckled face and green eyes with a sort of dull look about them, walks into the bar. His clothes are well traveled in and a lightsaber hangs on one hip just behind the holstered blaster. To those who can sense those things, he's a hole in the force of life. A hole in the Force even, completely disconnected, almost sucking life out of the living and going to give those sorts that can sense those things the willies.
He also looks dead tired. Giving the bar the quick survey, he walks over the bar of the Bar and sits on a stool.
"Kaffa," he mumbles, before resting his head on folded arms.
He also looks dead tired. Giving the bar the quick survey, he walks over the bar of the Bar and sits on a stool.
"Kaffa," he mumbles, before resting his head on folded arms.