Post by Looping on Oct 23, 2011 21:07:34 GMT -5
Password: Sarlacc
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Name: Cindel Morren
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6 feet, three inches.
Weight: 162 pounds
Birth place: Coruscant, Lower city
Appearance:
Cindel's face is soft featured and round with pale skin and lips but a fairly androgynous flair with his high cheekbones. He generally has a small amount of stubble upon his chin due to a lazy lack of shaving,which is the most striking feature that betrays his otherwise androgynous look. His hair is a fairly dark blond and is cut in a manner would cover his pale gray-blue eyes completely if it were not for his center parting. His hair is generally unkempt and messy, never any longer than shoulder length.
His body is tall and thin, clearly with little muscle of athletic prowess. His skin is pale and his bone structure is more feminine then it is masculine, with tight shoulders and lithe figure, although his hips are clearly no where near child-birthing. In terms of clothing he often prefers fairly minimalist styles of dress. He often wears long sleeved shirts and pants of dull colours and rarely wears footwear unless he has to.
Personality:
One of the first things that someone might notice about Cindel is his complete indifference. Unless he is bored or you have something important to offer him Cindel will often not bother to give any time to people who wish to talk to him. To Cindel time is money, and Cindel wastes no time at all. Above all he is a pragmatist, he uses amoral means such as theft to get what he wants and he has no concept of a 'fair fight' but beyond this he is generally a nice guy. Although his amorality can be alarming he rarely has to apply it in order for it to be a problem to him.
He also has an insufferably high intellect. He is an avid reader of literature, often getting through as many as a bakers dozen in a week with the rate that he reads them. He's able to understand practical and abstract concepts concerning politics, art, games and even things like machinery with extreme ease. Although he is often ill disposed to put this intelligence to good use.
As much as he could possibly compose a masterpiece or invent some brilliant invention, Cindel is a lazy beyond belief. His selfish intentions betray his intellect. Why doesn't he compose that masterpiece or invent something? It simply doesn't interest him. Boredom is his enemy.
In fact, boredom has been known to induce strange and bizarre habits and behavior in Cindel. Nothing specific, but if he was bored enough he might even try fatally dangerous stunts or practices just to entertain himself. This leads him to take an interest in exotic planets and cultures and a desire to leave his home-planet.
If Cindel is bored he has to find something, anything that isn't boring to take his mind away from it. As soon as he loses interest in something he has to move on to something else. In fact one could say that his interest in something is not based on how much he likes a particular subject or activity but based on how much he hates boredom.
His true current passion, though, is writing. Specifically, Writing about politics, social issues and philosophical issues that no mainstream media provider would dream of publishing. His beliefs and opinions can be so far out and his writing style can be so controversial and outrageous that can verge on the line between decent and indecent. Nevertheless, his freelance gonzo journalism / 'Hacktavism' has gained him a sizable cult following and the fact that he makes little to no money from it and publishes under the pseudonym 'Crybaby' contributes to his lack of commercial success.
Cindel has his moments of humor, though. He enjoys fairly dark comedy, and often has a sadistic sense of humor. Although he isn't above acting silly to amuse himself, either.
In short, Cindel is a fairly nice guy when you get to know him, however his reclusive and secretive persona often makes him miss many opportunities to make friends. However, his often lousy attitude to those who annoy him and some of the bad things he has said against many corporations and political institutes as 'Crybaby' has made him a fair few enemies.
But scratch the surface and there's a fairly agreeable, humorous and charismatic individual.
Occupation: Mechanic / Independant Blogger
Rank: He owns the mechanic business since the death of his father. As an Independant blogger he's pretty much his own boss.
Skills: A skilled mechanic: able to easily fix most problems with ships and other machinery, and also take them apart.
A fairly competent programmer/hacker: not the best in the business by any means but certainly knowledgeable.
Adaptability: He's a bit of a jack of all trades, anything that doesn't involve extensive physical training he can grasp fairly quickly.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Born on Coruscant to a family who could not afford him. They were poor, unemployed and unable to support themselves, let alone a child. A far as anyone is concerned they were complete nobodies with no fame or wealth to put to their name. Just another smudge on the lower city's radar. Cindel was given only a first name and was dropped off at the nearest orphanage at birth and left parent-less for the first three years of his life. Life was grim there, with the majority of children either orphaned due to the deaths of their parents or simply being abandoned. It was melancholy and often harsh, with lots of hunger and very little space due to the ammount of children who whould arrive ever month or so.
