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Brant Rayefird, a 21 year Dathomiri woman, with red-brown hair and cold emerald green eyes, enters the Black Hand. A dark shadow is felt in the Force wherever she goes. She is tall, and filled with a fury all her own...
"Members of the Black Hand. I have sought out a place where my temperament and anger are able to be used, without punishment. I request that you allow me to join."
(Email is Brant_Rayefird@hotmail.com)
Jeseth leaned against a wall just besides the main gates, once again awaiting the arrival of rain.
"If it is your anger which you wish to unleash, then the Sith would be a wiser choice."
The silence shattered at his words, but they pierced it smoothly... soothingly. His voice carried it's self into her mind like an a pleasant echo, finally fading into her conciousness.
The illusory image of a short, apelike dwarf appears in front of Bast's doors. ~ Deception speaks truly,~ Hob states. ~ For what reason would ye join the Black Hand over the Sith Empire?~