Father of Titans

Morna felt good. He was eating some food at the local bar. Nothing like bacon to fill his stomach. Morna was different from all of the people around him. He wore his sword on his back. the usual garment of a sleavless robe with a firey ornage scarf around his neck. The orange cloth underlays that made cloves were reaching all the way up his arms untill it reached his shoulders. He wore his black vambraces and greaves. small pouldrons on his shoulders, and armored knuckles. giving him an advantage in a fist fight, or just punching in general.
Morna ate the last of his breakfast in the Bar and looked around so see people stare at his hands. They were covered in permenent ash marks from his powers. He also had a Sith sword. It was strange to look at. and just as deadly in the hands of Morna. He was going to train alittle bit later today since his master Daxton Bane told him to practice untill the time being. All he had to do was look for some people to fight other than the other apprentices that he had beaten.
Morna payed for his meal and walked away towards the training grounds to see if their may be some one new that he could face. It would be intresting, because he had beaten all of the other apprentices. Some of them were way to easy while others were pretty close to him loosing. But his name of being called the "Phoenix" from his attack on the jumpers a while back kept the Apprentices thinking on what he may have done next.
Morna had been training in the force. The real force. The ones that the Sith and the Jedi used to fight eachother for thousands of years. Morna could do just about what any normal Sith apprentice could do, But he could do better. He was a Shaper of Fire and Earth. Making him have more possabiltys to attack someone. He smiled at the though and continued to walk to the grounds.
[OOC: Open to 1-2 people preferbaly dark side force users.]