Master and God.

[Julias Tannaras]

Planet- Brentaal
Location- The Private Estates of Julias Tannaras
Date; Year 15 of the Galact Republic's Refounding, 523 after the conquest of Andraste
Twelfth Month, Third Week, Second Day.
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It was a pleasant thing, waking like this. The childhood laughter he himself had long ago once known, and had come to remember over the years.

To be called father, to be called husband, to be loved.

It had turned out that these things were fulfilling, in their own way. They were not what many had said- completely life changing, something that everyone had to do.

It had been his choice. A choice he had made with no implications, no duties. Not to his family name, not for some higher plan, especially not to drain the lives from his children or take their bodies as vessels to live for several thousand years as the one true dark lord of the Sith.

No. Such ideas had long since faded- and the last one he didn't even think was possible, it felt so childishly evil as to be like a bed time story.

Though, some might have considered him to be not unlike that of a scary story to frighten children, once.

A painter, clad in black and wielding the force, light saber tucked in his sleeve, the crown of a long dead Sith noble and the crown of a woman whose machinations for victory could know no bounds.

But he had won his victory. His final, total victory.

For in the end, his ultimate goals were reached. His family name was at no risk of dying- even though his cousins had all managed to kill each other in the years immediately following his mother's death, he had survived. He, his wife, and four children. Surprisingly he was quite content with such a vanilla existence- he had spent so many years indulging in the most disgusting decadent acts behind closed doors that he was almost afraid to actually be with anyone at all for fear of them fearing him.

But marriage had almost... calmed him, in a way.

And his hobby?

It was a career.

Word of his talent had spread across the core worlds once people of stature began to actually see what it was that the young Julias was capable of. Nobleman and noblewoman alike all payed hefty sums for portraits, frescoes, murals- sculpting was something he never mastered to the degree of perfection that he was known for in his painting, but simply having his name attached to them had earned thousands of credits apiece. He had delved into multiple fields of painting- realism, romanticism, idealism, impressionism. Every school he had at least dabbled in, but the newest he had delved into was murals.

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His works seemed almost medieval in appearance, but they still retained a level of mastery that seemed beyond amazing to any who witnessed it. The absolute level of detail put into every single stroke of the brush had left the wealthy art fanatics of the core in awe, and they had left the family of Tannaras- but mostly Julias himself- extraordinarily wealthy.

It was success in a single skill that had put Julias where he was. In the end, as it turned out, his hope to return what had belonged to his mother, and to his grandfather, and to all his ancestors before him into his rightful hands, had come not of dark side power, it had come not of political intrigue... but help from a single friend, who he had invited to a lunch just a week prior.

Sitting in a chair upon the massive balcony outside his bedroom, the now much older- but not at all less handsome- Julias Tannaras sat, humming a tune from his youth, drinking tea, and waiting for the arrival of a guest or two.

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