Post by Otterling on Dec 11, 2009 21:33:12 GMT -5
Name: Di’Shan Pano
Race: Twi’lek
Age: 27
Height: 6’3
Weight: 197 lbs
Appearance: Di’Shan is a strikingly handsome male by most human standards, a trait unusual to his race. His delicate features border on androgyny though the lean muscle he sports from rigorous exercise marks him as clearly male. His skin is a deep and verdant green but his eyes are a light hazel that look gold against his skintone. Two long and heavy lekku grace his head. Multiple tattoos grace his skin, almost entirely covering his arms and extending in thin lines down his spine and chest.
When not in battle, Di’Shan wears a loose fitted white shirt which he often leaves hanging mostly open, black dyed rycrit leather breeches and knee high black rancor leather boots. The boots are fastened with a multitude of buckles which run down the outside. He usually wears a thick leather belt with this from which he hangs his lightsaber and a large number of pouches. On each wrist, he wears a thick silver bracelet that is carved ornately on the outside.
When in battle, Di’Shan prefers to don his old Dark Jedi robes.
Personality: Di’Shan is, quite literally, a sociopath. He is incapable of comprehending other beings as existing outside of himself. He sees the world as a giant game that he is playing. The feelings, thoughts, and well-being of others is only important to him in the ways in which it will affect him directly. Because of this, Di’Shan is deceptively charming to most people. He shifts his personality like a chameleon, adjusting himself to whatever situation he is in to gain the most benefit from it. To those who see the real Di’Shan, a rare feat, he may seem arrogant. However, it is less a inflation of his ego as it is that he really IS the center of his own universe. Everyone else is there to allow him to play the game of living.
Because of his complete lack of empathy, Di’Shan is also a sadist. He is fascinated by the pain of others and seeks it out routinely. For him, pain is an art form and the normal methods of torture seem uncouth and unimaginative to him. He lacks any real sex drive at all and only resorts to using his body when he feels it will cause the most damage emotionally to a person.
Birth place: Ryloth
Faction: Sith
Rank:Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight Assassin
Bio:
Di’Shan was born on Ryloth to Epoia and Koola Nao, simple rycrit famers. His father, Koola, was an ex-smuggler who had returned to his homeworld to settle down after a particularly nasty deal gone wrong. The incident had left him scarred badly along one side of his body but despite this, he married a lovely Twi’lek woman named Epoia and used his earnings to buy a small farm. Like many Twi’lek parents trying to make a living on their harsh world, the Naos had plans to sell a few of their children into slavery in an exchange they felt would benefit both the child by getting them off planet and the parents by gaining some extra much needed income.
Epoia was a very beautiful woman and both parents were certain their children would fetch a high price but neither was prepared for the arrival of Di’Shan. When he was born, the nursemaid thought he was female at first and it wasn’t until he emerged fully that she discovered otherwise. Delicate featured and effeminate looking, the child was certainly not what Koola had expected in a son. Regardless, since male Twi’leks were not in high demand as slaves, Koola and Epoia resolved to raise their son with all the love and care they had to offer. Aside from his strange appearance, the boy was a normal healthy child until around age five.
By this time, it was obvious that Di’Shan wasn’t going to look like most Twi’lek males as his father had hoped. Koola had thought perhaps the boy would mature and start to show signs of more masculine traits but often he and Epoia were complimented on the loveliness of their “daughter” when they took him into town. It was also around this time that Di’Shan began to show some disturbing behavior. Multiple times, Epoia had discovered Di’Shan pulling bugs apart very slowly, apparently fascinated by the way they twitched when they died. He had also taken to destroying his toys more than was normal for a young boy and he had an unhealthy obsession with starting fires.
Koola was worried that something was wrong with him but Epoia, enamored of her only son, was quick to his defense. She had born two other children since his birth, both little girls, and she doted on them all equally. She played off Di’Shan’s behavior as simply childhood antics and “the actions of a curious little boy”. As time wore on, Epoia remained blind to everything Koola was beginning to worry about. At six, Di’Shan was still wetting the bed, something he should have long since stopped, but Epoia scoffed when it was brought up, claiming that it was merely stress from knowing that both his sisters would be sold into slavery once they got a little older. Di’Shan’s fascination with the torment of bugs had, by then, graduated to small mammals. He kept this behavior secret from his father when it became obvious that it bothered Koola. Often Di’Shan would sneak out in the middle of the night to catch and dismantle rodents, delighting in the way they squeaked when he broke their tails.
It was around this time that a Dark Jedi came through the small town where the Naos lived. He had stopped to refuel and decided to seek out some entertainment while his ship was being tended to. Master Venno Keth, a Togruta, had found the delights of Twi’lek women to be to his liking many times and so he set off to see what fare looked interesting in town that night. As he wandered, he spotted Epoia and Di’Shan heading home from the small market place, baskets in hand, and two things caught his interest right away. The first was the lovely nature of Epoia, whose beauty had struck many a male. Her soft blue skin and long lekku held Venno’s attention for a moment before he looked down to the other item of interest in this pair. Clinging to Epoia’s sheer sash was a small male child. Males usually didn’t interest Venno in the least but right away he could tell the boy was a Force sensitive.
Smiling to himself, Venno decided that fate had put him there that night for a reason. Only a year ago, he'd been forced to crush the life out of his old apprentice. The girl had become too over-confident and she'd attempted to slay him inhis sleep. Unfortunately for her, Venno still proved the stronger. Now he found himself presented with a new potential desciple. The fact that the boy’s mother was a lovely prize in and of herself only cemented the deal. It was an offer Venno wasn’t about to resist.
The Dark Jedi followed the pair to their small home. Koola was out with the rycrits still when Venno attacked his family. Di’Shan was forced to sit and watch while his mother was assaulted and murdered. He had started off angry and screaming at Venno but as the assault wore on, he stopped protesting and instead watched curiously. The male was obviously stronger than his mother and since he hadn’t moved to kill Di’Shan yet, the boy decided that he would let this play out however it needed to. Perhaps his father would be home soon. Venno was surprised and disappointed when his rape of Epoia didn't have the effect he expected on the boy and it prompted him to change his plans. He had hoped to take the woman with him as a pleasure slave but his curiousity was piqued now as to what it would take to get a reaction from Di'Shan. With slow and deliberate care, Venno murdered Epoia in front of her child, all the while watching Di'Shan's reactions.
