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About Darth Tanit

  • Birthday 12/28/1989

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  1. I'm alive, I swear, just sick and trying to figure out why the hell I have so many sinus problems when I have no allergies.

  2. I'm still alive, just stupidly busy.

  3. Ludus Summus

    Darth Tanit allowed the moment to pass, standing amidst the kicked up dust and debris from the sudden push that slid her back several feet. The stumble it caused was due in part to the fact that she had not expected the young woman to do such a thing. She stood upright, out of her attack stance and looked at the woman from where she stood, then to her former master and current peer, Darth Verrin. "My friend, it is my judgment that this young woman has potential among the flock. She stood against me without backing down, and gave me her best. To me it means she has some ability to manage her fear. If she can do that now, I imagine that she may yet become a great Sith." Tanit said, praising the woman's efforts and clearly ending her assault. She had seen quite enough and had been satisfied with what she had witnessed. Even with the flaws and mistakes in her stance and approach she chose to press on and do her very best. That in and of itself was enough to the ailing redhead to give her a good mark in her favor. Tanit looked at Miss Tsintah after speaking with Verrin, "You should be proud of how you stood against a superior opponent. One of the most important lessons any aspiring Sith must learn is to control and manage their fear. Fear is the one thing among the Sith that truly causes the most self-imposed chains. Through the power you seek, and with a dauntless approach, those chains will not bind you. Learn that lesson and hold onto it, and you will have a bright future." She offered her hand to the prone figure to help her rise to her feet, "Do not expect the same charity that I have shown you from others though. Be cautious, but remember to work on being in control of your fears and doubts."
  4. Been pretty busy this week. I'll try to get something out ASAP.

  5. I love sinus infections. They're the fucking best.

    1. Varia Octarian

      Varia Octarian

      I just got over one too, it was absolutely horrible.

  6. Ludus Summus

    Tanit was relentless when the initiative was hers, and so she pursued the scrambling woman with her unarmed attacks. The lesson to learn was to defend herself now, as the lesson had changed the moment she drew a blade outside the intended curriculum. Seeing that she had landed the flat palmed strike to the chest, as well as the leg sweep, the balance and center of gravity for Miss Tsintah had changed for the worse. Her pursuit angle was straight, direct, and to the point. Tanit hustled forward with a look on her face like a feral animal, one that had seen battle time and time again and came out of it alive regardless of her condition. She was one of, if not the toughest Sith left in the Remnant in terms of ability to endure pain and punishment. Darth Tanit pushed forward, keeping herself in a guarded striking posture. Teras Kasi was not meant for self-defense, but for overwhelming and aggressive offense. It suited her, and so she was going to show this young woman what it was like to bite off more than she could chew. Perhaps that lesson would get her to be more measured with her ambitions. Her attack was not a strike now, but a push to grapple around the woman's leg to pick her up and slam her down on the ground after lifting her over her shoulder. From there it was only natural to pin her, and end the fight. Provided of course she did not dodge. Were that to be the case and she evaded the grapple, Tanit again would go for the leg sweep then attempt the pin.
  7. Ludus Summus

    Tanit sidestepped the first diagonal slash, and ducked the horizontal to place her center of gravity lower. With her posture this low, she stepped inside the woman's strike zone, close, and instead of igniting her lightsaber she drew the hilt out and intended to use the weighted end as a club. The flurry of strikes caused her to move from side-to-side, taking steps back until the proper opening showed itself. She let the student work though the motions of Form I, watching what looked like desperation. Her body was weak, but to Tsintah's credit she refused to be cowed. That had earned her respect. To be a student facing an impossible task that she did not back away from was more admirable than the small population of acolytes that avoided hardship. Darth Tanit let the vertical attacks come, and by the time the fourth one was raised up, the redhead thrust a flat palm directly into the woman's chest, using enough force that she would likely be winded. The follow up was to be a leg sweep intended to knock the woman to the ground, whereupon the hilt of her lightsaber would be used to club either the left or the right leg, not to break but to bruise heavily. She was intent to drive home the lessons, even with violence. Pain was an excellent teacher. Pain was what had Tanit seeking new ways to ease her pain, to repair her failing body. Blood dripped lightly out of the right corner of her mouth as she grit her teeth. She remained wordless, knowing that the young woman, even if she did not find herself the victim of every maneuver Tanit threw at her, would likely need a moment before the lesson could progress from physical to verbal.
  8. Ludus Summus

