Lord Depravious
Shaidin Kamari
(Open to any sith wishing to engage in RP)
|| Korriban: Valley of the Dark Lords ||
Lord Depravious stood on the scorching sands of his home world. A world that he had at one time in his life wished to see razed to the ground - it stood for the very thing in his life that he wished to destroy.
He could feel each burning pebble of sand under his feet, as the rays of the sun encircled his armor, robes, and cybernetics. The rays of heat slamming into his form like the constant pressure that the sea places on a beach. Here stood Depravious, a Sith Lord who had spent the past several decades studying the long forgotten texts of his ancestors. Those who had come before him and failed.
Shaidin Kamari was not interested in failure. In fact his entire goal for spending the past several years in this hot desolate wasteland was to learn from the mistakes of those who had come before him. Whilst he looked upon their failures with disdain, there was something to learn from the failure of others.
Lord Depravious had been disconnected from the rest of the galaxy, spending time with the spirits of his ancestors, conversing, looking into the past with visions of darkness - but more importantly trying to see into his future. The Bogan was a fleeting mistress that exacted a heavy toll on those who would use it for their own gain - and something that Depravious learned from the fallen Emperor Vitiate - the Bogan does not like to be disrespected.
The man strode along the sands, tombs of his predecessors flanking either side of him. For years now he had perfected the ability to suppress even the faintest hint that his aura existed in the Universe. He was sure that none of those he knew before still remained - and he was even more sure that those that currently existed in the galaxy and shared his affinity for the bogan would surely see him as a threat.
Good. He thought to himself as he slowly began walking forward through the valley.
Step.. Step.. Step..
With each step he took in the sand he drew deeper within himself, releasing the murderous aura from within him - reaching out through the force to any who shared in his affinity for the darkside that resided on the planet.
For those who could sense this overwhelming release of power.. Dread, would immediately flood the mind of even a trained master in the dark side of the force. A malicious and evil presence has now shown itself on Korriban and awaits your attention.
Meanwhile, Lord Depravious allowed the darkness to extend from his form - for anyone who may have been in the immediate vicinity of him - black tendrils nearly invisible to the naked eye seemed to extend from his body as his aura was released into the galaxy.
"I believe it's time I take back my home on Raxus Secundus.. I'm sure that my people have missed me.." He whispered as an evil smile crawled across his lips from behind the cybernetic helmet adorning his head.