When the violence didn’t produce anything more that a curious stare from the boy, Venno dragged the boy to his sisters’ rooms and let him watch their deaths. For Di’Shan, this was a learning experience. His sisters never provided him with anything of value since he was the only boy and they didn’t often play with him, so their deaths weren’t as sad to see as his mother’s. He found himself watching with rapt attention when the older girl was killed but the same didn’t hold true for the second. Instead, he felt strangely disappointed when Venno killed the youngest child in the same way. It felt wasteful to him.
Venno, for his part, knew after killing both little girls, that something was a bit off with the male child. The boy had simply looked at him with open interest at the first kill and a notable frown after the second one. Venno found himself fascinated by this. He gathered Di’Shan up and took the boy back to his ship, stopping along the way to procure a new pleasureable toy since Di'Shan's mother was now no longer an option.
Venno was a harsh and thorough Master but Di’Shan adapted quickly. With his own survival in the forefront of his mind, the boy learned through painful trial and error how best to keep on Venno’s good side. The first few days after his training began, Di’Shan had reverted to his normal behaviors, things his mother had coddled and allowed in him. This didn’t last long. Venno beat the child almost to unconsciousness after the first time Di’Shan refused a direct order and this lesson of pain taught Di’Shan two things. He didn’t ever want to irritate his Master again and he enjoyed giving pain but not receiving it.
Di’Shan poured himself into his studies, becoming an apt pupil and reveling in his newly learned Force abilities. He had never imagined that he could do all of the things his Master taught him but Venno’s words made sense. He had said that Di’Shan’s fascination with the pain of others could be traced to his ability to feel them through the Force and that in time, he could teach Di’Shan to reveal the true potential delights of torture. Venno played to his pupil’s strengths and was delighted by the child’s eagerness to learn such brutality but he was disappointed in the boy’s frail form.
Around the age of twelve, Di’Shan began to go on missions with his Master. Venno taught him that power was something given to the strong to keep the weak in line. He had pointed out the corruption so often present in so called polite societies where the weak had been left un-culled. In those societies, the weak had nothing to fear as the strong were kept in check by laws and rules but Venno did not hold to those regulations and was disgusted by what he called the pathetic masses of prey who thought they could tell the predators what to do. Di’Shan had watched while his Master took obvious delight in upsetting the status quo and reveling in the fear of those who suddenly found that laws were just invisible things that couldn’t actually afford protection from those who didn’t abide by them.
The Twi’lek had discovered in this time that his Master had once been a Jedi, a defender of the galaxy but he’d fallen from grace when he had grown fed up with protecting the spoiled rich or the corrupt monsters that held sway over so many people simply because their voices were heard more clearly in the Senate than anyone else’s. Venno had parted with the Jedi to pursue what he felt was a far more just goal: putting “necessary fear” back into the world.
Venno was an adept swordsman and he favored a good duel over anything else. He refused utterly to accept that Di’Shan was simply not as interested in straight forward combat as torture and he drove those lessons home more than any other. Skilled in the forms of Ataru and Shien, Venno began to teach Di'Shan saber skills. He found that his pupil tired too easily when forced to block blows with a single blade but the child showed a lot of promise with speed. Venno knew that a single bad blow to Di'Shan's lekku could also kill him so it would be necessary for the boy to use a weapon which afforded more defensive capabilities than a normal single bladed saber. He began to instruct his student on how to fight with a double bladed lightsaber, starting their practice with only a set of dull metal blades, attached together at the middle, and teaching what he could while he searched for another Dark Jedi who knew more about double-bladed fighting.
Many of those first nights found Di’Shan sore and tired, his knees swollen from slamming into the hard practice floors again and again each time he failed. Bruises littered his back and legs where he'd been struck hard with the dull sword blades but he had found he was picking up the techniques for this style of fighting far more quickly than anything he'd learned previously. His natural long legs and graceful form meant he could sweep and twist, striking from unexpected angles when using a dual blade weapon and while his master still enforced a strict learning of the basic Shii-cho form, Di'Shan decidedly enjoyed double-bladed combat far more.
After months of searching, Venno finally located another Dark Jedi named Kan Lotsa, who was willing to take Di'Shan on as a pupil. This new teacher could see promise in the young Twi'lek and Venno had no illusions about the other Jedi's motives. He knew Kan would most likely try to usurp his student right out from under him but he bided his time and used Kan to full advantage.
For two years, Di'Shan worked on his combat skills with Kan and Venno; a small complex of obstacle courses, sparring rooms, and living quarters his only sights. Small burns marred his arms from where he hadn’t stopped his Master’s blade in time but always Venno was careful to avoid scarring his apprentice’s face and he instructed Kan to do the same. The Dark Jedi had come to see the boy’s delicate features as a possible tool to be used. It was a sad fact of life that beautiful people were afforded more than those who were not and Di’Shan had the potential to be truly attractive as he grew older.
Curious about the nature of Di’Shan’s odd appearance, Venno had his pupil’s genetics tested. What he found was little more than a simple mutation. An egg that had held both male and female chromosomes in it had been fertilized resulting in a male child with female features. The boy even had residual female sexual organs that had remained undeveloped and dormant while the male organs had formed fully. This excess of female genetics would make it difficult for Di’Shan to put on any large quantities of muscle but Venno knew a certain amount would be necessary if the child was to manage being even passable as a warrior.
Di’Shan found himself worked mercilessly and almost every lesson he learned from then on contained some sort of physical aspect meant to gain him muscle. His telekinetics lessons involved doing push-ups while trying to levitate small metal spheres and place them in specially designed slots. His telepath lessons were done while jogging beside his Master. His history, math, language, and science lessons were taught while he lifted weights or swam. In his sparring matches with Venno, he was not encouraged to use Force assisted maneuvers in order to force his muscles to work to their fullest.
Instead, separate lessons were taught to enforce these skills with Kan being his teacher. His skill with the double-bladed saber continued to grow and soon Venno knew, it would be time for him to have one of his own. Kan had been letting Di'Shan use his for practice reasons while Kan himself used two single blades to instruct. As Di'Shan became stronger and more capable as a fighter, Kan began to bring Venno in so the apprentice could learn to fight multiple combatants. Here, Di'Shan's speed and sinuous nature gave him the advantage and he found it easy enough to use his opponent's own momentum against one another.
