Teeramok

[Casual]

Character Name: Teeramok
Character Source: Uh... Counter-Terrorists? (Get it, Source?)
Character Faction/Alignment: Grey Jeedai
Type of Roleplay: Conversational at first, then combat
Roleplay Requirements:
I need this predominantly to stretch the personality and sociality of Teer. Then for battle at the end to see how to utilize his unique "handicapped situation"
Reason for Request: I'm looking for character critique here, nothing grammatical or spelling-wise, which, I dare say my good chap, you shall be hard-pressed to find, mmyes.
But seriously, I just need feedback on how to handle this guy. He is unique in personality to most my other characters, and his "handicaps" are something I need to stretch my wings with in battle. A "practice duel" would suffice, but this would make a better alternative.
So... don't critique the grammar/syntax/spelling/etc.
Notes: This section is for more than just RP assistance, and I'm quite glad it is. I need to feel this guy out. No homo.

Roleplay:

ACTUALLY, can you start it, please? I have no clue what environment to place him under, I'll let you decide. :3

[Hotel]

Zeltros, the party planet. Lights flashed all around from the windows of night clubs as music drowned out all but the loudest of sounds on the streets below. Even the people were colorful. Red Zeltrons, blue Twi'leks, green Rodian's, the world was a rainbow of variety among the inhabitants. But among all the partying, all the music blaring, walked a lone Rilan woman, shrouded in a hooded cloak.

Madora strode silently into one of the grungier looking cantinas, not wanting to have to deal with all the hustle and bustle of the planet's nightlife. There were very few inside. A lone Zeltron sitting in the far left corner, a Twi'lek couple making out at the bar, and another robed figure like herself sitting at a table alone. She strode towards the bar counter with a grace and elegance all her own, acting as if the others weren't even there. As she sat down upon one of the stools, the Toydarian bartender asked her what she wanted. The mute woman pointed at one of the more finer and expensive drinks on the list, and pulled out a handful of credits. He just nodded and poured her a glass, taking the credits.

As she sipped her drink, she thought about what had brought her here. The Order wanted information on an underground group of force users forming on the planet. And if they couldn't be swayed to join the Sith, eliminated. And so far she had done just that to the few she had found from the group. Of course, they always ended up dying before they revealed where their base was, but it was no matter to her. She enjoyed the hunt. She took another sip and once again began to gaze around the cantina.

[Casual]

Noisy. Loud. Obnoxious. These were but a few words that described the planet Teeramok strode through. Zeltros was no place for a blind fallen Jedi to be wandering around. Perhaps that was why he did so. He wasn't one to stick to the norms of the standard Jedi or even Grey Jedi for that matter. He would speak with a Jedi and a Sith at the same table if he could manage it. There were no sides to the Force, to him. One might say he was blind to such things.

Perhaps that's why he chose Zeltros. Though one would not naturally expect to find any of such Force users, a good blend of many peoples would be welcome. He did need to get out more.

I don't understand your reasons for coming to such a ridiculous planet, Teer. My photorecptors just might overload.

Rade was ever voicing his opinions on Teeramok's travel choices.

Neither do I, Rade.

He replied, as he stepped into a cantina, using the Force to feel his way through the crowd, effectively masking the fact that he was quite blind. His hood hid the physical evidence of this.

He took a seat at a stool and felt around. Not many were present at this cantina. One individual in the far corner, a Zeltron, from the smell of it, and a Twil'lek couple enjoying each other's proximity on the other side of the bar he sat at. He could tell from the sounds they made and the way they moved through the Force both their actions and their species. Another figure sat alone behind him, and two seats down from him on his right was a rare individual.

He felt a Rilan through the Force. At first, he wasn't quite certain, but from the movements that she made and how she held herself, he had met Rilans before, and knew their grace and poise quite well. He needed to should he ever get involved violently with one. This was a rare chance, and decided he would speak with this Rilan woman, he also felt something sinister about her, almost as if she commanded the Force, yet he could not be certain, as she restrained it, albeit not as effectively as he did. He decided to speak up.

Soo... miss, you come here often?

He could almost hear Rade berating him in his mind as was surely to follow the end of the potential conversation.