Lord Depravious
Shaidin Kamari
Lord Depravious slowly walked along the training grounds. The walls slowly whispered to his presence, the shadows shifted around his body as he slowly walked through the corridors. Thud... Thud... Thud... Ching... Ching... Ching.. The sounds of his boots resonated through out the halls as the power of the force was taken aback by his very presence in a place. He was here for one reason and one reason only. To find those that would listen to him, that would train with him, and that he could possibly one day call his brother. Lord Depravious was a very picky man - any whom he thought could not uphold the title of his family, of his dynasty that he had worked so hard and so long to create would be thrown to the wolves. Any who succeeded and that would be very few - would be of the elite of the order. They would be feared wherever they went, and more importantly they would be loved.
He slowly ran his hand along the walls of the temple of which he walked. The sand runes running along his fingers slowly scraping at the cloth which ran over his fingertips. He had his eyes closed as he walked through the order; he had no need for vision with his eyes he could feel every living being in that temple. Every single line on the wall reminded him of his own home world upon Eisalai which was now destroyed by those of whom he had called brother.
He slowly walked into the training dojo and his eyes finally opened. The crimson orbs were as if a river of blood flowed through his pupils into his eyeballs - and that predatory gaze fixated upon the floor as he took another step forward. His power was immense and any of those around him could feel it.
He was here to take an apprentice; however, this apprentice did not have to be an "acolyte" any and all of those who were willing to become apart of something greater would take part in learning the Dark Arts of what it used to take to be a Sith. Of what it truly meant to be a Sith.
He slowly ran his hand along the walls of the temple of which he walked. The sand runes running along his fingers slowly scraping at the cloth which ran over his fingertips. He had his eyes closed as he walked through the order; he had no need for vision with his eyes he could feel every living being in that temple. Every single line on the wall reminded him of his own home world upon Eisalai which was now destroyed by those of whom he had called brother.
He slowly walked into the training dojo and his eyes finally opened. The crimson orbs were as if a river of blood flowed through his pupils into his eyeballs - and that predatory gaze fixated upon the floor as he took another step forward. His power was immense and any of those around him could feel it.
He was here to take an apprentice; however, this apprentice did not have to be an "acolyte" any and all of those who were willing to become apart of something greater would take part in learning the Dark Arts of what it used to take to be a Sith. Of what it truly meant to be a Sith.