Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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OOC: Reusing this intro as the other thread is no longer active and didn't get far. Anyone is welcome to join! :)
Feel free to choose the city, as long as you think it makes sense for both characters.

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Mortyra stood at the center of the rooftop.

Neon light bled upward from the city, drowning most of the stars beneath its endless glow and leaving only the faintest few visible through the haze.

Wind pulled at the dark cloak draped over her armor and shifted it in uneven movements around her lithe frame. Matte black plating covered her torso, shoulders, and forearms while a dark hood rested over the smooth black helmet concealing her face entirely. Near the small of her back, a lightsaber hilt rested secured against her belt.

Rain slicked the rooftop into fractured reflections of distant towers and cold neon light.

Beside her, a man hung suspended above the surface, boots dangling uselessly over empty air while both hands clawed desperately at his throat. Wet, broken gasps escaped him, each collapsing before enough air reached his lungs. Mortyra's hold on him through the Force was absolute. He was not strong enough to escape her.

Her eyes were closed. Not in calm. Focus.

Force Sight unfolded the city around her into something far different than vision. Life moved through the city in currents, endless threads of intent layered across the rain and urban glow. Every presence within the reach of her awareness burned against her senses.

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VARIN MORTIFER




Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

Varin watched from behind, the glow of his eye shining like a lone star in the sky. He watched the man choke, watched him gasp for air, but Varin knew he would not be gifted with something like that, not easily.

Just another night on Naboo.

He felt the familiar tug of another Sith and decides to follow it. His signature in the force not only announced itself within the weave of the force, it burned, leaving a wound wherever he stepped.

The rain that tapped over his armor hissed from the heat that generated from his body. His helm rested in the bend of his elbow, waiting for him to don it.

His other hand rested his palm lazily over the hilt of his Black Blade.

There he waited in silence.


 

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