Finally the day came when Venno decided Di'Shan had learned as much as he could from Kan and the other man's usefulness had come to an end. He pulled Di'Shan aside and explained that Kan was the only one among them with a double-bladed saber and that if Di'Shan wanted one, now was the time to take it. Together, the two of them slew Kan and Di'Shan gained his first lightsaber.
In Di’Shan’s seventeenth year of life, Venno finally let him take on his first solo mission. He sent the boy to gain information from a young aristocratic woman on Bothawui. The mission was simple enough, just gain the girl’s trust and then use his charm to convince her to provide the codes to her father’s warehouse where a ship Venno wanted was stored. Di’Shan was only mildly entertained by the thought of deceiving the girl and decided to make the whole matter more interesting. He learned that she had been betrothed to a high class young man and the pair’s respective fathers were partners in a company. The betrothal was obviously politically motivated, a move by the girl’s father to raise his own status, and Di’Shan saw in this as an opportunity. He would be able to play on the girl’s emotions if she wasn’t as interested in the marriage as her father.
The young woman, Delia, wasn’t hard to find as she had an entourage of eager men that followed her everywhere, some simply desperate to get closer to her father’s power through her. Di’Shan placed himself in the local shopping district and simply wandered around in an area he knew he would be easily spotted in. His exotic looks and a body sculpted from years of hard training had made him a striking individual and there was no shortage of interest from local women as he strolled through the area. He purposefully averted his eyes however, playing up on his race’s reputation for being non-confrontational; something which only served to increase the desire in others even more.
As Delia wandered past, Di’Shan reached out with the Force to nudge her mind just enough to make her look his way. He caught her eyes for only a moment and then smiled shyly while looking away. The trick had worked. When he looked up again, he found her wandering in his direction, her eyes very obviously focused on him. He engaged her in polite conversation but made no attempts to show the same interest the other men did and this quickly enamored the young woman. She was accustomed to being doted upon and Di’Shan’s quiet manners and stand-offish nature enthralled her. Several days in a row, the pair met in the market place, exchanging niceties and wandering the booths together. As they walked, Di’Shan wheedled information out of her about her marriage and her feelings on it. As suspected, Delia did not share her father’s enthusiasm for the pairing.
It took a full week of subtle flirting and many hours of Di’Shan refraining from rolling his eyes as Delia prattled on and on about her life but eventually the moment came when he made his play. As he walked her back to her home, the evening falling around them, Di’Shan pulled Delia to a halt next to a fountain just in front of her home. There, he “confessed” his affection for her and the pair shared their first kiss. As with most teenagers, Delia was immediately smitten with the strange and handsome man that had been so good to her. It took little convincing on Di’Shan’s part and before the next week was out, the couple had cemented their relationship physically. Unbeknownst to Delia, Di’Shan had recorded the entire tryst through the use of a small remote droid. He convinced the girl to give him the codes to her father’s warehouse, claiming that he was going to steal the ship, come for her, and they could elope together where her father would never be able to stop them.
With the codes in hand, Di’Shan headed to the ship. He stopped along the way to call the local directories and gain the office number for Delia’s father before finally gaining possession of the ship. Then he fed the recording of their love-making into the security feed of the warehouse and left a note folded neatly on one of the desks.
As the engines were warming, Di’Shan placed a call to the office of Delia’s father to inform them that someone had broken into the building. Then he called Delia and told her he needed her to hurry to the warehouse to meet him, offering an excuse for why he couldn’t come to her. He didn’t stick around to watch the aftermath but he could well imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when Delia, her father, and the local authorities all entered the warehouse to discover the illicit recording playing on multiple large screens, their ship missing and a note that read simply:
I have made several copies of this recording. Unless you would like them to arrive on the doorstep of your betrothed, your neighbors and the local media, never look for this ship.
After Di’Shan presented his Master with the ship and the entertaining story to go with it, Venno decided to up Di’Shan’s training. His apprentice had proven he had a knack for the theatric and a mind that demanded more than just the simple sort of destruction most Dark Jedi relied on. For Di’Shan, the ship had been just a bonus, it was the fear, pain, and torment left in his wake that was the real goal and Venno saw an opportunity to pass along knowledge he had gained in the years since his fall.
Di’Shan’s Master began to provide a new buffet of delights as of yet un-tasted by the young Twi’lek. Venno started by kidnapping random smugglers, criminals and other such individuals unlikely to be missed, and then bringing them back to the training camp. There he showed Di’Shan how to use the Force to heighten the fear his apprentice so loved. To Di’Shan, this affecting of other people’s emotions was beyond fascinating. He poured himself into the effort of learning the art of Force Fear, spending hours every day delicately enhancing and tweaking the energies put off by his victims. In the beginning he failed often, finding that he couldn’t tell most times if he was even having an effect since most of their victims were already terrified, but Di’Shan was nothing if not dedicated. This new ability held him utterly enthralled by its potential in a way nothing else ever had and though it took years for him to see any positive results, the young man never swayed from his efforts.
Di'Shan also learned the joys of poisons and mind-altering drugs when used against his victims. In conjunction with his Force Fear abilities, he found he could produce fascinating results. There was somethign poetic to him in the way a simple slow acting toxin could lock a person's muscles up, sending them into spasms and while their bodies twitched and convulsed, he could sense their terror at not being in control of even the most basic of functions. Paralytics were amusing for forcing a person to hold ever so still while Di'Shan peeled them apart layer by layer and over time he learned which ones were best suited to keeping his victims consious, clear-minded, and perfectly capable of feeling every moment.
At twenty-two years old, Venno finally promoted his young apprentice to the rank of Knight. Di’Shan’s skills with manipulation and fear made him an excellent fit for the specialization of Assassin and he continued to carry out his duties with a single minded enthusiasm. He used any and every opportunity to try his hand at Force Fear, perfecting his techniques with the devotion of true believer and it was this skill when paired with his strange captivation at other people’s suffering that made him an excellent interrogator. Often he came up with new and interesting ways to kill those who possessed what the Dark Jedi needed and he volunteered his services to his master at any given opportunity.
