by Craw Toboga » Thu Jun 21, 2018 9:46 pm
Craw sniffed the opened bottle and scrunched his face.
"No, I... We were bound to get married, you know? She was the love of my life and we were bound to get married... But I... I fucked it up. As I usually do. Everything I touch it... Just crumbles." Craw closed his eyes and sighed before continuing. "The night before the wedding I panicked, I got scared, I got drunk and I stole a ship and ran away. I left her at the altar. Until a year ago she was still gunning for my head, I ain't blaming her. I'd deserve it."
| Neutral/Working for the Republic | Mandalorian! | Human | Currently: Sober |
Carries with: Commlink and stimpacks [When appropriate: Armor, OK-98 Blaster Carbine and a vibromachete]
"I'm trying my best here!"