<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Experimental Biotic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>A black sleeveless hooded shirt, simple black pants and red shoes.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Reporting for duty<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay, Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Once she gave her permission, Namir set his tray on the bar and slid onto a stool. He liked her energy. He glanced at the wall of bottles before flashing Jay a friendly grin “Nice to meet you Jay. I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” He kept the chuckle to himself. It was a little cheesy, but he just wasn’t picky, and didn’t think there was a need to have her rummage around for something else.<br/><br/>He nodded at her first question. “I am.” It’s something he’s proud of, no matter the amount of pain it causes. He shook his head with a chuckle at her mention of juggling. “I’d say I’m good at both. I can hold a steady barrier better than most humans and I can pack a punch when I need to. It’s not my focus, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He grinned at her playfully before opening the packaging of his high caloric nutrition bar, "So what do you usually juggle?" He asked before taking a bite.<br/><br/>The moment after, he froze. Just a tick, before he continued to chew with a sour look on his face. The nutrition bar was supposed to have a vanilla flavor,<em>but</em>whatever made these rations did not know what vanilla was, let alone what it tasted like.<br/><br/>Namir scrunched his face and powered through the initial flavor. It was jarring, but the more he chewed the less bad it became. Whatever flavor it was, it was not vanilla but it was survivable. He looked at the partially wrapped bar with mild confusion before setting it back down onto the tray. “You mentioned a drink, right?”<br/>