But there was a vauge sense of unity among the staff and the children old enough to understand their predicament. They were in this together and as grim as it was the orphanage was the closest thing to a family any of them had. for the first three years of his life Cindel was largely oblivious and uninterested in the world around him. The orphanage was boring and painful, he preferred not to socialise. He made no real friends but then again nobody was particularly antagonistic. He was fed and sheltered and until he escaped those bleak days were all he had really known.
He was, however, picked up by a man who had recently lost his wife and, in grief and loneliness, had decided to adopt a son. To Cindel this was fantastic. The notion of escaping the orphanage, of seeing a wider world, was exciting. The man was a mechanic. Nothing big, just a relatively small shop dealing in personal ships and nothing bigger than light freighters. The man, Nejj Morren, was the owner of the garage and a small team who helped him, all of whom lived off of fixing up and restoring ships all situated in the Coruscant underworld. It was a modest and often hard living but they coped.
Initially, as Cindel grew older, he showed no real interest in ships or machinery at all, initially finding the subject boring, although he was an avid reader. Since Cindel was home-schooled due to Nejj's inability to afford any formal schooling, Cindel was learning less then other children of his age. He was able to learn how to read and write, and how to do standard mathematics but many things to do with history or science was not provided.
But since Cindel only really knew how to read that was all he did. Read books, over and over again. Whilst Nejj himself wasn't a big reader, or especially knowledgeable of the wider galaxy, had been a big collector of books and reading material in the hope that they would eventually sell for more than he bought them for.
Cindel didn't much venture out of the shop or his home due to the warnings Nejj gave him about how dangerous it could be. He was friends with the children of some of Nejj's work collegues, children of the many various species who made up the multi-cultural society of Coruscant's underworld. They were, however, mostly older than him and therefore more likely to venture further in to the lower city than Cindel was comfortable with.
So for a child with very few friends outside of the garage and with nothing to keep him company but his literature Cindel eventually began teaching himself. Initially, of course, the books he read were not very complicated but soon it became clear that he was a naturally accelerated child as he quickly began reading and processing increasingly complicated information and texts meant for people much older than he was. From reading books way beyond his reading age and being able to clearly learn from the books on all manner of subject he was clearly very intelligent for anyone of his relative age despite his lack of formal education.
Reading was what he did for most of his life between then and his teenage years. His lack of schooling no longer became a problem to him and out of the few other children he knew he was clear among the most intelligent, if not the most intelligent. All of it came down to interest. Other children mostly hated school, or learning. They would have rather played outside but for Cindel it was the other way around. Nothing was more comfortable than reading and learning to him.
In terms of childhood he suffered no great losses and no great gains. His life was confined to mostly his home and the garage, and the only changes he ever especially saw in his life were new employees joining Nejj's team and old ones leaving. This wasn't especially and impact on his own life, however. As long as Cindel had his bookshelf was happy. Every so often, when Nejj bought a new book or two, there was a small jump in excitement for Cindel but there was never anything especially important in his life at this time.
By the age of 13 he had already been eating up the more complicated books with ease and steadily learning disjointed facts about how plants and animals lived, anatomy both human and alien, all about different planets and their ecosystems and the even the simplest fundamentals of the Jedi order and politicd, schooling himself in most of the things Nejj was unable to teach him. It wasn't long until he began to crave the most complicated books within his grasp: His fathers mechanic and ship construction volumes.
The theory behind mechanics was fascinating to Cindel at the time. The way everything seemed to fit together and work was a joy to read about. From observing his fathers work, reading the volumes extensively and eventually taking a fair few menial tasks around the garage in his spare time, Cindel was beginning to understand the business fairly well.
At the age of 15 Cindel had begun to dedicate his life to learning mechanics. Through fixing ships with the crew at a very young age Cindel quickly developed a knack for it and became a great asset to the team at a very young age, especially when it came to ships computers: an area which the team had not dealt with prior to Cindel's understanding of how they worked.
Around about the age of 17, Cindel quickly became weary of mechanics. He didn't abandon the trade but he began to feel as though there was not much left to learn and, to fight his boredom, he ventured beyond the garage and in to the entertainment districts for the first real time in his life.
