Another old fashioned one.

[Mr Pulse]

-The tall, pale gentleman strolled into the grand recruitment centre of the great GJO.

He was barley visible under the wide-brimed hat, his high collars turned up. Despite his obscuring long black coat, his build was still quite apparent; slim but a touch more athletic then some of the thinner Gurdians.

He removed his hat; turquoise pupils set in black eyes peered around the room from behind the high collars.

He saw most Jedi were quite busy but he managed to find one who seamed unengaged.-

"Excuse we...."

-He said, his dry, wraspy words pushing to be as polite as possible.-

[Dasquian Belargic]

“Greetings.”

The figure bowed.

“I am Jedi Knight Dasquian Belargic. How can I help you?”

[Mr Pulse]

"Ahh, Sir Knight..."

-With the hat clutched to his chest he gave a bow, an acknowledgement of respect to the Senior Jedi.
His head returned to it's appropriate height.-

"...Please, allow me to introduce myself, I am Mr Pulse."

[Dasquian Belargic]

“Hail and well met, Mr Pulse,” Dasquian returned the customary greeting.

“What is it you seek here today?”