As the years passed though, Di’Shan found he wanted more. He wanted to learn how to drive a person to madness just through the Force alone. He had lost count of the hours spent over the course of his life, vibro-shiv in hand, while he carved away flesh, bone, and muscle, delighting in the screams of his victims but he found he had to drag the suffering on for longer than usual to get the same amount of enjoyment out of it that he used to. Force Fear was still new to him though and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. He fed on the fear he could taste across the Force as if it were the very milk of life and he constantly craved more of it. Venno, however, had nothing left to teach in this area and so his usefulness to Di’Shan ended.
The time had come for Di'Shan to seek out a new Master, someone more powerful who could teach him more. He had become strong enough to best his master at almost every sparring match and the years of physical training had left his thin frame now well packed with muscle. Di'Shan had also learned his master's daily schedule like the back of his own hand and so, he knew, there was only one last thing he needed to know. How much of a coward would Venno prove to be? Di'Shan wanted to see the REAL Venno, the being he was underneath the veneer of dark strength, and he wanted to see how resistant his master would prove to his own Force Fear teachings.
One bright and beautiful afternoon, Di'Shan laid a trap. Venno was a careful man and his apprentice knew he expected an attack some day, such was his level of paranoia, but men so powerful in the Force are often blinded by conceit and the attack came from an unexpected source. Venno had prepared for a saber battle or a sudden assassination attempt while he slept but he hadn't conceived at all of the simple idea that his pillow had been dusted with a nero-toxin. Never in his life had Venno suspected that something so mundane would be his down fall. No Force had been needed, no raging saber battle. He had simply laid down and when he woke, he found himself unable to move.
Di'Shan had been waiting for him to awaken and was standing over his bed when he came to conciousness. The next few days were the most enjoyable for Di'Shan and the most horrid for Venno who had not believed he could feel such pain. By the time, Di'Shan had wiped his blades clean on the third day, Venno had gone quite mad and had been reduced to a quivering slobbering mess. The drugs in his system kept Venno well under control and the constant pain kept him quite far from sanity. Convinced there was little more entertainment to gain from Venno, Di'Shan finished removing the older man's lekku and left him to bleed to death.
The ties to his former Master were easily cut without a second glance as Di’Shan turned his eyes to the horizon for better opportunities. There had to be others out there that knew more of this ability and could teach Di’Shan how to better use it. It was in his 26th year that Di’Shan began to pay more attention to the rumors of the Sith among the other Dark Jedi he encountered. The Sith empire had been growing steadily for some time and was declaring war on the Republic but such things had never mattered much to the young Twi’Lek. The Sith themselves, however, were a different story. The Sith, like the Jedi, were legends in and of themselves, true masters of the Darkness and the Force that dwells within. If anyone knew how to truly master the art of Force Fear, then it would be the Sith.
Seeking a new Master that would teach him how to ascend even higher in skill, Di’Shan set out to find the Sith.
Lightsaber: Double Bladed – Di’Shan favors speed and athletics over strength so his lightsaber is a double bladed creation. The handle itself is highly shined chrome with hand guards set in at each end to prevent slippage.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi -N/A
Soresu -N/A
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So - N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 7
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing: 0
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: Force Fear
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
The children were screaming, terrified faces upturned and tear-streaked as they huddled together in a corner. The cries turned to muted whimpers of horror and the three of them, two young boys and their older sister, each felt the pangs of guilt as they thanked what tiny mercies existed that the attentions of the man across the room were still settled firmly on their father. The creature of their nightmares moved sinuously in the meager moonlight that filtered in through the shattered window. Curtains hung at an awkward angle, the pale hand of a woman still tangled in them from her death throes. A dark stain spread out across the carpet, edging slowly away from the limp body and staring eyes that belonged to what used to be a beautiful lady.
Di’Shan paid little heed to the sticky mess congealing around the soles of his boots. It was already losing its heat in the chill night air and had long since lost interest for the Twi’lek assassin. Those terrible golden eyes were focused instead on the straining and trembling form of the man kneeling before him. A rope was threaded in a noose around the man’s neck, jerked up harshly under his chin and tied high behind him to the top of his dresser mirror while his hands and ankles were pulled taut and secured behind his back to one of the dressers legs. The man coughed violently as he arched up against the noose.
Di’Shan had tied it expertly. The ropes around the man’s ankles and wrists kept him tightly to the ground forcing the victim to make a choice: arch up and put pressure on his thighs and legs to afford him some relief from choking, or relax his strained and shaking muscles and face suffocating again. The man had been sitting like this for over an hour, watching the brutal and ghastly dissection of his wife. His legs shook with the effort of keeping him aloft so he could continue to breathe but when he looked to his tormentor, he could see no mercy there. Di’Shan had forced him to watch everything all while trying not to strangle himself.
Of course, THAT would be too easy, too swift an end and too much a disappointment so Di’Shan had angled the rope so it would cut under the man’s jaw line, giving the feeling of choking without actually cutting off enough air to kill him. His victim would not be getting off that easily.
Di’Shan knelt down in front of the shaking human, his long lekku falling down over his shoulders. “I can make it stop, you know,” he purred softly, his voice like silk over ice, “I can make all this go away.” He leaned in and stopped a hair’s breadth from the man’s ear, the sacred whispers of a savior on his lips. “Tell me what I need to know and I can release you.”
“I…I can’t…” the hapless man gasped roughly, “if that information gets out, it’ll destroy me.”
“I will destroy you,” Di’Shan hissed, “piece by piece…”
A thin vibro-shiv slid loose from the sheath in Di’Shan’s boot, its keen edge catching the light. The assassin drew it up in lazy circles against straining leg muscles in an open threat and the man choked back a sob. “Please…not in front of my children…”
Di’Shan hesitated just a moment before slowly turning his eyes back toward the three huddled forms barely visible across the room. They shrank back from that gaze as if the shadows could protect them. Oh how he loved that…the sharp intakes of breath, the trembling he could see even from here, the strangled cry of denial from their father as he realized his mistake.