The sights were shocking in both good and bad ways. The mish-mash of culture, the bright lights, the exotic aliens and the even more exotic night-life were wonders to behold. He experienced the entertainment districts in many ways. He drank a lot, he went in to all manner of clubs and he survived quite a few bar brawls, picking up some basic fighting skills in the process.
After a while he began to treat his excursions as a kind of experiment: He was observing people and their habits. The good, the bad and the ugly. Then he began to write about it. He was fascinated and horrified in equal measure by this behavior and, personally, saw fit to at least document not only what he saw but his feelings on the issues.
He wrote about corrupt officials he saw, the crimes he witnessed, the backstabbing nature of people and the flat out ugliness of what was around him. Through use of a local network he published his notes and writings, sharing them under a fitting tongue-in-cheek name: 'Crybaby'. Initially his success as Crybaby was good. He made no money from what he wrote but people enjoyed it as a natural extension of his interest in reading, and he was having a fun time systematically ruining the reputations of certain big-name criminals and those involved in organised crime. It was a dangerous game but his facade and anonymous presence made it hard for anyone to find personally.
But, at the age of 18, tragedy struck. As with all sorts of grotty, dirty underworlds, Nejj met an unfitting end. Mugged and shot dead for no reason other than having the audacity to walk alone on his way back from work. After this incident the business started to fall apart. Many members of the team left to work at other, more sustainable jobs and soon it was just Cindel and one or two others working on one ship a month. Cindel reacted badly to it, publishing scathing remarks about the state of the society he lived in and the scum of the galaxy, how the politics of fear meant more than the politics of the upper reaches of the city and how their society had basically been abandoned. Unexpectedly, he had touched the hearts of a fair few people, other who felt much llike him but were either too meek or scared to voice their opinions.
His writings were passed between many people, gaining the name 'Crybaby' worldwide recognition, with even one or two other core worlds catching wind of his writing. Although nobody could trace the writing back to Cindel, he was well aware of the effect his writing was having. Knowledge that he had managed to at least reach out towards and somewhat inspire a fair few people on multiple worlds. His writing was apperently both intelligent and charismatic, somthing one wouldn't expect from a humble, reclusive mechanic working in the lower city of coruscant.
As such he took a vow to one day finally leave behind his mechanic business on this one world and travel to the exotic planets he read about as a child and he would write about his travels and distribute them for everyone to read, eventually making a living off of it. But until then he would be poor and be unable to buy a ship and unable to get off-world. Only time would tell if he achieved his goals.
RP Sample:
Cindel quietly stalked the streets hustle and bustle of night life and merriment, a long and dirty coat that he had pilfered from a club not two nights ago protecting himself against the slight chill. The seedy underbelly of Coruscant was as dirty as always. Thugs, thieves and idiot drunks cackling their way across the street. Loathsome.
Cindel Came to a corner and stopped as he observed a bright, shiny advert dancing in front of his eyes, almost bringing a tear to his eye with how bright it was. He looked away from the advert, the shiny decorations that once fascinated him but now served only to distract him from the reality of his surroundings.
He let a bony, slender hand remove his hair from his eyes as he continued his journey. This place was diseased. Corrupt. Coruscant needed to be either cured or euthanised. It might look clean on the surface. The eggshell white of the jedi council, politicians and businessmen in prim suits creating a sunny, healthy facade but if you scratched that surface then what did you get? A city where you can't even see the sky.
The business in this place was in murder and theft. The criminals were the real politicians here. The only measure of power was how much money you could carry in your wallet with being shot for it. Cindel smiled, this article was practically writing itself.
His smiled changed quickly, however, when another drunken fool lurched from out of a club's darkened doorway and bumped in to him. The drunk turned quickly, clearly about to say a word against Cindel and perhaps even attempt to fight him. Alas, the man spun so quickly his lack of motor skills sent him straight to the ground. Collapsing and falling asleep, snoozing quietly on the ground.
Cindel grimaced for a second but suddenly felt an odd kinship with that man. What happened to him today? Did he get mugged? Did a friend of his meet an untimely end? If so then this was how he would react. The only way you could react around here: distraction. To get drunk and to forget.
Cindel smiled one more, removing his coat and placing it over the peaceful looking drunkard before turning away. Cindel now finally udnerstood. What he needed now was a distraction. He then proceed to march his way in to the very same club the man had just staggered out from. He needed a BIG distraction.
