Suffering, to achieve man's greatest strength.
Enduring, to register unseen horrors.
Fear, man's greatest ally.
Enduring, to register unseen horrors.
Fear, man's greatest ally.
Life, humanity, and peace, is not seen when staring upon my cold, broken body, but yet, I have never felt so alive, so complex, and so destructible, I am fear, I am death. No human, and non-human being has ever looked upon my body and felt happiness. My eyes were gouged, and whats left of my human body has been tortured and torn to pieces, this is why I will not very often venture about my homeworld; Coruscant, without my dark robe on. Sheathing my body from the world, for I do not wish to draw attention, my mind wishes for my body to venture only in the darkness, for that is where my mind and my body unite to hunt the weak.
There is little about myself that I truly understand and acknowledge, for; I was reborn anew. I never understood the connections I shared with the Force, untill it gave me life. Cast down and broken, my allies had turned against me, in order for them to become as what they see stronger, but there actions only made me stronger. They made me this way, torturing my body, and shattering my mind, my identity went through excrutiating torment and seering pain, there was nothing left of this man that stands before you. My body was cast down like a rag-doll, lifeless.
Moments later, after my allies had fled, I was reborn. The Force had given life out of destruction and death. The darkness had brought me vision, and power, for the darkness, had caroused my body like a blanket, filling my soul with vengeance on life itself, and the Force. My savour, had become my worst enemy, my own will shall be my only ally in the darkness that is to come. Life had never been the same, my tortured body has yet to heal, although the mind which controls my body has only become stronger and stronger each day. Pain had become humorous, destruction had become a necessity, and death was now a game. Every day, the wounds dig deeper and deeper into my skin, and it only makes me stronger, the pain that comes from my body has become a memory of my past, for it is my will, my mind, and the Force which carries my body now.
The darkness, is where my identity excels, for I am a creation of the darkness. This is where I prey on the weak, the helpless, and my enemies. I draw my prey to places filled with dark power. Lurking amongst the shadows, some would consider me an assassin, but I do not, I see only a savour when I look in the mirror... My primary hunt: the Jedi. Their passion and serenity only infuriates me, it sets me in a state of rage that can only be broken by pain and suffering. Life is a lie, there is only truth in death. My mission will never be completed, until I accomplish my reason for existence... The death of the Force.
It's complex, how I hunt my prey. Tactics involving luring in targets to places of advantage, traps, and simple but deadly, blasters and melee weapons. My favourite of them all; a single bladed axe. After the death of each enemy, it has become a ritual, to gouge the eyes of the fallen, and take them as a trophy for victory. Now, I spend most of my days lurking in the dark places of the Galaxy, hoping to achieve my first step of my mission, the death and destruction, of the Jedi...
There is little about myself that I truly understand and acknowledge, for; I was reborn anew. I never understood the connections I shared with the Force, untill it gave me life. Cast down and broken, my allies had turned against me, in order for them to become as what they see stronger, but there actions only made me stronger. They made me this way, torturing my body, and shattering my mind, my identity went through excrutiating torment and seering pain, there was nothing left of this man that stands before you. My body was cast down like a rag-doll, lifeless.
Moments later, after my allies had fled, I was reborn. The Force had given life out of destruction and death. The darkness had brought me vision, and power, for the darkness, had caroused my body like a blanket, filling my soul with vengeance on life itself, and the Force. My savour, had become my worst enemy, my own will shall be my only ally in the darkness that is to come. Life had never been the same, my tortured body has yet to heal, although the mind which controls my body has only become stronger and stronger each day. Pain had become humorous, destruction had become a necessity, and death was now a game. Every day, the wounds dig deeper and deeper into my skin, and it only makes me stronger, the pain that comes from my body has become a memory of my past, for it is my will, my mind, and the Force which carries my body now.
The darkness, is where my identity excels, for I am a creation of the darkness. This is where I prey on the weak, the helpless, and my enemies. I draw my prey to places filled with dark power. Lurking amongst the shadows, some would consider me an assassin, but I do not, I see only a savour when I look in the mirror... My primary hunt: the Jedi. Their passion and serenity only infuriates me, it sets me in a state of rage that can only be broken by pain and suffering. Life is a lie, there is only truth in death. My mission will never be completed, until I accomplish my reason for existence... The death of the Force.
It's complex, how I hunt my prey. Tactics involving luring in targets to places of advantage, traps, and simple but deadly, blasters and melee weapons. My favourite of them all; a single bladed axe. After the death of each enemy, it has become a ritual, to gouge the eyes of the fallen, and take them as a trophy for victory. Now, I spend most of my days lurking in the dark places of the Galaxy, hoping to achieve my first step of my mission, the death and destruction, of the Jedi...
I will find you... I will hunt you... Like the animals you are...
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