Post by Silas on Mar 7, 2010 14:58:59 GMT -5
In this quest for power, I have betrayed my own race.
Silas wasn’t ready for the day, it wasn’t one where he’d be able to kill, experiment, or in anyway do something exciting. No, today he’d embrace the mundane to see what exactly it takes to push these people to the absolute precipice of their core. Once again he’d rate these people, add to the names of the people who needed to be avoided when competence was in order, and the ones who might be reliable in a bind. Of course it was a fairly short list so far, these were pretty drastic black and whites, but it was fairly obvious who was going to just screw you over, and the ones who could hold their own. Even as an initiate, this Sith would not take let any man, woman, or child slow him down. nuts wasn’t something he tolerated from anyone, of any rank. If they didn’t like his attitude, they had better get out of his way, he had more important things to take care of.
Even then, there was something about this place that pulsed with the rhythm of the dark side, and played a sorrowful tone of his true soul. Into this void he went, past the pillars of stone which lined this place, and it was in the dark, under their shadow where he found an image of tranquillity. There was an order to the way those shadows danced upon the base of the obelisk, it had a rhyme and a reason, unlike so many things in this world. All there needed was the simple application of light, and everything went awry in one simple moment. Chaos, it came in many forms, in every apparition, every mouth, and every child. Somewhere a long the way they would give forth some form of it, and the world would have something to talk about. Because, many people liked to pretend chaos was bad, but how could the universe thrive without it?
It doesn’t matter, though. The power is all I need, they can just watch as I set the universe aflame.
In a second into the depths of the training sessions he strode, past people sparring, and the looks of passion a light in some person’s eyes. There was a certain stride which he walked, a self confident swagger to which this killer moved about that made him seem almost prudent. If anyone had looked closely, it might have looked as though there was a break, a slight stop as his gaze fell upon another initiate who was looking straight at him. Something, anything about the boy had made the man a little unsettled for a second, as if a long time ago he’d seen him. Oh, he might have had seen him before in a casual setting, but this wasn’t just seeing the outward look of him. No, it was as if he’d seen into his soul, made him scream to every god he knew of, and forced his mind to bend. When you put someone into a situation like that, you don’t forget their face, and now it seemed as if he was mistaken. For a second, though, he kind of wondered if the man feared the dark. The other had feared it a great deal after he was done with him.
Along the way, there was an open room wherein some initiates might train if they so wanted, and Silas was one of those initiates. Inside he strode there was one other man, his eyes filled with the look of a naïve child, there was a certain amount of rage, but it wasn’t enough to cover the former. It might be more sad than riveting if he was to fight the child, but then again he might be able to convey some knowledge to him. Who knows, he might even prove to be something more than bantha fodder. However unlikely that might seem, potential was found in the most curious of people. Sometimes no more than an ant when they are first swept up into the chasms of fate.
With a smile his hand hovered over to the lightsaber at his side as he spoke lightly, “Would you care to duel?
Silas had never been one for much conversation, no he left the real talking to people who might listen. Right now this kid just wanted one thing, and that was quite apparent in his eyes. It was a desire for power perhaps, maybe a need to taste human blood. No matter what it was the boy was like an open book, leaving himself open to the world to read, and judge accordingly. The killer who stood near him did not like such action, death came swifter to someone who was easily read, and a good liar can win his weight in credits. Something told the Firrerreo this boy wouldn’t last long in a real fight.
“I must warn you, I may be a simple initiate, but I am not easily defeated,” Told the boy arrogantly, and all Silas could do was simply roll his eyes as he got into a stance that looked as if he way attempting to be menacing.
Obviously the kid had seen the motion himself, for he instantly pulled his lightsaber, like the flowing red of a rose petal it fell from the silver. Eyes slightly narrowed the kid motioned with the tip of his weapon, and the other man pulled out his. With one finger he played with the ignition switch as his eye locked firmly on him, a smile stretched carefully across the corners of his lips. Annoyed the kid jumped the gun, and went to attack the man, but it was too late for him. It would have been better for him to have taken a more dedicated, thought out attack, this random one was sloppy. Silas hit his ignition switch to let the lightsabers meet at just the right moment, and their was a hiss like that of a starship, screaming towards a planet’s surface. A rage burned in his eyes as he went a wave of force towards the man, his hand pushing him backwards. All it did was make him stumble for a second, but that was all the man needed as he sent a mind splitting illusion towards the man, bringing to life a fear from deep inside him.
Of course it worked like a charm, the man was on the ground before he could think, and his hands were wrapped around his head. In a second it was over for him, and it had been obvious long before the force even set in that this kid wasn’t accustomed to being attacked mentally. Maybe that’d teach him something, but probably not. Silas was finished with this mediocre stuff, he’d probably just watch, observe for a while some of the bigger groups. Get a feel for how different people liked to fight, and those little clichés he should be wary of, or use to his advantage during a fight. Perhaps something would come up, an opportunity, a new introspection. Whatever it was, he walked away from the room, leaving the boy to pick himself up off the ground, still slightly in a daze.