Character permission
Name: Cindel Morren
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6 feet, three inches.
Weight: 162 pounds
Birth place: Coruscant, Lower city
Appearance:
Cindel's face is soft featured and round with pale skin and lips but a fairly androgynous flair with his high cheekbones. He generally has a small amount of stubble upon his chin due to a lazy lack of shaving,which is the most striking feature that betrays his otherwise androgynous look. His hair is a fairly dark blond and is cut in a manner would cover his pale gray-blue eyes completely if it were not for his center parting. His hair is generally unkempt and messy, never any longer than shoulder length.
His body is tall and thin, clearly with little muscle of athletic prowess. His skin is pale and his bone structure is more feminine then it is masculine, with tight shoulders and lithe figure, although his hips are clearly no where near child-birthing. In terms of clothing he often prefers fairly minimalist styles of dress. He often wears long sleeved shirts and pants of dull colours and rarely wears footwear unless he has to.
Personality:
One of the first things that someone might notice about Cindel is his complete indifference. Unless he is bored or you have something important to offer him Cindel will often not bother to give any time to people who wish to talk to him. To Cindel time is money, and Cindel wastes no time at all. Above all he is a pragmatist, he uses amoral means such as theft to get what he wants and he has no concept of a 'fair fight' but beyond this he is generally a nice guy. Although his amorality can be alarming he rarely has to apply it in order for it to be a problem to him.
He also has an insufferably high intellect. He is an avid reader of literature, often getting through as many as a bakers dozen in a week with the rate that he reads them. He's able to understand practical and abstract concepts concerning politics, art, games and even things like machinery with extreme ease. Although he is often ill disposed to put this intelligence to good use.
As much as he could possibly compose a masterpiece or invent some brilliant invention, Cindel is a lazy beyond belief. His selfish intentions betray his intellect. Why doesn't he compose that masterpiece or invent something? It simply doesn't interest him. Boredom is his enemy.
In fact, boredom has been known to induce strange and bizarre habits and behavior in Cindel. Nothing specific, but if he was bored enough he might even try fatally dangerous stunts or practices just to entertain himself. This leads him to take an interest in exotic planets and cultures and a desire to leave his home-planet.
If Cindel is bored he has to find something, anything that isn't boring to take his mind away from it. As soon as he loses interest in something he has to move on to something else. In fact one could say that his interest in something is not based on how much he likes a particular subject or activity but based on how much he hates boredom.
His true current passion, though, is writing. Specifically, Writing about politics, social issues and philosophical issues that no mainstream media provider would dream of publishing. His beliefs and opinions can be so far out and his writing style can be so controversial and outrageous that can verge on the line between decent and indecent. Nevertheless, his freelance gonzo journalism / 'Hacktavism' has gained him a sizable cult following and the fact that he makes little to no money from it and publishes under the pseudonym 'Crybaby' contributes to his lack of commercial success.
Cindel has his moments of humor, though. He enjoys fairly dark comedy, and often has a sadistic sense of humor. Although he isn't above acting silly to amuse himself, either.
In short, Cindel is a fairly nice guy when you get to know him, however his reclusive and secretive persona often makes him miss many opportunities to make friends. However, his often lousy attitude to those who annoy him and some of the bad things he has said against many corporations and political institutes as 'Crybaby' has made him a fair few enemies.
But scratch the surface and there's a fairly agreeable, humorous and charismatic individual.
Occupation: Mechanic / Independant Blogger
Rank: He owns the mechanic business since the death of his father. As an Independant blogger he's pretty much his own boss.
Skills: A skilled mechanic: able to easily fix most problems with ships and other machinery, and also take them apart.
A fairly competent programmer/hacker: not the best in the business by any means but certainly knowledgeable.
Adaptability: He's a bit of a jack of all trades, anything that doesn't involve extensive physical training he can grasp fairly quickly.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Born on Coruscant to a family who could not afford him. They were poor, unemployed and unable to support themselves, let alone a child. A far as anyone is concerned they were complete nobodies with no fame or wealth to put to their name. Just another smudge on the lower city's radar. Cindel was given only a first name and was dropped off at the nearest orphanage at birth and left parent-less for the first three years of his life. Life was grim there, with the majority of children either orphaned due to the deaths of their parents or simply being abandoned. It was melancholy and often harsh, with lots of hunger and very little space due to the ammount of children who whould arrive ever month or so.
