Post by Res on Nov 26, 2012 23:16:11 GMT -5
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Name: Rolithir Quiniro
Age: 30
Race: Firrerreo
Birth place: Firrerre
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 205
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red with white highlights
Appearance:
Rolithir is your typical Firrerreo gold skinned and has two toned hair. The base color of his hair is red with white highlights throughout. He has a couple scars on his face from accidents that he had when he was a child. The most noticeable scar is on his upper lip. It runs from just under his nose down to his lip, there is a scar on the inside of his mouth mirror to it. When the accident append, his upper lip was spit in two completely. He also has nictitating eyelids that allows him to keep his eyes open but protected at the sametime. His smile is unlike most Firrerreo, one canine tooth didn't developed like his siblings.
His wardrobe is typical to his upbringing. He wears shirts that shows off his physic and standing at over six feet he has a commanding presences. His pants are baggy near the bottom just above his boots that only come up to his ankles. He carries a thigh holster that holds his blaster, it helps being there due to his long arms. On his hands can be found fingerless gloves with silver buttons on the knuckles.
His skin is the first thing people notice when he walks into a room. This is typical of his species. Then they notice that he dresses like them so they assume that he is a typical Firrerreo by appearance.
Personality:
The personality of Rolithir Quiniro is that of a typical member of his species. He can be slightly quick to anger when others don't do what he wants. He also would have a high tendency not to give his name out to anyone. It is due to the fact in his society a person can have ownership over a name. So when he meets a new person he must get to know them before he gives his name out.
He also as a couple non Firrerreo related quirks. He cares about his entire planet and its inhabitants. Most of his race wouldn't care about the welfare of other clans but he has sympathy for all life. With that it has driven a wedge between him and his family. With the bad blood between them it made him kinda cynical when it comes to other Firrerreos that go by that way of living.
Rol doesn't have any real problems with the rest of the galaxy. Most people he meets he views them as windows into the worlds that they belong to. There are a few trigger points that set off his temper. Though the main one is disrespecting a woman. If he sees any kind of mistreatment of a woman he must step in and deal with it. This comes from his father disrespecting his mother. All in all Rolithir is pretty trusting of other species if they don't give him a reason not to.
Some of the goals he has set out to achieve are some long term ones. The most important one is to become a success at being a smuggler. He also has another one of teaching other Firrerreon that its ok to care about other clans. He still care for his people and want them to live in peace and help each other out.
Profession: Smuggler
Skills:
Piloting
Slicing
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Ship Name: The Lexton(clicky)
Bio:
The Beginning
Rolithir was born on the planet of Firrerre to Telith and Trin Quiniro. He was the middle child of three, and things wasn't always the easiest for him. His older brother Kobal would always pick on him. Then his younger brother Rilarth would place blame on him for everything. His parents didn't do anything to discourage the behavior of his siblings. Most of the time he spent time with his cousin Norith, they were pretty close.
At about the age of five he started to take martial arts lessons from another clan member. He enjoyed getting out of his home for several hours a day, mostly because he wasn't being picked on. His instructor Thadeus, saw great promise in young Rolithir. Over the next several years he started to grow in his knowledge of the arts, strength and skill was stated to improve.
Around the age of ten, he was walking down the street heading to his daily lesson with Thadeus. As he was making the last corner a group of boy from another clan come out. They started to tease him about his small canines and that Rols clan was pathetic. Wanting to defend the honor of his clan he starts to fight back. After a couple good hits the three boys got the better of him. The last strike from what looked like the leader landed square on the upper lip of Rolithir. It caused it to split completely in two. After the boys were done with their assault they ran off when Thadeus ran up to him. Taking Rolithir back to his place Thadeus patched him up and told him that he did well for being out numbered and undersized.
Over the next couple years things started to get even worse for Rolithir. His mother and father split up and his mother left for the core planets. And his brothers started to pick on him even more. Their father was working most of the time and never home. At the age of thirteen Rolithir Quiniro moved in with his cousin Norith. The situation was much better, his aunt and uncle on his dads side, were very sweat people. They took care of him and treated him like he was one of their own.
