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"ANIMUS MANIFESTO"
Metaphysical Darkness
Age cures no amount of hate, betrayal, or loss. It is finally time. The Annals have been written. My hands have begun to reach out in abundance. They know not how many seek my retribution… the fools. No matter how many it takes, my children will outnumber them. The chaos will uproot them. They too will feel the sick decay within their hearts; death awaits them and their kind. The darkside touches their souls. I will have my revenge!
Evil in its own right, this declaration of hostility bears no similarity in purpose or means to any other faction or group. Secrecy is the tool of its Grandmaster, as his location is specifically unknown. He does not ally with any force in the galaxy: Jedi, Bogan, or any alike. Its members know not of each other. Each asset is kept focused only on killing their targets, believed to have been adopted into apprenticeship by a father figure. Each is sought out and trained, near or where they were found. As part of their training, members are allowed reading material of their adopter’s journal. In it is their teachings, and accounts of his jaded life. In this, they acquire their list in memory of whom and in what order they are to kill those who tainted the names of their Orders and ruined their Master’s life. In it, they learn why they must die and why they can never be one of them. All must suffer. To satisfy his thirst for revenge, the now trained (in some cases simply acquired) dark force user is to face each and every name therein through the ultimate face off of lightsaber combat. Life by death; either they die or their target does. Every member performs two types of missions: Search and Destroy. They are to find out everything possible about their targets and make ready the greatest location of success in which to end their enemy. And if any member fails or deviates from the path, their Pseudon will be watching; he will hunt them down and end them personally, every time. There is no choice of life, only choice of death.
The Hidden Truth: Having originally been sent away from the Jedi for his outward twisting into dark beliefs, he challenged his peers to prove his point of testing one’s darkness in order to best it as countless close to him have done before. Of course, the other Master’s refused. And so he would make them believe. He would force them to understand the why, and in so doing he bolstered his darkness and swung his saber against those he called friends. If they refused to fight back, then he would not be able to demonstrate such restraint; but they could no longer ignore him, not at death’s summons. So they defended themselves, better than this Master had wished; so ruining his ambitions and perfect demonstration. He lost himself in his raging anger that needed a reason to answer for those loved and lost and struck down one, then another; almost killing him. But, as quickly as he opened up the bodies to the Force, a swarm of Jedi quickly disarmed him thereafter. He was banished and refused his lightsaber. He was however forced to keep the shattered hilt belonging to the one he killed. With a curse of such a gift, it would remind him of his failure in solitude; keeping him, in the eyes of the High Council, from ever wishing to even think of creating another. It was also believed that he’d even lost the will to feel the force.
His deception was of cowardice and weakness, and would never be allowed to become common knowledge. Nevertheless, the haze of darkness clouded their vision and he sought power elsewhere, embarking on a journey that would never allow him to forget his failure: a failure that could only be rectified in blood. Seeking the darkness that he had encountered during his days with the Jedi, this Master sought places of the force that held significant darkside tendencies as well as the whispered locations of several hidden holocrons. And in so looking, he found those who would take him in. Taking the time to learn under a new Master, this man was taught what he had felt all along; empowering his darkness now, in the hopes of one day controlling it. His views had changed, as with his use of the Force. Where once he believed his darkness needed be in check, now he knew it too be used through control. Yet once again he was tricked by those he revered. The very Master that had taken him under his wing, that had understood his pain and sought to walk him through the darkness, had selfishly used him if only to escape his own death. In a duel against one of the Bogan, this man’s friend and Master kicked his back forcing him into the dark Crusader for the sake of a killing blow. Yet the dark one acted with a stabbing thrust of his saber into this man’s side, holding the limp yet only wounded body as a shield; forcing the Shade to miss with a tearing strike through his back. Thus, he yielded and fled, rather to still succeed in his mission.
It was destiny that had brought him that day. It was the strength of the force that fueled this man’s fire to go on. And it was this opportunity that the Crusader saw to take advantage of. And while he stayed with those of the Bogan, they never lied about their intensions for him. And so, he never lied to himself of his intensions. He never wished to become apart of them, only to use them and their knowledge. It was power he sought, through which he began his incredible design; a plan of a Master’s revenge upon all those who had wronged him, hurt those he loved, and put attempt on his life. And those within the Bogan held no exemption. He gathered an extending list even after joining these dark users, with the guise of taking on their cause. The Crusaders and Masters within held nothing back in using and abusing this Master as best they could, though he had grown strong. He was thought much weaker however, as he allowed much more than any other of the dark side could stand to take; all with the vigor of purpose to have the utmost satisfaction in victory over his hated enemies one day. And when the time came and he had learned all that he believed he needed, this now dark Master of the force slew his much weaker Master and disappeared without a trace. It was with his skill of diminishing his power in the force to those around him, that gave him the surprising advantage to quickly and easily dispatch of those in his path. He was done making acquaintances and avoiding murderous fools, elongating his list of betrayers. Now he was the one to make use of tools, expendable powers: unleashed dogs that would fight for the prize. There is no prize. Not in this life. Yet tools are useful, and so he will use with any means necessary to achieve his revenge.