But there was a vauge sense of unity among the staff and the children old enough to understand their predicament. They were in this together and as grim as it was the orphanage was the closest thing to a family any of them had. for the first three years of his life Cindel was largely oblivious and uninterested in the world around him. The orphanage was boring and painful, he preferred not to socialise. He made no real friends but then again nobody was particularly antagonistic. He was fed and sheltered and until he escaped those bleak days were all he had really known.
He was, however, picked up by a man who had recently lost his wife and, in grief and loneliness, had decided to adopt a son. To Cindel this was fantastic. The notion of escaping the orphanage, of seeing a wider world, was exciting. The man was a mechanic. Nothing big, just a relatively small shop dealing in personal ships and nothing bigger than light freighters. The man, Nejj Morren, was the owner of the garage and a small team who helped him, all of whom lived off of fixing up and restoring ships all situated in the Coruscant underworld. It was a modest and often hard living but they coped.
Initially, as Cindel grew older, he showed no real interest in ships or machinery at all, initially finding the subject boring, although he was an avid reader. Since Cindel was home-schooled due to Nejj's inability to afford any formal schooling, Cindel was learning less then other children of his age. He was able to learn how to read and write, and how to do standard mathematics but many things to do with history or science was not provided.
But since Cindel only really knew how to read that was all he did. Read books, over and over again. Whilst Nejj himself wasn't a big reader, or especially knowledgeable of the wider galaxy, had been a big collector of books and reading material in the hope that they would eventually sell for more than he bought them for.
Cindel didn't much venture out of the shop or his home due to the warnings Nejj gave him about how dangerous it could be. He was friends with the children of some of Nejj's work collegues, children of the many various species who made up the multi-cultural society of Coruscant's underworld. They were, however, mostly older than him and therefore more likely to venture further in to the lower city than Cindel was comfortable with.
So for a child with very few friends outside of the garage and with nothing to keep him company but his literature Cindel eventually began teaching himself. Initially, of course, the books he read were not very complicated but soon it became clear that he was a naturally accelerated child as he quickly began reading and processing increasingly complicated information and texts meant for people much older than he was. From reading books way beyond his reading age and being able to clearly learn from the books on all manner of subject he was clearly very intelligent for anyone of his relative age despite his lack of formal education.
Reading was what he did for most of his life between then and his teenage years. His lack of schooling no longer became a problem to him and out of the few other children he knew he was clear among the most intelligent, if not the most intelligent. All of it came down to interest. Other children mostly hated school, or learning. They would have rather played outside but for Cindel it was the other way around. Nothing was more comfortable than reading and learning to him.
In terms of childhood he suffered no great losses and no great gains. His life was confined to mostly his home and the garage, and the only changes he ever especially saw in his life were new employees joining Nejj's team and old ones leaving. This wasn't especially and impact on his own life, however. As long as Cindel had his bookshelf was happy. Every so often, when Nejj bought a new book or two, there was a small jump in excitement for Cindel but there was never anything especially important in his life at this time.
By the age of 13 he had already been eating up the more complicated books with ease and steadily learning disjointed facts about how plants and animals lived, anatomy both human and alien, all about different planets and their ecosystems and the even the simplest fundamentals of the Jedi order and politicd, schooling himself in most of the things Nejj was unable to teach him. It wasn't long until he began to crave the most complicated books within his grasp: His fathers mechanic and ship construction volumes.
The theory behind mechanics was fascinating to Cindel at the time. The way everything seemed to fit together and work was a joy to read about. From observing his fathers work, reading the volumes extensively and eventually taking a fair few menial tasks around the garage in his spare time, Cindel was beginning to understand the business fairly well.
At the age of 15 Cindel had begun to dedicate his life to learning mechanics. Through fixing ships with the crew at a very young age Cindel quickly developed a knack for it and became a great asset to the team at a very young age, especially when it came to ships computers: an area which the team had not dealt with prior to Cindel's understanding of how they worked.
Around about the age of 17, Cindel quickly became weary of mechanics. He didn't abandon the trade but he began to feel as though there was not much left to learn and, to fight his boredom, he ventured beyond the garage and in to the entertainment districts for the first real time in his life.