The years went on he continued to take martial arts lessons from Thadeus. He was now able to hold his own with most of the other students. There were some of the older boys that had fallen to his skills. But he stayed at the upper middle of the class. He kept improving over the years and grew further and further away from his father. Living with his cousin Norith started to change his views on how they treated the other clans on Firrerre. It wasn't right to not care about the warfare of the other clans, in Rolithirs eyes all Firrerreo should be treated equally.
If was roughly a month after his sixteenth birthday. His father came to his aunt and uncles house demanding that Rol return to him. After a heated argument between the two parties Rolithir told them both that he was leaving Firrerre and going to Tatooine. He and his cousin had planed doing that when they turned eighteen but he couldn't take the fighting. After his father stormed off, Rolithir went to pack and to found the next transport to Tatooine. Though through the whole ordeal of him packing and trying to leave. His aunt and uncle threw every reason for him not to go, but Rolithirs mind was made up. They finally gave into the fact their nephew was going to go and let him board. They let him know he was always welcome in their home.
Tatooine
Being on Tatooine was not what Rolithir thought it would be. He had odd jobs in junkyards and mechanic shops but nothing was permanent. He was in Anchorhead and living on the streets. The heat during the day was unbearable and the nights were just cold enough for him wish he was indoors. This went on for about six months or so.
Once he was sitting outside one or the cantinas. He was trying to get some rest before he had to go find somewhere to sleep for the night. Just before dark two Zabraks come out and started to harass Rolithir. They came up and one picked him up and push against the wall as the other hit him in the stomach. He was taken off guard so he didn't have much time to react. A minute or so later a Zeltron named Lexton came and fought the Zabraks off. Afterwards Lexton helped Rol up and took him into the cantina.
They sat down and Quiniro thanked the Zeltron for helping him but didn't need his help anymore. Lexton wasn't going to take no for answer and said that he was in the same situation when he was his age. The Zeltron afford Rolithir a job with him on his ship smuggling good from the Core to the Outer Rim. It didn't take the young Firrerreo long to decide. He took the job as a smuggler on Lexton crew.
The Wide World of Smuggling
It had been about a year since he had started working with his new friend, Lexton. That had been all over the galaxy and Lex had taught Rolithir how to shoot and slice into control panels to open doors. Sometimes it was called for to do a little hacking to open doors to get the goods that they were to smuggle. The Firrerreo looked up to Lex like a older brother. Rolithir hung on Lextons every word about the smuggling business.
Some of the missions called for them to get up close and personal sometimes with guards at someplaces. Many of these places were safes, vaults and wearhouses on various planets across the galaxy. That's where Rolithirs combat training came into play. He could take out the guards while Lex opened the door to the goods. They were an amazing team, they were getting jobs left and right. Sometimes they would have to turn down jobs because they were over ran by people trying to get them.
One job was special for the now twenty year old Rolithir. It was his first time running to operation. It was him, Lexton and a Bith by the name of Zan. They were to smuggle spice from Nar Shaddaa to Onderon. It wasn't going to be an easy task getting passed the patrols that were stationed around Onderon. Though Rol hatched a plan that thought it would work. The was when the patrols stopped the ship to search it for someone in another ship launch with the spice and take to the city. Ultimately the plan backfired and they were all caught and arrested.
After had spend their time in prison for smuggling spice onto Onderon. They had to start to rebuild their reputation back. It would be a hard road but they knew that it would be possible with their new partner Zan. While they were in prison they got to know the Bith and recorded to include him in their business. That would mean they would get a smaller share of the pay. Though with three people it meant that the could take on bigger jobs that paid more.
As the years when on Lexton were getting older and couldn't keep up with the younger two. Around the age of twenty-five Rol would be told that he would have to start taking the leadership role. This scared the Firrerreo, he wasn't a leader he was more of a follower. Though he would try to do his best to keep the business going.
Life after Lexton
It had been a hard transition from being a member of the group to the leader. He was having no luck whatsoever with finding work. It wasn't that he couldn't find work but he wasn't very good at planning how they would do it. He lacked the leadership skills to command the group. After a few months of frustration the group had all quit including Zan.
After the group all quit, Rol found himself stranded back on Tatooine. He was almost right back in the same place he had been when Lexton found him. Though this time he actually had money to possibly get off the planet. That was easier said then done. For weeks he went around to different bars trying to find someone to take him somewhere. After searching for nearly a month he found a fellow Firrerreo that was on his way to Nal Hutta. He knew that he could get some work there if not Nar Shadda was not too far away.
