Daxton Bane
Character
[member="Dianah Vrorae"]
Many considered Tantooine the cesspool of the galaxy, until they gazed upon the boiling hell that was Mustafar. Comparing the two, the desert wasteland would be nice cooler option. Few ever came to this world, usually for a very good reason. Aside from the massive forge factories, it was pretty much a molten wasteland.
But strangely enough Daxton Bane found solace here, away from the ever crowding din of humanity and their petty problems. Here he sought refuge, a place to meditate and train, without regard for being judged or sanctioned.
Foregoing his usual heavy body armor, he opted to wear a simple dark violet robe which contrasted with the Zabrak’s crimson skin. He held a lightsaber in each hand, blue and green, while the third hissed menacingly though the air, like a scorpions tail waiting to strike.
He controlled his breathing, he distanced himself from the cloying heat, focusing on his connection to the Force, he weilded his weapons in a seamless dance, while the small pile of combat droids scattered around him lay testament to his skill.
Many considered Tantooine the cesspool of the galaxy, until they gazed upon the boiling hell that was Mustafar. Comparing the two, the desert wasteland would be nice cooler option. Few ever came to this world, usually for a very good reason. Aside from the massive forge factories, it was pretty much a molten wasteland.
But strangely enough Daxton Bane found solace here, away from the ever crowding din of humanity and their petty problems. Here he sought refuge, a place to meditate and train, without regard for being judged or sanctioned.
Foregoing his usual heavy body armor, he opted to wear a simple dark violet robe which contrasted with the Zabrak’s crimson skin. He held a lightsaber in each hand, blue and green, while the third hissed menacingly though the air, like a scorpions tail waiting to strike.
He controlled his breathing, he distanced himself from the cloying heat, focusing on his connection to the Force, he weilded his weapons in a seamless dance, while the small pile of combat droids scattered around him lay testament to his skill.
