[IC] Rendvir's Holo Diary

[Rhysand Sekker]

Acolyte:

Entry 1: Arrival.

A holo-projection sparks into life, shortly after a handsome Pureblood adorned with acolyte robes with slicked back hair steps into the frame. His full height cannot be determined, as he only appears from the shoulders up, but his piercing glare looks into the eyes of the viewer, after a moment of his gaze lingering the corner of his lips curl into a slight smirk, his brow remaining low to produce quite a sinister look.

"Acolyte Rendvir Arvanis, first entry."

Pausing for a moment the acolyte looks out of the frame before looking back into the camera, continuing with his entry.

"Being plucked from Korriban was an interesting turn of events, indeed quite a fortuitous one. For a Pureblood with heritage and intentions such as mine, House Horuset can only be an advantage, working within a likeminded Household will surely advance my learning and allow me to watch how they operate. Although both myself and my twin brother, Vorantyr, have been claimed though the timing has been most curious. He was injured on an expedition to the wilds of Korriban and confined to a medbay, this will surely allow me to advance further than him and gain an inside knowledge he will lack when he arrives."

The young Pureblood chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

"Now back to the matter at hand, I was met by an Apprentice Zhaixe. An interesting figure, silencing a room of acolytes with a single command, apparently terrifying them to the point those who entered also knew to be silent. Though he confiscated my ancestral sword... I understand he was likely forced to, yet I could tell he didn't understand the history he held in his hands..."

The young acolyte's gaze hardens as he shakes his head, clearly a sign of disdain.


"... then there is the unkempt hair of his, not that I judge on appearance alone but such unkempt and wild hair would only prove to be an advantage to a foe during a fight, especially during a bitter conflict where it came to a matter of survival."

With the final comment his expression returns to his passive low browed smirk, piercing eyes still peering into the eyes of the viewer.

"Despite it being my first day I thought it prudent to network with the other acolytes, especially considering Lord Sanguinis' task to track down two others. I was then made aware of Acolyte Alencia's seemingly personal vendetta against Corran and Valqine, interesting how she got a Sith to endorse her own desires... a curious little creature indeed."

The Pureblood casts a pensive glance away from the camera, chewing the right side of his cheek in thought before stopping and snapping his gaze back to lock onto the viewer's eyes.

"Acolyte Terakin also proved to be interesting, despite being as new as myself he was willing to butt heads with a clearly established acolyte such as Alencia... a direct approach, reminds me of my brother. Another creature of curiosity and one who could be useful during my time as an acolyte, though that is a minor detail. This task set by Lord Sanguinis, it is a most curious game that the Lord seems to be playing. Both a Lord and an Acolyte seem to have intentions to thin the herd..."

With the last statement the acolyte's grin grows on the right side, showing a set of perfect teeth and well developed, sharp canines before he speaks his final statement.

"The games being played in the powerbase of House Horuset are most interesting, already highlighting the training I will seek out first. Every acolyte I met seemed to either lack the ability to, or chose not to, shield their minds. My first endeavour will be to shield my own mind, and then to work on manipulating the minds of others. I think I'm going to like it here..."

As the Pureblood's voice trails off the holo-feed is cut suddenly, the end of his first entry.

[Rhysand Sekker]

Entry 2: Legacy or Corpse?

The cyan blue projector flickers into life, a low quality recorder than an acolyte had managed to get his hands on. The image that appears would be that of an acolyte sat, their head hanging low to obscure most of their face. Rendvir's usual pristine hair gone, loose strands clumped together and hanging down over his face. Without lifting his gaze to the camera he speaks.

"If a knife was to slit my throat in the night, would I leave a legacy or a corpse behind..."

His words trail off before he lifts his head, his smile gone. An exasperated gaze meeting the viewer, bags around his eyes showing his lack of sleep. His hair out of place and unkempt and no tension at all in the muscles of his face. Something had shook the acolyte to his very core.

"That girl only left a corpse behind, she was nothing but a child. A Pureblood child who paid for the mistakes of her father. When I looked into her eyes I didn't see that girl looking back... but the child that I used to be. I saw my own fear and heartbreak of when my family estate was burned and I barely escaped reflected in her tear filled eyes. And if I die, nothing will have changed... I will leave nothing behind but the legacy of a fallen House."

Tension begins to form on the acolyte's face as he glances off to the side, a frown sets in and even the muscles in his neck tense. The gaze that returns to the camera is not mournful or tired, but instead piercing and determined. Looking into the viewer rather than at them.