The trip was short and once they arrived they parted ways. There on the home world of the Hutts he started his search to find work. It was a hard task trying to find reliable people on the planet. He found a couple jobs that called for his abilities. The Firrerreo was getting just enough money from the jobs to make it. There were days that he would go without food but would pull through. Though one night he would finally get a break when a Human would sell him a ship that would allow Rol to get his own jobs.
For the next couple years he had started building his reputation with the Hutts. From when he was with Lexton that reputation help boost his now raising success. He was working for some of the big name Hutt families. There were times he would have some unusual cargo such as people and other times he would haul shipments of weapons to the Hutt families.
He never asked any questions about what the weapons were for. Neither why he was smuggling people from one place or another. He was happy that he was getting a steady income that he could live off of. It was nice that he had a low maintenance ship that he didn't have to worry about malfunctioning. It wasn't the fasted in the galaxy but it was reliable and that's what matted to Rol.
It was fast approaching his thirtieth birthday. He know that Lexton had been sick for sometime on his home planet of Zeltros. It was made up that he would have to go see his mentor and someone he called a brother before he passed. When he arrived he was greater by a familiar face, Zan. It had been apparent that the Bith had also heard that Lexton had been sick. The two walked into the house that Lexton had bought with the wealth that he accumulated over the many years of smuggling. Rolithir sat by his mentors bedside as Lex told them both that he was very proud of them both. The Zeltron also told them he was leaving them his fortune to split. The two men looked at their mentor as he took his last breath with a smile on his face.
After the funeral of Lexton, Rolithir sat down with Zan and divided their inheritance. After all was counted and split up both of them walked out of the house with nearly twenty million credits each. With this new wealth Rolithir could get himself a better ship but he had grown attached to it. Now the question, what should he do with twenty million credits.
RP Sample:
It had been several months since his mentor had passed away and he was on Coruscant in one of the many bars trying to unwind. He had ran into a tricky situation with his last job. He was sitting in the corner of the cantina sipping on his drink scooping out the placing minding his own business. He just wanted to relax.
Taking a drink from his glass he looked up and saw two guys walk into the bar. Immediately he knew they were going to be trouble. They just had that vibe about them. Rolithir watched them head toward the bar as order their drinks and take them over to a table not too far from the Firrerreo. Leaning back in his chair he brushed the red and white two-toned hair out of his face.
After a while a Twi'lek waitress walked by and the older gentleman slapped the green Twi'lek on the butt. As he did this Quiniro sat up watched what happens next. The woman turned and slapped the man. At that point everyone in the building took notice. The second man stood after the first was slapped. The second man who was a Weequay grabbed the Twi'lek forcefully. This was not sitting well with Rol. Stand up taking a couple strides he made it to the table.
The Firrerreo stood between the men and the Twi'lek female. He Weequay released the woman and stepped toward Rolithir as well as the other that was now identified as a Duros.
"Why don't you guys let the young lady go."
Rol said straighting himself to his full height crossing his arms. The Duros looked at the gold skin man in the eyes and scoffed. "That's not going to happen golden boy." The blue skin man said looked quickly to his partner who just chuckled. Calling Rolithir names was not something he liked.
Without warning the Firrerreo threw the first punch landing across the Weequays face. The pirate fell to the ground as his partner came at the smuggler. Catching the arm of the Duros, Rol flung his into a table smashing it. When the other man rose from the floor he took a chair and smashed it over Quiniros back. That took he smuggler to his knees. Standing up he squared off with the two pirates. One who now had its blaster pulled. With one quick move Rolithir kicked the gun and it flew out his hand not paying attention to the other guy. The Duros now hold his own blaster shot the Firrerreo in the leg. Not realizing it the brown eyed Firrerreo kicked the Duros in the chest and the Weequay in the head both landing on the floor.
With both pirates laying on the floor and the Firrerreo standing with a blaster wound in his leg the police finally enter. As the law started to clear the bar out the pain of the blaster wound gets to Rolithir and he collapses. The waitress helps him to the bar. "Thank you for that." The Twi'lek said placing a towles on the wound. Rol smiled showing his one fang. The bartender explained to the cops what happened and Rolithir Quiniro was let off bit the pirates were taken to jail.
