D O M I N U S
In the mind of he who wandered about the rolling sands, very few in the Galaxy knew what it meant to be truly lost. This opinion was not born of the fact that Isley Verd, a Mandalorian, was wandering about the wasteland known as Tatooine; but something much more. Over the course of his lifetime, he had walked a convoluted path. Once he was a proud warrior of Mandalore: a son whose heart burned with a ferocity and loyalty to the people who reared him. Yet with time came changes and confusion. In the wake of his imprisonment and the subsequent revelation that his entire world had changed...well, it was only natural that he changed as well. Isley no longer felt as if he belonged, and then began to walk a darker path.
Goaded by promises uttered from the lips of a Sith, Isley briefly adopted the alias Dar'jetii...and it was under this name that he dove into the Dark Side of the Force. He allowed it to take root within his heart and to saturate every fiber of his being until he could not even recognize himself. In the wake of the promising, Mandalorian youth was a monster, born and bred by the Darkness. To wrest him from the clutches of the black that stained his very soul, it took feelings that confused Isley to no end. A woman, married no less, who had befriended him to the point of trusting him with her life. This friendship, at least as far as he was concerned, grew into feelings that he would dare not utter to anyone; and was enough to begin dragging him to the Light, for that was what she was.
And the end result was one confused man.
He was Mandalorian by birth and blood, a warrior to the very core; but he was also a Forceborn warrior of Light. At least, so he thought and desired. No matter how close he walked to the Light, he could feel the tug of the Darkness in his heart. With every kill, with every moment of emotion, he could feel the Dark Side tugging at him essence. It was maddening to say the least: to be tugged between two paths. And so, for this very reason, the Mandalorian was compelled to get away from it all and just...wander. He needed to find himself again. He needed to understand who the hell Isley Verd was, because at this very moment, he didn't understand anymore! As such, he selected the most desolate place he could think of, Tatooine, and began walking; with no destination in sight.
Finally, after what seemed hours, Isley came to rest under the shade of a rock formation. His helm was deposited upon the dusty earth and he indulged in several gulps of water from his canteen. Once quenched, he took a moment to center himself and to lull his eyes to a close. He began to wander in a different direction: in the Force. The Mandalorian reached out to the enigmatic entity which resided deep within him, and all around him simultaneously, and began to allow its presence to fill and wash over him. Like a mighty tide, the Force crashed down upon him; filling him to the brim absolutely until he began to ask himself the questions that plagued his mind. 'Who am I? What...am I doing? Why?' he'd cry out into the void...and in response an answer, posed as a question, was said.
Goaded by promises uttered from the lips of a Sith, Isley briefly adopted the alias Dar'jetii...and it was under this name that he dove into the Dark Side of the Force. He allowed it to take root within his heart and to saturate every fiber of his being until he could not even recognize himself. In the wake of the promising, Mandalorian youth was a monster, born and bred by the Darkness. To wrest him from the clutches of the black that stained his very soul, it took feelings that confused Isley to no end. A woman, married no less, who had befriended him to the point of trusting him with her life. This friendship, at least as far as he was concerned, grew into feelings that he would dare not utter to anyone; and was enough to begin dragging him to the Light, for that was what she was.
And the end result was one confused man.
He was Mandalorian by birth and blood, a warrior to the very core; but he was also a Forceborn warrior of Light. At least, so he thought and desired. No matter how close he walked to the Light, he could feel the tug of the Darkness in his heart. With every kill, with every moment of emotion, he could feel the Dark Side tugging at him essence. It was maddening to say the least: to be tugged between two paths. And so, for this very reason, the Mandalorian was compelled to get away from it all and just...wander. He needed to find himself again. He needed to understand who the hell Isley Verd was, because at this very moment, he didn't understand anymore! As such, he selected the most desolate place he could think of, Tatooine, and began walking; with no destination in sight.
Finally, after what seemed hours, Isley came to rest under the shade of a rock formation. His helm was deposited upon the dusty earth and he indulged in several gulps of water from his canteen. Once quenched, he took a moment to center himself and to lull his eyes to a close. He began to wander in a different direction: in the Force. The Mandalorian reached out to the enigmatic entity which resided deep within him, and all around him simultaneously, and began to allow its presence to fill and wash over him. Like a mighty tide, the Force crashed down upon him; filling him to the brim absolutely until he began to ask himself the questions that plagued his mind. 'Who am I? What...am I doing? Why?' he'd cry out into the void...and in response an answer, posed as a question, was said.
'What are you afraid of?'