Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 9, 2013 17:26:55 GMT -8
Date Started: June 29, 2008
Date of Last Sign In: August 07, 2010
Lord Azrael was one of the founders of the Vegemite Sith Enclave where he served as Big Wheel of the Faction. A well known enemy of the Jedi and all practitioners of Jedi arts, Azrael was commonly at the side of The Warriors of the Iron Fists, The Dark Jedi Order and the Xendorian Guard in countless battles and wars. Lord Azrael was also instrumental in starting strife against the Emerald Order and earned himself a foe in Jedi Master Benye Cali as a result of it.
deep in the heart of the temple az rests, with his legs folded beneath him, in his lap rests a strange looking ornate dagger and a pot of what appears to be ink
naked barring for a simple loin cloth, azraels muscles gleam in the eerie light cast by the intricate designs that cover every surface barring the center of the room where he now waits
allowing the force to fill him completely he waits, feelings of hunger and lust for power flow through him and fuel the darkside which only serves to further increase his strength
tapping into the temples focus he reaches for the unusual needle like blade that rests on his lap, dipping the point into the ink he begins to scratch runes into his left thigh
pain erupts within him and he channels the discomfort into his building rage allowing what would otherwise have been a weakness become his strength
for each line of the complex runes and sigil he carves into his own flesh he channels a small flow of the force to physically close the wound forcing the ink to become trapped and creating perfectly smooth tattoos which take on a strange blue/black shade
for long hours this continues, azrael allows the force to guide his movements, not designing the patterns himself but allowing the force to design them for what must be done
soon the room is filled with the aromas of blood mixed with the vegetative aroma of the ink produced from plants native to these jungles along with the smell of sweat which pours off azrael in long rivulets
naked barring for a simple loin cloth, azraels muscles gleam in the eerie light cast by the intricate designs that cover every surface barring the center of the room where he now waits
allowing the force to fill him completely he waits, feelings of hunger and lust for power flow through him and fuel the darkside which only serves to further increase his strength
tapping into the temples focus he reaches for the unusual needle like blade that rests on his lap, dipping the point into the ink he begins to scratch runes into his left thigh
pain erupts within him and he channels the discomfort into his building rage allowing what would otherwise have been a weakness become his strength
for each line of the complex runes and sigil he carves into his own flesh he channels a small flow of the force to physically close the wound forcing the ink to become trapped and creating perfectly smooth tattoos which take on a strange blue/black shade
for long hours this continues, azrael allows the force to guide his movements, not designing the patterns himself but allowing the force to design them for what must be done
soon the room is filled with the aromas of blood mixed with the vegetative aroma of the ink produced from plants native to these jungles along with the smell of sweat which pours off azrael in long rivulets