<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Freelance<del>Thief</del>Treasure Hunter<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Social hour!?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv<br/><br/><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><br/>“Ugh, what nasty words,” she complained, “let’s just say…I don’t have a ship.” She smiled after the explanation. She turned to lean her back against the bar, elbows resting on the countertop as she waited for her drink. Her eyes wandered around the crowd at the Afterlife as she listened to Jarv.<br/><br/>“We are a rare sight to see…some of us are even rarer than others,” she winked. “Some of us choose to stay, but life on Kahje is…” she paused, perhaps the first time she’d been at a loss for words since Jarv had met her, “hard to explain. Equal parts death sentence and indentured servitude. But some of us get…ignored and manage to slip away.”<br/>