Character Xiveros [WIP]

[Xiveros]

DIAMOND EYES​

 

[Xiveros]

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Piece by piece he collects his past, fragments of a humanity he never knew. Scarred, lied to, and built up on the false pretenses that his purpose was nothing more than a machine meant for culling the enemies of the Sith; no longer would he sit idle and watch his dreams come and go, left wondering where the trail goes, too scared to follow - too prideful to admit his own curiosity in what he used to think of as impossible, a waste of time.

Plagued by visions of a life he didn't connect with, yet somehow they connected themselves to his mind. These were the very fragments that unfurled themselves over time, revealing little yet vividly painting a picture of a life much more blissful than the one he knew in the present. It was the way of the Sith to lie and deceive, to manipulate peer and foe alike into a falsehood that can be controlled - a future shaped in the image of a warmongering class of individuals, all with their own means to an end.

Xiveros was simply that, nothing more - nothing less. Or so he once believed.

While his existence did demand bloodshed, his purpose would be made more meaningful.

She would make sure of that.

Until the end of the universe would he seek his true fate.

(TO BE CONTINUED)