Arken Dobson
Black Lion Of The Elysium Empire
Pride.
What is pride? Is it an over inflated sense of self? Is it a moment in time when one reveals to themselves their own value? Is it a feeling or a state of being? Is it a sin or is it something to be embraced?
To Arken, pride was a simple thing that became complex the more it manifested itself. To Arken, pride was simply the acknowledgement of one's own self value. That value existed on a variable spectrum that was different for each and every individual. To some, their own self-worth was little and content with their pathetic lot in life. To others, that value was higher than anything the galaxy could offer them. And to Arken, that sense of self value was a fire that burned deep inside him and fuelled his engine to pursue great things and bring change to the galaxy.
Of course, pride came in many forms. It manifested itself in different flavors, and Arken had tasted each and everyone of those flavours many times throughout his long life. Him and his family, that is.
The first flavour of pride was greed. The pursuit of things that one's self value determined was worth acquiring. Some thought greed was in the act of having things, but in fact, it was the taking of things that greed embodied. The chase. The thrill of the hunt. Arken's niece,
Linn Dobson
, was the one that came to his mind when he thought of greed. She was a hunter that enjoyed the thrill of stalking her prey. The actual catch and consumption of her prey was of little consequence to her. The action of pursuing the things she wanted was what thrilled her. Arken respected her for that.
The second course of the banquet of pride was gluttony. Some made the mistake of assuming this was about food, when in fact it was about the excess of having that defined gluttony. Arken's heart went to his own son,
Severus Dobson
, for this one. His son was famous for wanting more of something he was already given. For Severous, enough was never enough. Arken had labored long and hard to hone that hunger into something powerful as Severus grew up.
The third course was sloth. The sense that ones self worth was too great to be bothered with things that caused inconvenience, or suffering. A certain nephew,
Brodan Dobson
, embodied this manifestation of pride to an irritating level. He had completed the minimum requirements of his career to achieve maximum results, exploiting the power of his family to do so. To Arken, Brodan was worthy of very little honest respect. Arken never paid much mind to him and his pathetic navy career.
The fourth course of pride was lust. Again, people made the mistake of assuming this was about sex. It was not. Lust was the act of desiring what is denied. Like a child that when it is told no, the child wants it even more. Arken could think of no other member of his family that fit this description better than @Doofy Dobson . The strange young man could not be contained no matter how hard the Dobson family tried. The more you tried to stop him, the harder he tried to escape. Arken was embarrassed by Doofy, but even he could find the young man's antics amusing from time-to-time.
The fifth course was the ugliest. Envy. The belief that your self worth is more deserving of what you desire than others.
Dorthea Dobson
could have been so much more than what she was if she hadn't let her pride and jealousy get the better of her. Her anger and disposition towards the Dobson family put her on the outside of Arken's circle and insulted him greatly. He would make her pay for that some day. Someday soon.
And lastly, the most beautiful form of pride of all… wrath. The very essence of his beloved brother, Omar Dobson. Wrath was the manifestation that one's enemies must be punished for obstructing ones machinations of self-value. And Omar was a master of this. A force of nature and not one to be trifled with. Arken feared his younger brother, and rightly so, but he needed Omar more than anyone right now. And Omar could be trusted.
Arken sat in his prison cell, alone with his inner musings. He resented the fact that he had enough time to think about these things. He needed to be out in the galaxy protecting his empire. The empire was growing rapidly, but crookedly. Recent events told him that it was time to act. His time in prison must come to an end.
And as if on cue, the guard knocked on his cell door and spoke, "Get up, old man! you have some visitors here to see you!"
Arken smiled. He knew more about what was going on with the empire than anyone would suspect. He had heard about the recent disaster to remove the pirates of Spindle IV. He expected his family to come…
What is pride? Is it an over inflated sense of self? Is it a moment in time when one reveals to themselves their own value? Is it a feeling or a state of being? Is it a sin or is it something to be embraced?
To Arken, pride was a simple thing that became complex the more it manifested itself. To Arken, pride was simply the acknowledgement of one's own self value. That value existed on a variable spectrum that was different for each and every individual. To some, their own self-worth was little and content with their pathetic lot in life. To others, that value was higher than anything the galaxy could offer them. And to Arken, that sense of self value was a fire that burned deep inside him and fuelled his engine to pursue great things and bring change to the galaxy.
Of course, pride came in many forms. It manifested itself in different flavors, and Arken had tasted each and everyone of those flavours many times throughout his long life. Him and his family, that is.
The first flavour of pride was greed. The pursuit of things that one's self value determined was worth acquiring. Some thought greed was in the act of having things, but in fact, it was the taking of things that greed embodied. The chase. The thrill of the hunt. Arken's niece,

The second course of the banquet of pride was gluttony. Some made the mistake of assuming this was about food, when in fact it was about the excess of having that defined gluttony. Arken's heart went to his own son,

The third course was sloth. The sense that ones self worth was too great to be bothered with things that caused inconvenience, or suffering. A certain nephew,

The fourth course of pride was lust. Again, people made the mistake of assuming this was about sex. It was not. Lust was the act of desiring what is denied. Like a child that when it is told no, the child wants it even more. Arken could think of no other member of his family that fit this description better than @Doofy Dobson . The strange young man could not be contained no matter how hard the Dobson family tried. The more you tried to stop him, the harder he tried to escape. Arken was embarrassed by Doofy, but even he could find the young man's antics amusing from time-to-time.
The fifth course was the ugliest. Envy. The belief that your self worth is more deserving of what you desire than others.

And lastly, the most beautiful form of pride of all… wrath. The very essence of his beloved brother, Omar Dobson. Wrath was the manifestation that one's enemies must be punished for obstructing ones machinations of self-value. And Omar was a master of this. A force of nature and not one to be trifled with. Arken feared his younger brother, and rightly so, but he needed Omar more than anyone right now. And Omar could be trusted.
Arken sat in his prison cell, alone with his inner musings. He resented the fact that he had enough time to think about these things. He needed to be out in the galaxy protecting his empire. The empire was growing rapidly, but crookedly. Recent events told him that it was time to act. His time in prison must come to an end.
And as if on cue, the guard knocked on his cell door and spoke, "Get up, old man! you have some visitors here to see you!"
Arken smiled. He knew more about what was going on with the empire than anyone would suspect. He had heard about the recent disaster to remove the pirates of Spindle IV. He expected his family to come…