The Shaper
The Shaper
The Iron Crown|| Whilstone of Prowess|| Whilstone of Acuity
Whilstone of Power|| Acharn|| Urfael
Voice Sample
After returning from the.... interesting debacle with the Emperor the Shaper firmly decided on one thing: If he wanted to see this Empire's youth rise to be worthy successors to their fore-bearers then he would have to inspire them to greater heights. Much as he was an interesting thing Dok Varuut did not strike him as one willing to do whatever it took to see himself ascend, as such, he would find another who could also stand to learn this most valuable lesson. So it was that the Shaper had instructed those in charge of rooting out suitable candidates on Korriban to locate him an Apprentice of promise. He stood in one of the academy's training halls, garbed in his armor, Urfael at his side and Acharn placed resting against a nearby wall.
The room was large, tall and rectangular in shape, with shallow sand marking the combat pit at which he stood on one end of. Two Tuk'ata flanking the Shaper on either side as he stared at the closed door to the training area. The Shaper had gathered a powerful expression of the Force into his palm and he simply waited for his would-be apprentice to enter the room. He felt he had been much too lenient with the other and was intent on making sure the potential rival for Dok was someone who would be able to anticipate the surprise and trickery Dok favored, while he would also train Dok to deal this one's preferred mode of operation as well. That way they both would be forced to experiment and evolve, he would ever let them grow lax.
The very second the door opened the Shaper would extend a hand, using the single, gathered amount of Force potency in his hand to grip Darth Acharon and pull him into the room. Not hard enough break anything, but definitely hard enough to feel like he was shoved from behind by someone large and angry into the sandy pit. The Shaper did not bother to stop and see if Cyrus was armed, prepared, injuried or not, as he then motioned with his hand and two slavering, ravenous Tuk'ata both growled and began flinging sand behind them as they charged at the prospective apprentice.
Only once the Tuk'ata charged and leapt at Cyrus did the Shaper's voice speak to him through the Force, contacting his mind with The iron Crown. 'Fight Apprentice, if you are worthy. Know that I shall never allow you rest, never allow you to falter or grow complacent, and should you wish to survive you shall strive for perfection in all that you do.'