On The Winds of Change // Open, Joining

[Revan]

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Darth Revan — Male — The Typhoon — House Acolyte — Very Difficult

(Apologize if this was all over the place, it's super late, but I wanted to post with this boy! tl;dr in case my writing was off while sleepy, he's an evil boy who is showing up to join and become a healer eventually for the Typhoon.)

The raven furred feline narrowed his eyes cautiously as the scent of the border filled his senses. Of course he'd been expecting it soon, having come to join the clan, but he knew the kind that took residence within the chaotic group were not the type of people who could be trusted on a whim. They didn't follow a strict doctrine like he did. Reven did, however, also know that his skills would be useful to the warring clan. And that meant they wouldn't openly wish to toss away the potential of a new ally to aid them in whatever conquest they next chose.

That was why he'd sought out the Typhoon. They cared not for frivolous ideals and that was the exact environment he required to hone his understanding of his own doctrine. They would give him time and the opportunity to experience the failures of beings incapable of seeing beyond the fog that obscured the unknown, and in turn he would offer them his unique abilities.

The Sith was an adept warrior from mastering the powers he'd been born with, the very same powers he honed further by following his own form of religion. The world operated on a certain kind of life energy and those who could manipulate that had the ability to exert their will upon the universe. Some used this power for the good of others, as he'd seen. Others however used it for evil, drawn by the lust of destruction. The few who saw the truth though like Revan used it for themselves. Light and dark were merely a point of view that changed depending on who was looking. Revan knew this all too well.

Despite his affinity for channeling his powers to destroy, the Sith Lord surmised his powers of creation would be more useful to the barbaric group. Revan was knowledgeable healer having studied human books on medicine, and he'd combined that information with his own twisted powers to create something he called Sith alchemy. A medic capable of protecting himself would no doubt be useful on the field of battle for such a war mongering clan, the lust of shiny trinkets and loot drawing their attention to conquer others.

"My name is Revan, and I've come seeking to offer my abilities to the Typhoon," the black domestic called out, sickly green eyes scanning the horizon for the slightest hint of movement. He assumed they were nearby, watching him and waiting to see if he would be another corpse to plunder. There was only one route to their fabled island. Of course they were waiting for someone to foolishly cross. Only Revan had come offering his own skills rather than his personal belongings which they no doubt would have attempted to take by force.

#psychosocial.