"A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste....Unless I'm Eating It....Yum!"

[Clovis Torcularis]

So I starting thinking that I was becoming unappreciated. I mean, I offer so much trivial consequences to make my First Order powerful, and yet, they seem to think they were far more superior than me. Yeah, right. I'm the epitome of superiority. I'm starting to think I'm blowing up my plastic doll, well, let me deflate theirs so mine floats higher than the clouds. Again I've said that I wanted to be the coolest Sith, if you forgot, then hit rewind on your holovideo and you'll see me jumping up and down waving one middle finger to the brown nosed robed goodies, and still my Order was unsure how to deal with me. In fairness, I'm a bit off a hard nut to swallow. Pun intended.

So in my quest to discover what and who I am, no, correction! So in my quest to discover what I should have been born to be, I sought out the most powerful force that could run marathons against anyone in the galaxy, the Sith, I discovered where my place was. With them. Now let me point out, I'm no traitor or glory seeker, I'm the type of killer that seeks the right stay as an opportunitist. Once more, the First Order accepted me, saved me, and gave me a second birth without the Mother screaming in pain; hating the insignificant Father for dropping a gene or two. Yet, I was becoming apparently understanding that they didn't me. Or maybe it was the several shots of Fireball putting me in that frame of mind.

Nope, I'm set.

So in my trials of becoming a Sith, I sought a Master that could help me strive to achieve what I wanted to become. In the end, I would kill him. Oops, nope, that's the hard liquor talking. I would suffer under a Sith Master willing to use and abuse me, until I not only surpassed him, but made him proud to die by a comedic, dark hand.

So off to Ord Mirit this story goes.

I hate people, especially masses of them. For some reason I can't explain, to many people translate to me becoming unstable; mainly I feel insecure when my jokes fall on deaf ears. Standing next a temple, where vines and tiny little plants have invaded it to the point of claiming it as their own, I stood poised to meet my Sith Master. Was I afraid, of course I wasn't. Elaboration, death is never the end but the beautiful understanding of something more powerful the living would never understood. Still, I was ready to become the apex force that would one day see the death of the Force. Cause let us admit dear viewers, if little R2D2 failed to repair that stupid ship, the galaxy would have been a better place to live. So....enter....me!

[member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Rapax]

Rapax awaited for the new arrival to come .....teaching of the mind is something Rapax had some knowledge in he might not be the best mentalist in the order but he can teach some illusionary skills and how to enter and steal certain pieces of knowledge from his victims. This particular sith was a interesting one....a comedic sith was a rare specimen to find much less train ...so let us see how this boy reacts to his methods. He was iffy to train these types of sith under the guise that they were simply hard to make pay attention yet...theres always that one student that suprises even the most veteran of the sith in training. This boy better be worth it or he will simply be pushed aside He has never trained one from the First order before he hoped they atleast show their young discipline to learn form their sith masters.


[member="Clovis Torcularis"]