Yaki Kadafi
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Kadafi but stood there for a moment, eyes wide as if caught in a trance.
What the ---?
After a long moment or two, a certain pungent aroma brought the drunk back to life and he composed himself. With an awkward shrug, Kadafi tucked his "pistol" back within the confines of his loins and tossed a few coins in the direction of the barkeep.
"Sorry for the mess, gents." The drunk said to everyone and no-one. "The name's Perry Lee, bounty hunter extraordinaire."
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The fellow before him grunted indifferently, but to Yaki Kadafi – a self-styled destroyer of worlds – the sound was an uttered threat as real as any.
Shoot 'em!
"What the --- IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Kadafi yelled. "Ya see what I'm rollin' with, ---?! Are you brain-dead?!"
With a snarl, the drunk fires off a warning shot within the crowded bar – a shot that strikes perilously close to an ol' queer sitting dead in the middle of the cantina.
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What the --- was his problem? The mother---. A little bit of liquid courage and all of these ---holes suddenly become triggermen. Bastards.
"Who the --- are you talking to, potna?" Kadafi hiccupped to no one in particular as he stumbled back to the bar, one hand grasping at his zipper while the other manhandled his blaster's grip.
They're watching you. One false move and-
"--- that!" Kadafi spat as he drunkenly spun around, pistol now in hand. "What the --- is your problem, huh!?"
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YAKI KADAFI'S CHARACTER SHEET
Identity [!ident]
Name: Yaki Kadafi
Alias: Khalil
Homeworld: Tatooine
Species: Humanoid
Physical Description [!dscrp]
Age: 36
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair: Black, worn shoulder-length and greasy
Eyes: Yellow
Sex: Male
Faction Information [!factn]
Force User: Force Sensitive
Alignment: Neutral
Current Faction Affiliation: ...
Current Faction Rank: ...
To be updated as this new character is developed.
Mos Eisley - Tatooine
in The Galaxy
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He reminded Yaki Kadafi of his little cousin, William. It was the stank, mostly... a pungent aroma that hung in the air, assaulting those about worse than the drunk and his pistol ever could. Kadafi liked it. With a smile, the drunk took a step back from this Burt Macklin character and offered forth an exaggerated bow.
"What the hell is on this menu?"
The words weren't Kadafi's.
Pistol-fire.