Through Passion I find Purpose,
Through Sadness I find Reflection,
Through Anger I find Resolve
Most of Saran's lavender skin was hidden beneath elegant silks of reds and blacks and accented by golden pieces of antiquated jewelry of the occult, his thick white locks had been pushed and tied into a sloppy, but elegant bun, the blush along his cheeks were faint, and the color of his lips had been glossed an off-shade of his own natural color. The Champion walked with the grace of a Sith who was not afraid of the unknown, nor the legacy which a place such as the academy had come to carry -- this would be the place he would truly begin his journey as a Sith.