Blaze's facial expression encompassed his face as he grinned excitedly. It was going to be a show no matter where I took place. He cared little for bystanders and the rule of law. He was Sith after all, and as much as he loathed exertion and preferred using as little effort as possible, there...
Blaze stared blankly at Theia after she spoke, Who was she? Did her destiny hold any real substance to him? He didn't know. He didn't care. Her companion, however, was a relative matter. As a learned man, Blaze knew a little bit about his people, their culture, and their ways. It had always been...
Blaze stood there as he watched the Acolyte begin to walk away wearily with caution, but not without notice. The memories of the social flowed back into his mind and the being came to be remembered. Warrior caste Pureblood, Acolyte, potential and yet, unrefined. He wasn't for delicate pallets...
For someone such as Blaze, Korriban was as it was for most spacers; a desert planet with very little for show or to do, a recluse for eighty percent of the Order. But the difference was in the why. For Blaze preferred the road less traveled, a means of avoiding the masses, and to live in what he...
Fashionably late as he was, Blaze strolled into the Sith Social just as others were wheeled out. "Perfect." He thought to himself, adjusting his sports jacket with a sharp graceful tug and rotating his shoulders for a tight fit. Mascara lined his eyes per the usual, and his nails were a deep...
Go Team Beekmonkey!
Blaze strolled into the observatory with wearily weighted eyes and casually covered his yawn as he looked around the stadium and then to the combatants below. Seighter was at his usual perch, his photocepter routinely surveying the outlay and running in real time a facial...