Darth Vile Lord of Sith

After the long lecture on the assault on the Jedi, DV noticed that the Sith were making their way to the training facility. Half of the room was empty when he decieded to follow along. He bowed to the room in respect to the Sith and followed his follow brethren.

Xior had awoken from his deep slumber. His head was throbbing with utter pain. He held his head for a while and began to stare into space. He thought of his last image of his master brutally abusing him with the wrath of the force. The force...he lost all memory of how to use it. Xior threw the image of his master from his head and began to stand, which he found it was a lot harder then he thought. He held on to a nearby tree, and with difficulty he tried to recognize the surroundings. Suddenly, he realized-The temple!. He ran as fast as he could to the depths of the temple. He traveled through the maze-like halls. He stopped running when heard voices, some familiar and some not. Dv entered the room where he heard the voices...

Real Name: Xior Nickname: Darth Vile Age: 20 Species: Falleen Height: 6ft Weight: 200 Hair: Black Eyes: Black Sex: Male Homeworld: Falleen Alignment: Evil Clothing:Black sith clothes Weapon: Lightsaber [when built], blaster Force User Inventory: comlink Posessions: A Ship called Black Raven Im a Oldbie Force Side: Sith Trained by: Half trained Current Affiliation: the sith order Current Rank: sith trainier

Dv took a step back and looked at the crack on his armor. He wiped the blood from his lips. He heard Zahtors words and Dv laughing. "This is just the beginning." Dv allowed the force to flow through him. His skin color chanced to a deep dark blue. He used the force to push Z into the air, Dv jumped up a slammed Z onto the ground. Z yelled out a cry. Xior grabbed Zs arm and through him into a rock. Xiors anger enhance at the site of the unworthy opponent. Dv jumped into the air and was aiming to land on Zs chest...

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Dv heard his masters words. As unhappy as he felt, he must obey his master. He got on his hands and knees and bowed to his suppreor. "Yes, my master" He let the force flow through him. He threw his hand up to protect his face. Xior circles around Z, Use the force........use my mind, thought Xior. He ran circled three trees and landed right behind Z. He gave Z a dead leg, therefore Z fell to his knees. Xior picked Z up and threw him up and force pushed him into a tree.....

Dv got up and patted himself off. He looked at Raynuk walk into the dark forest.....with Dv and Z's sword. A tremendous anger filled Dv. He walks toward his master. His skin color turned into a dark blue pior to his anger. "Damn it! How am I suppose to fight Zahtor? With my fist? We both have little knowledge of the force." He picked up a rock and threw it up in the sky, so far up that it was not visible to the human eye.

Dv, still filled with the dark side of the force, got up and force pushed Z to a nearby tree. Dv jumped up, took out his saber and pointed it at Z's neck. Dv's hatred was fireing up. This was a bad time for a hopeful to bug a mediateing trainee. "I am no stranger to you, you pittyful creature." Dv sat down and continued to mediate and wait for his master to arrive.

Xior opened his eyes and realized it was day time. He sat up and noticed that John wasn't there. Dv sat near a tree a mediated, He'll have to wait until his masters arrival. Until then Dv will practice willing the force. Dv skin tone turn into a dark red, meaning his feeling hatred or fear.

Dv got up from the ground and heard his master's words. He wiped the blood from his lip and sat down. "Yes, my master." Xior lied down and began to sleep. Dv skin color changed to a light orange. This, stating his mood at the moment; a relaxed and smooth feeling. However Dv truly felt in the in side a tremendous amount of hate. Hate that could not be expressed trough words but through the force. Dv felt that his next try that he will succeed. He will have his masters approval...Xior fell into deep sleep..........

Dv got up from the ground. He heard his masters words and he threw down his weapon. He called upon the dark side of the force. His emotions fired up when the thought of all his hatred in his live was brought up in his mind. Dvs heart went black and his eyes went red. And his skin color went a deep red (which was normal for a Falleen). After consuming the force, Dv concentrated hard on the ways of using the force. His hand felt hot, and it was stinging. Dv held up his hand and faced it at Johnskywalkers chest. A flash of Lighting shot out of his hand. The pain that Dv felt was probably worst than Johnskywalker probably felt. But Dv knew that it didn't affect him. Dv stopped, his anger grew from the site of Johnskywalkers not being affected by Xior lighting blast......