"No thanks is needed. I just hate rude people."
Name: Rolithir Quiniro
Age: 30
Race: Firrerreo
Birth place: Firrerre
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 205
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red with white highlights
Appearance:
Rolithir is your typical Firrerreo gold skinned and has two toned hair. The base color of his hair is red with white highlights throughout. He has a couple scars on his face from accidents that he had when he was a child. The most noticeable scar is on his upper lip. It runs from just under his nose down to his lip, there is a scar on the inside of his mouth mirror to it. When the accident append, his upper lip was spit in two completely. He also has nictitating eyelids that allows him to keep his eyes open but protected at the sametime. His smile is unlike most Firrerreo, one canine tooth didn't developed like his siblings.
His wardrobe is typical to his upbringing. He wears shirts that shows off his physic and standing at over six feet he has a commanding presences. His pants are baggy near the bottom just above his boots that only come up to his ankles. He carries a thigh holster that holds his blaster, it helps being there due to his long arms. On his hands can be found fingerless gloves with silver buttons on the knuckles.
His skin is the first thing people notice when he walks into a room. This is typical of his species. Then they notice that he dresses like them so they assume that he is a typical Firrerreo by appearance.
Personality:
The personality of Rolithir Quiniro is that of a typical member of his species. He can be slightly quick to anger when others don't do what he wants. He also would have a high tendency not to give his name out to anyone. It is due to the fact in his society a person can have ownership over a name. So when he meets a new person he must get to know them before he gives his name out.
He also as a couple non Firrerreo related quirks. He cares about his entire planet and its inhabitants. Most of his race wouldn't care about the welfare of other clans but he has sympathy for all life. With that it has driven a wedge between him and his family. With the bad blood between them it made him kinda cynical when it comes to other Firrerreos that go by that way of living.
Rol doesn't have any real problems with the rest of the galaxy. Most people he meets he views them as windows into the worlds that they belong to. There are a few trigger points that set off his temper. Though the main one is disrespecting a woman. If he sees any kind of mistreatment of a woman he must step in and deal with it. This comes from his father disrespecting his mother. All in all Rolithir is pretty trusting of other species if they don't give him a reason not to.
Some of the goals he has set out to achieve are some long term ones. The most important one is to become a success at being a smuggler. He also has another one of teaching other Firrerreon that its ok to care about other clans. He still care for his people and want them to live in peace and help each other out.
Profession: Smuggler
Skills:
Piloting
Slicing
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Ship Name: The Lexton(clicky)
Bio:
The Beginning
Rolithir was born on the planet of Firrerre to Telith and Trin Quiniro. He was the middle child of three, and things wasn't always the easiest for him. His older brother Kobal would always pick on him. Then his younger brother Rilarth would place blame on him for everything. His parents didn't do anything to discourage the behavior of his siblings. Most of the time he spent time with his cousin Norith, they were pretty close.
At about the age of five he started to take martial arts lessons from another clan member. He enjoyed getting out of his home for several hours a day, mostly because he wasn't being picked on. His instructor Thadeus, saw great promise in young Rolithir. Over the next several years he started to grow in his knowledge of the arts, strength and skill was stated to improve.
Around the age of ten, he was walking down the street heading to his daily lesson with Thadeus. As he was making the last corner a group of boy from another clan come out. They started to tease him about his small canines and that Rols clan was pathetic. Wanting to defend the honor of his clan he starts to fight back. After a couple good hits the three boys got the better of him. The last strike from what looked like the leader landed square on the upper lip of Rolithir. It caused it to split completely in two. After the boys were done with their assault they ran off when Thadeus ran up to him. Taking Rolithir back to his place Thadeus patched him up and told him that he did well for being out numbered and undersized.
Over the next couple years things started to get even worse for Rolithir. His mother and father split up and his mother left for the core planets. And his brothers started to pick on him even more. Their father was working most of the time and never home. At the age of thirteen Rolithir Quiniro moved in with his cousin Norith. The situation was much better, his aunt and uncle on his dads side, were very sweat people. They took care of him and treated him like he was one of their own.
The years went on he continued to take martial arts lessons from Thadeus. He was now able to hold his own with most of the other students. There were some of the older boys that had fallen to his skills. But he stayed at the upper middle of the class. He kept improving over the years and grew further and further away from his father. Living with his cousin Norith started to change his views on how they treated the other clans on Firrerre. It wasn't right to not care about the warfare of the other clans, in Rolithirs eyes all Firrerreo should be treated equally.
