Enter Saitheis Tikalu : Sith Sorcery

"I am Sith but you may call me, Saitheis Tikalu"

He came from the far reaches of the black abyss - fear, death, and corruption embodied into that of a man in a mask. Where ever he goes he brings with him a plauge of dread and destruction. But he has aslo been known to play the hero instead of the villian, a strugle of heart perhaps? But whatever the case he is not to be taken lightly

Saitheis is a Sith proficient in the black arts of the Stih. He adorns a red robe made from cortosis-weave frabics able to stand up against lightsaber and energy attacks. Gauntlets of the blackest shadow encased his hands, dark runes skitter across them glowing sanguine. Around his neck is red jeweled talismin that is framed in gold, it resembled a burning star. On his face is that cold, vile, and emotionless mask he wears to hide himself from the world except for his erie yellow eyes that resembles that of a serpent. Other than to appear mysterious and intimdating, it is used to block out all outside influences say that he may concentrate on using his Sith sorcery to it's fullest potential.

His arsenal contains the command of Sith sorcery. At his hip dangels a black metallic, bladeless hilt elaborated in dark runes, his personal lightsaber whose blade color is as red as blood - though Saitheis himself hasn't used this ancient weapon of the Sith for quite sometime. His perfered melee weapon is Ombre, a Sith sword forged in pure dark side energies. The blade is cold and sleek to the touch, the hilt is wrapped in red cloth, and the gold hand guard coils down the hilt like serpent. If anything the most dangerous weapons he utilizes is his mind-meld ability and mastery of illusion.

The masked man stood on the ruined homeworld of the Sith, the harsh wind blew, blowing corse red sand against the cold mask and causing the man's tarnished sanguine robe to flow gracefully. This masked stranger stood amongst the tombs of the dead Sith Lords, with his eyes he gazed amongst their beauty and power, basking in their shadows.

In soft spoken yet devoious voice he uttered, "Home.." before a wicked smile formed on his face behind the mask he wore.

Gains:
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Skill: 560
Force Ability: 420
Strength: 420
Intelligence: 280
Credits: 1750

Very Beautiful writing. Also remember (and I hate to say this) you have to buy a Sith sword from the weapons at the bottom of the main page. It is a primitive weapon.