Lucianus Adair
Jun 15th, 2005, 03:24:31 PM
[OOC Note: For this I have chosen VNV Nation's "Colours Of Rain". Very nice piano track. A little haunting, perhaps.]
The appearance of aging had stopped years ago.
The days never seemed to end and the blood was always flowing. What appeared to be two feet in height and no more than twenty-six years in age was in fact much older though his actual age no longer remained known, even to him..age no longer mattered, and he knew it well that he could have become expendable. The likelihood was that he in fact had been, but his purpose had outlived the Emperor's existance in time. These days, he was much more knowledgeable and much more scarred than in his younger years. Phoenix Mars Whyte was still ever the hunter, ever the predator...but very changed.
First the Jedi went. Slayed...vanished, it seemed. He had been participatory in these happenings...in the hunting. After that, there had always been rumours as to some existance of their kind for some time, but they faded just as the simplicity of older days had passed. It was his job to investigate said rumours, any hunches that his Majesty may have had, and end any living truth to them.
Then those of the darker side who did not submit met the same fate. His guardian since the time of earliest memory, his father's cousin, Lucianus Lucifer Bane, was one. He had went by the name of Lord Shade, and met his end in the pits of Korriban, far from the corridors of his abode there on the hidden planet. Lucianus' refusal to ally with the forcefulness of the Emipire had meant he would no longer release another breath.
The fool. Stupidity has no bounds, it seems.
Mars frowned in his ponderings. His earliest teachings had come from that man...the knowledge of the Force. But the release to a realm of greater power in the Force had not. Power also held little importance to him, but the fact that it was there, at his beck and call and he knew it...well, it was useful. Though with the passing of the Emperor, Phoenix had spent much time in reflection on his service to the almighty one. His purpose had dwindled, but seeing as he was still in the land of the living, there must be other tasks that lay ahead of him... he still had a life to live. Today, he was caring for his weaponry, polishing it up, readying for another journey. He would have purpose again, to be sure. There was always a hunt. Always blood to be spilt.
Again he would begin a journey in the acquisition of knowledge. Bettering himself had always been key to the success of his services. Daily training and discipline. Focus, dedication. Today, he was caring for his weaponry, polishing it up, readying for another journey. He would have purpose again, to be sure. As he left this dark corner of the deepest edge of the outer rim, he held no regrets. He had caught whiff of life existing again on the place that had once been his home...it had seemed to be ions ago. There was a Sith enclave of sorts there. So to Korriban he would go, to his beginnings, return.
The appearance of aging had stopped years ago.
The days never seemed to end and the blood was always flowing. What appeared to be two feet in height and no more than twenty-six years in age was in fact much older though his actual age no longer remained known, even to him..age no longer mattered, and he knew it well that he could have become expendable. The likelihood was that he in fact had been, but his purpose had outlived the Emperor's existance in time. These days, he was much more knowledgeable and much more scarred than in his younger years. Phoenix Mars Whyte was still ever the hunter, ever the predator...but very changed.
First the Jedi went. Slayed...vanished, it seemed. He had been participatory in these happenings...in the hunting. After that, there had always been rumours as to some existance of their kind for some time, but they faded just as the simplicity of older days had passed. It was his job to investigate said rumours, any hunches that his Majesty may have had, and end any living truth to them.
Then those of the darker side who did not submit met the same fate. His guardian since the time of earliest memory, his father's cousin, Lucianus Lucifer Bane, was one. He had went by the name of Lord Shade, and met his end in the pits of Korriban, far from the corridors of his abode there on the hidden planet. Lucianus' refusal to ally with the forcefulness of the Emipire had meant he would no longer release another breath.
The fool. Stupidity has no bounds, it seems.
Mars frowned in his ponderings. His earliest teachings had come from that man...the knowledge of the Force. But the release to a realm of greater power in the Force had not. Power also held little importance to him, but the fact that it was there, at his beck and call and he knew it...well, it was useful. Though with the passing of the Emperor, Phoenix had spent much time in reflection on his service to the almighty one. His purpose had dwindled, but seeing as he was still in the land of the living, there must be other tasks that lay ahead of him... he still had a life to live. Today, he was caring for his weaponry, polishing it up, readying for another journey. He would have purpose again, to be sure. There was always a hunt. Always blood to be spilt.
Again he would begin a journey in the acquisition of knowledge. Bettering himself had always been key to the success of his services. Daily training and discipline. Focus, dedication. Today, he was caring for his weaponry, polishing it up, readying for another journey. He would have purpose again, to be sure. As he left this dark corner of the deepest edge of the outer rim, he held no regrets. He had caught whiff of life existing again on the place that had once been his home...it had seemed to be ions ago. There was a Sith enclave of sorts there. So to Korriban he would go, to his beginnings, return.