If was roughly a month after his sixteenth birthday. His father came to his aunt and uncles house demanding that Rol return to him. After a heated argument between the two parties Rolithir told them both that he was leaving Firrerre and going to Tatooine. He and his cousin had planed doing that when they turned eighteen but he couldn't take the fighting. After his father stormed off, Rolithir went to pack and to found the next transport to Tatooine. Though through the whole ordeal of him packing and trying to leave. His aunt and uncle threw every reason for him not to go, but Rolithirs mind was made up. They finally gave into the fact their nephew was going to go and let him board. They let him know he was always welcome in their home.
Tatooine
Being on Tatooine was not what Rolithir thought it would be. He had odd jobs in junkyards and mechanic shops but nothing was permanent. He was in Anchorhead and living on the streets. The heat during the day was unbearable and the nights were just cold enough for him wish he was indoors. This went on for about six months or so.
Once he was sitting outside one or the cantinas. He was trying to get some rest before he had to go find somewhere to sleep for the night. Just before dark two Zabraks come out and started to harass Rolithir. They came up and one picked him up and push against the wall as the other hit him in the stomach. He was taken off guard so he didn't have much time to react. A minute or so later a Zeltron named Lexton came and fought the Zabraks off. Afterwards Lexton helped Rol up and took him into the cantina.
They sat down and Quiniro thanked the Zeltron for helping him but didn't need his help anymore. Lexton wasn't going to take no for answer and said that he was in the same situation when he was his age. The Zeltron afford Rolithir a job with him on his ship smuggling good from the Core to the Outer Rim. It didn't take the young Firrerreo long to decide. He took the job as a smuggler on Lexton crew.
The Wide World of Smuggling
It had been about a year since he had started working with his new friend, Lexton. That had been all over the galaxy and Lex had taught Rolithir how to shoot and slice into control panels to open doors. Sometimes it was called for to do a little hacking to open doors to get the goods that they were to smuggle. The Firrerreo looked up to Lex like a older brother. Rolithir hung on Lextons every word about the smuggling business.
Some of the missions called for them to get up close and personal sometimes with guards at someplaces. Many of these places were safes, vaults and wearhouses on various planets across the galaxy. That's where Rolithirs combat training came into play. He could take out the guards while Lex opened the door to the goods. They were an amazing team, they were getting jobs left and right. Sometimes they would have to turn down jobs because they were over ran by people trying to get them.
One job was special for the now twenty year old Rolithir. It was his first time running to operation. It was him, Lexton and a Bith by the name of Zan. They were to smuggle spice from Nar Shaddaa to Onderon. It wasn't going to be an easy task getting passed the patrols that were stationed around Onderon. Though Rol hatched a plan that thought it would work. The was when the patrols stopped the ship to search it for someone in another ship launch with the spice and take to the city. Ultimately the plan backfired and they were all caught and arrested.
After had spend their time in prison for smuggling spice onto Onderon. They had to start to rebuild their reputation back. It would be a hard road but they knew that it would be possible with their new partner Zan. While they were in prison they got to know the Bith and recorded to include him in their business. That would mean they would get a smaller share of the pay. Though with three people it meant that the could take on bigger jobs that paid more.
As the years when on Lexton were getting older and couldn't keep up with the younger two. Around the age of twenty-five Rol would be told that he would have to start taking the leadership role. This scared the Firrerreo, he wasn't a leader he was more of a follower. Though he would try to do his best to keep the business going.
Life after Lexton
It had been a hard transition from being a member of the group to the leader. He was having no luck whatsoever with finding work. It wasn't that he couldn't find work but he wasn't very good at planning how they would do it. He lacked the leadership skills to command the group. After a few months of frustration the group had all quit including Zan.
After the group all quit, Rol found himself stranded back on Tatooine. He was almost right back in the same place he had been when Lexton found him. Though this time he actually had money to possibly get off the planet. That was easier said then done. For weeks he went around to different bars trying to find someone to take him somewhere. After searching for nearly a month he found a fellow Firrerreo that was on his way to Nal Hutta. He knew that he could get some work there if not Nar Shadda was not too far away.
