Serian Loria
In the shadows, at the fringe
~: Serian Corsair Loria :~
"Never delude yourself into thinking you are the master the Force, for you will eventually find that the true master is the Force Itself.
It matters not the name or values; we all follow its will and obey."
BASIC INFORMATION:
Playby: Ben Barnes
Voice: Caius Ballad
- Name: Serian Corsair Loria
- Alias: Darth Almas
- Species: Human
- Age: 25
- Birthdate: October 31st 26ABY [Spent 810 years in stasis]
- Height: 6'0"
- Weight: 180 lbs
- Eye Color: Ruby red
- Hair Color: Black with blue highlights
- Skin Pigmentation: Honey and cream
- Force Sensitive: Yes
- Place of residence: Exocron
- Planet of Birth: Kuat
- Father: Fael Loria [Deceased]
- Mother: Cassandra Petra-Loria [Deceased]
- Wife: None
- Children: Serena Constatine (Adopted)
- Pets: None
- Photographic memory:
- It can be inconvenient as he cannot always control what pops to the forefront of his mind, a name or a picture can trigger a recollection and distract him.
Since he's read all sorts of things he has learned to cope, but too much stimulus will give him a headache.
- Painting & Drawing:
Serian's occupation aside from what he does for the Confederacy, his paintings and drawings are mainly of people and nature, though he does occasionally do abstract paintings as the mood strikes him.
- A one bladed collapsible saber-staff, the blade is a silvery grey, its name is Asha and it means 'Existence' and 'Truth'.
- Has an amulet that was a gift from his former lover and apprentice Telara.
The items below were received as tokens, rewards and gifts:
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Note that the house images are not scale, but are used merely to show what the house and layout is like.
Those who currently live with Serian:
None, other than his servants.
Servants:
- Kureilia Fair: House cleaner, cook; Daughter of Endron
- Endron Panna: Gardener, House cleaner, driver
- Henrik Fair: Gardener [Specializes in trees], house cleaner; Kureilia's husband
The Moross Crusade
- Force Rank: Master
- Force Alignment: Neutral
- Faction Division: Follower of Neth
- Faction Position: Archivist
- None
FORMER FACTION AFFILIATIONS:
The Confederacy of Independent Systems
KNOWN FORCE POWERS:
Has a strong Force connection, fights with the Force .
Powers with a * are ones he has a particular affinity for.
- Force Sense
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
- *Force Persuasion
- *Force Illusion
- *Doppleganger
- Shadow Vision
- *Force Cloak
- *Force Stealth
- Torture by Chagrin
- Animal Friendship
- *Pyrokinesis
- *Alter Environment
- Detoxify Poison
- Center of Being
- Darkshear
- Force Absorb
- Protection bubble
- *Plant Surge
NOTABLE LIGHTSABER FORMS:
Is no more than a passable physical fighter, if who is fighting draws that close.
- [Novice] Shii-Cho
- [Intermediate] Ataru
Strengths:
- Patient, calm, honorable.
- Critical, controlling, sharp tongued, sarcastic, cynical, pessimistic, a shade paranoid, insolent, reclusive, perfectionist, manipulative.
- Music. beaches, art, fruit; melons in particular, clear starry nights, cats, tea.
- Strongly prefers places of nature over crowded cities.
- Sugary sweets, bright colors, loud obnoxious and small dogs, chirping crickets.
- Hates the drone of highly populated areas.
Serian has a lithe and toned build, ruby colored eyes and his hair is a blue black that goes a bit past his neck. It's short in front with bangs that if he wishes, cover his eyes. His eyes are his most notable feature as it looks like someone took the exact color of a lit ruby and gave him that color. He has a lean face with high cheekbones and his eyes have a lot of expression, if he chooses to show it.
Personality:
Raised by a man that required adherence to his exacting standards, Serian learned to be precise and exacting in everything he did. Failure could mean a brutal beating, to avoid pain he learned to succeed, even if his father would sometimes beat him anyways just because he could. He learned to hide his feelings, to show no weakness, to covet nothing and no one. This translated into his adult life and made him an individual that wasn’t easy to get along with. Most people never get past the exterior he shows, to prove to him he could actually trust and show his vulnerabilities.
That isn’t to say he’s not a selfish, manipulative and brutal person, he is quite capable of rending obstacles in his path to pieces without any remorse. Serian excels at showing one face, leading individuals into thinking him one thing, to hide his real goals. For all that he follows his own unique code, he is an honorable man and seldom makes promises, but when he does he strives to keep them. For the most part he’ll be honest, but if it serves his ends to lie, he will without hesitation.
