Post by ♫ Drace ♫ on Jul 3, 2012 16:38:52 GMT -5
Synopsis: Drace arrives at a scene of an unpredicted and mysterious murder. However would someone approach unexpectedly, would the Sith be mistaken as the executioner?
Taris, a once affluent world; that however was before the sinned Jedi Civil War. Though its surface was almost entirely constructed of synthetic structures, the face of the planet was perilously damaged quite some time ago. Nevertheless, construction was being applied to the perfunctory planet. On the ground level, an exciting silhouette arose from the horizon, and as it moved, its dark cloak swiveled in the air. The posture of such an individual was firm, not supple and gave off the aura of dark; its atmosphere was cold as the night’s sky.
With the hood of its cloak draped over its head, possible recognition was implausible, and that was the way that Drace wanted it. The seditious Jedi moved with a calming velocity not exerting too much energy. However not walking at a turtles pace; gradually dragging the hood down, the brunette stands of Drace’s hair chopped outwards, dropping down to just below his shoulders. The unreceptive feels brought by the arctic, emerald portrayal of his eyes were filled with vacant intentions.
Having no valid reason for being on such a planet, Drace forced himself to believe that he could obtain training. With the current time and exhibit of darkness in the sky, it was obvious that most wouldn’t be outside. Perfect for one who merely wanted to be alone? While walking, a malodorous stench flounced against Drace’s nose and with haste, the Wanderer quickly drug the end of his cloak across his nose. As revolting as the stench was, Drace pressed forward. However another precursor had halted his progression. The thud of his foot stepping in what could be a trivial puddle rippled and Drace took to his knee. Dragging his fingers threw the strange liquid, Drace brought the putrid fluid to his noise, and then to his eyes; immediately recognizing it as blood, fresh blood.
So someone was recently killed, interesting, a matter that would catch the attention of the impassive Sith. Before tracking the cause of the experienced, methodical murders; Drace disrobed himself of the cloak, revealing a full body suit. Lightly armored, the suit possibly resembled a leather assembly. Attached to his lower waist, a steel scabbard that had a Lightsaber handle attached to both ends. Reaching behind his head, Drace pulled a dark mask that was attached to his suit, over his face; followed by placing a metal visor over his eyes.
Outfit located here.
Taris, a once affluent world; that however was before the sinned Jedi Civil War. Though its surface was almost entirely constructed of synthetic structures, the face of the planet was perilously damaged quite some time ago. Nevertheless, construction was being applied to the perfunctory planet. On the ground level, an exciting silhouette arose from the horizon, and as it moved, its dark cloak swiveled in the air. The posture of such an individual was firm, not supple and gave off the aura of dark; its atmosphere was cold as the night’s sky.
With the hood of its cloak draped over its head, possible recognition was implausible, and that was the way that Drace wanted it. The seditious Jedi moved with a calming velocity not exerting too much energy. However not walking at a turtles pace; gradually dragging the hood down, the brunette stands of Drace’s hair chopped outwards, dropping down to just below his shoulders. The unreceptive feels brought by the arctic, emerald portrayal of his eyes were filled with vacant intentions.
Having no valid reason for being on such a planet, Drace forced himself to believe that he could obtain training. With the current time and exhibit of darkness in the sky, it was obvious that most wouldn’t be outside. Perfect for one who merely wanted to be alone? While walking, a malodorous stench flounced against Drace’s nose and with haste, the Wanderer quickly drug the end of his cloak across his nose. As revolting as the stench was, Drace pressed forward. However another precursor had halted his progression. The thud of his foot stepping in what could be a trivial puddle rippled and Drace took to his knee. Dragging his fingers threw the strange liquid, Drace brought the putrid fluid to his noise, and then to his eyes; immediately recognizing it as blood, fresh blood.
So someone was recently killed, interesting, a matter that would catch the attention of the impassive Sith. Before tracking the cause of the experienced, methodical murders; Drace disrobed himself of the cloak, revealing a full body suit. Lightly armored, the suit possibly resembled a leather assembly. Attached to his lower waist, a steel scabbard that had a Lightsaber handle attached to both ends. Reaching behind his head, Drace pulled a dark mask that was attached to his suit, over his face; followed by placing a metal visor over his eyes.
Outfit located here.