Post by Validus on Feb 7, 2006 12:49:25 GMT -5
‘Ahh…’ murmured Darth Validus as he exhales a soft breath as his feet pad gently upon the sandy planes of Korriban, out of the Sith Academy. His eyes clothes as he takes a few deep breathes in-and-out. He was like an addict, the unclean, filthy rotting air that was all over the lands of darkness. He had become accustomed to it; and when he went to other lands and took within his lungs some form of air that did not corrupt your lungs he felt oddly out of place. He tries to not same to much time within the confines of the Sith Academy, where the air where purified and pestering, annoying children asked him to teach them the mastery of the Dark Side brimming with fear that overflowed from within them. None had yet impressed the being of darkness.
The cloak that he had donned wafts backwards as a powerful gust of wind thumps upon the closed doors of the Sith academy, the dark stone doors and their immense knockers; that where shaped from marble in the form of a gargoyle lay, unshifting. The colour of the cloak was a faded black, so that it appears to almost be a grey tint as it ripples on his shoulders as the winds swishes past once more. The sleeves of the robe had been torn off by the jaws of one of the many vicious animals that stalk the lands of Korriban, for once the prey if a Sith would decide it to be.
His arms that are bare from the lack of sleeves have the many curves and contours of any arm that is ripped with muscles, near the top part of each arm are some tattooing. The tattoos are in a black colourings and are multiple lines, thin and wide overlapping into a pattern that continued into his robes. The winds rush back again, and open up therobes for a split second to allow grains of sand to be unceremoniously chucked upon the gentle folds of the black tunic he wears underneath. As this happens his arms unfurl from be crossed and he sharply turns around and opens the door and enters the hollow caverns of the Sith Academy once again.
He has a sharp direct stride as the robe flails back and his arm swing in metronome like fashion as the Sith Knight’s tall dark boots, that glisten from the effects of some polish click on the cold tiling of this architectural structure. At this speed the hood of the cloak is flung backwards to reveal the head of Sith Knight Validus. The hair has been shaved from his head to allow the tattooing of tribal markings once again, again, like on his arms it is black jagged markings on the sides of his head. The weapons hanging by his side also swing as he walks across the corridor in the Sith Academy, he has one on each side of his utility belt. On his right side is a normal silver lightsaber handle with the usual toggles and switches, gently garnished off by three golden bands looping around the bottom of the hilt. The handle on his left is a legendary ‘sithstaff’, this dual-bladed weapon allows more hits per-swing and is clearly more technoligal advance then the other. It is a deep red colour, with no switches to it. Suggesting it was activated by mental impulses sent by Validu’s distinct mental patterning.
The cloak that he had donned wafts backwards as a powerful gust of wind thumps upon the closed doors of the Sith academy, the dark stone doors and their immense knockers; that where shaped from marble in the form of a gargoyle lay, unshifting. The colour of the cloak was a faded black, so that it appears to almost be a grey tint as it ripples on his shoulders as the winds swishes past once more. The sleeves of the robe had been torn off by the jaws of one of the many vicious animals that stalk the lands of Korriban, for once the prey if a Sith would decide it to be.
His arms that are bare from the lack of sleeves have the many curves and contours of any arm that is ripped with muscles, near the top part of each arm are some tattooing. The tattoos are in a black colourings and are multiple lines, thin and wide overlapping into a pattern that continued into his robes. The winds rush back again, and open up therobes for a split second to allow grains of sand to be unceremoniously chucked upon the gentle folds of the black tunic he wears underneath. As this happens his arms unfurl from be crossed and he sharply turns around and opens the door and enters the hollow caverns of the Sith Academy once again.
He has a sharp direct stride as the robe flails back and his arm swing in metronome like fashion as the Sith Knight’s tall dark boots, that glisten from the effects of some polish click on the cold tiling of this architectural structure. At this speed the hood of the cloak is flung backwards to reveal the head of Sith Knight Validus. The hair has been shaved from his head to allow the tattooing of tribal markings once again, again, like on his arms it is black jagged markings on the sides of his head. The weapons hanging by his side also swing as he walks across the corridor in the Sith Academy, he has one on each side of his utility belt. On his right side is a normal silver lightsaber handle with the usual toggles and switches, gently garnished off by three golden bands looping around the bottom of the hilt. The handle on his left is a legendary ‘sithstaff’, this dual-bladed weapon allows more hits per-swing and is clearly more technoligal advance then the other. It is a deep red colour, with no switches to it. Suggesting it was activated by mental impulses sent by Validu’s distinct mental patterning.
