Fasalin
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OOC: So, this is just a little something to get me acquainted with the RP. It will skip through the character's "history" which will be written as I go. Feel free to join in, I'll react.
4 YEARS AGO
Assadar looked around uncomfortably. His shuttle, which was taking him to the Sith academy, was filled with eight other recruits, all of them a lot bigger and most of them a fair bit older than he was. The oldest among them looked about 18--there were two or three in this category. There were some who looked only a little older than him but far stockier and more muscly. One of them, a pureblood sith with fiery eyes, was clearly going to be the Alpha male: his ever-present sneer and the cold, superior way he talked made it clear that he thought the others weren't worth the energy it would take to murder them. No doubt he was here by choice--he knew that some people relished the opportunity to become the mindless, uncontrolled killing machines that called themselves Sith. They craved the chance to spill blood, relished the opportunity to gain power over others.
Assadar had spent his last few days in a cell, awaiting transportation to his new home. He remembered how he used to wish for the chance for adventure when his life had all been so comfortable, so safe. Now though, he knew that part of his life was over. Not much was known about the Sith Academy, but the rules were quite clear to everyone in the Galaxy--"kill or be killed."
Just as he finished sizing up each individual occupant of the shuttle--none of whom had spoken on the journey save for the red-skin and those who had quickly decided to become his minions--they descended down, past the ancient temples and looming statues to the landing pad. A few moments later, the doors opened, and the nine apprentices jostled to get out. Assadar waited and got out last--he was in no hurry, but the others pushed him around anyway. After a few moments, he descended the ramp down onto the landing pad. Ahead of him, carved into walls of red rock, was the dark entrance to the academy.
4 YEARS AGO
Assadar looked around uncomfortably. His shuttle, which was taking him to the Sith academy, was filled with eight other recruits, all of them a lot bigger and most of them a fair bit older than he was. The oldest among them looked about 18--there were two or three in this category. There were some who looked only a little older than him but far stockier and more muscly. One of them, a pureblood sith with fiery eyes, was clearly going to be the Alpha male: his ever-present sneer and the cold, superior way he talked made it clear that he thought the others weren't worth the energy it would take to murder them. No doubt he was here by choice--he knew that some people relished the opportunity to become the mindless, uncontrolled killing machines that called themselves Sith. They craved the chance to spill blood, relished the opportunity to gain power over others.
Assadar had spent his last few days in a cell, awaiting transportation to his new home. He remembered how he used to wish for the chance for adventure when his life had all been so comfortable, so safe. Now though, he knew that part of his life was over. Not much was known about the Sith Academy, but the rules were quite clear to everyone in the Galaxy--"kill or be killed."
Just as he finished sizing up each individual occupant of the shuttle--none of whom had spoken on the journey save for the red-skin and those who had quickly decided to become his minions--they descended down, past the ancient temples and looming statues to the landing pad. A few moments later, the doors opened, and the nine apprentices jostled to get out. Assadar waited and got out last--he was in no hurry, but the others pushed him around anyway. After a few moments, he descended the ramp down onto the landing pad. Ahead of him, carved into walls of red rock, was the dark entrance to the academy.