“You’re right,” Di’Shan said, rising languidly with the blade still in his grasp, “not in front of the children…”
Race: Twi’lek
Age: 27
Height: 6’3
Weight: 197 lbs
Appearance: Di’Shan is a strikingly handsome male by most human standards, a trait unusual to his race. His delicate features border on androgyny though the lean muscle he sports from rigorous exercise marks him as clearly male. His skin is a deep and verdant green but his eyes are a light hazel that look gold against his skintone. Two long and heavy lekku grace his head. Multiple tattoos grace his skin, almost entirely covering his arms and extending in thin lines down his spine and chest.
When not in battle, Di’Shan wears a loose fitted white shirt which he often leaves hanging mostly open, black dyed rycrit leather breeches and knee high black rancor leather boots. The boots are fastened with a multitude of buckles which run down the outside. He usually wears a thick leather belt with this from which he hangs his lightsaber and a large number of pouches. On each wrist, he wears a thick silver bracelet that is carved ornately on the outside.
When in battle, Di’Shan prefers to don his old Dark Jedi robes.
Personality: Di’Shan is, quite literally, a sociopath. He is incapable of comprehending other beings as existing outside of himself. He sees the world as a giant game that he is playing. The feelings, thoughts, and well-being of others is only important to him in the ways in which it will affect him directly. Because of this, Di’Shan is deceptively charming to most people. He shifts his personality like a chameleon, adjusting himself to whatever situation he is in to gain the most benefit from it. To those who see the real Di’Shan, a rare feat, he may seem arrogant. However, it is less a inflation of his ego as it is that he really IS the center of his own universe. Everyone else is there to allow him to play the game of living.
Because of his complete lack of empathy, Di’Shan is also a sadist. He is fascinated by the pain of others and seeks it out routinely. For him, pain is an art form and the normal methods of torture seem uncouth and unimaginative to him. He lacks any real sex drive at all and only resorts to using his body when he feels it will cause the most damage emotionally to a person.
Birth place: Ryloth
Faction: Sith
Rank:Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight Assassin
Bio:
Birth to Age Six:
Di’Shan was born on Ryloth to Epoia and Koola Nao, simple rycrit famers. His father, Koola, was an ex-smuggler who had returned to his homeworld to settle down after a particularly nasty deal gone wrong. The incident had left him scarred badly along one side of his body but despite this, he married a lovely Twi’lek woman named Epoia and used his earnings to buy a small farm. Like many Twi’lek parents trying to make a living on their harsh world, the Naos had plans to sell a few of their children into slavery in an exchange they felt would benefit both the child by getting them off planet and the parents by gaining some extra much needed income.
Epoia was a very beautiful woman and both parents were certain their children would fetch a high price but neither was prepared for the arrival of Di’Shan. When he was born, the nursemaid thought he was female at first and it wasn’t until he emerged fully that she discovered otherwise. Delicate featured and effeminate looking, the child was certainly not what Koola had expected in a son. Regardless, since male Twi’leks were not in high demand as slaves, Koola and Epoia resolved to raise their son with all the love and care they had to offer. Aside from his strange appearance, the boy was a normal healthy child until around age five.
By this time, it was obvious that Di’Shan wasn’t going to look like most Twi’lek males as his father had hoped. Koola had thought perhaps the boy would mature and start to show signs of more masculine traits but often he and Epoia were complimented on the loveliness of their “daughter” when they took him into town. It was also around this time that Di’Shan began to show some disturbing behavior. Multiple times, Epoia had discovered Di’Shan pulling bugs apart very slowly, apparently fascinated by the way they twitched when they died. He had also taken to destroying his toys more than was normal for a young boy and he had an unhealthy obsession with starting fires.
Koola was worried that something was wrong with him but Epoia, enamored of her only son, was quick to his defense. She had born two other children since his birth, both little girls, and she doted on them all equally. She played off Di’Shan’s behavior as simply childhood antics and “the actions of a curious little boy”. As time wore on, Epoia remained blind to everything Koola was beginning to worry about. At six, Di’Shan was still wetting the bed, something he should have long since stopped, but Epoia scoffed when it was brought up, claiming that it was merely stress from knowing that both his sisters would be sold into slavery once they got a little older. Di’Shan’s fascination with the torment of bugs had, by then, graduated to small mammals. He kept this behavior secret from his father when it became obvious that it bothered Koola. Often Di’Shan would sneak out in the middle of the night to catch and dismantle rodents, delighting in the way they squeaked when he broke their tails.
It was around this time that a Dark Jedi came through the small town where the Naos lived. He had stopped to refuel and decided to seek out some entertainment while his ship was being tended to. Master Venno Keth, a Togruta, had found the delights of Twi’lek women to be to his liking many times and so he set off to see what fare looked interesting in town that night. As he wandered, he spotted Epoia and Di’Shan heading home from the small market place, baskets in hand, and two things caught his interest right away. The first was the lovely nature of Epoia, whose beauty had struck many a male. Her soft blue skin and long lekku held Venno’s attention for a moment before he looked down to the other item of interest in this pair. Clinging to Epoia’s sheer sash was a small male child. Males usually didn’t interest Venno in the least but right away he could tell the boy was a Force sensitive.
Smiling to himself, Venno decided that fate had put him there that night for a reason. Only a year ago, he'd been forced to crush the life out of his old apprentice. The girl had become too over-confident and she'd attempted to slay him inhis sleep. Unfortunately for her, Venno still proved the stronger. Now he found himself presented with a new potential desciple. The fact that the boy’s mother was a lovely prize in and of herself only cemented the deal. It was an offer Venno wasn’t about to resist.
The Dark Jedi followed the pair to their small home. Koola was out with the rycrits still when Venno attacked his family. Di’Shan was forced to sit and watch while his mother was assaulted and murdered. He had started off angry and screaming at Venno but as the assault wore on, he stopped protesting and instead watched curiously. The male was obviously stronger than his mother and since he hadn’t moved to kill Di’Shan yet, the boy decided that he would let this play out however it needed to. Perhaps his father would be home soon. Venno was surprised and disappointed when his rape of Epoia didn't have the effect he expected on the boy and it prompted him to change his plans. He had hoped to take the woman with him as a pleasure slave but his curiousity was piqued now as to what it would take to get a reaction from Di'Shan. With slow and deliberate care, Venno murdered Epoia in front of her child, all the while watching Di'Shan's reactions.
