A New Begining (Page 192 of 214)

Okay, so the Second’s hysterical laugh is gonna sound like this: The Second’s laugh. Of course it won’t be as violent until he gets into a fight but it pretty much sounds like that all the time.
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A low hysterical laugh seems to echo around George although he can’t sense any nearby presence. A flash of movement behind him causes the Jedi to turn only to find the Sith he’d killed moments before with a huge gaping hole in his chest. It was too large to be the stab wound from his lightsaber. And the flesh around it wasn’t scorched.

Something was wrong. Another flash of movement causes George to turn around again, his gaze falling on the hole in the wall he and the Sith had caused. A dark figure stands there now, completely hidden by the shadows. The figure holds something in his hand but George can’t tell what it is at the moment.

"Mmm... a Sith and a Jedi," comes a chilling voice. "Finally. A worthy meal."

The Second steps forward with a chuckle which echoes with the same psychotic ring as his laughter. The light illuminates his hand and George finds his gaze wandering there out of curiosity. He flinches when he sees the Sith's heart.

The Second smiles, flashing a set of large fangs. "I suppose it won't hurt to play with my food a little. You might can make things more interesting than these weaklings I've been feeding on," he chimes, sinking his teeth deep into the heart in his hand. In a matter of seconds the heart withers away to nothing but a small amount of ash which the Second lets slip through his fingers.

His deep golden eyes lock with George's, something sinister and terrifying there. Suddenly he's gone. George searches for his presence but can't seem to locate him. But he feels him. He turns in an instant, barely blocking the raging red lightsaber intent on decapitating him.

The Sith grins psychotically. "My, my! You're already doing better than those Jedi Masters at the Temple! You've got some promise after all!"

The Second laughs, easily dodging one of George's strikes and quickly parrying with a head butt, the blow causing the Jedi to stumble back more than a few steps. The Second cocks his head slightly to the side as if studying George.

"Such hate and anger from a Jedi boy," he licks his lips, feeding off the dark and twisted emotions. "Give in, boy... a Jedi will never win against me..."

In the blink of an eye, the Second vanishes once again. George instinctively turns around, expecting another attack from behind. But the Second remains hidden, his presence completely masked.

A haunting chuckle echoes around George and the Second's voice seems to slither around him. "Your inner war is not my doing, Jedi. You doubt yourself. And because of that... you will die..."

It is impossible to detect the Second's movement as he reemerges only inches away from George, grabbing the Jedi's wrist and twisting it until he drops his lightsaber with a groan of pain. His other hand clamps down around George's throat, choking him. But the Second pauses.

He could kill the Jedi; it would be so easy. But there was something interesting about this Jedi before him. He found himself intrigued, his hunger satisifed... for a moment. There was darkness within this boy's soul. He would draw it out... and perhaps gain more than a meal. The Second sneers, throwing George against the nearest wall.

He looks down at George's lightsaber and merely kicks it away, turning his attention back to the Jedi. He takes slow steps forward, giving the Jedi plenty of time to get to his knees, his weight crushing the pieces of scattered glass beneath him. He could feel the Jedi's hate and the anger boiling. Yes...

"The end justify any means, boy," the Second growls. "Give in to your anger and hate. Let it fuel you! Use it and strike me down! Because until you do... I'll devour you piece by piece!"

The Second disappears, reappearing an instant later as he grabs George by the throat once more, lifting his body and slamming it against the wall, holding him there. The Second's golden eyes give off a dark, predatory gleam as he raises his other hand so George can see it. The Jedi watches in horror as the Second's nails extend and sharpen into claws. The Second grins sadistically.

lol Much cooler. And it didn't mess anything up. It has to be an epic battle before the Second is actually killed. He is after all a couple thousand years old Force vampire. It'd be disappointing to end it so soon. ^_^
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The Second's presence is gone once more, leaving not even the faintest trace. Like he hadn't ever been there to begin with. But his voice... he's still there even though George can't see or sense him.

