Korriban was a place for the dead more than it was a place for the living, its barren landscape inhospitable to most forms of life yet hosting vicious predators all of its own, its monolithic rock formations engraved with the workings of generations, from scribbled runes to towering statues...
... and throughout all of this, a sense of power could be felt, waxing and waning like the sands, but always there, at the edge of perception.
It was not without reason that the Sith Lord had chosen this as the site to acquaint himself with his new form.
Perched as he was atop a sand-worn boulder without a scrap of clothing to shield himself from the sun's glaring rays, he
should have been horribly sunburned, should have been aching from head to toe, and yet he was not. He should have been hungry too, having brought no food or water, but after shifting his taste buds about a bit he had been able to consume - fully consume - poisonous foilage unprocessed. Remarkable.
Feeling the soft humming of power tamed and applied at the edge of his consciousness, Adrian turned in its general direction. He
had felt a presence earlier, one with a far more complicated cognition than that of the local fauna. Ever curious, he was moved to investigate.
Sliding off his perch with feline grace, the Sith Lord frowned slightly, taking a moment to correct subtle mistakes in his still-naked body. He wasn't supposed to be
that tall and his skin was most certainly not meant to look that rocky. With that resolved, he proceeded to manifest clothing from his very body... or tried, at least. Perhaps a three-piece suit was a bit too ambitious of him.
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A few minutes later, the mysterious stranger would hear the soft tapping of flesh against sand and stone, would see a dark-haired human in his twenties wearing an all-black turtleneck and trousers yet remaining weirdly barefoot, as if the concept of shoes had him stumped for now.
"
Why hello there, pleasant day for a bit of Sorcery, hmm?"