"I will not die, nameless and forgotten. I tell myself this, this shall be the day I leave behind petty feelings of remorse for others... had that girl been a true foe I could have been struck down in my moment of weakness. Well, no more. The universe has had it's one and only chance... I will forge a legacy through blood sweat and tears. I will not be the death of House Arvanis."

With that the acolyte's taloned left hand would swipe around and knock the camera away, the recording cutting out with the sound of heavy, purposeful, footsteps against a cold durasteel floor.

[Rhysand Sekker]

Disclaimer: This recording is being written retrospectively, ICly it happened months ago. I just didn't have the time to write it sadly enough.

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Entry 3: He's gone...

The cyan blue projector sparks into life, an acolyte sits staring into the eyes of the viewer. Five deep cuts that are still in the process of healing run across the left of his cheek and jaw, the wounds from having another Pureblood's talons tear through his flesh. For quite some time he sits still and emotionless, no tension in the muscles of his face, he would seem almost hollow. Eventually tears begin the well up in his eyes and his lip begins to quiver, breaking his silence as he speaks, a tearful tremor in his voice.

"My brother is gone..."

At that point his voice quivers and a whimper almost escapes him, his head falls low and hangs there. Both hands slowly raise to encompass his face, as they raise his arms are trembling and fingers tensed and contorted. Again he falls still for a few moments, aside from the trembling of his hands, his shoulders can be seen heaving a few times yet no sound escapes him. Leaning back in his chair, hands still over his face, talons pressing against his skin a deep exhale can be heard escaping him, emptying his lungs as he composed himself.

The young Pureblood's hands then snap down, palms slapping into his thighs as he bares his teeth and let's out an enraged snarl aimed skyward. The young Pureblood's muscular neck tensed in anger, veins and tendons protruding as he cries out skyward.

"Why?! Why did it have to come to this?!"

Soon the emotion and tension fades from him, slowly he turns to set his gaze into the viewer's eyes and speaks as if he was talking not to the viewer, but to Vorontyr.

"You were the one thing left that I actually cared for, the only one who truly knew what I had experienced... What I felt, and what I thought. And now, now you are gone... Recently I have found my emotions uncontrollable, I almost beat a once close friend to death. When I sat atop him, it wasn't Johran who looked back at me; it was you Vorontyr. Even now I can't escape your madness, your influence, we share the same face and we always have - the only difference now is that I don't recognise myself when I look into a reflection, I see you. Your madness."

An emotional, and near uncontrollable laughter begins to escape the young Pureblood's lips. Head falling back as the maddened cackle escapes him, yet with the ever present under tone of a tearful and tensed voice. As the laugh dies down it explodes a couple of times in the process, before changing into tears. The young male falls forwards, head swinging as he brings his palms up to catch his face. Speaking through gritted teeth and the hands covering his face.

"I don't know how I'll survive this, I can't control my thoughts or passion anymore... Will this be the death of me, of us, of our Household? No, your death can't be for nothing... I have to find a way, there must be something I can do, something that someone can teach me. This is not the end of us!"

Taking his left hand away from his face he reveals the still healing wounds trailing down his face once more, a single vibrant eye looking into the viewer's own as his hand obscures the lens and flicks a switch, the recording flickering closed to an end.

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Entry 4: The Vultures

As the cyan blue projector flickers into life the image of Rendvir can be seen, sitting in front of the camera but looking off into the distance. His image would still be somewhat dishevelled, creases visible on his robes and his hair grown longer. Rather than being neatly slicked back it is now pulled back and tied into a scruffy ponytail. He looks off to the side for a few moments, chewing the inside of his cheek as he formulates his words in his mind. Not yet looking back to the camera he speaks.

"I survived my brother's death. I looked into the abyss and I felt it's call... a maddening, seductive, call. I nearly answered, nearly followed the siren's song. But I resisted, I looked over the ledge and turned away from it. And I am stronger for it."

With that Rendvir turns to look at the camera, now the scarred left side of his face has become visible. The scars running along his cheek, clearly caused by the scraping of a Pureblood's talons. His eyeridges lower somewhat, eyes narrow slightly and a dark smirk crawls across his features; piercing gaze looking into the eyes of the viewer.

"And now... now the vultures circle."

Leaning back in his chair he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a small golden coin, the Horuset sun sigil set upon the coin, turning his gaze to his hand he begins to roll the coin across his knuckles until he catches it between his little and ring finger before using his thumb to slide it under his palm and back over the index finger, creating a near perfect loop. Eyes following the coin.

"It is only natural really, Sith Mohtoni marked me as one of the top Acolytes. Apprentice Cadeus named me his successor as the dominant Pureblood Acolyte, the others will; and rightfully should, strive to kill me to gain this honour. It is why I have begun to sever connections from the majority of Acolytes... I am not here to win a popularity contest."