For those things he wants to protect and keep, he will do whatever it takes to see it done. He holds much contempt for those that think might equals right, that grinding everything under ones heel is the true path of the Sith. A bully in power will soon be a dead one, their reigns proven to be short and only spectacular because of the body count. As such, he doesn’t bully, only taking life when there is no other path to getting success.
If he does something ‘wrong’ he doesn’t make excuses or puts on righteous airs, to him murdering something is just that, murder and the reasons for it don’t matter. Jedi, Sith or what-have-you, doesn’t make you better than all the other living organisms in the galaxy, it just means you can touch the Force. He was called to the Sith path seemingly on a whim of his, he’d never been inclined for the so-called ‘Light side’ for he was essentially a selfish man and hardly cared for most of the galaxy.
Yet for all that he never made grand claims that he ‘was Sith’ or claimed he followed their ideals. One empire was much the same to him, but he still devoted to it, never serving the people who governed it just the Empire as a whole. His penchant for staying out of inner drama, siding with inner factions and not trading his loyalties to whatever side happened to be on top, set him at odds with those around him.
It was the knowledge that he craved and served, for that more than anything is what he desires. Despite the dogma that the leaders over the ages preached, the Sith were a clan, family, that a part of him had always craved. It didn’t matter the name of the Force using factions, that one premise was the same. Family. A bond that brought like minded individuals together, what they fought to protect and help flourish. To him the Jedi were not his enemy, to be destroyed just because they had differing ideals on the ‘color’ of the Force.
Did he want to be without the things he craved? No. Could he stomach trying to save the stupid? No. Their denial of self was a major deterrent, but he also envied them how no matter what, they rallied together. Rallying the Sith was like trying to get a pack of a thousand squalling starving dogs to share a single meal. The Sith lost their way, corrupted by greed, but he could still be himself and take pleasure in the things he felt life was worth living for. Even if that meant he had to break a few laws, leave a few bodies and move people around like chess pieces to get it.
He wasn’t perfect, he didn’t pretend to be and never apologized. The only hunger he had was to learn and improve on his application of the Force. He was picky about the students he chose for he found most had ideals that were too limiting or too short sided. Those he did accept learned to use their minds in connection with their power, to learn to work with instead of pounding something to dust. However he grew increasingly discontent as more and more the intelligent ones grew sparse and the only disciples that came just wanted power to blow things to bits.
This new age he was more optimistic for, perhaps here he could find the thing he hungered to see within those that followed the Dark path. Perhaps he could gain more than just bright students, but someone worthy to stand beside and to stand beside him.
At the very heart of it all, were he to ever actually admit it to himself, he was tired of being alone. He was tired of the endless monotony of those around him scheming and betraying others for the idea of ‘power’. What was ‘power’ anyways? Leaders in whatever factions, didn’t truly have power, for they all had to spend their time making others happy just to sit in some chair. Ruling over others wasn’t ‘power’ it was a hassle.
Granted, the idea of a group of his own was appealing, he didn’t have some convoluted desire to change the galaxy. Gathering knowledge, protecting it, adding to it, that was a goal that was easier to follow. In his own time such a thing would have been impossible, but now? Now the galaxy was even bigger, he didn’t even have to pretend to be part of any faction, he could simply be what he was, an imperfect man with force powers who was inclined towards a less than honest path. He was a former Sith and a follower of his own will and the Force.
The ability to wander through the chaos, that never stilled, was never tamed, never peaceful.
His desires had won out all because he had the strength to move past what had only held him back, even if that meant he had lost close allies.
The Force, to use, to manipulate, to explore, power at its most simple state.
He had succeeded over those of his past, victory.
No binding chains.
Freedom.
He’d had, indeed, followed the Code, which was ironic since too many in his past claimed he was no ‘true Sith’. Yet, didn’t that prove he was? What was a ‘true Sith’ anyways? He’d come to follow their Code, but it was the Force that led him along the path. The Force had set him free.
And provided him with new possibilities as a reward.
