Without a place to go, though glad to be free.

Looking around with curious eyes as he walks the streets of the city planet whos name he did not know. He had recently found his way out of the ship he had been taken to and locked in by the strange man who was told to by the dark woman who had just taken him from his former owner. He was a bit nervous but more curious about his current situation, but above all he was glad that he was free once again.

He is a very thin fourteen year old looking kid and is, quite agile in his movements; that is when he moves. He only likes to really move around when he thinks it is necessary for him to use the energy to actually do so, making him somewhat stubborn with a sense of laziness. He is also not all that logically smart but when it comes to being sensible and quick on his feet, he never fails. He is naturally curious however which makes him regretfully move around a lot as he fallows things that interest him. He has unkempt strait jet black hair that falls down to his shoulders, a narrow face, with sharp dark green eyes. His skin is rather pale from lack of sunlight.

He wears rather meager looking clothes though they fit him perfectly. A black cloth long sleeved shirt, with a dark brown leather vest covers his upper torso while simple gray cloth pants, held up with a brown leather belt, and worn looking brown boots cover his lower self.

Just a quick remark on what I've read, since you've not stated where you are, not even in an OOC statement, it would be hard for someone to reply since they've no idea where to post and why the hell they would be there.

((Taking a leap and assuming that you are on Coruscant))

Genner sighed. The girl he had met days ago had left in the dead of night. Genner didn't bother tracking her. He didn't see a reason why he should; she wasn't important at this point. Genner didn't know what was anymore.

The thought made him more melancholy than he already was. His head was low; he used the Force to sense everything around him with perfect awareness. He knew that if a Jedi felt him, they would be able to find him. He didn't care. If it came to it, his lightsaber was on his belt. He wasn't a good fighter. But he would fight if he had to.

His awareness allowed him to pick up the sensation of a boy wandering down the dark lower level streets. Nothing peculiar about that....except for the fact he was entirely disoriented and unaware of what was going on around him.

Genner sighed. He felt obliged to help. Something about being a Jedi was nagging on his conscience.

He went to the source of the sensation. He saw the boy -- a teenager. Someone who could have a desire for independence with no real ability to self-navigate. Teenagers in a word.

Genner sighed again. He spoke quietly, his voice breaking the empty street silence. Until now, he had been perfectly silent, remaining in the shadows. He doubted the boy had heard or seen him coming.

"Wandering around down here tends to be a bad idea. Particularly for someone as young as you. Do you have a blaster on you?"

Genner knew that the greeting probably seemed hostile, or at least a little off setting. No hello. No asking for names. Genner picked that out of his mind a name off the top of his head. Siv. Something about the name made Genner have to surpress a humorless laugh.

"If the answer is no, Siv, then you might want to get out of here."

((OOC: Does anyone mind if I join? ))

Siv’s head snapped right to the source of the voice with now a look of fear then curiosity. The voice had asked him if he had a blaster which was something he did not have nor could he afford. The next thing that was said caused Siv to narrow his eyes a bit and finally speak without answering the question, and instead asking one of his own his voice somewhat demanding yet quiet and horse.

“How do you know my name.”

His eyes switched down to his left side for an instant where he saw a metal pipe about two feet long and three inches thick, a decent enough weapon for him. From his life before slavery he was taught ways to stop a person in their tracks; that is if he could get close enough touch them. The pip would be more or less a small extension of his fighting skill if he used it. For now though he would just wait and see as he watched, his eyes honing on to the figure who had spoken until all he saw was the figure before him and nothing else. With his eyes locked he could only think that he was not going to be a slave again.