Dv backed a few feet. He felt weary, tired...weak. Yet, he felt hatred...fear. These things flow through Dv. It went in his veins and heart. Xior can feel his heart turn black. The feeling was exhilarating...everything went slow, he knew everthing....even Leaders next move.... Dv crouched on one leg and sliced Leaders side. Leader did his downward arch, Dv flipped backward ran toward him and cut his stomach deep, but not too deep. Leader tried at Dv's leg, Dv moved back however Leader managed to cut his leg, but not off...just a flesh wound. Leader swung his sword up Xior's abdomen, but faliged....instead Dv cut Leaders hand off. Leader fell, he looked at his hand. Dv looked at Leader, Leader knew that He was going to die, but not without a fight. Leader got his sword and swung it at Dv...poorly. Xior blocked and took his head as well.

Xior backed from the Warrior's maniacs moves. Dv clutched his stomach. He lifted his hand and saw the blood run down his hand. Feeling a tremendous amount of hatred, and his begun to attack his foe. Dv swung his sword at his enemy's neck but the Warrior was able to block it. Incredible, how amazing you gain in such a small time, thought Xior. Dv pushed the warrior to his knees, and dv took his head. Meanwhile, the Blade Warrior came at Xior. First, the Warrior cuts Dvs arm. Despite the cut, Dv jumped and charged him. Xior appeared behind the Warrior, Xior tried to stab the Warrior but he failed. The Warrior ran forward and faced Dv. Dv charged at him and stabbed his side. The Warrior, taken by surprised back a couple of feet and examen his wound. Dv realized he was distracted and charged him and stabbed his heart. The Warrior went to his knees and looked as though there was no hope for him to stay alive. Dv loved that feeling. Dv sees the leader move toward him, they circled each other. Dv wondered his next move....

((OCC:sorry for the dely.)))) Dv got up at watch his master walk into the forest. He was to upset to fallow him. Dv thought in his head: I am not weak, I'll be stronger then any sith one day.....perhaps stronger than you..... Dv heard a stick crack so quickly he turned and saw five warriors. They all circled around dv like a beast preying on their prey.... "You picked the wrong person, bub" Dv got his saber and jumped toward the vibro-axed warriors, they hesitated for only a moment. Dv swung his sword at the warrior's chest, the armor broke but, there was a flesh wound, the warrior went to the ground and stayed there. The other three charged at Dv. Xior noticed them and he charged and duck at ones blade. After decking the blade Dv sliced the warriors leg off. The warrior fell in agony. One of the warriors looked different. He had war paint on, and looked ferocious.....He did nothing he just stood there while Dv was fighting....probily waiting for Dv for last... The Warrior who had a crack armor took, his off and went into attack mode. Dv charged at him, they both meant blades/axes. Dv pushed and stabbed him in the chest. This was going to be a long fight.........

Dv stares at the weapon at takes it from is masters hand. He moved toward the village to look at the Mimbanites. There were annoying moans of dying slaves, moans he always heard as a slave. He sees 5 imperial guards whipping a slave. Out of pure hatred, Dv turns on his saber and ran to the wretched Imperials and chops ones head. They reacted quickly and begun trying to whip Xior. “Pitiful fools” Xior stabs one of the guards. Dv pauses to look at the guard’s face. The face he made gave Dv pleasure. The face that he made had fear, like if he knew he was about to die. This is what gave Dv gratification… The other guards were stunned. Dv pulled the saber out of the imperials body and turned to the others. He ran to them and one by one he took their heads. When he was done with his massacre, he turned to the slave. He was weeping, and he was a Kid, about the same age that Dv was a slave. Xior looked at his eyes…he was afraid. Thinking of his next move might be he realized something…his mother, and “father” died for a certain reason…they were a sacrifice. They were the reason he became a Sith. “Kid…you are a the last sacrifice I’ll make…” Dv Raises his saber and kills the boy. Xior walks to his master and falls of weariness. “I have chosen my side…”