(this is my role play character from starwars galxies, and here is a small bit of her story 5 posts total so hehe it'll take a few days) Kis'met sifted uncomfortably in her dirt covered prison and sighed, not even Shifting was enough to rest her mind or her body. With her cheek on her arm she tried to find warmth in her lack of clothing, but with nothing but sand to lie on she found no comfort. Her body was wracked with shivers from sickness and cold that seeped into the cell causing her even more greif. With the elements and her mind against her there was nothing left but to go over the memories of the night she was taken from red sands and thrown into this hellish hole.