Crosis
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Crosis back from his trip to Ziost once more stalked the grounds of the Sith Academy on Korriban. He made his way into one of the common rooms and took a seat. His large, powerful chest and pectorals heaving with the effort of regulation. He was a tall man, standing at six foot four inches, and heavy with muscle. His eyes were red mixed with the golden hue of Darkside immersion. Decorating his face was a singular scar, though rather it was made from lightsaber or metallic blade; it was nigh impossible to tell. He had no hair and his deep red skinned marked him as a Sith Pureblood. His Lightsaber hung at his waist as he cracked his knuckles and other bones getting comfortable.
Pulling out a flask of water he looked around the common room with his hard gaze and closed his eyes once more to concentrate on cooling down after his workout. The only way after all, to improve ones self is to push yourself to the limit and then go beyond that. After all in the Sith Empire, what doesn't kill you, will make you stronger. Or try to kill you again when they are stronger. Refocusing his thoughts, Crosis concentrated on breathing. In and out, in and out. Slowly the heaving of his barrel like chest become something akin to normal breathing. Crosis ran a hand along his facial appendages, or what for most other species would be a beard and a wicked little smirk crossed his face.
He had dreams and aspirations that were lofty. He wanted to be the greatest Lightsaber dualist of his era. The most powerful Sith in the Imperium. He would sacrifice having a larger Force suite if it meant mastery over all forms of lightsaber combat. After all, he already had a solid grasp of the basics. Telekinesis, Force augmentation, Force Speed, and a very, very, very basic understanding of the rudimentary levels of Force Lightening. In fact the only abilities he believed he needed to compliment his wanting to master lightsaber combat was Lighening, Tutaminis, and being able to strangulate someone through the Force. Not many powers, but the ones he would learn, he would master to prodigious levels or die trying. Crosis let out a deep chuckle as another smile crept across his lips revealing his fangs which glinted in the lighting of the room.
Pulling out a flask of water he looked around the common room with his hard gaze and closed his eyes once more to concentrate on cooling down after his workout. The only way after all, to improve ones self is to push yourself to the limit and then go beyond that. After all in the Sith Empire, what doesn't kill you, will make you stronger. Or try to kill you again when they are stronger. Refocusing his thoughts, Crosis concentrated on breathing. In and out, in and out. Slowly the heaving of his barrel like chest become something akin to normal breathing. Crosis ran a hand along his facial appendages, or what for most other species would be a beard and a wicked little smirk crossed his face.
He had dreams and aspirations that were lofty. He wanted to be the greatest Lightsaber dualist of his era. The most powerful Sith in the Imperium. He would sacrifice having a larger Force suite if it meant mastery over all forms of lightsaber combat. After all, he already had a solid grasp of the basics. Telekinesis, Force augmentation, Force Speed, and a very, very, very basic understanding of the rudimentary levels of Force Lightening. In fact the only abilities he believed he needed to compliment his wanting to master lightsaber combat was Lighening, Tutaminis, and being able to strangulate someone through the Force. Not many powers, but the ones he would learn, he would master to prodigious levels or die trying. Crosis let out a deep chuckle as another smile crept across his lips revealing his fangs which glinted in the lighting of the room.