(Bleh, it isn't great, but its just me trying to get a feel for the character. Hopefully they'll get better as I go along xD )
Silas wasn’t ready for the day, it wasn’t one where he’d be able to kill, experiment, or in anyway do something exciting. No, today he’d embrace the mundane to see what exactly it takes to push these people to the absolute precipice of their core. Once again he’d rate these people, add to the names of the people who needed to be avoided when competence was in order, and the ones who might be reliable in a bind. Of course it was a fairly short list so far, these were pretty drastic black and whites, but it was fairly obvious who was going to just screw you over, and the ones who could hold their own. Even as an initiate, this Sith would not take let any man, woman, or child slow him down. nuts wasn’t something he tolerated from anyone, of any rank. If they didn’t like his attitude, they had better get out of his way, he had more important things to take care of.
Even then, there was something about this place that pulsed with the rhythm of the dark side, and played a sorrowful tone of his true soul. Into this void he went, past the pillars of stone which lined this place, and it was in the dark, under their shadow where he found an image of tranquillity. There was an order to the way those shadows danced upon the base of the obelisk, it had a rhyme and a reason, unlike so many things in this world. All there needed was the simple application of light, and everything went awry in one simple moment. Chaos, it came in many forms, in every apparition, every mouth, and every child. Somewhere a long the way they would give forth some form of it, and the world would have something to talk about. Because, many people liked to pretend chaos was bad, but how could the universe thrive without it?
It doesn’t matter, though. The power is all I need, they can just watch as I set the universe aflame.
In a second into the depths of the training sessions he strode, past people sparring, and the looks of passion a light in some person’s eyes. There was a certain stride which he walked, a self confident swagger to which this killer moved about that made him seem almost prudent. If anyone had looked closely, it might have looked as though there was a break, a slight stop as his gaze fell upon another initiate who was looking straight at him. Something, anything about the boy had made the man a little unsettled for a second, as if a long time ago he’d seen him. Oh, he might have had seen him before in a casual setting, but this wasn’t just seeing the outward look of him. No, it was as if he’d seen into his soul, made him scream to every god he knew of, and forced his mind to bend. When you put someone into a situation like that, you don’t forget their face, and now it seemed as if he was mistaken. For a second, though, he kind of wondered if the man feared the dark. The other had feared it a great deal after he was done with him.
Along the way, there was an open room wherein some initiates might train if they so wanted, and Silas was one of those initiates. Inside he strode there was one other man, his eyes filled with the look of a naïve child, there was a certain amount of rage, but it wasn’t enough to cover the former. It might be more sad than riveting if he was to fight the child, but then again he might be able to convey some knowledge to him. Who knows, he might even prove to be something more than bantha fodder. However unlikely that might seem, potential was found in the most curious of people. Sometimes no more than an ant when they are first swept up into the chasms of fate.
With a smile his hand hovered over to the lightsaber at his side as he spoke lightly, “Would you care to duel?
Silas had never been one for much conversation, no he left the real talking to people who might listen. Right now this kid just wanted one thing, and that was quite apparent in his eyes. It was a desire for power perhaps, maybe a need to taste human blood. No matter what it was the boy was like an open book, leaving himself open to the world to read, and judge accordingly. The killer who stood near him did not like such action, death came swifter to someone who was easily read, and a good liar can win his weight in credits. Something told the Firrerreo this boy wouldn’t last long in a real fight.
“I must warn you, I may be a simple initiate, but I am not easily defeated,” Told the boy arrogantly, and all Silas could do was simply roll his eyes as he got into a stance that looked as if he way attempting to be menacing.
Obviously the kid had seen the motion himself, for he instantly pulled his lightsaber, like the flowing red of a rose petal it fell from the silver. Eyes slightly narrowed the kid motioned with the tip of his weapon, and the other man pulled out his. With one finger he played with the ignition switch as his eye locked firmly on him, a smile stretched carefully across the corners of his lips. Annoyed the kid jumped the gun, and went to attack the man, but it was too late for him. It would have been better for him to have taken a more dedicated, thought out attack, this random one was sloppy. Silas hit his ignition switch to let the lightsabers meet at just the right moment, and their was a hiss like that of a starship, screaming towards a planet’s surface. A rage burned in his eyes as he went a wave of force towards the man, his hand pushing him backwards. All it did was make him stumble for a second, but that was all the man needed as he sent a mind splitting illusion towards the man, bringing to life a fear from deep inside him.
Of course it worked like a charm, the man was on the ground before he could think, and his hands were wrapped around his head. In a second it was over for him, and it had been obvious long before the force even set in that this kid wasn’t accustomed to being attacked mentally. Maybe that’d teach him something, but probably not. Silas was finished with this mediocre stuff, he’d probably just watch, observe for a while some of the bigger groups. Get a feel for how different people liked to fight, and those little clichés he should be wary of, or use to his advantage during a fight. Perhaps something would come up, an opportunity, a new introspection. Whatever it was, he walked away from the room, leaving the boy to pick himself up off the ground, still slightly in a daze.
(Bleh, it isn't great, but its just me trying to get a feel for the character. Hopefully they'll get better as I go along xD )
