Private Strongest Together | House Verd

[Darth Metus]

H O M E​

Tag: Darth Miseria, Damsy Callat , Rann Thress , Aselia Verd , Haastal Haran , Redd , Taramaz Arcturus

The distance was vast.

A lifetime ago, a young Isley Verd made a solemn vow amidst the calamities of home. Home. Home. The word was meant to imply a place of refuge. Of safety. Of shelter against whatever Hells the Galaxy could throw one's way. But in those years, Home was anything but. For the young Mandalorian, his sire was a more bitter enemy than any Sith. Than any enemy of Mandalore. Than anyone. And thus, as Isley sacrified his body as a shield for his siblings, he swore a solemn vow. He would not grow up to be his father. He would not send bottles and pain into the lives of his children. He would not spiral his House into madness. He would be better. He swore it.

And, as the Sith looked upon his children, he took solace in knowing that he partially kept his vow. His children were not the means by which he came to terms with his anger. They were not the targets of his blaster. They were not subjected to his fists. But that was the sole reality he could claim. Was he truly better than his sire? Yes. But that wasn't saying much when one looked upon his own contributions. Darth Metus had been able to raise some of his children directly. He had been consistently present in the lives of others. And for a few, completely absent.

And as a result, today was the first time that siblings had been introduced. A distance introduced by his own faults.

There was nothing he could do about the past. However. The morrow rested firmly upon his shoulders. Their family, just like iron, would be at its strongest when they stood together. And thus, as Rann Thress stated his apology and looked away, the Sith reached out. His dominant hand rested upon the man's shoulder and a squeeze was rendered - not as a threat, but to offer support. He parted his lips to speak, but first acknowledged the now-flustered face of Aselia Verd before she retreated to find a beverage.

"My highest honor being your father. came his response, uttered in Mando'a.

His sulfuric gaze then settled upon Damsy Callat and Rann. "I built this place to be a Home. Not for me - but for you. I would love nothing more than if you would consider staying here, with me, even for a little while." He began. The offer was not made to any one child in particular, but rather to them all. This was not just his home, it was theirs. And at the end of the day, just as Rann had discovered in Damsy, family was sometimes all one had.

"What do you say?"​

 

[Rann Thress]

H O M E ?​

Tags: Darth Metus Darth Miseria Damsy Callat Aselia Verd Haastal Haran Redd Taramaz Arcturus​

Wearing: You already know.

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Home? Did Rann already have a home? There was his penthouse suite on Rannon, the old Temple on Rannon, where ever Aren D'Shade was tended to be his home, but.... a physical place?​

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Not quite. This place would also not likely be that. But the offer, still, was surprising to say the least. He looked at Damsy, then back at their Father, who rested a hand upon Rann's shoulder.​

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He didn't know what to say. Part of him wanted to move Metus' hand away, the other part was desperate for a familial environment. He decided to allow the hand to stay there until Metus moved it of his own accord. It felt nice, having parental support.​

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"This is all...very sudden. I don't know what I expected coming in here, but I can tell you being offered a place to stay was definitely not what I expected at all. Not even a little." He looked back at Damsy, then at everyone else surrounding them.​

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"Well...I suppose if I was going to be killed it would have happened already. Sure. I'll stay here for at least the night."​

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It would give him a chance to get to know his 'family'. He still didn't quite know what to think of any of them. And he doubted he'd get any actual sleep when he finally did retire for the night. There were too many unknowns here. Stress and anxiety would dominate his sleep cycle, and he'd probably sleep with his Lightsaber underneath his pillow.​

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But Rann figured even with the anxiety that sleeping in this castle of complete unknowns would bring, it was better for him to try and build these familial ties than to abandon them. His Father had made a positive impression of Rann, and while Rann didn't quite trust his father, Rann's relationship with Damsy prevented that, he didn't think he meant any ill will. ​

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And the only way to see if Metus wanted to make nice like he claimed to want to do was to be here. So, Rann will be here.​

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[Shalita Verd]

CASTLE BLACK​

Outfit: XOXO
Tags: Darth Metus | Darth Miseria | Damsy Callat | Rann Thress | Aselia Verd | Haastal Haran | Taramaz Arcturus

The woman wasn’t someone who was interested in gatherings or many things that didn’t have an overall agenda that was important to a degree. This gathering seemed to be about family and while she wasn’t at all normally interested, as a Mandalorian, it was her duty to uphold the principle philosophy within House Verd. One of them was to nurture and for some reason, her brother had always felt a need to adopt children and take them under his wing. So her role as an aunt was always expanding. Miraculously though, some of the children were her brother’s flesh and blood.

