T. Greg
character
trist sits in his room on his fury class interceptor meditating daily like he always did crossed legged completely naked his red skin standing out among the white sheets,black floor and walls of his room. his black dreadlocks hanging freely at his shoulder and upper back. littering his room was cloths many a course from his time on korriban and other sith controlled planets on his nightstand stood a couple of sith artifacts full of dark side energy he kept hoping they would provide him with a better connection to the dark side but so far it proved useless waste of space . a lightsaber sits in his lap black in color with a few silver parts including the stabilizing ring and the closing cap at the bottom , he lifts the blade up infront of his face with the force eyes still closed as the lightsaber twits apart the many parts staying close to one another for about 4 mins the parts float suspended in the air suddenly they all clash together fast metal twisting and turning into each other perfectly as the last part the closing cap slaps into the bottom of the saber it drops falling right into trists eager hand eyes still closed and mind deep within the force. he rises lightsaber in hand his eyes creeping open reveling dark brown eyes uncommon for a sith pureblood but after all he was a pureblood/human mix , he walks to the other corner of his medium sized room still butt naked fitting his black and blood red sith rodes that most sith wore under some kind of armor or protection not expecting any fight in his own ship sitting in the orbit of nar shhadda the smugglers planet but he be damned if the red lights and alarm didn't go off has sson as he stepped out his room singling someone was boarding him