3. Back in Black (Tyson recruit thread)
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05-16-2011, 12:28 AM
Tyson Lyons
Sith Disciple (recruit thread)
Tyson walks into registration area looking for anyone to help him join. He stood 6 foot tall with short black hair and red stripes. He was wearing a black leather coat and black jeans with a pair of black shoes.
" I wonder where they are" he walked along and rest his back on the wall as he closed his eyes. He felt around the room for anything coming his way, a hand on his slug-throwers, just in case.
***
05-16-2011, 06:37 PM
Evil
EVIL circled the man, standing at the top where the beams crossed one another along the ceiling. He studied him for a moment and then grinned his usual wide-toothed grin. This guy seemed to be a pretty boy by the looks of him...thinking he's something special or something.
Jumping down right in front of him, the clown then smiled and then said "Hello! What can I do ya for?"
***
05-16-2011, 07:42 PM
Tyson
He opened his eyes and smiled.
" I am here to be trained by the sith, to become death reincarnated and to hold power over life itself, the usual want of power"
he held his hand on his gun
" some of us are scary on the outside, but they are never as scary as the ones that are on the inside"
***
05-17-2011, 01:34 AM
Sahra Pritath
Sith Disciple
She had been heading out for her morning run when Sahra had seen Evil fall, or was it leap, from the rafters to land before a rather large brutish looking thug in the main entryway. As the man spoke of his demands, she laughed out loud and covered her mouth suddenly to stop the chortle. “Oh, my... we DO know what we want. Well I can tell you this from my own experience less than a week ago. That is an old and used up line. You will have to be more clever and precise to catch the eyes and ears of those around here.” She paused and leaned on the wall furthest from him. The lithe frame clad in tight workout suit that covered her forms in a flattering way was of the younger, middle age scale and her long ebony hair was bound back in a loose plait at her back. There was a dagger sheath strapped to her right calf just above her ankle and the way she moved may remind some of a predatory cat. Even standing, the lounging position she took was taut as if ready to spring, while still seeming nonchalant. Her piercing eyes were of an indeterminable color at this range, but he would not mistake the stare as something seductive and 'come hither'. It was more like her gaze was saying, “I wonder which of the deepest darkest things within this place will devour you first... and will I be permitted the chance to watch?”
The ex-Black Widow, turned Sith Disciple, sized the man up as she would have not so long ago when considering him as a 'mark'. But there were a few new ways to size a man up in her arsenal now and it was those new tricks she used now. Her head tipped slightly to the size as she felt for the Force around him and wondered a moment if his color was as dark as some around here....
… or merely desired to be.
Her voice dropped an octave as she added... “And some of us have no need to be scary... we just are what we are... which is scary enough.” Her mind, still untrained to remain shielded let slip “Like Evil here...” If Evil was listening, he would hear the words but also sense the soft mental shudder and the awe and respect within the simple phrase.
***
05-17-2011, 01:44 AM
Tyson
He saw her walk in and he smiled. He had wondered when someone else was coming here, and they finally came.
" I have not been scared in a long time, ever since when i was younger, but that is then, and this is now
He could remember the younger years of his life. The scars would be a reminder of him and his slavery and torture. It took him till he was 18 before he had the strength to free himself. He also had the blood of other slaves on his hands since he had to fight for life itself. His aura had a bit of a menacing feeling, as if a scar on his very soul. for hew had given up on happiness and lover many years ago.
***
05-17-2011, 02:12 AM
Sahra
She felt the prickle of him on her skin and rubbed her arms absently. She had once told someone that they were missing a piece of themselves. This one was different... he was whole... but not quite whole. She wouldn't have been able to explain it, but she knew it to be true somehow. “What happened to make you this way?” Her mind whispered in his direction.
Her lips moved with audibility of a different kind. “I am not saying I am here to scare you. Though I can tell you there are things within these walls and without that will certainly do so.” She had heard things in the night, deep in her thoughts. She was sure there was more than she had explored so far, but she was still a bit hesitant to explore those depths till she knew more of her home and her new family.
“And yes... this is now. So if you were told to think of another reason for being here... speak of the TRUE reason for being here... how different would your response be?” She looked down and swiftly buried her own dark past before it surfaced to her untrained open mind. When she looked back up, her dark eyes seemed to pierce straight to his scarred soul. “You have power... you are death incarnate... and if you didn't think so, there are other places you can gain those very titles.” She pressed her body away from the wall with a single small lunge using the Force training from Zeph's earlier lessons to bolster her balance and motions. She stalked towards him with almost liquid grace as she continued to speak. Each phrase punctuated by another step closer to Evil's back, who still stood between her and the newcomer. “Everyone wants to be the best..." left foot settled on the stone floor, "I used those words." Right foot slowly mirrored the first. "Everyone wants to bring swift and permanent death to others..." Chin rose in defiance and determination as her left foot once more fell silent to soon have her weight shifted to it, "Surely another in these walls has spoken thus." She stopped just out of arms reach of Evil's back, not wanting to intrude on the space of a person she had not met yet. “Dig deep, newcomer... admit the real reason you are here and nowhere else. Tell me why I should let you compete with me for the attentions of the Masters and Mentors here.” She never blinked, she never wavered. Size wise he would probably be able to break her in half with her hands. But she would see to it he never got the chance. She only wanted to know that those she may someday call ally, friend or even family, were worthy of the same Mentors she had to convince.
