Darth Nebulous
The Sickly Sith Lord
Location: Inside one of the Pyramids on Korriban
Darth Nebulous could feel the presence of the young
Laras Amida
entering one of the ancient pyramids of the Sith. The foolish girl did not know it, but he already lost. Laras was blinded by ambition and arrogance underestimating the power of the Dark Side. It can destroy a weak and feeble soul especially if they're filled with unchecked anger. The Dark Lord curled his armored fist his eyes pulsating. The irony behind this was beneath the imposing figure was a sickly and dying man who every time he uses the Force, he coughs up blood, and inches closer to death.
That was irony of Nebulous' life, he was gifted in the Force, embraced the Dark Side and read everything there is to know about magic but applying it starts to kill him. He blamed his filthy, useless parents whom he was born to premature and was diagnosed with rare diseases that would kill a baby the moment they were born. As fate would have it though, Nebulous survived but that was the beginning of his problems, his parents would fill Nebulous mind with insults wishing that he was dead. As Nebulous grew up, the feeling was mutual.
He still carried the hate towards his parents today, it was fuel necessary to channel the Dark Side. He continued to sit staring at his suit, it was necessary for him to fully utilize his Force abilities without running the risk of dying. Nebulous needed to find a way to achieve immortality only then, he can discard this armor and become transcendent. But for now, he needed an apprentice to assist him.
"Come to me," Darth Nebulous whispered in Laras' mind. "You know the way."
Darth Nebulous could feel the presence of the young
That was irony of Nebulous' life, he was gifted in the Force, embraced the Dark Side and read everything there is to know about magic but applying it starts to kill him. He blamed his filthy, useless parents whom he was born to premature and was diagnosed with rare diseases that would kill a baby the moment they were born. As fate would have it though, Nebulous survived but that was the beginning of his problems, his parents would fill Nebulous mind with insults wishing that he was dead. As Nebulous grew up, the feeling was mutual.
He still carried the hate towards his parents today, it was fuel necessary to channel the Dark Side. He continued to sit staring at his suit, it was necessary for him to fully utilize his Force abilities without running the risk of dying. Nebulous needed to find a way to achieve immortality only then, he can discard this armor and become transcendent. But for now, he needed an apprentice to assist him.
"Come to me," Darth Nebulous whispered in Laras' mind. "You know the way."