"Well, you've got a few tricks up your sleeves, boy. I'll have to be more careful," he growls. "I've grown cocky killing off weaklings. They were no challenge... but you..." The Second's voice trails off and George feels darkness swirling in the room around him. Was he preparing for another surprise attack?

A shift in the Force. There! No... wait.. there?! It is impossible to tell. It seems like... he is everywhere.

"You lost your only advantage, Jedi," his voice returns with a hiss. "I won't be caught off guard again!"

A movement behind him, too fast for George to react to. Pain shoots across his chest as he turns, only to find the Second is no longer there. The haunting chuckle seems to vibrate down to George's very bones and he turns to find the Second sitting atop a pile of rubble, licking dripping blood from his fingers with a long, pointed tongue. A hungry gleam shines in his eyes.

Blood seeps from the laceration across George's chest. It wasn't deep but it was enough to cause the Jedi a small amount of pain and it had given the Second the taste he needed to fuel his frenzy. The Second swings his legs with a bit of glee, finishing cleaning the blood from his fingers.

He was toying the Jedi, waiting for his own anger and hate to get the best of him. Waiting for that one simple slip up. And when he did... the Second wouldn't hesitate to devour him completely.

Not at all.
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The Second flips backwards, his hands and feet digging into the ground so that he slides to a stop. He looks up at George.

"Damn boy!" he hisses, the threat from the display of his fangs evident.

He charges forward, twirling his inactive lightsaber barrel in his left hand. As he nears George, however, he suddenly disappears... reappearing an instant later behind the Jedi. He was getting faster, his frenzy fueling his power.

George barely has time to sense the Second's movements but even then he needs more time to completely escape. The Second's lightsaber manages to scorch the flesh across his upper back as George goes to dodge the attack.

Hysterically laughter rings in George's ears as the Second disappears once more.

George's eyes widen in shock. Black smoke swirls around the pale hand gripping the blazing blade of George's lightsaber. I-Impossible! He raises his gaze but it is not the Second he finds.

A tall, pale, muscular figure stands between him and his target, one bare hand gripping George's blade, the other suspending the Second a good two feet off the ground by his throat. Bandages cover the entire upper portion of the new arrival's face, two vertical scars making their way from beneath the rags down his cheeks.

Both scars come from the direction of the man's eyes. He was... blind?!

The Second struggles in the man's grasp. "You..." he manages to hiss out.

The man turns his head towards the Second, his back turned slightly to George reveals long, black mane-like hair which travels down to the middle of his back. The smoke around the pale figure's hand suddenly wisps in an unmoving wind and George hears faint, unintelligible whispers. The Second bares his fangs.

"No!" the Second roars through a ragged breath. "Don't interfere!"

Before the Second can react, however, the pale man loosens his grip. As the Second falls the man impales him on his arm.

The Second's eyes widen in pain and disbelief, blood spewing from his mouth as he speaks. "Ngh... Razvan..."

The pale man appears unconcerned, ripping the Second's blackened heart from his chest. He places the still beating heart into a sack connected to his hip. The heart... it is still beating! Is the Second really dead? Or still alive?

The man looks down at the Second's body and uses the Force to pull the lifeless body into his free arm. He turns to face George, his grip tightening on the blade of the lightsaber so the entire weapon strains from the pressure.

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Weren't expecting that now were ya? ^_^ This gives your character initiative to stick around and join the hunt for Darth Mortis (since the Second is one of his "apprentices").

And a picture for better visualization! Razvan

I'm all about the drama and adding new twists no one expects! I love it! ^_^

And he's not just any random blind guy. May I present to everyone in this amazing RPG... Razvan... the First.  Muahahahahaha!

He's only about ten thousand or so years younger than Mortis so he is VERY powerful. And only the Second and Mortis really know his true name. Whenever he introduces himself he always refers to himself simply as the First (unless he finds a truly worthy opponent... which he has never thus far), saying that dead men need not know the name of him whom they will not longer be able to curse.
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Razvan head turns, as if starring down at the exhausted Jedi on his knees before him. How amusing. Driven by the power he consumed from the six Jedi Masters, Saro should have been able to crush the life from this Jedi's pathetic body in a instant. So what more did this boy have to offer?