Evil in its own right, this declaration of hostility bears no similarity in purpose or means to any other faction or group. Secrecy is the tool of its Grandmaster, as his location is specifically unknown. He does not ally with any force in the galaxy: Jedi, Bogan, or any alike. Its members know not of each other. Each asset is kept focused only on killing their targets, believed to have been adopted into apprenticeship by a father figure. Each is sought out and trained, near or where they were found. As part of their training, members are allowed reading material of their adopter’s journal. In it is their teachings, and accounts of his jaded life. In this, they acquire their list in memory of whom and in what order they are to kill those who tainted the names of their Orders and ruined their Master’s life. In it, they learn why they must die and why they can never be one of them. All must suffer. To satisfy his thirst for revenge, the now trained (in some cases simply acquired) dark force user is to face each and every name therein through the ultimate face off of lightsaber combat. Life by death; either they die or their target does. Every member performs two types of missions: Search and Destroy. They are to find out everything possible about their targets and make ready the greatest location of success in which to end their enemy. And if any member fails or deviates from the path, their Pseudon will be watching; he will hunt them down and end them personally, every time. There is no choice of life, only choice of death.
The Hidden Truth: Having originally been sent away from the Jedi for his outward twisting into dark beliefs, he challenged his peers to prove his point of testing one’s darkness in order to best it as countless close to him have done before. Of course, the other Master’s refused. And so he would make them believe. He would force them to understand the why, and in so doing he bolstered his darkness and swung his saber against those he called friends. If they refused to fight back, then he would not be able to demonstrate such restraint; but they could no longer ignore him, not at death’s summons. So they defended themselves, better than this Master had wished; so ruining his ambitions and perfect demonstration. He lost himself in his raging anger that needed a reason to answer for those loved and lost and struck down one, then another; almost killing him. But, as quickly as he opened up the bodies to the Force, a swarm of Jedi quickly disarmed him thereafter. He was banished and refused his lightsaber. He was however forced to keep the shattered hilt belonging to the one he killed. With a curse of such a gift, it would remind him of his failure in solitude; keeping him, in the eyes of the High Council, from ever wishing to even think of creating another. It was also believed that he’d even lost the will to feel the force.
His deception was of cowardice and weakness, and would never be allowed to become common knowledge. Nevertheless, the haze of darkness clouded their vision and he sought power elsewhere, embarking on a journey that would never allow him to forget his failure: a failure that could only be rectified in blood. Seeking the darkness that he had encountered during his days with the Jedi, this Master sought places of the force that held significant darkside tendencies as well as the whispered locations of several hidden holocrons. And in so looking, he found those who would take him in. Taking the time to learn under a new Master, this man was taught what he had felt all along; empowering his darkness now, in the hopes of one day controlling it. His views had changed, as with his use of the Force. Where once he believed his darkness needed be in check, now he knew it too be used through control. Yet once again he was tricked by those he revered. The very Master that had taken him under his wing, that had understood his pain and sought to walk him through the darkness, had selfishly used him if only to escape his own death. In a duel against one of the Bogan, this man’s friend and Master kicked his back forcing him into the dark Crusader for the sake of a killing blow. Yet the dark one acted with a stabbing thrust of his saber into this man’s side, holding the limp yet only wounded body as a shield; forcing the Shade to miss with a tearing strike through his back. Thus, he yielded and fled, rather to still succeed in his mission.