Chapter 00:
His father had been a mid level noble who aspired to be more, his luck turned in his favor when a prominent family wound up owing him a favor. Always one to take advantage he called in that favor when their daughter came of age to marry. Trapped into a marriage she didn’t want, to a man she thought repellent, she did everything in her power to keep from him the one thing he wanted from her, a child and heir. When he found out about her efforts Fael tied her down and made sure that this time, she would breed him a worthy son. When it was finally clear that she had conceived, he locked her in her room and set to work killing off her family so that his wife would be the sole heir to their wealth.
Cassandra however wasn’t through for she despised the invader inside her body and tried her best to find ways to kill it off. She even attempted to take her own life, but Fael managed to keep her alive. She got so desperate she tried to starve herself or die from dehydration, but every attempt she took, he stopped. Once she was far enough along he tied her down and used droids to make sure she was cared for, his only concern was what was growing in her womb. Eventually he learned the gender of the child, he got his wish, he had a son. She made a mistake, thinking that after she gave birth she could tell her family, that is when he told her they were all dead. She was all alone.
Her hatred only deepened and when it came time to give birth, she fought every step of the way. When Serian came into the world they all thought he was dead, Fael held the tiny form shaking with rage, but the little boy proved to be a true survivor, he screamed out his ire to the whole room with his first breath. The actions she took trying to kill the boy proved to be too much, a bleed where the med droids couldn't detect claimed her life as well. It didn't matter, with his son born the child became the heir to his grandparents money and so too did Fael. All was not well however for it was soon discovered something was off about the color of his son's eyes.
He wasn't blind of course, that had been the first fear, but as his eyes changed colors they revealed a sight that made him unique. Wide ruby colored eyes, that drew fear into Fael's soul for in them he saw not the exotic, but something demonic. It was silly of course, he was just a normal child with something that set him apart, but his father was convinced that this had been all his mother's fault.
The first five years of his life he was raised by a nanny, he never saw his father at all. He was a smart child, adaptable and quick to learn, he should have been his father's pride. On the day of his debut to meet his sire, his nanny sung his praises and the small boy stood with pride next to her. Fael dismissed her right then, taking his authority and sending away the only person Serian knew. From there the tortuous abuse started, his father decided that if he was to have demon-spawn as a brat, he'd make sure to teach it who its master truly was.
He was locked into a cage, fed only when he'd earned it, beaten for any and all perceived failures. Any help from the servants saw them harmed and he twice as punished. He learned to never reach out, never to try and seek comfort because it only saw punishment in the end. For those first four years he never saw the outside of the cellar, he lived, learned and was put in the dark. From etiquette to seduction, he had to cram it all in while his father watched him. Once he was deemed useful he was put into school with the other young lord-lings, to learn the histories and such that wasn't covered in the basic education that was left to learn at home.
This of course was at a boarding school, the first time he'd been away from his father ever. At first he held out hope he'd find a way free, but his eyes made him odd and because of that a new type of torture began. It didn't help matters when he did well in his classes, it only brought more pain and he knew that if he failed his father would make him pay. Oddly his eyes had a different effect on girls, they were what drew them to him. For two years he was trapped in a confusing hell, on one hand he had girls fawning for him and being kind, on the other the boys made him pay for it.
He also learned there was no end to how deep one could learn to hate. He paid when he returned home, as if the man was making up for all that lost time. However he never left a mark, for he needed to be as unscarred as possible for what his father wanted. Except that he'd learned things as well and he was prepared. He pretended to be under the man's thumb, seeming to help him do what he wanted. As Fael's luck started to turn with his connections and plots, he took it out on his son. Within almost a year everything he'd worked for turned to nothing and when it was revealed that Serian had gained all that power and influence, something broke in the man.
He died not long after, the servants following their master. The son however was unsatisfied, he left the mess behind and wandered. He started to hear rumors of a cult, a group of Force users that aimed on reforming the galaxy how they wanted. The bitterness and festering hate hadn't left Serian, it boiled inside him like a cancer. He sought this so-called cult, to see how far he could go, how far he could push, till they put him out of his misery. It was on the borders that Arvesh encountered him, he sensed greatness in the boy, but first he'd have to curb the recklessness he sensed as well.
If he thought his father was creative in his punishments, they were nothing compared to what his 'Master' did. He learned patience, cunning, endurance, but most of all how to use his mind to his full potential. There was the Force, something he had an affinity for, he grew to take pleasure in the goals he set for himself. At nineteen he was the youngest of the second tier, elusive, reclusive and smart mouthed, his reputation was well known. Arvesh was proud of the man he'd molded, not that he'd ever show it. All the things he wished he'd known when he was younger, he drilled into his student and saw it sink in. When he was made a Master, that was the culmination of all his desires, but not all of Serian’s.
