Enigma Celes
Nov 3rd, 2002, 05:22:04 PM
There was a time when joining an Order would be scoffed upon; a time when a woman's place was at home tending to the children and husband.
She had left that time.
After her unusual feeding habits had been discovered, her village in Tattoine had tried to burn her at stake. It was by some unseen force that had loosened the cloth bindings that held her to the wooden pole and she was able to escape the sufficating hay - away from the village.
After a year or so of being a nomad, Enigma had been accepted into a clan of gypsies and entertained passer byes with simple parlor tricks for a living. It was when they all retired for a day or two that they practiced with swords and daggers, teaching her how to properly skin an animal ... or human.
Now she was here, inside the great walls of the Sith Order. It taken some time to pinpoint their exact location on Corellia, but patience was a virtue.
Wrapping the black cloak around her trembling body, she clutched it tightly while looking around. It was dark, and being a human, her eyes didn't enable her to see quite as well as she would've liked. She could, however, make out the ancient Sith writings on the wall. They were so beautiful that she yearned to run her fingers over them and feel the power surge through her body.
The Sith would teach her many things, including how to harness her anger and lash out with it appropriately. Something the Gypsies couldn't do - especially since they were dead now. Killed by her.
"Hello?"
She had left that time.
After her unusual feeding habits had been discovered, her village in Tattoine had tried to burn her at stake. It was by some unseen force that had loosened the cloth bindings that held her to the wooden pole and she was able to escape the sufficating hay - away from the village.
After a year or so of being a nomad, Enigma had been accepted into a clan of gypsies and entertained passer byes with simple parlor tricks for a living. It was when they all retired for a day or two that they practiced with swords and daggers, teaching her how to properly skin an animal ... or human.
Now she was here, inside the great walls of the Sith Order. It taken some time to pinpoint their exact location on Corellia, but patience was a virtue.
Wrapping the black cloak around her trembling body, she clutched it tightly while looking around. It was dark, and being a human, her eyes didn't enable her to see quite as well as she would've liked. She could, however, make out the ancient Sith writings on the wall. They were so beautiful that she yearned to run her fingers over them and feel the power surge through her body.
The Sith would teach her many things, including how to harness her anger and lash out with it appropriately. Something the Gypsies couldn't do - especially since they were dead now. Killed by her.
"Hello?"