The trip was short and once they arrived they parted ways. There on the home world of the Hutts he started his search to find work. It was a hard task trying to find reliable people on the planet. He found a couple jobs that called for his abilities. The Firrerreo was getting just enough money from the jobs to make it. There were days that he would go without food but would pull through. Though one night he would finally get a break when a Human would sell him a ship that would allow Rol to get his own jobs.
For the next couple years he had started building his reputation with the Hutts. From when he was with Lexton that reputation help boost his now raising success. He was working for some of the big name Hutt families. There were times he would have some unusual cargo such as people and other times he would haul shipments of weapons to the Hutt families.
He never asked any questions about what the weapons were for. Neither why he was smuggling people from one place or another. He was happy that he was getting a steady income that he could live off of. It was nice that he had a low maintenance ship that he didn't have to worry about malfunctioning. It wasn't the fasted in the galaxy but it was reliable and that's what matted to Rol.
It was fast approaching his thirtieth birthday. He know that Lexton had been sick for sometime on his home planet of Zeltros. It was made up that he would have to go see his mentor and someone he called a brother before he passed. When he arrived he was greater by a familiar face, Zan. It had been apparent that the Bith had also heard that Lexton had been sick. The two walked into the house that Lexton had bought with the wealth that he accumulated over the many years of smuggling. Rolithir sat by his mentors bedside as Lex told them both that he was very proud of them both. The Zeltron also told them he was leaving them his fortune to split. The two men looked at their mentor as he took his last breath with a smile on his face.
After the funeral of Lexton, Rolithir sat down with Zan and divided their inheritance. After all was counted and split up both of them walked out of the house with nearly twenty million credits each. With this new wealth Rolithir could get himself a better ship but he had grown attached to it. Now the question, what should he do with twenty million credits.
RP Sample:
It had been several months since his mentor had passed away and he was on Coruscant in one of the many bars trying to unwind. He had ran into a tricky situation with his last job. He was sitting in the corner of the cantina sipping on his drink scooping out the placing minding his own business. He just wanted to relax.
Taking a drink from his glass he looked up and saw two guys walk into the bar. Immediately he knew they were going to be trouble. They just had that vibe about them. Rolithir watched them head toward the bar as order their drinks and take them over to a table not too far from the Firrerreo. Leaning back in his chair he brushed the red and white two-toned hair out of his face.
After a while a Twi'lek waitress walked by and the older gentleman slapped the green Twi'lek on the butt. As he did this Quiniro sat up watched what happens next. The woman turned and slapped the man. At that point everyone in the building took notice. The second man stood after the first was slapped. The second man who was a Weequay grabbed the Twi'lek forcefully. This was not sitting well with Rol. Stand up taking a couple strides he made it to the table.
The Firrerreo stood between the men and the Twi'lek female. He Weequay released the woman and stepped toward Rolithir as well as the other that was now identified as a Duros.
"Why don't you guys let the young lady go."
Rol said straighting himself to his full height crossing his arms. The Duros looked at the gold skin man in the eyes and scoffed. "That's not going to happen golden boy." The blue skin man said looked quickly to his partner who just chuckled. Calling Rolithir names was not something he liked.
Without warning the Firrerreo threw the first punch landing across the Weequays face. The pirate fell to the ground as his partner came at the smuggler. Catching the arm of the Duros, Rol flung his into a table smashing it. When the other man rose from the floor he took a chair and smashed it over Quiniros back. That took he smuggler to his knees. Standing up he squared off with the two pirates. One who now had its blaster pulled. With one quick move Rolithir kicked the gun and it flew out his hand not paying attention to the other guy. The Duros now hold his own blaster shot the Firrerreo in the leg. Not realizing it the brown eyed Firrerreo kicked the Duros in the chest and the Weequay in the head both landing on the floor.
With both pirates laying on the floor and the Firrerreo standing with a blaster wound in his leg the police finally enter. As the law started to clear the bar out the pain of the blaster wound gets to Rolithir and he collapses. The waitress helps him to the bar. "Thank you for that." The Twi'lek said placing a towles on the wound. Rol smiled showing his one fang. The bartender explained to the cops what happened and Rolithir Quiniro was let off bit the pirates were taken to jail.
"No thanks is needed. I just hate rude people."