He knew his Master had been fighting an illness for quite some time, he also sensed his life energy slowly flickering away. He had no ties to him anymore, the old man gave him what possessions he had and left to find a quiet place to die alone. It made Serian a bit lost for a time, he was a new Master, but he lost the dubious protections of his teacher. He took students then, one after another he trained them, but a new tide in the Sith slowly made him bitter. It was then he had an aspiring acolyte named Telara that things changed for him. At first he didn't want anything to do with her and did everything he could to make her leave him alone.
Eventually she managed to get under his skin and prove to him she'd make a valuable student. She was intelligent, wily and had something about her spirit he found compelling. They grew close over the next two years, he turned twenty three. She exceeded his expectations and brought new life to what she decided to name his 'dreary life'. It wasn't long after that he started relying on her that they became lovers and he learned a new emotion, fear. It wasn't for himself, but for her, he had many enemies that would do anything to find out that she mattered to him. However, after a year he'd found a missing puzzle to a supposed ancient relic. There was no real information, but it was in hostile territory. The two fought bitterly, she wanted to go to help, he wanted her to stay to stay safe.
In the end she couldn't counter his argument and he left. When he returned however, the information turning out to be empty, he came back to find her brutally raped and murdered in his room. He sought out the ones responsible one by one, but the real person responsible proved to be harder than his pawns. Echarian had been a so-called rival of his almost as soon as he had arrived. To Serian he'd only been an obnoxious nuisance, he'd never graduated to a position where he took him seriously, till that moment. The fight that had resulted between the two was a bitter one, for Serian realized they were almost equally matched.
He did beat and kill the man however, but in the process he received a saber burn that ran from his right shoulder to his left him that ran down almost to halfway to his knee. He managed to get himself to his quarters where his servants and the med-droid managed to keep him alive. When he'd recovered he was empty inside, all his rage, all his hatred, all his bitterness was spent. He looked back over his life and wanted to do more with it, he was tired of being one more dog under the Sith mantle. It took one year, on his twenty fifth birthday, he found what he needed. He turned all his assets into rare gems, anything small that he could put in the pod with him without too much issue. After he took care of other details, he sealed himself in the pod and slept.
Cassandra however wasn’t through for she despised the invader inside her body and tried her best to find ways to kill it off. She even attempted to take her own life, but Fael managed to keep her alive. She got so desperate she tried to starve herself or die from dehydration, but every attempt she took, he stopped. Once she was far enough along he tied her down and used droids to make sure she was cared for, his only concern was what was growing in her womb. Eventually he learned the gender of the child, he got his wish, he had a son. She made a mistake, thinking that after she gave birth she could tell her family, that is when he told her they were all dead. She was all alone.
Her hatred only deepened and when it came time to give birth, she fought every step of the way. When Serian came into the world they all thought he was dead, Fael held the tiny form shaking with rage, but the little boy proved to be a true survivor, he screamed out his ire to the whole room with his first breath. The actions she took trying to kill the boy proved to be too much, a bleed where the med droids couldn't detect claimed her life as well. It didn't matter, with his son born the child became the heir to his grandparents money and so too did Fael. All was not well however for it was soon discovered something was off about the color of his son's eyes.
He wasn't blind of course, that had been the first fear, but as his eyes changed colors they revealed a sight that made him unique. Wide ruby colored eyes, that drew fear into Fael's soul for in them he saw not the exotic, but something demonic. It was silly of course, he was just a normal child with something that set him apart, but his father was convinced that this had been all his mother's fault.
The first five years of his life he was raised by a nanny, he never saw his father at all. He was a smart child, adaptable and quick to learn, he should have been his father's pride. On the day of his debut to meet his sire, his nanny sung his praises and the small boy stood with pride next to her. Fael dismissed her right then, taking his authority and sending away the only person Serian knew. From there the tortuous abuse started, his father decided that if he was to have demon-spawn as a brat, he'd make sure to teach it who its master truly was.
He was locked into a cage, fed only when he'd earned it, beaten for any and all perceived failures. Any help from the servants saw them harmed and he twice as punished. He learned to never reach out, never to try and seek comfort because it only saw punishment in the end. For those first four years he never saw the outside of the cellar, he lived, learned and was put in the dark. From etiquette to seduction, he had to cram it all in while his father watched him. Once he was deemed useful he was put into school with the other young lord-lings, to learn the histories and such that wasn't covered in the basic education that was left to learn at home.