When the violence didn’t produce anything more that a curious stare from the boy, Venno dragged the boy to his sisters’ rooms and let him watch their deaths. For Di’Shan, this was a learning experience. His sisters never provided him with anything of value since he was the only boy and they didn’t often play with him, so their deaths weren’t as sad to see as his mother’s. He found himself watching with rapt attention when the older girl was killed but the same didn’t hold true for the second. Instead, he felt strangely disappointed when Venno killed the youngest child in the same way. It felt wasteful to him.
Venno, for his part, knew after killing both little girls, that something was a bit off with the male child. The boy had simply looked at him with open interest at the first kill and a notable frown after the second one. Venno found himself fascinated by this. He gathered Di’Shan up and took the boy back to his ship, stopping along the way to procure a new pleasureable toy since Di'Shan's mother was now no longer an option.
The Acolyte Years:
Venno was a harsh and thorough Master but Di’Shan adapted quickly. With his own survival in the forefront of his mind, the boy learned through painful trial and error how best to keep on Venno’s good side. The first few days after his training began, Di’Shan had reverted to his normal behaviors, things his mother had coddled and allowed in him. This didn’t last long. Venno beat the child almost to unconsciousness after the first time Di’Shan refused a direct order and this lesson of pain taught Di’Shan two things. He didn’t ever want to irritate his Master again and he enjoyed giving pain but not receiving it.
Di’Shan poured himself into his studies, becoming an apt pupil and reveling in his newly learned Force abilities. He had never imagined that he could do all of the things his Master taught him but Venno’s words made sense. He had said that Di’Shan’s fascination with the pain of others could be traced to his ability to feel them through the Force and that in time, he could teach Di’Shan to reveal the true potential delights of torture. Venno played to his pupil’s strengths and was delighted by the child’s eagerness to learn such brutality but he was disappointed in the boy’s frail form.
Around the age of twelve, Di’Shan began to go on missions with his Master. Venno taught him that power was something given to the strong to keep the weak in line. He had pointed out the corruption so often present in so called polite societies where the weak had been left un-culled. In those societies, the weak had nothing to fear as the strong were kept in check by laws and rules but Venno did not hold to those regulations and was disgusted by what he called the pathetic masses of prey who thought they could tell the predators what to do. Di’Shan had watched while his Master took obvious delight in upsetting the status quo and reveling in the fear of those who suddenly found that laws were just invisible things that couldn’t actually afford protection from those who didn’t abide by them.
The Twi’lek had discovered in this time that his Master had once been a Jedi, a defender of the galaxy but he’d fallen from grace when he had grown fed up with protecting the spoiled rich or the corrupt monsters that held sway over so many people simply because their voices were heard more clearly in the Senate than anyone else’s. Venno had parted with the Jedi to pursue what he felt was a far more just goal: putting “necessary fear” back into the world.
Venno was an adept swordsman and he favored a good duel over anything else. He refused utterly to accept that Di’Shan was simply not as interested in straight forward combat as torture and he drove those lessons home more than any other. Skilled in the forms of Ataru and Shien, Venno began to teach Di'Shan saber skills. He found that his pupil tired too easily when forced to block blows with a single blade but the child showed a lot of promise with speed. Venno knew that a single bad blow to Di'Shan's lekku could also kill him so it would be necessary for the boy to use a weapon which afforded more defensive capabilities than a normal single bladed saber. He began to instruct his student on how to fight with a double bladed lightsaber, starting their practice with only a set of dull metal blades, attached together at the middle, and teaching what he could while he searched for another Dark Jedi who knew more about double-bladed fighting.
Many of those first nights found Di’Shan sore and tired, his knees swollen from slamming into the hard practice floors again and again each time he failed. Bruises littered his back and legs where he'd been struck hard with the dull sword blades but he had found he was picking up the techniques for this style of fighting far more quickly than anything he'd learned previously. His natural long legs and graceful form meant he could sweep and twist, striking from unexpected angles when using a dual blade weapon and while his master still enforced a strict learning of the basic Shii-cho form, Di'Shan decidedly enjoyed double-bladed combat far more.
After months of searching, Venno finally located another Dark Jedi named Kan Lotsa, who was willing to take Di'Shan on as a pupil. This new teacher could see promise in the young Twi'lek and Venno had no illusions about the other Jedi's motives. He knew Kan would most likely try to usurp his student right out from under him but he bided his time and used Kan to full advantage.
For two years, Di'Shan worked on his combat skills with Kan and Venno; a small complex of obstacle courses, sparring rooms, and living quarters his only sights. Small burns marred his arms from where he hadn’t stopped his Master’s blade in time but always Venno was careful to avoid scarring his apprentice’s face and he instructed Kan to do the same. The Dark Jedi had come to see the boy’s delicate features as a possible tool to be used. It was a sad fact of life that beautiful people were afforded more than those who were not and Di’Shan had the potential to be truly attractive as he grew older.
Curious about the nature of Di’Shan’s odd appearance, Venno had his pupil’s genetics tested. What he found was little more than a simple mutation. An egg that had held both male and female chromosomes in it had been fertilized resulting in a male child with female features. The boy even had residual female sexual organs that had remained undeveloped and dormant while the male organs had formed fully. This excess of female genetics would make it difficult for Di’Shan to put on any large quantities of muscle but Venno knew a certain amount would be necessary if the child was to manage being even passable as a warrior.
Di’Shan found himself worked mercilessly and almost every lesson he learned from then on contained some sort of physical aspect meant to gain him muscle. His telekinetics lessons involved doing push-ups while trying to levitate small metal spheres and place them in specially designed slots. His telepath lessons were done while jogging beside his Master. His history, math, language, and science lessons were taught while he lifted weights or swam. In his sparring matches with Venno, he was not encouraged to use Force assisted maneuvers in order to force his muscles to work to their fullest.
Instead, separate lessons were taught to enforce these skills with Kan being his teacher. His skill with the double-bladed saber continued to grow and soon Venno knew, it would be time for him to have one of his own. Kan had been letting Di'Shan use his for practice reasons while Kan himself used two single blades to instruct. As Di'Shan became stronger and more capable as a fighter, Kan began to bring Venno in so the apprentice could learn to fight multiple combatants. Here, Di'Shan's speed and sinuous nature gave him the advantage and he found it easy enough to use his opponent's own momentum against one another.