The sights were shocking in both good and bad ways. The mish-mash of culture, the bright lights, the exotic aliens and the even more exotic night-life were wonders to behold. He experienced the entertainment districts in many ways. He drank a lot, he went in to all manner of clubs and he survived quite a few bar brawls, picking up some basic fighting skills in the process.
After a while he began to treat his excursions as a kind of experiment: He was observing people and their habits. The good, the bad and the ugly. Then he began to write about it. He was fascinated and horrified in equal measure by this behavior and, personally, saw fit to at least document not only what he saw but his feelings on the issues.
He wrote about corrupt officials he saw, the crimes he witnessed, the backstabbing nature of people and the flat out ugliness of what was around him. Through use of a local network he published his notes and writings, sharing them under a fitting tongue-in-cheek name: 'Crybaby'. Initially his success as Crybaby was good. He made no money from what he wrote but people enjoyed it as a natural extension of his interest in reading, and he was having a fun time systematically ruining the reputations of certain big-name criminals and those involved in organised crime. It was a dangerous game but his facade and anonymous presence made it hard for anyone to find personally.
But, at the age of 18, tragedy struck. As with all sorts of grotty, dirty underworlds, Nejj met an unfitting end. Mugged and shot dead for no reason other than having the audacity to walk alone on his way back from work. After this incident the business started to fall apart. Many members of the team left to work at other, more sustainable jobs and soon it was just Cindel and one or two others working on one ship a month. Cindel reacted badly to it, publishing scathing remarks about the state of the society he lived in and the scum of the galaxy, how the politics of fear meant more than the politics of the upper reaches of the city and how their society had basically been abandoned. Unexpectedly, he had touched the hearts of a fair few people, other who felt much llike him but were either too meek or scared to voice their opinions.
His writings were passed between many people, gaining the name 'Crybaby' worldwide recognition, with even one or two other core worlds catching wind of his writing. Although nobody could trace the writing back to Cindel, he was well aware of the effect his writing was having. Knowledge that he had managed to at least reach out towards and somewhat inspire a fair few people on multiple worlds. His writing was apperently both intelligent and charismatic, somthing one wouldn't expect from a humble, reclusive mechanic working in the lower city of coruscant.
As such he took a vow to one day finally leave behind his mechanic business on this one world and travel to the exotic planets he read about as a child and he would write about his travels and distribute them for everyone to read, eventually making a living off of it. But until then he would be poor and be unable to buy a ship and unable to get off-world. Only time would tell if he achieved his goals.
RP Sample:
Cindel quietly stalked the streets hustle and bustle of night life and merriment, a long and dirty coat that he had pilfered from a club not two nights ago protecting himself against the slight chill. The seedy underbelly of Coruscant was as dirty as always. Thugs, thieves and idiot drunks cackling their way across the street. Loathsome.
Cindel Came to a corner and stopped as he observed a bright, shiny advert dancing in front of his eyes, almost bringing a tear to his eye with how bright it was. He looked away from the advert, the shiny decorations that once fascinated him but now served only to distract him from the reality of his surroundings.
He let a bony, slender hand remove his hair from his eyes as he continued his journey. This place was diseased. Corrupt. Coruscant needed to be either cured or euthanised. It might look clean on the surface. The eggshell white of the jedi council, politicians and businessmen in prim suits creating a sunny, healthy facade but if you scratched that surface then what did you get? A city where you can't even see the sky.
The business in this place was in murder and theft. The criminals were the real politicians here. The only measure of power was how much money you could carry in your wallet with being shot for it. Cindel smiled, this article was practically writing itself.
His smiled changed quickly, however, when another drunken fool lurched from out of a club's darkened doorway and bumped in to him. The drunk turned quickly, clearly about to say a word against Cindel and perhaps even attempt to fight him. Alas, the man spun so quickly his lack of motor skills sent him straight to the ground. Collapsing and falling asleep, snoozing quietly on the ground.
Cindel grimaced for a second but suddenly felt an odd kinship with that man. What happened to him today? Did he get mugged? Did a friend of his meet an untimely end? If so then this was how he would react. The only way you could react around here: distraction. To get drunk and to forget.
Cindel smiled one more, removing his coat and placing it over the peaceful looking drunkard before turning away. Cindel now finally udnerstood. What he needed now was a distraction. He then proceed to march his way in to the very same club the man had just staggered out from. He needed a BIG distraction.
