- Dec 7, 2005
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"I am neither the Jedi named SIN nor the Sith Lord Invidius. I am the Sith Lord without a name. I am Sinvidius."
- On self-titling as Dark Lord of the Sith
Meeting Darth Sinvidius is one of the most terrifying experiences one will ever... experience. His voice is like the voice of Death, but if Death was really pissed off. Imagine Death, but if Death were like double Death. Imagine Death, if Death had ordered a Sundae and only gotten one scoop even though Death was clearly promised two scoops and it was on a brightly colored flier.
His steps make the earth quake --but he's not fat if that's what you're implying.
Born into lavish poverty, in Space Dickensian Coruscant, Darth Sinvidius knew only the cruel love of two drunk gypsy step-parents. His first taste of cruelty came when his pet Coruscanti Waste Wombat Jeffrey was run over by a drunk Jedi on a speeder.
His rage taking control of his blood and his blood taking control of his rage, Sinvidius raged at the Jedi, but Sinvidius was still an innocent monster and spared the Jedi when he was about to immolate him. Despite his best efforts, the Jedi was let off on a technicality in local traffic court, though Sinvidius' powers grabbed the notice of Jedi Grandmaster Ebberla Daw and he was inducted into padawanship.
He rapidly rose through the Order, becoming known for his knowledge of the obscure, and his obscure knowledge. But rage and tragedy or ragedy struck, as Sinvidius was assigned to the same Jedi who struck down his beloved pet. Still, he bided his time and willed away his rage into the Force, for he was as kind as the tide, and as unrelenting as the waves in a sea of rage.
In time, he forgave his drunken master. But destiny would have him spill blood. On a mission as a Knight with the self-same master, they stumbled into a cenacle of awesome Sith secrets, almost like a Sith frat.
Like a moth drawn to a sexy-moth he poked his finger on the spindle of a spinning holocron, and was suffused with the memories of the powerful Sith Lord Darth Invidius. But as he stumbled, the Dark Side bile coursing through his blood, he pricked his finger on another conveniently located holocron, containing the soul-memory of the dread lord SIN.
As the three personalities contested for power, they merged, sinuously. Sensuously. Synergy...aly.
And as they merged, they become a being of concentrated pure hatred of hatred and purity. Their brown eyes, lately so brown like an overripe banana or two chocolate labradors carousing around an overripe banana became the deepest red, so red, that prostitutes set up a district around him.
It was like two chocolate labs painted red, fighting over a red banana.
He turned, and the combined might of centuries of Dark Side expertise, flayed the very soul of his drunken master, and consumed his essence.
"YOUR SOUL IS MINE!"
And then, the silence and the sound and fury of revenge served cold or perhaps lukewarm with poached fish on the side.
Now Darth Sinvidius travels the galaxy, looking to join an alliance, perhaps a DARK ALLIANCE which might restore his glory and his birthright as RULER OF ALL THE GALAXY.
Look upon his works ye mighty and despair.