Ket Van Derveld
Jul 11th, 2004, 11:19:49 PM
The shadowed figure walked into the middle of the great hall, black robes covering him from head to toe. He merely stood there, and spoke only few words.
"I have returned."
Yes...indeed...he had come back home. After much trial and tribulation, after near death and memory loss, after being used in the worst ways for others gain, taken advantage of, he had finaly regained himself. He again was himself. A Sith Knight...but in rank only. After all the years, after all the hardship, his power matched almost any Sith Lord here. And those here who knew him would know as such. It wasn;t that he was being pompus, nor was his humble. He just knew for a fact he had grown much since he last was here.
"I implore those here to heed my words. I was ripped from my own existance, thrust into something I had no control over. But I have fought, I have killed and maimed, and I have sought. Now I have had those very thoughts, my knowledge and emotion given back."
He removed his hood, and looked out to those he had come to respect, tot hose he called friend, and to those who never met him before this day. Spiked blonde hair, 6 inches tall but falling to the side a tad, deep blue eyes, darkened and hardened, the burden of a thousand men over in those pools of saphire.
"My name is Ket Van Derveld, and I have come to stay. I ask that the Order would allow me to continue my study under it's expert wisdom and guidance. I would ask that the Order let me continue to serve it as I have in times past."
(OOC: my computer went haywire, and I have been offline for almost a year. IRL, the family is pretty poor, myself included, and only now do I have the means to stay. I am sorry my departure was abrupt, but I could do nothing about it. Thankfully, I saved...got me a Dell. lol. )
"I have returned."
Yes...indeed...he had come back home. After much trial and tribulation, after near death and memory loss, after being used in the worst ways for others gain, taken advantage of, he had finaly regained himself. He again was himself. A Sith Knight...but in rank only. After all the years, after all the hardship, his power matched almost any Sith Lord here. And those here who knew him would know as such. It wasn;t that he was being pompus, nor was his humble. He just knew for a fact he had grown much since he last was here.
"I implore those here to heed my words. I was ripped from my own existance, thrust into something I had no control over. But I have fought, I have killed and maimed, and I have sought. Now I have had those very thoughts, my knowledge and emotion given back."
He removed his hood, and looked out to those he had come to respect, tot hose he called friend, and to those who never met him before this day. Spiked blonde hair, 6 inches tall but falling to the side a tad, deep blue eyes, darkened and hardened, the burden of a thousand men over in those pools of saphire.
"My name is Ket Van Derveld, and I have come to stay. I ask that the Order would allow me to continue my study under it's expert wisdom and guidance. I would ask that the Order let me continue to serve it as I have in times past."
(OOC: my computer went haywire, and I have been offline for almost a year. IRL, the family is pretty poor, myself included, and only now do I have the means to stay. I am sorry my departure was abrupt, but I could do nothing about it. Thankfully, I saved...got me a Dell. lol. )