So, when she had arrived, the pale woman had simply observed from the shadows while wrapped in a force cloak. She had watched the children gravitate towards the one that they called father. A gift was given, words were exchanged and she couldn’t help but shake her head. Icy blue eyes looked to the other brother, Haastal and noted his own companion before Isley spoke of this being their home for all of his children. One even spoke of words, such as expecting to be killed. Such words only brought a scoff to her lips and her dark clad form, stepped from the shadows and she dropped the force cloak as she did so.

”Master te solus bal an surrounding bic. Aranar, nurture, bal expand. Bow at naas.” Her steps carried her over to the table and she poured herself a goblet of red wine, before she turned to the group surrounding her brother. ”Master the One and All surrounding it. Defend, Nurture, and Expand. Bow to Nothing.” A brow was perked then, only for Shalita to cross over towards her brother, while her gaze leveled upon the one that had been called Rann. ”In other words, you are family and my brother here; your father, didn’t invite all of our brethren here, only to kill them. It goes against what House Verd stands for.” Pausing for a moment, she viewed each one of his children for a moment as she wondered if anything that she had said, had even sunk into their heads. The she turned to the man she called her brother.

A soft smile curved the assassin’s lips while a hand lifted to tuck strands of short black hair with white ends behind her ear. ”Isley, my brother. It has been such a long time and it seems as if the gathering was warranted. Your children and my dear nieces and nephews don’t seem to understand the pressures of our positions sometimes. The heavy weight that some of us must bear, so that they don’t have to experience the full weight of their own actions and words. Although, it seems a couple of your children are at least able to uphold pleasantries.” Shalita noted as she turned to smile at Aselia and Dianah.

Icy blue eyes shifted to view Rann again as the smile slipped from her lips, ”If my brother wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be here in the place he wishes for you to call home. If he wanted you dead and didn’t want to go himself, he would have sent me and I would have killed you before you had even reached Castle Black. Family is important to my brother, if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” Her gaze shifted to view Damsy for a moment, lingered even, as if she was trying to see into the woman’s very soul and yet she said nothing. Finally, she turned to Isley and offered a genuine smile. ”Right then. I came, I said hello.” The assassin paused as she finished off the wine in the goblet, only to continue. ”Now I should leave. I have a date to get to.” She chuckled as she moved to leave the group once more. The woman didn't have dates, she only had dates with aliases that were to be created..

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

Sean-Olc Robes


Taramaz' boots echoed in the hall as he strolled through it, his hands flowing loosely at his side. For a second, he swore he could feel the pull of his Sean-Olc ancestry, lightning sparking at his finger tips, the black lightning that declared his species flickering between his finger tips. Yet that could not be true. He was Sean-Olc, a master of his power, and the lightning was but his imagination, emotions causing it to spark up.

Perhaps it was an underlying hatred for the family that had rejected him so long ago. Perhaps it was a lust for blood and destruction. Or perhaps it was his Sean-Olc nature? An inborn desire to see the Galaxy, neigh, the Universe bow down to him. An offense to see a place more grand than his. Who knew? He would not know. Could not know.

He flicked his wrist slightly, tugging his hood further over his head with the Force. Now was not a time to socialise. Not when he had yet to see his brother, whom had been the only one to seek him out, to care for him, even if it had taken a hand-delivered message and an arranged meeting. Still, it counted for something, more than those who turned a blind eye to watch him die.

He raised his head, silver eyes flicking over the room and quickly focusing on the all-too-familiar form and figure of his brother.

Isley Verd. Darth Metus. Alor. Vicelord. Brother.

All valid names. All names he had used at one time or another. All names that held the same meaning to him. He balled his fists up, watching from a distance as Isley conversed with those who were presumably his children. Not a surprise, of course. Isley's children likely made up a good ninety nine percent of those gathered he. Infinite as his libido was.

Taramaz, however, had only the one kid. Lyra. A kid he raised without a mother, born of a mother he had only recently reunited with, and whom he expected would remove his manhood than have his child. Though that suited him perfectly fine. Sean-Olc nobility typically only had one child so that there was no in-fighting for the heirship.

Though, that didn't mean he didn't want another, or on the same topic, that he didn't wish Zahra would accompany him. To feel her cold embrace, to hold her gaze and press his body against hers. Yet he knew, deep down, that she would despise being here. Gatherings did not play well with her, and it would have been a mistake to invite her. For everybody else's sake.

He made slow, easily heard and and obvious footsteps towards Isley and his children. His demeanour cold, and his body language giving no emotion. He held no weapons, yet he obscured himself. For now.

As he approached the group, he flicked his wrist again, his hood falling back. His dark hair and light beard a stark contrast to his silver-eyes and pale tone. His eyes flicked across the children, finally settling on Isley, waiting to draw his gaze. Though he looked down at his brother, it did not belittle the respect and gratitude his brother could find within his eyes.

Before him was a man whom had cared, even if it was expected. His arms hung by his side, the same way one does when they do not entirely know whether it would be best to simply shake hands, or pull the other into a manhug. Though they did not lack purpose... they simply lacked directive.

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