Finally the day came when Venno decided Di'Shan had learned as much as he could from Kan and the other man's usefulness had come to an end. He pulled Di'Shan aside and explained that Kan was the only one among them with a double-bladed saber and that if Di'Shan wanted one, now was the time to take it. Together, the two of them slew Kan and Di'Shan gained his first lightsaber.
In Di’Shan’s seventeenth year of life, Venno finally let him take on his first solo mission. He sent the boy to gain information from a young aristocratic woman on Bothawui. The mission was simple enough, just gain the girl’s trust and then use his charm to convince her to provide the codes to her father’s warehouse where a ship Venno wanted was stored. Di’Shan was only mildly entertained by the thought of deceiving the girl and decided to make the whole matter more interesting. He learned that she had been betrothed to a high class young man and the pair’s respective fathers were partners in a company. The betrothal was obviously politically motivated, a move by the girl’s father to raise his own status, and Di’Shan saw in this as an opportunity. He would be able to play on the girl’s emotions if she wasn’t as interested in the marriage as her father.
The young woman, Delia, wasn’t hard to find as she had an entourage of eager men that followed her everywhere, some simply desperate to get closer to her father’s power through her. Di’Shan placed himself in the local shopping district and simply wandered around in an area he knew he would be easily spotted in. His exotic looks and a body sculpted from years of hard training had made him a striking individual and there was no shortage of interest from local women as he strolled through the area. He purposefully averted his eyes however, playing up on his race’s reputation for being non-confrontational; something which only served to increase the desire in others even more.
As Delia wandered past, Di’Shan reached out with the Force to nudge her mind just enough to make her look his way. He caught her eyes for only a moment and then smiled shyly while looking away. The trick had worked. When he looked up again, he found her wandering in his direction, her eyes very obviously focused on him. He engaged her in polite conversation but made no attempts to show the same interest the other men did and this quickly enamored the young woman. She was accustomed to being doted upon and Di’Shan’s quiet manners and stand-offish nature enthralled her. Several days in a row, the pair met in the market place, exchanging niceties and wandering the booths together. As they walked, Di’Shan wheedled information out of her about her marriage and her feelings on it. As suspected, Delia did not share her father’s enthusiasm for the pairing.
It took a full week of subtle flirting and many hours of Di’Shan refraining from rolling his eyes as Delia prattled on and on about her life but eventually the moment came when he made his play. As he walked her back to her home, the evening falling around them, Di’Shan pulled Delia to a halt next to a fountain just in front of her home. There, he “confessed” his affection for her and the pair shared their first kiss. As with most teenagers, Delia was immediately smitten with the strange and handsome man that had been so good to her. It took little convincing on Di’Shan’s part and before the next week was out, the couple had cemented their relationship physically. Unbeknownst to Delia, Di’Shan had recorded the entire tryst through the use of a small remote droid. He convinced the girl to give him the codes to her father’s warehouse, claiming that he was going to steal the ship, come for her, and they could elope together where her father would never be able to stop them.
With the codes in hand, Di’Shan headed to the ship. He stopped along the way to call the local directories and gain the office number for Delia’s father before finally gaining possession of the ship. Then he fed the recording of their love-making into the security feed of the warehouse and left a note folded neatly on one of the desks.
As the engines were warming, Di’Shan placed a call to the office of Delia’s father to inform them that someone had broken into the building. Then he called Delia and told her he needed her to hurry to the warehouse to meet him, offering an excuse for why he couldn’t come to her. He didn’t stick around to watch the aftermath but he could well imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when Delia, her father, and the local authorities all entered the warehouse to discover the illicit recording playing on multiple large screens, their ship missing and a note that read simply:
I have made several copies of this recording. Unless you would like them to arrive on the doorstep of your betrothed, your neighbors and the local media, never look for this ship.
After Di’Shan presented his Master with the ship and the entertaining story to go with it, Venno decided to up Di’Shan’s training. His apprentice had proven he had a knack for the theatric and a mind that demanded more than just the simple sort of destruction most Dark Jedi relied on. For Di’Shan, the ship had been just a bonus, it was the fear, pain, and torment left in his wake that was the real goal and Venno saw an opportunity to pass along knowledge he had gained in the years since his fall.
Di’Shan’s Master began to provide a new buffet of delights as of yet un-tasted by the young Twi’lek. Venno started by kidnapping random smugglers, criminals and other such individuals unlikely to be missed, and then bringing them back to the training camp. There he showed Di’Shan how to use the Force to heighten the fear his apprentice so loved. To Di’Shan, this affecting of other people’s emotions was beyond fascinating. He poured himself into the effort of learning the art of Force Fear, spending hours every day delicately enhancing and tweaking the energies put off by his victims. In the beginning he failed often, finding that he couldn’t tell most times if he was even having an effect since most of their victims were already terrified, but Di’Shan was nothing if not dedicated. This new ability held him utterly enthralled by its potential in a way nothing else ever had and though it took years for him to see any positive results, the young man never swayed from his efforts.
Di'Shan also learned the joys of poisons and mind-altering drugs when used against his victims. In conjunction with his Force Fear abilities, he found he could produce fascinating results. There was somethign poetic to him in the way a simple slow acting toxin could lock a person's muscles up, sending them into spasms and while their bodies twitched and convulsed, he could sense their terror at not being in control of even the most basic of functions. Paralytics were amusing for forcing a person to hold ever so still while Di'Shan peeled them apart layer by layer and over time he learned which ones were best suited to keeping his victims consious, clear-minded, and perfectly capable of feeling every moment.
Knighthood:
At twenty-two years old, Venno finally promoted his young apprentice to the rank of Knight. Di’Shan’s skills with manipulation and fear made him an excellent fit for the specialization of Assassin and he continued to carry out his duties with a single minded enthusiasm. He used any and every opportunity to try his hand at Force Fear, perfecting his techniques with the devotion of true believer and it was this skill when paired with his strange captivation at other people’s suffering that made him an excellent interrogator. Often he came up with new and interesting ways to kill those who possessed what the Dark Jedi needed and he volunteered his services to his master at any given opportunity.
