Tuudahk Gihn's page

Whoops, I don't think I made mine through Org Play either...

Also, the forum's 1 hour edit limit plus a game with editors D:

"Zoomy, Defender of Naming Agency." Tuudahk bows solemnly towards to the drone; at the bottom of his dip, he shoots an orange wink at the tittering ysoki in the corner.

We have what sounds like arcing electricity in our bedroom walls, so I flipped the circuit breaker for most of the house. No WiFi, so I’m a phone today, and probably won’t have a post up for a while!

"Oh! No, no no. That's quite alright." Tuudahk waves a hand around his head, brushing off the salute. He stands clops his way over to the fallen chair. "Tuudahk Gihn. Proud son of, ah," he kneels to retrieve the seat, the light of his eye gleaming off its polished surface, "Tihdihk Gihn, I suppose. Stargazer and dabbler. Defender of."
He gently slides the chair towards Zaldekan, then stands to rubs his knuckles against the bottom of his long muzzle. "Hmm. Defender of... common courtesy?" He smiles again, showing another expanse of pearly teeth. "I don't know that I've ever thought about it!"

He leans in towards the drone, squinting. "Hmm. And who's your friend here? Is he also an honored son, proud defender, so on and so forth?" He watches in amusement as the drone cycles through its "faces"; when it reaches a ;), Tuudahk guffaws. "I can do that one!" He raises thick white eyebrows, and the orange mote in his right eye thins out and extends laterally.

Still need to input errthing on the site, but my character's built, equipped, and good to go!
Looking forward to playing with y'all, looks like a good bunch of characters :)

A tall nuar enters the room, engrossed in an object held in one thick-fingered hand. His head is inclined over what looks like a Starinder insignia, the curled horns on his tawny-haired head pointing their tips towards the ceiling, and he mutters to himself in soft, resonant voice.

He steps quickly and precisely around the zipping drone and takes a seat next to the vesk. He sighs deeply and presses a thumb against the device; a holographic display on its surface winks out.

"Ow!" He starts, just realizing that his broad frame is pinched in the waiting room's undersized chair. His muzzle wrinkles with his offended pride, and he looks around. When his gaze falls on the vesk next to him, his frown breaks into a wide, flat-toothed smile. "You'd think in a place like Absalom Station they'd provide for all shapes and sizes, eh?" He half hums, half chortles, and winks at his new acquaintance. The motion of his eyelid briefly dims the light of the shining, deep orange orb that fills his right eye socket.

He continues smiling, settles in his seat as best he can, and adjusts the drape of his red and yellow robe.