It was destiny that had brought him that day. It was the strength of the force that fueled this man’s fire to go on. And it was this opportunity that the Crusader saw to take advantage of. And while he stayed with those of the Bogan, they never lied about their intensions for him. And so, he never lied to himself of his intensions. He never wished to become apart of them, only to use them and their knowledge. It was power he sought, through which he began his incredible design; a plan of a Master’s revenge upon all those who had wronged him, hurt those he loved, and put attempt on his life. And those within the Bogan held no exemption. He gathered an extending list even after joining these dark users, with the guise of taking on their cause. The Crusaders and Masters within held nothing back in using and abusing this Master as best they could, though he had grown strong. He was thought much weaker however, as he allowed much more than any other of the dark side could stand to take; all with the vigor of purpose to have the utmost satisfaction in victory over his hated enemies one day. And when the time came and he had learned all that he believed he needed, this now dark Master of the force slew his much weaker Master and disappeared without a trace. It was with his skill of diminishing his power in the force to those around him, that gave him the surprising advantage to quickly and easily dispatch of those in his path. He was done making acquaintances and avoiding murderous fools, elongating his list of betrayers. Now he was the one to make use of tools, expendable powers: unleashed dogs that would fight for the prize. There is no prize. Not in this life. Yet tools are useful, and so he will use with any means necessary to achieve his revenge.
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"Where one falls, another shall take his place..."
PHILOSOPHY:
…emotion is war
…knowledge craves conflict
…passion gives purpose
…harmony holds no sway
…life through death
…Death is the only outcome.
"Where one falls, another shall take his place..."
PHILOSOPHY:
…emotion is war
…knowledge craves conflict
…passion gives purpose
…harmony holds no sway
…life through death
…Death is the only outcome.
I. Emotion is raw infallible truth, and until you concede to your warring nature you will never prevail.
II. Knowledge can be touched, but never truly felt until fully applied. You will only understand the how and the why after experiencing its alter-ego’s push for dominance.
III. Passion fuels those who seek an end, while those who idly pass through peace do not fully exist. The storm rages most harshly in its most focused outbursts.
IV. Harmony only succeeds in preventing and deluding your goal. Social accord and conformity argues only emptiness, as every side holds weakness to be used against one another. It is in solitude that one holds no weaknesses.
V. Life holds only one purpose, and that is the death’s of those by your hand or your own death in failure. Death is inevitable.
II. Knowledge can be touched, but never truly felt until fully applied. You will only understand the how and the why after experiencing its alter-ego’s push for dominance.
III. Passion fuels those who seek an end, while those who idly pass through peace do not fully exist. The storm rages most harshly in its most focused outbursts.
IV. Harmony only succeeds in preventing and deluding your goal. Social accord and conformity argues only emptiness, as every side holds weakness to be used against one another. It is in solitude that one holds no weaknesses.
V. Life holds only one purpose, and that is the death’s of those by your hand or your own death in failure. Death is inevitable.
TIERS:
Pseudon
The father, leader, and Grandmaster of all members, whose only aim is vengeance.
‘Ledo’, Pseudon (Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion)
Chronicler
A master level member, who has succeeded in killing their first three training kills as well as the current number ten slot.
Writhe
A crusader level member, who has been initiated after succeeding in their first training kill.
Apostate
A traitor who has yet to be trained or lacks the touch of the force, but has killed in the name of their Pseudon.
The father, leader, and Grandmaster of all members, whose only aim is vengeance.
‘Ledo’, Pseudon (Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion)
Chronicler
A master level member, who has succeeded in killing their first three training kills as well as the current number ten slot.
Writhe
A crusader level member, who has been initiated after succeeding in their first training kill.
Apostate
A traitor who has yet to be trained or lacks the touch of the force, but has killed in the name of their Pseudon.
Current Pseudon, "Ledo" (Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion) :
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THE ANNALS:
Documents, containing the accounts of years passed, including the names (theoretically memorized, so not to fall into the wrong hands) of ones who’ve acted out of spite and taken side against his “Ledo”. Vague historical references and mission accounts, reasoning the rulings of those charged and judging those condemned. Some more less deserving than others, are any used in connection to those names; be they padawans, acquaintances, teachers, or overseers who allowed such insolence. They will be used to wound and open the never filling void within. Such is the pain of life, there granting death. Here are their marks:
Documents, containing the accounts of years passed, including the names (theoretically memorized, so not to fall into the wrong hands) of ones who’ve acted out of spite and taken side against his “Ledo”. Vague historical references and mission accounts, reasoning the rulings of those charged and judging those condemned. Some more less deserving than others, are any used in connection to those names; be they padawans, acquaintances, teachers, or overseers who allowed such insolence. They will be used to wound and open the never filling void within. Such is the pain of life, there granting death. Here are their marks:
Life in Death:
Those who have served his ‘Ledo’ will fuel his power. Their essence shall not be wasted by a deity, but shall continue to serve his ‘Ledo’s’ will in the absence of the aftermath.
Those who have served his ‘Ledo’ will fuel his power. Their essence shall not be wasted by a deity, but shall continue to serve his ‘Ledo’s’ will in the absence of the aftermath.
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