After a moment or two of silence, and rolling of the coin across the knuckles of his left hand, he turns his gaze back to the viewer. With a flick of his thumb he sends the coin spinning into the air, catching it on his index finger and continuing to roll it across his knuckles, an amused smirk forming across his features.

"My greatest advantage is that I am alone, or that is what people believe, nobody knows my intentions... they fear that. I know of two groups that have already formed, yet done nothing. Every time someone has tried something, they failed. That is because I have agreements, people watching my back from a distance in exchange for protection at the right time. These watchers, they appear to be my rivals; we appear to avoid each other and plot their death. When in fact, it is a facade, it is the plan."

Leaning toward the camera he chuckles slightly, tilting his head to the left as he lowers the coin.

"When the time comes the vultures will stop their circling, and they think they're coming for me. Little do they know that it is I who will come for them."

With that the holo-recording ends, the devilish smirk of the young Acolyte being the last thing seen on this recording.

[Rhysand Sekker]

Entry 5: No smoke without fire.

The cyan blue recording flickers into life, a camera shaking slightly before a young Pureblooded Acolyte steps around and sits in front of the camera, running a hand through his hair as he looks off toward the right of the camera. His lips pulled straight, left side of his face tensing. A look of disdain and annoyance upon his features.

"I realise now my mistake... this was all a game to Lord Tokiai, he never intended to claim any of us as Apprentice despite gifting me a knife as a token of his favour."

Rolling his eyes the young Pureblood sets his gaze back onto the camera then, pulling a long stiletto knife from his robes and using the tip of it to pick at the underneath of his talons.

"I give you this as a sign of my favour, you will return it to me on the day you become my Apprentice... or my Apprentice will claim it from you. A clever lie, I'll admit that he fooled me. Made me think I was his favourite, it is clear to me now though. There's a reason his Apprentice never became Sith despite being feared by all other Apprentices, the same reason why he never claimed Apprentices. Stagnation of the Powerbase favoured him, it allowed him to remain on his pedestal."

With that, the young Pureblood chuckles and throws the dagger off to the side; a series of metallic clangs being heard as it ricocheted across the floor.

"Not that he'll remain on his pedestal for long, Lord Kalkoran plots as always. But more importantly, Lord Saud has returned. I had never seen her before, her power eclipses the others. I chose Lord Tokiai because I thought he was the strongest. I was wrong."

Clicking his tongue he looks away and falls silent for a moment, running his tongue against the sharp canine fangs in a pensive manner. Another toothy smirk comes across his features as he speaks.

"Nobody is saying it, but we all know that the Horuset sun is setting. And I intend to be there for when the new sun rises; I intend to be Lord Saud's apprentice before the day she becomes Darth Horuset... and I doubt I have long."

Fixing his gaze back onto the eyes of the viewer his expression falls deadpan, more serious. His tone remaining warm and welcoming as he speaks.

"I see my path now, Tokiai was never the correct choice... after all we all know that dzis Tokiai an imohtirsi, Saud nayir tadti' iroi." (for smoke to exist, fire must come first.)

With that, the young Pureblood reaches forwards and as his hand obscured the lens the recording finishes.

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Entry 6: Her Betrayal

The cyan blue projection flickers into life, a shirtless Pureblood sitting with most of his upper body bandaged. His hair loose, messy in an extremely uncharacteristic way, his eyes even burning with less passion. His voice sounding disinterested, almost without purpose. Gaze averted from the camera.

"Oh what a fool I was, I fell for a pretty face and a warm voice."

Shaking his head he sighs deeply, still looking away from the camera as he continues.

"I should have known better than to trust, I'm the top Acolyte and my enemy still breathes. Of course plots would form to bring me down. And out of everything, it was the most innocent appearing of things that brought me down... love."

Then the young Pureblood raises his chin, looking directly into the eyes of the viewer. The fires that once burned behind his eyes re-ignite and his voice grows more commanding and purposeful.

"But I've had time to reflect, time to learn from my failures. Amythia made a fatal mistake, she chose love over strength. She chose the one who coddled her over the one who was harsh in order to turn her into the Sith she could one day become. Her failure is fundamental, in the end she was weaker than Feyara... and she disappeared during her trials."

Leaning forwards from his position he grimaces, clearly still somewhat injured, but as he does so he breathes deeply. Fist at his side clenching.

"They made their final mistake, they failed to kill me and revealed their cards. Three versus one, and they still failed. And now I'm coming for them; I will become Lord Saud's Apprentice and be remembered, their names won't even make the history books. I'll make sure of that..."

With that he raises his hand, and the recording flickers and closes.