"Every belief, every considering something-true, is necessarily false because there is simply no true world"
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"It's been going on for months now, Kyferr. Every single agent we have tried to get and infiltrate has gone missing."
"I ain't giving up, Verks. Even if I am the last man standing in this city.
"It has slain countless men and women, it has destroyed all sorts of assets. There's an economic turmoil, people are fleeing, the whole city will become a ghost town. It is literally killing us from within, slowly, painfully, enjoying the torture."
"I am afraid to work on this anymore, Kyffer, it keeps growing and growing, and-"
"Sorry to interrupt you, guys but we got a cult member in here, interrogation room 3!!"
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"S-so, we went to this super u-underground p-p-party and there was...death sticks. All, all f-f-fun until ev-eve...oh my.."
"Take your time, alright and tell us exactly what happened."
"S-sure, I-i'm so afraid...please stop it...p-p-lease.."
"We will, I promise you that. Go on, now."
"Abruptly everythin-ing changed to..this...outlandish hall, the m-music ch-changed...drastically...we had been taken to an un-unholy place..."
"then they s-summoned me-e over to join in with them to the dance of the dead... Into the circle of f-f-fire I followed them. Into the middle I was led...and as if time h-had stopped still I was numb with fear b-but still I wanted to go..."
"You sure you had not taken any death sticks ?!"
"N-no, Sir. No-no, definitely. I admit it to you...all this was real..."
"Go on then."
"And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them..."
"Them?"
"Yes. My free spirit was laughing. He-he-he"
"What's happening, Kyferr, why is he acting weird suddenly, his fear seems gone."
"Afraid, officer ?"
"Alright, don't you karking move."
"Yes, yes. Keep your distance, aim at my head, officer. Shoot, shoot. Kill a body. Kill a vessel. Your blaster cannot kill what is intangible. But what is intangible can certainly kill you."
"Where's this god damn music coming from, Kyffer ?! Shoot the karking bastard"
"The doors are locked, the power is off?!"
"I told you, officer, you have only killed a body."
"What the hell is this ?! I just shot this fool, where is this voice coming from?!?!! Show yourself, coward!!!"
"There at the door!!"
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"It won't die?!?!?! The blasters pass through it."
"What do you want from us, coward?!"
"Nothing, officer. And I will get nothing. Fare thee well."
And they danced.
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The Harbinger
Basic Information
- Species: Near-Human
- 'Subspecies': Epicanthix
- Faceclaim: Ronnie James Dio
- Force Sensitive: Y
- The Black Empire. Leader of a cult yet to be named.
Traits & Specializations
Prodigy: Having started composing songs since the age of 5, he has been deemed a prodigy, a person with natural-born substantial intelligence. His mind is sharp as a razor and it is his strongest weapon.
Natural talent with the Force: A strong connection with the Force and a larger than normal midi-chlorian count is what he has been blessed with. Hence, giving him great capabilities in the usage of the Force. His main specialties are Sith Magic (Predominantly Illusions), Pyrokinesis & Sense.
Not the physical fighter: Although he can augment his speed and strength, and can use a lightsaber to a certain extent, he is nowhere near an accomplished fighter.
Notable Possessions
- Armour: Zeyd-cloth Robes.
- Weaponry: Red lightsaber.
- Property: N/A
- Miscellaneous: N/A
Biography
There comes a time when the question "When will they stop?" becomes the statement "I will make them stop."
Adopted by Humans from Anaxes, he would never see the Epicanthix' warrior way of life. He would grow to be a music conductor, composing songs since the age of 5. He would steal the audience and throw them into the emotions that his songs wanted to produce, the atmosphere that he wanted to produce. And those attuned to the Force knew the source of that 'brainwashing' that occurred during his orchestral works. He would toss them into the state of emotion and mind that he wanted them to feel. All with the wave of his baton, subconsciously. Jealousy spiked.
But did that matter ?
No.
There is no great genius without a touch of madness.
His mind was beyond that, his mind was beyond the galaxy, beyond the tangible. It sought to understand, it sought to see what is beyond. Questions, upon questions, asked and revealed in his compositions. Yet, no answers, no messages, no signs.
Until he realized that the message was nothing.
And nothing he craved.
And nothing is what he will foreshadow.
The Harbinger.