As the years passed though, Di’Shan found he wanted more. He wanted to learn how to drive a person to madness just through the Force alone. He had lost count of the hours spent over the course of his life, vibro-shiv in hand, while he carved away flesh, bone, and muscle, delighting in the screams of his victims but he found he had to drag the suffering on for longer than usual to get the same amount of enjoyment out of it that he used to. Force Fear was still new to him though and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. He fed on the fear he could taste across the Force as if it were the very milk of life and he constantly craved more of it. Venno, however, had nothing left to teach in this area and so his usefulness to Di’Shan ended.
The time had come for Di'Shan to seek out a new Master, someone more powerful who could teach him more. He had become strong enough to best his master at almost every sparring match and the years of physical training had left his thin frame now well packed with muscle. Di'Shan had also learned his master's daily schedule like the back of his own hand and so, he knew, there was only one last thing he needed to know. How much of a coward would Venno prove to be? Di'Shan wanted to see the REAL Venno, the being he was underneath the veneer of dark strength, and he wanted to see how resistant his master would prove to his own Force Fear teachings.
One bright and beautiful afternoon, Di'Shan laid a trap. Venno was a careful man and his apprentice knew he expected an attack some day, such was his level of paranoia, but men so powerful in the Force are often blinded by conceit and the attack came from an unexpected source. Venno had prepared for a saber battle or a sudden assassination attempt while he slept but he hadn't conceived at all of the simple idea that his pillow had been dusted with a nero-toxin. Never in his life had Venno suspected that something so mundane would be his down fall. No Force had been needed, no raging saber battle. He had simply laid down and when he woke, he found himself unable to move.
Di'Shan had been waiting for him to awaken and was standing over his bed when he came to conciousness. The next few days were the most enjoyable for Di'Shan and the most horrid for Venno who had not believed he could feel such pain. By the time, Di'Shan had wiped his blades clean on the third day, Venno had gone quite mad and had been reduced to a quivering slobbering mess. The drugs in his system kept Venno well under control and the constant pain kept him quite far from sanity. Convinced there was little more entertainment to gain from Venno, Di'Shan finished removing the older man's lekku and left him to bleed to death.
The ties to his former Master were easily cut without a second glance as Di’Shan turned his eyes to the horizon for better opportunities. There had to be others out there that knew more of this ability and could teach Di’Shan how to better use it. It was in his 26th year that Di’Shan began to pay more attention to the rumors of the Sith among the other Dark Jedi he encountered. The Sith empire had been growing steadily for some time and was declaring war on the Republic but such things had never mattered much to the young Twi’Lek. The Sith themselves, however, were a different story. The Sith, like the Jedi, were legends in and of themselves, true masters of the Darkness and the Force that dwells within. If anyone knew how to truly master the art of Force Fear, then it would be the Sith.
Seeking a new Master that would teach him how to ascend even higher in skill, Di’Shan set out to find the Sith.
Lightsaber: Double Bladed – Di’Shan favors speed and athletics over strength so his lightsaber is a double bladed creation. The handle itself is highly shined chrome with hand guards set in at each end to prevent slippage.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi -N/A
Soresu -N/A
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So - N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 7
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing: 0
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: Force Fear
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
The children were screaming, terrified faces upturned and tear-streaked as they huddled together in a corner. The cries turned to muted whimpers of horror and the three of them, two young boys and their older sister, each felt the pangs of guilt as they thanked what tiny mercies existed that the attentions of the man across the room were still settled firmly on their father. The creature of their nightmares moved sinuously in the meager moonlight that filtered in through the shattered window. Curtains hung at an awkward angle, the pale hand of a woman still tangled in them from her death throes. A dark stain spread out across the carpet, edging slowly away from the limp body and staring eyes that belonged to what used to be a beautiful lady.
Di’Shan paid little heed to the sticky mess congealing around the soles of his boots. It was already losing its heat in the chill night air and had long since lost interest for the Twi’lek assassin. Those terrible golden eyes were focused instead on the straining and trembling form of the man kneeling before him. A rope was threaded in a noose around the man’s neck, jerked up harshly under his chin and tied high behind him to the top of his dresser mirror while his hands and ankles were pulled taut and secured behind his back to one of the dressers legs. The man coughed violently as he arched up against the noose.
Di’Shan had tied it expertly. The ropes around the man’s ankles and wrists kept him tightly to the ground forcing the victim to make a choice: arch up and put pressure on his thighs and legs to afford him some relief from choking, or relax his strained and shaking muscles and face suffocating again. The man had been sitting like this for over an hour, watching the brutal and ghastly dissection of his wife. His legs shook with the effort of keeping him aloft so he could continue to breathe but when he looked to his tormentor, he could see no mercy there. Di’Shan had forced him to watch everything all while trying not to strangle himself.
Of course, THAT would be too easy, too swift an end and too much a disappointment so Di’Shan had angled the rope so it would cut under the man’s jaw line, giving the feeling of choking without actually cutting off enough air to kill him. His victim would not be getting off that easily.
Di’Shan knelt down in front of the shaking human, his long lekku falling down over his shoulders. “I can make it stop, you know,” he purred softly, his voice like silk over ice, “I can make all this go away.” He leaned in and stopped a hair’s breadth from the man’s ear, the sacred whispers of a savior on his lips. “Tell me what I need to know and I can release you.”
“I…I can’t…” the hapless man gasped roughly, “if that information gets out, it’ll destroy me.”
“I will destroy you,” Di’Shan hissed, “piece by piece…”
A thin vibro-shiv slid loose from the sheath in Di’Shan’s boot, its keen edge catching the light. The assassin drew it up in lazy circles against straining leg muscles in an open threat and the man choked back a sob. “Please…not in front of my children…”
Di’Shan hesitated just a moment before slowly turning his eyes back toward the three huddled forms barely visible across the room. They shrank back from that gaze as if the shadows could protect them. Oh how he loved that…the sharp intakes of breath, the trembling he could see even from here, the strangled cry of denial from their father as he realized his mistake.
“You’re right,” Di’Shan said, rising languidly with the blade still in his grasp, “not in front of the children…”
I forgot to do that entirely. I was TIRED when I wrote this yesterday. LOL!
