The orbiting sun beamed down on the not so young Padawan, as he sat with his legs crossed on the pavement which resided below him. His hands formed a small bridge, as he kept them interwined, allowing that which was the Force to flow through him, as he meditated. The eyes of the young Jedi were closed fiercely shut, as he attempted to find clarity...the clarity which was only a myth in this day and age. The locks of dreads which fell to his shoulders in length, marked him as a fierce lion. His mane began to blow in the open air, as his eyes popped open underneath a black hood, leaving them the only thing to be seen of his facial features. The crimson, violet, and yellow irises that he claimed were that of death, but it was never Ravus' disposition to kill anyone...without just cause. The Jedi Order frowned upon such things, and he wasn't about to be the one to break a rule, and end up shunned from what was now his only home.
Unfolding his leg, the Padawan drew in breath, as he pushed off his arms, allowing his legs to stretch out, bringing him to his full height. His jaw was clenched fiercely, as he threw the hood from his face, allowing his just features to be seen in full glory. Overlooking the city, was the small arena, one which wasn't often used for unknown reason. Obviously it was open, considering that the wind was blowing into his face, and hair. Taking a few steps forward, Ravus swung his arms behind him, as he allowed himself to drift into thought about the unknown. Was their more to the physical Force than he believed possible? Who knew...other than those who were now apart of it, which included his father.
Though his face made no visible change at the mention of his dead father, the Force became dense with the change in his frozen heart, though he quickly attempted to shut it out before his new Master arrived on the seen. As he anger raged, he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the tattoo's on his eyelids be seen, it read 'Fear Power'. Power hungriness lead to becoming a fallen loser...something in which he didn't wish to become. Moving his hands to the side of his sash, Ravus grabbed the black hilt, which was his lightsaber, as he held it within his left hand, waiting quietly for a few more moments, his Master wouldn't make him wait much longer, the Force said so.
Unfolding his leg, the Padawan drew in breath, as he pushed off his arms, allowing his legs to stretch out, bringing him to his full height. His jaw was clenched fiercely, as he threw the hood from his face, allowing his just features to be seen in full glory. Overlooking the city, was the small arena, one which wasn't often used for unknown reason. Obviously it was open, considering that the wind was blowing into his face, and hair. Taking a few steps forward, Ravus swung his arms behind him, as he allowed himself to drift into thought about the unknown. Was their more to the physical Force than he believed possible? Who knew...other than those who were now apart of it, which included his father.
Though his face made no visible change at the mention of his dead father, the Force became dense with the change in his frozen heart, though he quickly attempted to shut it out before his new Master arrived on the seen. As he anger raged, he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the tattoo's on his eyelids be seen, it read 'Fear Power'. Power hungriness lead to becoming a fallen loser...something in which he didn't wish to become. Moving his hands to the side of his sash, Ravus grabbed the black hilt, which was his lightsaber, as he held it within his left hand, waiting quietly for a few more moments, his Master wouldn't make him wait much longer, the Force said so.