Recent content by Castor Azari

Castor continued to advance on the Jedi in the hopes that she would crumble under the pressure of the duel and make a fatal error and yet despite her inferiority she had managed to keep herself alive this far. He was stronger than her both physically and through the Force, or so he believed as...

It should have been easy. It should have all been over by now, the threat eliminated and the secret of the Sith secured but the Jedi wanted to put up a fight. They were weak but they were courageous and on some level he could respect that but he could not respect their beliefs and their...

Castor tightened his grip and then held it steady, waiting at least for her to pass out so that he could kill her that way. He had never killed anyone using Force choke before but the feeling of the Dark side rushing through him was exhilarating and only spurred him on and fuelled by rage...

The newcomer chose not to heed his warning and instead pressed on with the matter which irritated Castor but she would soon learn of her mistake at her own detriment. With the realisation that if the young woman were to figure out any more about him then she could relay it onto the Jedi Order...

Joining the Sith Eternal had given Castor the drive he needed to make something more of himself and in doing so he had immersed himself into the role he had adopted, fully committing to the Order, their goals and beliefs. Partly because of his desire for respect from peers but also because of...

Castor knew when to drop a matter and now was one of those times, he didn't need sensitivity to the force to be able to sense the irritation radiating from Alana. He remembered how he had felt like she had and although he didn't want to empathise nor did he particularly care about her feelings...

Alana seemed irritated at the mention of her force sensitivity and he couldn't say he blamed her, he had never been particularly fond of the quality in himself until he learned of the power he could achieve through the dark side of the force. His parents had been right to be afraid, they could...

Castor smiled at Alana as she joined him at the bar and ordered himself another drink, leaning on the bar with one arm so he could turn to face the woman that had intrigued him so. She was likely sizing him up, both visually and through the force which was to be expected, he didn't trust her yet...

Admittedly, gaining the level of concentration needed to reliably use force sense after a handful of drinks was proving to be difficult and it didn't help that the white haired woman's mind seemed cloudy at best so she was near impossible to read. Still, he wasn't in it for the money so he...

Castor was intrigued by the presence of another force sensitive but was not going to pursue the woman for that matter alone, no, if he were to show interest in her for any reason it would be because she was the most attractive person at the table. It wasn't in his nature to live and let live but...

The freedom Castor had acquired over the last couple of years had brought him great happiness, or at least what he perceived to be happiness, but he was definitely uncertain about how to use his newfound freedom as he often ended up on mindless hedonistic pursuits, as he was now. He had a place...