This of course was at a boarding school, the first time he'd been away from his father ever. At first he held out hope he'd find a way free, but his eyes made him odd and because of that a new type of torture began. It didn't help matters when he did well in his classes, it only brought more pain and he knew that if he failed his father would make him pay. Oddly his eyes had a different effect on girls, they were what drew them to him. For two years he was trapped in a confusing hell, on one hand he had girls fawning for him and being kind, on the other the boys made him pay for it.
He also learned there was no end to how deep one could learn to hate. He paid when he returned home, as if the man was making up for all that lost time. However he never left a mark, for he needed to be as unscarred as possible for what his father wanted. Except that he'd learned things as well and he was prepared. He pretended to be under the man's thumb, seeming to help him do what he wanted. As Fael's luck started to turn with his connections and plots, he took it out on his son. Within almost a year everything he'd worked for turned to nothing and when it was revealed that Serian had gained all that power and influence, something broke in the man.
He died not long after, the servants following their master. The son however was unsatisfied, he left the mess behind and wandered. He started to hear rumors of a cult, a group of Force users that aimed on reforming the galaxy how they wanted. The bitterness and festering hate hadn't left Serian, it boiled inside him like a cancer. He sought this so-called cult, to see how far he could go, how far he could push, till they put him out of his misery. It was on the borders that Arvesh encountered him, he sensed greatness in the boy, but first he'd have to curb the recklessness he sensed as well.
If he thought his father was creative in his punishments, they were nothing compared to what his 'Master' did. He learned patience, cunning, endurance, but most of all how to use his mind to his full potential. There was the Force, something he had an affinity for, he grew to take pleasure in the goals he set for himself. At nineteen he was the youngest of the second tier, elusive, reclusive and smart mouthed, his reputation was well known. Arvesh was proud of the man he'd molded, not that he'd ever show it. All the things he wished he'd known when he was younger, he drilled into his student and saw it sink in. When he was made a Master, that was the culmination of all his desires, but not all of Serian’s.
He knew his Master had been fighting an illness for quite some time, he also sensed his life energy slowly flickering away. He had no ties to him anymore, the old man gave him what possessions he had and left to find a quiet place to die alone. It made Serian a bit lost for a time, he was a new Master, but he lost the dubious protections of his teacher. He took students then, one after another he trained them, but a new tide in the Sith slowly made him bitter. It was then he had an aspiring acolyte named Telara that things changed for him. At first he didn't want anything to do with her and did everything he could to make her leave him alone.
Eventually she managed to get under his skin and prove to him she'd make a valuable student. She was intelligent, wily and had something about her spirit he found compelling. They grew close over the next two years, he turned twenty three. She exceeded his expectations and brought new life to what she decided to name his 'dreary life'. It wasn't long after that he started relying on her that they became lovers and he learned a new emotion, fear. It wasn't for himself, but for her, he had many enemies that would do anything to find out that she mattered to him. However, after a year he'd found a missing puzzle to a supposed ancient relic. There was no real information, but it was in hostile territory. The two fought bitterly, she wanted to go to help, he wanted her to stay to stay safe.
In the end she couldn't counter his argument and he left. When he returned however, the information turning out to be empty, he came back to find her brutally raped and murdered in his room. He sought out the ones responsible one by one, but the real person responsible proved to be harder than his pawns. Echarian had been a so-called rival of his almost as soon as he had arrived. To Serian he'd only been an obnoxious nuisance, he'd never graduated to a position where he took him seriously, till that moment. The fight that had resulted between the two was a bitter one, for Serian realized they were almost equally matched.
He did beat and kill the man however, but in the process he received a saber burn that ran from his right shoulder to his left him that ran down almost to halfway to his knee. He managed to get himself to his quarters where his servants and the med-droid managed to keep him alive. When he'd recovered he was empty inside, all his rage, all his hatred, all his bitterness was spent. He looked back over his life and wanted to do more with it, he was tired of being one more dog under the Sith mantle. It took one year, on his twenty fifth birthday, he found what he needed. He turned all his assets into rare gems, anything small that he could put in the pod with him without too much issue. After he took care of other details, he sealed himself in the pod and slept.
