Arador Drakar
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Sep 6, 2018
- Messages
- 96
- Reaction score
- 26
Death Disabled / Maim enabled PVP.
Feeling the gentle Tanaab breeze as he stepped out from the shuttle onto the landing platform. The now fifteen year old had changed a lot. Not just the feeling of being paranoid for a reason he did not know. Well he knows just not the whole reason. But his appearance has changed a lot since he had been ripped from Alek Varsan's side. The teenager had grown his hair out and his outfit had a militaristic feel to it.
But one big change is that he is no longer the energetic teenager he had been before his kidnapping at the hands of Onyge, his two partners and capture at the hands of the War Master Kalladrrl. No now if someone from his past are to come across him he may appear the same. But he is not the same. One who is force sensitive may even detect the dark shadow that has embraced him the moment he was kidnapped and taken to Korriban.
After running away from Onyge and his comrades, the teenager mistakenly fled deeper into the Sith territory instead of heading out like he thought he was. At the time he was just desprite to get as far away as possible so he can recover from the whole ordeal. Just to get captured again. Just to endure far worse at the War Master's hands. The boy has no idea why the Sith Master left him alive. He didn't even know what was done to him. He had some memory of what had happened, but naturally his mind did it's best to block the painful, traumatic thoughts.
Walking out of the space port the teenager had no aid to help him see except for the force. Of course now after the whole ordeal his strength within the force has grown substantially. Enough that if he was a Sith he would he boasting about it. But Arador is not the boasting type at all.
Walking out of the town, Arador followed a trail until it led him deep into a large hill covered with trees. When deep enough, Arador came to a stop. Taking a deep breath the teenager calmed himself as he listened to the tree leaves and branches swaying in the breeze. At first he felt at peace, but then the feeling of being watched settled in as he picked up on the signature of someone following him.
@One For Sorrow
Feeling the gentle Tanaab breeze as he stepped out from the shuttle onto the landing platform. The now fifteen year old had changed a lot. Not just the feeling of being paranoid for a reason he did not know. Well he knows just not the whole reason. But his appearance has changed a lot since he had been ripped from Alek Varsan's side. The teenager had grown his hair out and his outfit had a militaristic feel to it.
But one big change is that he is no longer the energetic teenager he had been before his kidnapping at the hands of Onyge, his two partners and capture at the hands of the War Master Kalladrrl. No now if someone from his past are to come across him he may appear the same. But he is not the same. One who is force sensitive may even detect the dark shadow that has embraced him the moment he was kidnapped and taken to Korriban.
After running away from Onyge and his comrades, the teenager mistakenly fled deeper into the Sith territory instead of heading out like he thought he was. At the time he was just desprite to get as far away as possible so he can recover from the whole ordeal. Just to get captured again. Just to endure far worse at the War Master's hands. The boy has no idea why the Sith Master left him alive. He didn't even know what was done to him. He had some memory of what had happened, but naturally his mind did it's best to block the painful, traumatic thoughts.
Walking out of the space port the teenager had no aid to help him see except for the force. Of course now after the whole ordeal his strength within the force has grown substantially. Enough that if he was a Sith he would he boasting about it. But Arador is not the boasting type at all.
Walking out of the town, Arador followed a trail until it led him deep into a large hill covered with trees. When deep enough, Arador came to a stop. Taking a deep breath the teenager calmed himself as he listened to the tree leaves and branches swaying in the breeze. At first he felt at peace, but then the feeling of being watched settled in as he picked up on the signature of someone following him.
@One For Sorrow