Val'halla
J.A.C Headquarters
[ [member="Lord Daemos"] ]
The beginning of a successful career as a Sith was near - Jhoren could feel that. He had set up a meeting with a known Sith Knight, one going by the name of Daemos, to have a potential master-acolyte relationship set up. It was the time for the Sith Acolyte to finally get a master who's not his own father. Somehow, he felt a bit odd inside, just as if something was wrong. Something he couldn't tell.
He stood in the headquarters and had done so for about a quarter of an hour (due to showing up early, of course), but at least he had some time to think. What was he expecting, what was he wanting to study? Was that... Daemos really trustworthy?
Many thoughts raced through his head and he had no way of controlling them whatsoever. He only got to listen to them and begin to worry a lot more. He hadn't heard much about the man before, only that he was popular in many regions of the galaxy, so he didn't know what he could do.
What were his methods? Was he a cruel teacher or one who understood their students? The latter was, of course, a Jedi thing, but he had heard of masters like these. He had to wait to find out.
He wore a black robe, but it looked nothing like the one most force-users wore. It was more elegant, showing his heritage. Beneath it, there was a black shirt and a necklace he had gained from his father so many years ago. Then there were his black leather trousers in which his legs had room to breathe, and boots which were originally meant for conquering mountains and stomping in snow.
His tattoos were there to tell people he was not just a piece of cake. But the ironic part was - he was a piece of cake, actually, having no skills in any force powers and knowing only bare basics of lightsaber techniques.
J.A.C Headquarters
[ [member="Lord Daemos"] ]
The beginning of a successful career as a Sith was near - Jhoren could feel that. He had set up a meeting with a known Sith Knight, one going by the name of Daemos, to have a potential master-acolyte relationship set up. It was the time for the Sith Acolyte to finally get a master who's not his own father. Somehow, he felt a bit odd inside, just as if something was wrong. Something he couldn't tell.
He stood in the headquarters and had done so for about a quarter of an hour (due to showing up early, of course), but at least he had some time to think. What was he expecting, what was he wanting to study? Was that... Daemos really trustworthy?
Many thoughts raced through his head and he had no way of controlling them whatsoever. He only got to listen to them and begin to worry a lot more. He hadn't heard much about the man before, only that he was popular in many regions of the galaxy, so he didn't know what he could do.
What were his methods? Was he a cruel teacher or one who understood their students? The latter was, of course, a Jedi thing, but he had heard of masters like these. He had to wait to find out.
He wore a black robe, but it looked nothing like the one most force-users wore. It was more elegant, showing his heritage. Beneath it, there was a black shirt and a necklace he had gained from his father so many years ago. Then there were his black leather trousers in which his legs had room to breathe, and boots which were originally meant for conquering mountains and stomping in snow.
His tattoos were there to tell people he was not just a piece of cake. But the ironic part was - he was a piece of cake, actually, having no skills in any force powers and knowing only bare basics of lightsaber techniques.