Chapter 01:
His original plan was for after a century or two those he'd instructed to awaken him were to do so. However things did not go as he had planned, but the knowledge leaked out and his second assurance took root. During the passage of time his resting place was hidden, it became a mystery for any treasure hunter who tried to claim the answer. Eventually a woman named Alexandra Cinthra was the one to find and awaken him eight hundred and ten years later. Eventually they parted ways and he wandered the galaxy, making his way back to Naboo to start all over again.
Events beyond his control however saw him not long after moving to settle in, haring off without much warning. The Force willing him in a direction of Its choosing and he had no choice except to follow where it willed. This led him to Nar Shaddaa where he met Abel Denko and arranged for him to become his first apprentice in the new age he found himself in. Through him he learned of the faction called the Confederacy of Independent Systems and this led him to being under the eye of the leader of this faction, Isley Verd. He was incredibly reluctant to joining the faction, but both his apprentice and the leader wore him down, with his assent to join he was given a place beside Isley as the leading Archivist in his faction. On the heels of this came the meeting of his second apprentice Tia'ser Verd and she took her place under his tutelage.
Things settled down at that point as he worked within the Confederacy and in instructing his apprentices. Signs of unrest started within the faction he had chosen, the event of rebranding and changing the Templars into something more militarized bringing in its wake controlled chaos. His apprentices disappeared and so did the leader of the faction, those caring for the archives were looked on with disfavor instead of grudging respect. Despite this he found himself another apprentice, a fox like creature known as Vaati Vi Valoria. More problem erupted in the faction and soon after people started to abandon it, though he remained trying to weather through the storm of change. His newest apprentice soon became lost and though he had suspicions about the reasons all his apprentices seemed to suffer this fate, he had no proof or even evidence.
He chose then to take on no more students, at least until things settled. The run in with one Mikhail Shorn left a bitter taste in his mouth, the strange Darksider proving to me a big annoyance. However this encounter wasn’t the first and shortly after he met a chaotic Jedi named Aaralyn Rekali, her father Ember Rekali and once again encountered Shorn. A fight broke out, though he had tried to avoid it and he nearly lost his life. Using the last of his strength he managed to escape the maw of certain death and was saved by [member="Loxa Visl"]. The woman found him in a death like state not days after his encounter and brought him to the Reviver, the goddess of healing within the Moross Crusade.
It is here he found renewed life, healing for his broken body and a second chance. He never claimed personal loyalty to Isley Verd, merely loyalty tied to duty. Those ties had weakened with his disappearance and in the wake of the Reviver's actions, died completely. He pledged his loyalties to the Crusade for the woman and her priestess held something stronger, he owed him his life. That alone was what saw him leaving the Confederacy in the wake of their rebranding as they decided to call themselves the Abrion Systems Authority. He started to work under Neth, the Crusade’s God of knowledge becoming one of many caretakers of his vast library.
Events beyond his control however saw him not long after moving to settle in, haring off without much warning. The Force willing him in a direction of Its choosing and he had no choice except to follow where it willed. This led him to Nar Shaddaa where he met Abel Denko and arranged for him to become his first apprentice in the new age he found himself in. Through him he learned of the faction called the Confederacy of Independent Systems and this led him to being under the eye of the leader of this faction, Isley Verd. He was incredibly reluctant to joining the faction, but both his apprentice and the leader wore him down, with his assent to join he was given a place beside Isley as the leading Archivist in his faction. On the heels of this came the meeting of his second apprentice Tia'ser Verd and she took her place under his tutelage.
Things settled down at that point as he worked within the Confederacy and in instructing his apprentices. Signs of unrest started within the faction he had chosen, the event of rebranding and changing the Templars into something more militarized bringing in its wake controlled chaos. His apprentices disappeared and so did the leader of the faction, those caring for the archives were looked on with disfavor instead of grudging respect. Despite this he found himself another apprentice, a fox like creature known as Vaati Vi Valoria. More problem erupted in the faction and soon after people started to abandon it, though he remained trying to weather through the storm of change. His newest apprentice soon became lost and though he had suspicions about the reasons all his apprentices seemed to suffer this fate, he had no proof or even evidence.
He chose then to take on no more students, at least until things settled. The run in with one Mikhail Shorn left a bitter taste in his mouth, the strange Darksider proving to me a big annoyance. However this encounter wasn’t the first and shortly after he met a chaotic Jedi named Aaralyn Rekali, her father Ember Rekali and once again encountered Shorn. A fight broke out, though he had tried to avoid it and he nearly lost his life. Using the last of his strength he managed to escape the maw of certain death and was saved by [member="Loxa Visl"]. The woman found him in a death like state not days after his encounter and brought him to the Reviver, the goddess of healing within the Moross Crusade.