"He was mine," the Jedi gasps, drawing Razvan's attention from his own thoughts. "I could have beaten him. I was stronger."

The Jedi's body was struggling, his mind slipping away. In his last moments of consciousness, a deep, dark and smooth voice slithers into his mind.

"Foolish, boy," it begins with distain, the voice dripping with superiority as if George were nothing more than a piece of trash. "As if you could ever even hope to kill one of us."

The Jedi collapses on the ground. Razvan cocks his head slightly to the side as his senses rush towards the dried blood along George's chest. So Saro had been playing with his food again... how amateurish. It seems the Second still has so much to learn.

Razvan turns to leave, throwing Saro's body over his shoulder to better carry the dead weight. The Jedi was not his to kill. Besides... the boy seemed hellbent on killing Saro; Razvan would not take his revenge from him. It was a pain he understood all too well.

If the Jedi were to die, he would die by Saro's hand and Saro's hand alone.

...Sometime later...

George wakes up, blinking a few times to make sure he's really alive. That... man... another vampire? He had left him? Alive? Things were more confusing by the minute. He sits up, his head throbbing violently. He groans, looking over beside him to find his lightsaber barrel.

Eerie black smoke wisps like tentacles as it twists and wraps around the barrel like the smoke itself is alive.... Should he touch it?

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So now we also know the Second's true name... Saro. Of course only Razvan and Mortis will know this because of again how old they all are.

In addition to that... in his true form (which is the form he takes here), Razvan does have the ability to speak. However, like all beings who use the darkside to extents beyond what their body is capable of enduring, his voice has begun to show the strain (much like Mortis).

The black smoke Razvan possesses is an ability he gained after consuming a Red Sith. It houses many powerful abilities which Razvan has improved and added to over the thousands of years he's had access to its power. One ability allows Razvan to transmit his thoughts into words by means of whispers and such... much like he did to speak to Saro.

He does possess the ability to communicate telepathically. Because it takes no part of his body to do this other than his mind, his voice retains its natural tone. When he shape shifts he regains his voice, able to speak without use of his dark power.

(1) Second is not dead. He's a Force vampire. It takes more than removing their heart to kill them. (2) Razvan's intentions were to save the Second. However, George's own inner darkness and strive for revenge on Saro seem to have saved his soul from being devoured by Razvan... for now.

(3) Razvan is the name he was born with so yes, it is his true name. And yes, only Mortis, Saro, and now George know it. (4) George is the second known person to survive a fight against the Second. Kavar was the first (although he did have the help of two other Jedi Masters; both of which Saro killed before escaping).
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The smoke whispers dark and faintly as George tries to use the Force to push it away. Suddenly it deepens in color and shoots out, the tentacle-like wisps boring beneath the skin atop George's right hand before he can react, piercing pain shooting up his arm.

The smoke quickly sinks into his veins, leaving behind a dark bruise on his hand were it had entered his body. George watches in horror as the smoke crawls up his arm, the blackened mass moving beneath his skin towards his upper body.

He desperately claws at his skin and his other hand clamps down around his arm in an attempt to stop the substances progress into his body. This only seems to make the poison double its efforts, speeding up the inevitable. It delves deeper into his veins until George can no longer trace its progress.

A darkness sinks in around him and George senses a sudden dark presence as if someone is watching him... something. Inside his body the dark taint locates his connection to the Force and begins to consume it, enveloping it in a cloak of darkness, snuffing out the little light which remains.

George's heart begins to thunder in his ears, his blood boiling as his inner rage is unleashed. His hands clench into fists as the muscles in his body tense, straining against one another. His back arches as pain rakes up his spine, tendrils of black slithering like poisonous snakes across the whites of his eyes.

But then... everything stops. George's body collapses, the Jedi leaning forward to rest his weight on his hands. His muscles relax and the darkness seems to slip away and fade. His chest heaves as he struggles to breathe; his pulse pounds against his temples. W-what... was that?
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It's not the darkside and it's not really a poison. It's just something... different. XD