Daughter of Fen
Lina missed the shadows, missed being unknown, an enigma. Carnifex had forced her into servitude and pulled her into the proverbial light, and into the fray of the Sith Order. Something she had hoped to avoid entirely, but her relationship with Sarlow had progressed further than she could have foreseen.
Now, Lina had to think about her future within the Order, her plans to kill Carnifex would always be at the forefront, but she would need allies to do so. She had already made a connection with
Darth Strosius
all be it a shaky foundation to start with, she had no doubt she could secure his allegiance in time. And she of course couldn't have one without the other.
Former apprentices of Ophidia, traitors and turncoats.
Strosius had been open in his hatred for Kaine, Malum however seemed to be the more level headed of the two, keeping his reservations, if he had them, entirely silent. Time would tell.
She descended the landing ramp, adorned a simple high neck sleeveless dress with a slit to her thigh to allow ease of movement. Her left arm was snaked with the shifting ink of Kaine's mark. At a glance, one might think she wore his mark with pride, but she detested the thing and everything it represented.
Darth Malum of House Marr
Now, Lina had to think about her future within the Order, her plans to kill Carnifex would always be at the forefront, but she would need allies to do so. She had already made a connection with
Darth Strosius
all be it a shaky foundation to start with, she had no doubt she could secure his allegiance in time. And she of course couldn't have one without the other.Former apprentices of Ophidia, traitors and turncoats.
Strosius had been open in his hatred for Kaine, Malum however seemed to be the more level headed of the two, keeping his reservations, if he had them, entirely silent. Time would tell.
She descended the landing ramp, adorned a simple high neck sleeveless dress with a slit to her thigh to allow ease of movement. Her left arm was snaked with the shifting ink of Kaine's mark. At a glance, one might think she wore his mark with pride, but she detested the thing and everything it represented.
Darth Malum of House Marr