Preferred Name: Soviet Pronouns: He/Him Age: 22 How would your friends describe you in 3 words?: Energetic, creative, and kind. What kind of game do you enjoy?: I tend to enjoy any type of game, as long as I am given a heads up beforehand of what type of game will be expected but if I had to choose a personal favorite of play styles it has to be one that is character-driven. What do I mean by that? I mean I like a game that has you really get into your character's roles. I love seeing how characters develop, how the world twists from our decisions, how decisions affect us in the future, and all that other good stuff. I simply love a game that lets you roleplay with characters and gives you a feeling of truly having your and others' characters being in that world. Character Idea: Smug, cocky, exploitive, crude, silver-tongued, and greedy are just a few ways to describe this charming fellow known as Rune Valentine. Once a well-respected wise guy for the Hutt Cartel now a walking bounty for them, after a small series of unfortunate events, Rune lost his place in the Cartel and used every contact he could to get a shuttle off his planet of Nar Shaddaa. Desperate for a place where he could keep his head on his shoulders, he took to the propaganda the Fel Empire was spewing and signed up for their recruitment program uncaring of what would happen next. (In short, a backstory of a guy messing up with the Mob and decides to join the army to save his skin.) A small RP taste of what the character might act like. Your character walks into a Cantina, there's Jizz music being played by a band of eclectic aliens, a Twi'lek woman is dashing around serving tables and an older Klatooinian tends the bar, Why are you here? What are you doing?: Rune enters the Cantina, the rich and funky beat of the Jizz music striking his ears causing him to bob his head to the rhythm as he made his way towards the bar counter the Klatooinian was tending. Rune flashed the older individual a smug smirk before speaking up to order his drink, the thick Huttese accent mixing with his crude speaking tone. "Ay gramps, lookin lovely as usual! Speakin of the usual, think ye cans get me the'ol Corellian Ale and maybe a price on that fine lil'piece right there?~" Valentine pointed a thumb towards the Twi'lek that was dashing from table to table and eyeing her over like some piece of meat on the market. Quickly the smug expression on Valentines face vanished, replaced with a moment of surprise and fear as the Klatooinian smacked down a mug of ale while threatening the fool to bite his tongue. Rune chuckled awkwardly and raised his hands up in a mock surrender. "Easy, easy, ...I wasn'ts plannin nothin. Fuh'get I saids anythin'bout'er...not wha I came'ere foe anyway." The man took hold of his mug and swirled the ale within, finally asking the old Klatooinian what was on his mind the entire time while leaning in and resting his left arm against the counter. If the older Klatooinian looked down he could see a good amount of credits held between his fingers, seems like a decent pay for a -few- honest answers. "Wha rumahs'ave ye'eard'bout a shipment of Glittahdust coming down to this sectah of life?" Sidenote: I cannot play on Saturdays.