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(( Open to whoever would like to join, as my character does not have a master yet, but would be open to training with others outside of a class setting.))
The young Elomin male who had recently joined the sith as an acolyte sat cross-legged, meditating, in the center of one of the many training rooms available to the those who wished to learn more about the dark side of the force in the academy. His head was lowered, his eyes closed as he meditated, thinking about the many abilities that he had heard about and read about and trying to choose one that he would want to practice. Throughout his years of being taught the force he had independently read about many abilities that were available to those with force sensitivity, particularly those abilities related to the dark side. It was true that he did blame his previous teachers for not being able to train him in many of the abilities he wanted to learn, but now that he had made it to Korriban to be a Sith acolyte and major he would train his hardest to advance himself through the ranks.
What would he start with? His mind drifted through the many abilities that he could start training with, but he ended up settling on one of the simpler abilities that he had already gained experience from in his past. The simple ability to move objects. It had become a lazy ability, one that he could train whilst thinking about other things. It was a good one to start with while he thought of something else to work with.
Opening his dark eyes he plucked a small pebble from the floor, staring at it with a dark intensity that one who had given wholly into the darkness that resided in him could have. The pebble itself was not something interesting. Small as it was, if used in battle it wouldn’t do much damage, but if used the right way… in long range battle, it could be used quite efficiently. Not that he had ever tried using it to pierce an enemy’s flesh. He preferred his throwing daggers, or a lightsaber for that sort of thing. Lightly he tossed the pebble up in the air and watched it spin a few turns in the air above his left hand before closing his eyes to thing again.
Korriban honestly reminded him a lot of his home world Elom. Of course, he hadn’t been to the plane of his origins in many years, but the barren world was etched in his mind, and was ever more refreshed by being on the red world that he resided on now. However, the distinction of Korriban was that it was the training hub of the Sith, while Elom had just been the barren world of a close minded people. If he had to choose between them, Korriban was the place to be. After all, it held one of the few places where the Sith could train and not be pestered by the unchangeable Jedi.
With his eyes closed Melhinerak could concentrate on listening to the on goings in the academy. Though he was in his own room, in others he could hear the hum of lightsabers clashing with one another, or just mild chatter, probably between a master and the acolyte that had been taken under his or her wing. In some ways, hearing the motions that others were going through to train themselves was something that fueled his fire all the more. Half of him wanted a master again, someone powerful who he could train under, but half of him was glad he didn’t. It would give him the freedom to study wanted; something that had led him to be at odds with the previous master he had before he had arrived on Korriban.
In his anger he stopped the spinning of the pebble, letting it hover above the palm of his sharp nailed hand before shooting it in the general direction of the door hearing a pleasing crack as it met with the wall, half shattering itself, while the rest of it lodged in the wall. Opening his eyes, Melhinerak surveyed the damage the pebble had done with a sneer from his position. It wasn’t a very big thing, but he could see where it had hit and tendrils of cracks surrounded it, the walls protest against being hit with such force. "…How… pleasant.” He hissed, placing his hands together, the tips of the nails on each of his fingers meeting with their individual counterparts.
The young Elomin male who had recently joined the sith as an acolyte sat cross-legged, meditating, in the center of one of the many training rooms available to the those who wished to learn more about the dark side of the force in the academy. His head was lowered, his eyes closed as he meditated, thinking about the many abilities that he had heard about and read about and trying to choose one that he would want to practice. Throughout his years of being taught the force he had independently read about many abilities that were available to those with force sensitivity, particularly those abilities related to the dark side. It was true that he did blame his previous teachers for not being able to train him in many of the abilities he wanted to learn, but now that he had made it to Korriban to be a Sith acolyte and major he would train his hardest to advance himself through the ranks.
What would he start with? His mind drifted through the many abilities that he could start training with, but he ended up settling on one of the simpler abilities that he had already gained experience from in his past. The simple ability to move objects. It had become a lazy ability, one that he could train whilst thinking about other things. It was a good one to start with while he thought of something else to work with.
Opening his dark eyes he plucked a small pebble from the floor, staring at it with a dark intensity that one who had given wholly into the darkness that resided in him could have. The pebble itself was not something interesting. Small as it was, if used in battle it wouldn’t do much damage, but if used the right way… in long range battle, it could be used quite efficiently. Not that he had ever tried using it to pierce an enemy’s flesh. He preferred his throwing daggers, or a lightsaber for that sort of thing. Lightly he tossed the pebble up in the air and watched it spin a few turns in the air above his left hand before closing his eyes to thing again.
Korriban honestly reminded him a lot of his home world Elom. Of course, he hadn’t been to the plane of his origins in many years, but the barren world was etched in his mind, and was ever more refreshed by being on the red world that he resided on now. However, the distinction of Korriban was that it was the training hub of the Sith, while Elom had just been the barren world of a close minded people. If he had to choose between them, Korriban was the place to be. After all, it held one of the few places where the Sith could train and not be pestered by the unchangeable Jedi.
With his eyes closed Melhinerak could concentrate on listening to the on goings in the academy. Though he was in his own room, in others he could hear the hum of lightsabers clashing with one another, or just mild chatter, probably between a master and the acolyte that had been taken under his or her wing. In some ways, hearing the motions that others were going through to train themselves was something that fueled his fire all the more. Half of him wanted a master again, someone powerful who he could train under, but half of him was glad he didn’t. It would give him the freedom to study wanted; something that had led him to be at odds with the previous master he had before he had arrived on Korriban.
In his anger he stopped the spinning of the pebble, letting it hover above the palm of his sharp nailed hand before shooting it in the general direction of the door hearing a pleasing crack as it met with the wall, half shattering itself, while the rest of it lodged in the wall. Opening his eyes, Melhinerak surveyed the damage the pebble had done with a sneer from his position. It wasn’t a very big thing, but he could see where it had hit and tendrils of cracks surrounded it, the walls protest against being hit with such force. "…How… pleasant.” He hissed, placing his hands together, the tips of the nails on each of his fingers meeting with their individual counterparts.