It is here he found renewed life, healing for his broken body and a second chance. He never claimed personal loyalty to Isley Verd, merely loyalty tied to duty. Those ties had weakened with his disappearance and in the wake of the Reviver's actions, died completely. He pledged his loyalties to the Crusade for the woman and her priestess held something stronger, he owed him his life. That alone was what saw him leaving the Confederacy in the wake of their rebranding as they decided to call themselves the Abrion Systems Authority. He started to work under Neth, the Crusade’s God of knowledge becoming one of many caretakers of his vast library.
Chapter 02:
Recovering from his injuries took time and not one to sit idle for too long he started his work immediately. It was during his late night tour of the library that he met for the first time the ‘God’ whom he served [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] under his guise as Neth. An intriguing man who the ruby eyed master hoped to have more chances to observe and study.
Aatrox the Deceiver, [member="Cameron Centurion"], was the next of the rulers of Moross that he met. A man who he couldn’t help dare more than he should have and one who was too easily willing to dismiss those before him. It had amused Serian to no end to step just past the line and dare impudence bordering on disrespect, but it served his purpose though where it will lead is anyone’s guess.
[member="Crystal"] was another person of note and the first ‘person’ and not a so called God that he had met, aside from Loxa, serving in the Crusade. The Archivist was intrigued by her and being in her presence reminded him of a time where he’d danced the line of manners and dignity, not of one that was so devoid. She had a refinement to her that, though his guise as a young lord of Kuat had been a farce, it had been enjoyable despite his father’s goals.
His recovery eventually went smoothly enough that he was soon almost as mobile as he had been. This of course prompted him to take some time to himself just to put his priorities in line and figure out his next step. He had purchased a home on some cliffs overlooking the ocean and though he should have stayed to arrange furnishings he had decided to leave it bare for the moment aside from the things for his room. His reasons had simply been that in order to see it filled he had first needed to decide how. His old residence had been on Naboo, but the fighting in his absence had given him the sense leaving would be prudent.
There were few things that he had wanted to keep, holding memories that he didn’t wish to carry the possessions of from gaining them. It was simply easier to buy new things instead of packing them altogether and moving them. It was during his vacation to a resort that he gained four lives under his care, three cats; kittens and one apprentice [member="Irridia Solensis"]. It didn’t surprise him that he’d found someone to take as a student, though it was interesting enough to him that he hadn’t been drawn to them in the way he had his first couple. Though they were gone, it was the natural process to acquire others and this encounter followed that form.
(To be continued)
Aatrox the Deceiver, [member="Cameron Centurion"], was the next of the rulers of Moross that he met. A man who he couldn’t help dare more than he should have and one who was too easily willing to dismiss those before him. It had amused Serian to no end to step just past the line and dare impudence bordering on disrespect, but it served his purpose though where it will lead is anyone’s guess.
[member="Crystal"] was another person of note and the first ‘person’ and not a so called God that he had met, aside from Loxa, serving in the Crusade. The Archivist was intrigued by her and being in her presence reminded him of a time where he’d danced the line of manners and dignity, not of one that was so devoid. She had a refinement to her that, though his guise as a young lord of Kuat had been a farce, it had been enjoyable despite his father’s goals.
His recovery eventually went smoothly enough that he was soon almost as mobile as he had been. This of course prompted him to take some time to himself just to put his priorities in line and figure out his next step. He had purchased a home on some cliffs overlooking the ocean and though he should have stayed to arrange furnishings he had decided to leave it bare for the moment aside from the things for his room. His reasons had simply been that in order to see it filled he had first needed to decide how. His old residence had been on Naboo, but the fighting in his absence had given him the sense leaving would be prudent.
There were few things that he had wanted to keep, holding memories that he didn’t wish to carry the possessions of from gaining them. It was simply easier to buy new things instead of packing them altogether and moving them. It was during his vacation to a resort that he gained four lives under his care, three cats; kittens and one apprentice [member="Irridia Solensis"]. It didn’t surprise him that he’d found someone to take as a student, though it was interesting enough to him that he hadn’t been drawn to them in the way he had his first couple. Though they were gone, it was the natural process to acquire others and this encounter followed that form.
(To be continued)
