Darren Onyx
Fallen
Onyx stood there, chin up and eyes closed. He was meditating, allowing himself to except recent events. He no longer wore his bandages, along with his title of 'Burned Man', now he was back in his old Mandalorian armor with his mask, recreated after Revan's. It had been years since he last wore the outfit and, yet, it still fit perfectly. He didn't know why but something about it made him feel different, more connected to the force even though his cybernetics sometimes interfered.
He had received word from his long time friend Isis Fontana that a young Sith Apprentice needed some training. Though Onyx already had a apprentice, he decided to come and see what this new one could do. The planet of Endor wasn't his favorite, but the calm landscape gave him some clarity into the force. The only downside was that the last time he was in a forest was when Shaw had burned him to a crisp. He pushed that thought aside.
Returning to reality he focused more on this new apprentice. Isis was vague as to who it was. No name was given. No gender. No face. Just that the apprentice would meet him here. Regardless, he trusted Isis more then others. He didn't know what had gotten into her, but he was more attached then usual. He sighed, breaking his concentration at the thought of her. He shook his head, believing that love was a lost cause. After all, the last girl he loved ended up being his greatest enemy. So why bother?
Raising his head he continued his meditating. He was ready for this new apprentice, whoever it might be.
@[member="Tonya Fontana"]
He had received word from his long time friend Isis Fontana that a young Sith Apprentice needed some training. Though Onyx already had a apprentice, he decided to come and see what this new one could do. The planet of Endor wasn't his favorite, but the calm landscape gave him some clarity into the force. The only downside was that the last time he was in a forest was when Shaw had burned him to a crisp. He pushed that thought aside.
Returning to reality he focused more on this new apprentice. Isis was vague as to who it was. No name was given. No gender. No face. Just that the apprentice would meet him here. Regardless, he trusted Isis more then others. He didn't know what had gotten into her, but he was more attached then usual. He sighed, breaking his concentration at the thought of her. He shook his head, believing that love was a lost cause. After all, the last girl he loved ended up being his greatest enemy. So why bother?
Raising his head he continued his meditating. He was ready for this new apprentice, whoever it might be.
@[member="Tonya Fontana"]