Post by Davle on May 12, 2010 22:21:28 GMT
Name: Davle
Race: Toydarian
Age: 65
Faction: Davle cares only about the art
Occupation: Art dealer
Weapons: Short dagger
Weapon Proficiencys: Average
Equipment: Brochures
Ship(s): None, I'm stuck here
History: I was born in Toydor. I now live and have a boutique in Bestine, on Tatooine. My life hasn't really been that interesting. Not as much as my cousin Watto's, anyway.
In fact it could be said that I constantly live in his shadow, as we share an uncanny resemblance, and people constantly mistake me for him. Sometimes I've had stormtroopers show up at my house looking for Watto because of something fishy he had done; they almost took me away with them once.
I'm just an honest art dealer who tries to make a decent living selling digital paintings.
RP Example: Davle greeted the stranger who had entered into his boutique, and said: "So, what can I do for you?
Can I interest you in this nice image of Jabba? Or maybe you'd prefer this nice view of the desert?"
And the stranger replied: "Actually, I was looking for an used engine-..."
"Watto's shop is in Mos Espa!! Mos Espa!!! Who sent you here?"
"Some guy named Wald..."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Now please kindly leave my boutique, if you're not interested in buying paintings. Good day sir."
Davle was a bit crossed, but he just shrugged it off, knowing that these kinda things happened all the time. So he just flew mumbling behind the counter and waited for another customer. As the minutes passed, Davle looked at Tatoo I, outside, and sighed, knowing well that hardly anybody came to his shop....
Race: Toydarian
Age: 65
Faction: Davle cares only about the art
Occupation: Art dealer
Weapons: Short dagger
Weapon Proficiencys: Average
Equipment: Brochures
Ship(s): None, I'm stuck here
History: I was born in Toydor. I now live and have a boutique in Bestine, on Tatooine. My life hasn't really been that interesting. Not as much as my cousin Watto's, anyway.
In fact it could be said that I constantly live in his shadow, as we share an uncanny resemblance, and people constantly mistake me for him. Sometimes I've had stormtroopers show up at my house looking for Watto because of something fishy he had done; they almost took me away with them once.
I'm just an honest art dealer who tries to make a decent living selling digital paintings.
RP Example: Davle greeted the stranger who had entered into his boutique, and said: "So, what can I do for you?
Can I interest you in this nice image of Jabba? Or maybe you'd prefer this nice view of the desert?"
And the stranger replied: "Actually, I was looking for an used engine-..."
"Watto's shop is in Mos Espa!! Mos Espa!!! Who sent you here?"
"Some guy named Wald..."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Now please kindly leave my boutique, if you're not interested in buying paintings. Good day sir."
Davle was a bit crossed, but he just shrugged it off, knowing that these kinda things happened all the time. So he just flew mumbling behind the counter and waited for another customer. As the minutes passed, Davle looked at Tatoo I, outside, and sighed, knowing well that hardly anybody came to his shop....