[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
Planet: Some Random Planet, With Some Random Name, With Random Civvies, Care To Be Random?
The undead being known as Valtiel was watching from a roof as it rained heavily on his giant helmet. It looked rusted, and his garments looks way too old, with sewn parts keeping it together. At seven feet tall, Valtiel was hard to miss, and hit harder. As a Sith Undead, he had abilities in the force that were limited, but not incapable of causing real damage. The sword, SInner's Reward, was a monster of a blade, way to big for agility, but of Sith alchemic nature. The blade came to a whooping five feet long, and about two to three feet wide. The edge never dulled, and sabers couldn't pass through it. It could conduct lighting attacks, and with it's shear power, probably could slice through a man no problem. the oldest Sin, stood with a leg hiked upon the edge of the roof, watching people of all race pas by. His mind filled with rage, and anger. Pure cruelty, and torturer was his vices. Belonging to Sin blood line as the first, and now under the servitude of the head of the Sin family, Valtiel was probably the second strongest of the Vahla family tree, with his great great great grandson coming first. His helmet striked terror into many who were not used to those of the dark side. He grinned with a sinister thought coming forth. "How wonderful it must be, to be prey for the darkside." He said softly with a rugged voice, coming from vocal cords of decayed matter.
Planet: Some Random Planet, With Some Random Name, With Random Civvies, Care To Be Random?
The undead being known as Valtiel was watching from a roof as it rained heavily on his giant helmet. It looked rusted, and his garments looks way too old, with sewn parts keeping it together. At seven feet tall, Valtiel was hard to miss, and hit harder. As a Sith Undead, he had abilities in the force that were limited, but not incapable of causing real damage. The sword, SInner's Reward, was a monster of a blade, way to big for agility, but of Sith alchemic nature. The blade came to a whooping five feet long, and about two to three feet wide. The edge never dulled, and sabers couldn't pass through it. It could conduct lighting attacks, and with it's shear power, probably could slice through a man no problem. the oldest Sin, stood with a leg hiked upon the edge of the roof, watching people of all race pas by. His mind filled with rage, and anger. Pure cruelty, and torturer was his vices. Belonging to Sin blood line as the first, and now under the servitude of the head of the Sin family, Valtiel was probably the second strongest of the Vahla family tree, with his great great great grandson coming first. His helmet striked terror into many who were not used to those of the dark side. He grinned with a sinister thought coming forth. "How wonderful it must be, to be prey for the darkside." He said softly with a rugged voice, coming from vocal cords of decayed matter.