Dark Lord Rivin
Jan 26th, 2005, 05:23:31 PM
OOC: Please only those that have a reason to be here other than the bounty on Rivin's head. As far as anybody knows Rivin is still at TSO's Grounds.
IC:
A Dark Dirty Bar, Corellia, City of Westport, 1:23am
He needed to get away, Away from the Order, Away from the other Sith, Away from Jedi, Away from all that knew him. He didn't have the time to leave Corellia today, so he came to Westport, the farthest city from TSO's home, and only accessable by the Planet wide train system, or by air, and the city only has room for 3 ships that are larger than an airspeeder.
Why was he alive? Why did it matter? What was his purpose in life? He has Money and Power, There were people across the galaxy that feared his name, He has his Revenge, But the one thing that he ever wanted, the one chance he had at a life, was taken from him 11 years 5 hours and 14 miniutes ago. Cilina. Her death was the final straw, the thing that forced his hand, that drove him to be consumed by the darkness that took hold of him in his teen years. What would his life had been like if she had only lived, or at least if their child had been born? Would he still have become the man he was today.
Rivin picks up a drink on the bar and goes to sip it, just as he had been doing for the last 6 hours. Rivin was dressed like a street person, and was covered in dirt, just so that people will not be able to tell it's him. He has his Lightsabers hidden in the sleaves of his dirty jacket, and an old dagger at his side. The mant next to him goes to reach back for his drink only to find that Rivin has taken it from him.
"Hey! That's my Drink!"
Rivin glances at the man and says with uncaring tone.
"Not any more."
The man get's up and grabs Rivin by the shirt and lifts him off the bar stool...
"Look you peice of street filth! I payed for that drink! It's mine!"
Rivin rolls his eyes.
"I recommend that you take your hands off of me."
"Or what! What could a peice of Filth like you do to me."
in responce to that Rivin calmly places the drink back on the bar, and quickly brings his hand up to the man's neck, squeesing tighter and tighter as he says.
"If you know what is good for you you will leave me alone. Just get yourself another drink and sit FAR FAR AWAY FROM ME! OR YOU WILL END UP DEAD!"
At that point Rivin throws the man at an empty table, and sits back down picking up the drink again, and watches the man gasp for air.
IC:
A Dark Dirty Bar, Corellia, City of Westport, 1:23am
He needed to get away, Away from the Order, Away from the other Sith, Away from Jedi, Away from all that knew him. He didn't have the time to leave Corellia today, so he came to Westport, the farthest city from TSO's home, and only accessable by the Planet wide train system, or by air, and the city only has room for 3 ships that are larger than an airspeeder.
Why was he alive? Why did it matter? What was his purpose in life? He has Money and Power, There were people across the galaxy that feared his name, He has his Revenge, But the one thing that he ever wanted, the one chance he had at a life, was taken from him 11 years 5 hours and 14 miniutes ago. Cilina. Her death was the final straw, the thing that forced his hand, that drove him to be consumed by the darkness that took hold of him in his teen years. What would his life had been like if she had only lived, or at least if their child had been born? Would he still have become the man he was today.
Rivin picks up a drink on the bar and goes to sip it, just as he had been doing for the last 6 hours. Rivin was dressed like a street person, and was covered in dirt, just so that people will not be able to tell it's him. He has his Lightsabers hidden in the sleaves of his dirty jacket, and an old dagger at his side. The mant next to him goes to reach back for his drink only to find that Rivin has taken it from him.
"Hey! That's my Drink!"
Rivin glances at the man and says with uncaring tone.
"Not any more."
The man get's up and grabs Rivin by the shirt and lifts him off the bar stool...
"Look you peice of street filth! I payed for that drink! It's mine!"
Rivin rolls his eyes.
"I recommend that you take your hands off of me."
"Or what! What could a peice of Filth like you do to me."
in responce to that Rivin calmly places the drink back on the bar, and quickly brings his hand up to the man's neck, squeesing tighter and tighter as he says.
"If you know what is good for you you will leave me alone. Just get yourself another drink and sit FAR FAR AWAY FROM ME! OR YOU WILL END UP DEAD!"
At that point Rivin throws the man at an empty table, and sits back down picking up the drink again, and watches the man gasp for air.