Private The Potential of Your Bloodline [Sybil]

[Darth Carnifex]

Rain sloughed off the angular slopes of the Adamantinarx in thick sheets, pooling in great reservoirs around the pyramid's base before draining away. Thick acrid droplets congealed on the reinforced panes bordering the Eternal Father's private suite, a result of the planet's rampant pollution among the sprawling industrial cityscape surrounding the Black Pyramid. Wide canopy-like shields protected the exposed terraces and walkways within the Adamantinarx's purview, but nothing beyond it. The downtrodden and displaced of Jutrand had to scurry for their own shelter, or be burned by the deluge above.

Darth Carnifex rested like a coiled nexu, surrounded by the enormity of His domain. The desk set before Him was hewn from white wroshyr, which had been thought long extinct by the wider galaxy. A lone sapling had been discovered on Kashyyyk and uprooted on the Dark Lord's orders, transplanted into a private arboretum on the Malsheem. When it had grown sufficiently, it had been hacked apart to make this desk; a centerpiece of His office on Jutrand.

It was here when His servant found Him, Halcyon striding forth across the extravagantly wide distance to stand before His person. She bowed at the waist and then stood at attention with the meticulously drilled precision of a military officer. He did not once look at her, so engrossed as He was with His own devices. She was used to His indifference, and knew the subtle cues as to when she was allowed to speak.

"Your guest has arrived, Supreme Excellency. She awaits beyond."

Not a word from the Dark Lord, though the shift in the air forewarned that He was indeed listening. She again bowed and turned, departing in the manner with which she arrived. It would only take a few moments later for the doors to again open, and the Dark Lord's guest to be admitted. She would find the Dark Lord's personal space a marvel, the walls lined with various trinkets and objects both rare and mystifying. Many of them were trophies, and others had no discernible worth or importance to the untrained eye.

Only when she'd finally reached Him, did the Dark Lord finally glance up. The moment His eyes struck hers, she would feel the magnitude of His presence. Even just a glance was enough. She was in the presence, the lair, of an apex predator.

One who had set its gaze upon her.

Sybil ragnos​

 

[Sybil ragnos]

Darth Carnifex

Outfit

Sybil walked in her hands behind her back. Her red skinned body hid under robes like those her kind used to wear during her fathers sith empire she sensed the power coming off the man before her. As she approached yet she approached unbothered still by his presence as she stood up to the likes of marko ragnos, naga sadow, and ludo cresh.

She studied under Tulak horde for lightsaber combat and her father and naga sadow for sorcery before her father died. She was confident in her abilities as she walked into the nexu layer as a possible Krayt dragon of fearlessness as she stood before the former sith emporer her arms crossed. The pure blood didnt give any of the trinkets on his walls any mind as she stood there her long purple hair draped past her shoulders as her mismatched eyes looked the man over "I expected more of you than a man behind a desk who displays trinkets" she said coldly.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Expectations are the downfall of the arrogant, it blinds them to the truth. They fixate on the open palm and fail to see the dagger in the clenched fist aimed for their neck." The Dark Lord's voice was like velvet cast over obsidian, weighty with authority but nonetheless pleasing to the ear. He gently set the object which He'd been carrying in His hands down on the table, its crystalline surface shimmering with latent energy. Then He pivoted in His seat, fully facing His guest rather than the relaxed half-quarter He'd been resting at.

He appraised her the moment she stepped into His office, but now He took a more measured observation. Her Sith Pureblood heritage was evident in the color of her skin, and her hetero-chromatic eyes were an oddity rarely seen among her kind. He sensed power and potential intermixed inside of her, both untapped and uncultivated. Like a heap of raw ore, waiting to be refined and molded into a bladed killing instrument.

"Sybil Ragnos," His voice washed over her, stronger and more potent in ways that only empowered words could be. "I've had my eyes on you for some time, it was about time we finally met face to face. I've brought you here to ascertain the measure of you, and whether or not you deserve the wear the name Ragnos. How you came about this name is unknown to me, though it matters little."

There was now a dangerous gleam in the Dark Lord's eye where none existed previously, and it was as if all the warmth in the room had been drained away. "Give me a justification to let you leave this place alive."

Sybil ragnos ​

 

[Sybil ragnos]

Darth Carnifex

Sybil smiled "you think I dont know that I was just voicing my opinion especially with a man as feared as you in this current galaxy." She said as she stood there looking at carnifex with little to no fear in her eyes of the man before her but she was on guard. She knew a deadly foe when she saw one and could feel that he could easily defeat her if he wanted.

"My father was marko ragnos he taught me everything he knew about the darkside and also learned lightsaber combat and many of his sith rituals from tulak hordes teachings and holocrons." Sybil said standing there watching the former sith emperor before her as she stood there awaiting his decision "and i am a greater asset to the sith alive then dead" she offered standing there looking at carnifex.