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05-16-2011, 12:28 AM
Tyson Lyons
Sith Disciple (recruit thread)
Tyson walks into registration area looking for anyone to help him join. He stood 6 foot tall with short black hair and red stripes. He was wearing a black leather coat and black jeans with a pair of black shoes.
" I wonder where they are" he walked along and rest his back on the wall as he closed his eyes. He felt around the room for anything coming his way, a hand on his slug-throwers, just in case.
***
05-16-2011, 06:37 PM
Evil
EVIL circled the man, standing at the top where the beams crossed one another along the ceiling. He studied him for a moment and then grinned his usual wide-toothed grin. This guy seemed to be a pretty boy by the looks of him...thinking he's something special or something.
Jumping down right in front of him, the clown then smiled and then said "Hello! What can I do ya for?"
***
05-16-2011, 07:42 PM
Tyson
He opened his eyes and smiled.
" I am here to be trained by the sith, to become death reincarnated and to hold power over life itself, the usual want of power"
he held his hand on his gun
" some of us are scary on the outside, but they are never as scary as the ones that are on the inside"
***
05-17-2011, 01:34 AM
Sahra Pritath
Sith Disciple
She had been heading out for her morning run when Sahra had seen Evil fall, or was it leap, from the rafters to land before a rather large brutish looking thug in the main entryway. As the man spoke of his demands, she laughed out loud and covered her mouth suddenly to stop the chortle. “Oh, my... we DO know what we want. Well I can tell you this from my own experience less than a week ago. That is an old and used up line. You will have to be more clever and precise to catch the eyes and ears of those around here.” She paused and leaned on the wall furthest from him. The lithe frame clad in tight workout suit that covered her forms in a flattering way was of the younger, middle age scale and her long ebony hair was bound back in a loose plait at her back. There was a dagger sheath strapped to her right calf just above her ankle and the way she moved may remind some of a predatory cat. Even standing, the lounging position she took was taut as if ready to spring, while still seeming nonchalant. Her piercing eyes were of an indeterminable color at this range, but he would not mistake the stare as something seductive and 'come hither'. It was more like her gaze was saying, “I wonder which of the deepest darkest things within this place will devour you first... and will I be permitted the chance to watch?”
The ex-Black Widow, turned Sith Disciple, sized the man up as she would have not so long ago when considering him as a 'mark'. But there were a few new ways to size a man up in her arsenal now and it was those new tricks she used now. Her head tipped slightly to the size as she felt for the Force around him and wondered a moment if his color was as dark as some around here....
… or merely desired to be.
Her voice dropped an octave as she added... “And some of us have no need to be scary... we just are what we are... which is scary enough.” Her mind, still untrained to remain shielded let slip “Like Evil here...” If Evil was listening, he would hear the words but also sense the soft mental shudder and the awe and respect within the simple phrase.
***
05-17-2011, 01:44 AM
Tyson
He saw her walk in and he smiled. He had wondered when someone else was coming here, and they finally came.
" I have not been scared in a long time, ever since when i was younger, but that is then, and this is now
He could remember the younger years of his life. The scars would be a reminder of him and his slavery and torture. It took him till he was 18 before he had the strength to free himself. He also had the blood of other slaves on his hands since he had to fight for life itself. His aura had a bit of a menacing feeling, as if a scar on his very soul. for hew had given up on happiness and lover many years ago.
***
05-17-2011, 02:12 AM
Sahra
She felt the prickle of him on her skin and rubbed her arms absently. She had once told someone that they were missing a piece of themselves. This one was different... he was whole... but not quite whole. She wouldn't have been able to explain it, but she knew it to be true somehow. “What happened to make you this way?” Her mind whispered in his direction.
Her lips moved with audibility of a different kind. “I am not saying I am here to scare you. Though I can tell you there are things within these walls and without that will certainly do so.” She had heard things in the night, deep in her thoughts. She was sure there was more than she had explored so far, but she was still a bit hesitant to explore those depths till she knew more of her home and her new family.
“And yes... this is now. So if you were told to think of another reason for being here... speak of the TRUE reason for being here... how different would your response be?” She looked down and swiftly buried her own dark past before it surfaced to her untrained open mind. When she looked back up, her dark eyes seemed to pierce straight to his scarred soul. “You have power... you are death incarnate... and if you didn't think so, there are other places you can gain those very titles.” She pressed her body away from the wall with a single small lunge using the Force training from Zeph's earlier lessons to bolster her balance and motions. She stalked towards him with almost liquid grace as she continued to speak. Each phrase punctuated by another step closer to Evil's back, who still stood between her and the newcomer. “Everyone wants to be the best..." left foot settled on the stone floor, "I used those words." Right foot slowly mirrored the first. "Everyone wants to bring swift and permanent death to others..." Chin rose in defiance and determination as her left foot once more fell silent to soon have her weight shifted to it, "Surely another in these walls has spoken thus." She stopped just out of arms reach of Evil's back, not wanting to intrude on the space of a person she had not met yet. “Dig deep, newcomer... admit the real reason you are here and nowhere else. Tell me why I should let you compete with me for the attentions of the Masters and Mentors here.” She never blinked, she never wavered. Size wise he would probably be able to break her in half with her hands. But she would see to it he never got the chance. She only wanted to know that those she may someday call ally, friend or even family, were worthy of the same Mentors she had to convince.