Darth Ferus
Wanderer

Ossus, the toxic planet. Once a lush paradise, it was ravaged so very long ago. And it was here that the Sith Lord Darth Vulcanus was slain by one of his own sons, [member="Graxin Rade"]. Yet even after his death his spirit lingered, haunting the man. But it was not enough for the dark spirit. Soon he branched out to his other son, Krest, and both of their apprentices. [member="Terras Rigel"] , Krest's own apprentice, was the first to be attacked by the spirit, and what lead him to the planet now.
Krest was dressed in his usual outfit, but the blue and red scarf was tucked tight around his mouth and nose. The planet wasn't exactly the easiest one to breath on, and while his scarf offered some ease, it did little to help. There was a pare of goggles strapped onto his face, used so he could at least keep his eyes open as he stepped through the haphazardness area.
A hand rested upon the hilt of his sword, gripping the leather covered metal until his knuckles turned white. Already he could feel the darkness of his former master, and it sickened him. This was not a place he wanted to be, but a place he needed to be. With him should be both of his apprentices, Terras and [member="Ruby Wilded"] , Graxin and who ever he might bring, and [member="Minna"] and [member="Gherron Vael"] . He was not a fool to think that he could fight his dead master alone, and he was not about to leave his apprentices to deal with the Spirit should it trap him and the rest within his tomb.
Speaking of, it was there. The jaggedly carved cavern in which his masters body, and spirit, resided. This was not going to be fun.