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@hotshotneomando-blog
Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:
What does their bedroom look like?
Do they have any daily rituals?
Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
...
hotshotneomando started following you
âIf this is about the old lady I hit with my scooter the other day, it totally wasnât my fault she walked right out in front of me. And letâs be honest, if she had been moving a little faster it could have only been a graze and I wouldnât be cleaning 90âs years worth of grey matter off my headlight.â
"No. Though that sounds tragic, I can only imagine how long it must've taken you to get her remains off your...what was it, a scooter? Is that wookie device? Sounds like something they'd make. I'm actually here about a job. See, I have this client, and he hasn't paid me. I need to go get it from him, but I need someone to help me with it. Give you 30% of what he owes me. Whattya say?" The mando eyed the merc, mentally noting his curious garb. But then he could not judge, for he was wearing a relic.
hotshotneomando started following you
âCuy.
The bustling bar was commonplace for Ruus. He sought solace among the noise and bustle...
Sa eyn (Mand)Alor.: hotshotneomando: kar-alorade: hotshotneomando started followingâŚ
He looked at her quizzically, smile still on his lips. "The way I stand huh? Well then you've good eyes. Of course, my armor would've been a dead giveaway. Can't walk around anywhere within a couple hundred parsecs of Mandalore." He brushed the cloak to reveal the worn, but cared for, crimson neo-mandalorian armor. He let it drop back shut and sighed. "please don't lecture me about how it belongs in a museum, I have so many better uses for it." was he trying to impress her? She was attractive, but was it the fact that he hadnt talked to another mando in years or did he actually have feelings for her.  That was ridiculous, he'd talked to her for 10 minutes, tops. His eyes sifted through her hair to her face; to the green eyes like sparkling gems of priceless value staring back at him defiantly. He wished the drinks would get there faster.Â
hotshotneomando started following you
âCuy.
The bustling bar was commonplace for Ruus. He sought solace among the noise and bustle that came with anywhere that served alcohol. He rarely visited the same one more than twice in a row, as it...
The boy grinned. He was pleased she would talk to him. He motioned for the bar tender to bring the drinks. "so, how did you know I was a mando? Ive taken to wearing this cloak to avoid... unwanted attention." He searched her face as he tried to think of what else to say. His eyes soaked in the scene before him, trying to find out everything he could about her.Â
hotshotneomando started following you
âCuy.
The bustling bar was commonplace for Ruus. He sought solace among the noise and bustle that came with anywhere that served alcohol. He rarely visited the same one more than twice in a row, as it attracted less attention. This one, however, was a personal favorite of his. Something about it reminded him of home, perhaps it was the fact that they served a good strong ne'tra gal, and an even stronger tihaar to boot. Whatever it was, he instantly for got it as the woman that walked in caught his eye. To him, she was stunningly beautiful and it had nothing to do with the mandalorian armor she was wearing. He himself had taken to wearing a cloak over his armor as it tended to raise unnecessary attention. Naturally, it surprised him when she walked over to sit next to him. It surprised him even more when she greeted him in mando'a. He did the only thing he could think to. "Can I buy you a drink? This place has some half decent Ne'tra Gal."
manipulativemastermind started following you
Ruus's eyes widened as he recognized the figure before him. He turned to the chancellor, helmet tucked under his arm. Mind racing, he desperately thought of the right words to say, wanting to avoid the embarrassment of an earlier encounter with a politician. "Supreme Chancellor I... its an honor, sir." Â
Ruus let the feet of his chair hit the floor and he downed his drink. As the worn glass slammed onto the scarred table, he donned the helmet on the table next to him. The fluidity of his motion didnât allow the new intruder much of a chance to see his face, but it allowed...
As he peered through his helmet at the clone in front of him, his eyes flitted back and forth, scanning every feature on his body. The scar across his face, and the katarn armor with the orange paint stuck out to him for some reason. Ruus took off his helmet. "Clone commando huh? They were always so cocky." The perfect scar on his lips parted as he spoke, a straight line down the left side of his mouth. Just below the nose and slightly to the left, reaching down to the side of the chin. It was an eerie scar, much too straight and almost perfect in its healing. "What good would my armor do in a museum. Armor is meant to be worn, or it is no longer armor." He signaled for another bottle of gar for the clone. "Why should you care anyway, dont you have orders to follow?"
hotshotneomando started following you
âHello, sir? Youâre a Mandalorian, arenât you?â
"I am. I was hired to protect a senator, and the pay is good so I accepted. Is that all you wanted, or should I tell you my name as well." Realizing his mistake, the merc ran to catch up with the senator, took off his helmet and placed it under his arm. "ma'am, I am sorry if I have offended you. I am not used to the politics that comes with being on Coruscant. My name is Ruus, and if I can be of service please ask." His cheeks flushed red with the embarrassment of rudeness.Â
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Ruus let the feet of his chair hit the floor and he downed his drink. As the worn glass slammed onto the scarred table, he donned the helmet on the table next to him. The fluidity of his motion didnât allow the new intruder much of a chance to see his face, but it allowed for the possible glimpse of a shock of sandy brown hair and skin a much too pale white. He turned to face his, for lack of a better word, guest and spoke in a voice much younger then the armor he wore and the manner in which he carried himself. âWhat do you want, clone?â
((I just set this blog up on my phone.))
((So thereâs more to come. I will have a separate page for this soon but for now heres just the details. This is a Star Wars RP blog, set just after the fall of the republic. Ruus is a twenty something mandalorian, descended from a long line of guardians; noble warriors fighting in the night for the people they love. Ruus, while he may share the clan name, does not share its ideals or even its armor. Heâs headstrong, a hotshot, courageous bordering on stupid, highly trained, brilliant, and for all intents and purposes, still a teenager. Heâs egotistical and very very afraid of being weak, so he hides it behind a massive suit of neo-mandalorian beskarâgam. He has a temper unlike most others and when mad flies into a blood rage that, while awe inspiring, makes him very vulnerable to opponents not easily frightened. His village trained him in the ancient ways so that he may fill the shoes of those before him. He is descended from the clan Ca'tra, meaning night sky. This is a family warriors all with the same black and white armor, though Ruus differs from this with his red streaks. While his clan has adopted modern armor, he harbors a love of his neo-crusader armor. He has a tattoo of the neo-crusader symbol on his left shoulderblade. His urge to fight, regardless of the opponent, drove him to argue with his clan and family and eventually steal a starship and make out for his own, becoming a gun for hire and a damn good one(but donât let him hear you say that.) Still trying to make his way in the world, he talks big but if you can get to know him and trust him, thereâs more underneath that rediculous armor then one would assume.))
