Kelon Amadis
Checkmate (Dead pm Writers Account)
Heavy Black Sith trooper armor on, more mass added to his already large and brutish figure. Kelon was adorned in his growing conquests around the rim, metal trinkets, rings, rare metals and other trophies. He was well off and growing in wealth with every world or colony of dissidents, malcontents or rebels he sacked, spreading fear to the gutter of the one Sith's enemies. It was a good life being useful scum, as long as he stayed useful.
As usual in the arena, he was cocky in how he moved but wary of Sith Masters after last time, even stopping as one passed to let them by. Crushgaunt in his left hand, red saber in his right, possibly an imposing sight in the armor for the regular new acolyte walking about the halls, and he was looking for a test. Kelon usually walked off from fair fights but his confidence was growing again, ballooning you could say, large boots bringing him to a stop in the duelling ring to see who was waiting for him, if anyone dared.
Cracking his neck side to side, and setting his posture slightly back confidently, he had a smug grin on his face, crossing his arms and nodding his head as the anyone approached.
As usual in the arena, he was cocky in how he moved but wary of Sith Masters after last time, even stopping as one passed to let them by. Crushgaunt in his left hand, red saber in his right, possibly an imposing sight in the armor for the regular new acolyte walking about the halls, and he was looking for a test. Kelon usually walked off from fair fights but his confidence was growing again, ballooning you could say, large boots bringing him to a stop in the duelling ring to see who was waiting for him, if anyone dared.
Cracking his neck side to side, and setting his posture slightly back confidently, he had a smug grin on his face, crossing his arms and nodding his head as the anyone approached.