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samanthinator
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Original poster
Osheth.
The only habitable planet in the Aret system. Widely considered to be the 'underbelly' of the galaxy, the harsh world is rife with crime and illegal activity. Most of it is a giant metropolis, with the remaining natural space being the planet's chaotic oceans. The frequent storms and the even more frequent conflict between the various planetary factions resulted in a world that's home to many different types.
A bar, situated on one of the middle levels of the city, is typically home to all of them.
A bright sign, styled after the old 'neon' signs from when Earth was the only planet humans inhabited, declare the place to be the "Dark Side Bar". The lettering was bright red, the border in purple. A small parking lot of sorts for the various hovercraft its patrons drive is to the left of the entrance.
This place is where everybody comes. Everyone from aliens to humans to werewolves, whether they be bounty hunters, mercenaries, or priests come to the place. They share a few tales, have a couple of drinks, maybe even make a friend or two.
The place itself?
Simple.
There's a huge darkly toned metal bar, behind which you'll usually find the bartender. Red stools line the side the customers sit on. A few red bowls made of what looks like ordinary clay are set on the surface of the bar, containing nuts or their equivalent from various planets. The floor is smooth, red, and patterned elegantly. Tables line the walls, both of which are made of the same darkly colored metal. Chairs or booths are matched up with the tables, the cushion on them being covered in a synthetic dark red cloth that resembles leather. The whole place is spotless, and the bartender works hard to keep it that way.
So go ahead, walk in. Sit down, have a drink, tell a few stories.
And welcome to the Dark Side.
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OOC thread link: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/welcome-to-the-dark-side-ooc.28813/
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The bartender for the place was polishing off a particularly stubborn stain from one of his glasses. His name is Aurelius, and he owns the joint. He's the one who keeps the place tidy and manages to get drinks to a bar full of people every night. He's not the type to mind the work, though, seeing as he loves his job. Not many other occupations that bring you into contact with so many people, so many stories.
Looking at him, you wouldn't expect him to be a bartender.
He's six foot four, just under two meters tall. Since he's heavily built, the man looks somewhat like a human tank. His hair is blond, cut short enough to stick up on its own. There's a cowlick in the back which makes the hair spiral out in a strange way, but it's easy to get the feeling that Aurelius doesn't mind. Brown eyes evaluate the glass before him, searching for remnants of the stain. His face is rectangular in shape, with heavy brows, a crooked nose and a strong jaw. A jagged scar cuts a jagged line from his hairline to his jaw, cutting through his eyebrow and down his cheek. The thing might be from a blade, but it might have been from a beast. He's always dressed casually, with a simple white tee-shirt made from synthetic fiber, black pants made from the same material, and shoes designed for comfort.
Setting the glass down, he looks up as the first guest of the night walks in.
"Hey," he states simply. "What can I get you?"