    Darth Tanit wrenched lightly again and released the woman's arm from her command, "Remember the pain you feel now, and be gracious that you are able to feel it. You retain both the ownership and use of it, though I could just as easily remove it from your body and remove the temptation to go beyond the parameters of instruction." She continued on. Her tone was still ripe with irritation as she looked at the writhing sobbing figure. This was something that would be conditioned out of the woman if she was going to be able to carry herself forward as a Sith. To show weakness was to invite destruction. At least she was able to answer the question, though she had still disappointed the redhead. She paced for a few moments, letting the training pit calm as she seethed to keep herself from lashing out more aggressively should disappointment be the order for the rest of the day. "You are to learn the basics. Embellishment comes with skill and understanding. As with learning how to harness the Dark Side, attempting too much with the Lightsaber can just as easily destroy you. There have been many students in your position that have maimed themselves pushing too hard. Learn your lessons with measured ambition, Tsintah, or you will see yourself undone." Tanit finished her admonishing lesson. It was an important one to learn, one she learned harshly herself. Pain and the fear of pain were often the best motivators and the keys to success for acolytes and those hopefuls that wished to become acolytes. Darth Tanit now swam deeply in pain on a constant basis, and with it she tapped the Dark Side to try and knit some of the easier internal wounds together. A hard bloody cough followed her anger fueled lecture. The cloth had not been lifted in time, and blood splattered onto the ground. Tanit spat the rest and wiped her mouth with the cloth, "Stand up, stop your sobbing, and show me how much you want to learn. This time I will not be holding back on you. It was a mistake to teach you without consequence. Come at me." She was firm with her direction. Tanit assumed a stance with which Darth Verrin was quite familiar. It was the defensive posture for Teras Kasi, the martial art which Tanit had elected to specialize in during her formative Sith years. The danger of the form was that it had been carefully constructed to keep one's mind as a blank slate to those attuned to the Force. This was to keep the practitioner from telegraphing their attack vectors and defensive maneuvers to those with precognitive abilities. The secondary danger though, was Tanit's bone-crushing physical power. She stood in wait, ready to counter and attack against the simplicities of Form I. Now she was intent on driving home the lesson in the attack zones on the body with anguish rather than a loose leash.
  9. Ludus Summus

    There was a sensory twinge, an irritation that Tanit could feel watching the woman go through the motions. She did not break contact with her, having been given that same feeling before in the Force. It was not difficult to place, and while she was watching her caution and alertness was rewarded. The flash of a metal blade and the swing of the lightsaber. Both of them from different directions but both of them blunted by the precognitive warnings that those attuned to the Force were granted. Now her irritation had elevated to pure anger. She had granted this woman the instructives all students should have with her own time, and chose to attempt to break form. Darth Tanit dashed backwards and glowered like a scorned professor. The student had some nerve, and she was not going to stand by and watch this overly ambitious attempt get someone killed because they felt they could impress someone with creativity. Now was the time to teach another lesson to Kai, and that was to teach that nobody was beyond reproach. Tanit grasped at the Dark Side, drawing its power into her body and channeled its power directly into Tyro Tsintah's shoulder and forearm on the same limb that held the knife. She held her hands out, squeezing firmly to cause maximum pain to her victim, "You are here to learn velocities and proper technique for Form I, not to draw a secondary weapon and make a fool of yourself." She admonished firmly. Tanit began to twist the grip she had on the arm, slowly, not attempting to break it rather trying to instill into her that her arm was in peril, "If you consider yourself so adept that you can draw a second blade, then what use is my instruction? You choose to ignore the basics. Maybe you would be better suited to learning the simple fundamentals of lightsaber combat if you had only one arm. Adversity breeds strength, or culls the weak. Tell me, Miss Tsintah, who does this arm belong to? Do you want to be strong or do you want to be culled from the flock for your ignorance?" She asked, wrenching lightly in order to cause more pain, "Choose your answer wisely." her voice and glare was full of venom as she continued her use of the Force.
  10. Back home, post later tonight or tomorrow.

  11. Ludus Summus

    Tanit sidestepped the attack with, for how she had been in the past, rather startling speed. In doing so, she pushed herself beneath the blade and the arms swinging downward and instead of hitting with her full strength she left the back of her fist against the woman's face in a gesture of attack but not an actual attack. Her other hand went up and intercepted the clutched weapon, holding it with frightening strength for a woman of her stature and apparent health. "Body zone one, the head, and by extension the neck. Clearly, this is the most vitally protected zone of attack. To lose your head is obviously the end of your life. While the fundamental tenets of Shii-Cho are meant to be used non-lethally, as it was created by the Jedi, it still teaches each area of the body as a position to attack. The reason behind this was that the very first form was created at a time when the Jedi were transitioning from traditional swords to the earliest protosabers which had their powerpacks strapped to belts." Tanit was educating not only in the manner of Shii-Cho's use, but in the basic history of the form. To understand one's self as a warrior was to understand their methods. Should this woman pursue the path of the warrior, then it was up to Tanit to offer her a head start to make sure that she carried the Sith on strong independent shoulders. "When you raised your weapon to attack you telegraphed your motions with your eyes. While I do not expect perfection from a new student, one of your best allies will be your mind. Battles can be won by simply outmaneuvering your opponents rather than overpowering them. Try to focus your mind on the goal and not the process. You raise your weapon, but you raise it and it seems as though you are not fully confident in your ability to learn it. Feel the blade. Your eyes will betray you, but the Force will not. Center your mind on the lightsaber. If you attack without using your eyes, then you will be that much harder to read. Now, return to the base stance and try again." She said, putting herself back in a neutral stance in order to resume the lesson in the hands-on approach she had started with.
  12. Posting will resume soon.

  13. Ludus Summus

    Darth Tanit nodded in agreement with Verrin's words. There was a time when she was capable of relying on strength to break any of her chains, but those days were when she was merely a Master, and her peers were as one-dimensional as she had been. It was around that time though, that she realized her flaw was not being fast enough to compete with more rounded warriors. Being that she had built herself up as a defensive and immovable object, the thought had been she would simply bend but not break. The case was a lot more bending than she would have preferred to have done, and her body paid for it. That the student was willing, no, eager, to face her, was refreshing. While she might not look like much now with her deathly pallor, she was not a pushover by any means. She was perhaps, at least at her peak, one of the most physically adept Sith in the Remnant. While not at her peak currently, she was more than capable still. "The first principle of learning lightsaber combat comes with at least working knowledge of Form I, called Shii-Cho. It teaches you things like striking zones, and the basics of blaster deflection and footwork. These are your fundamentals. You use all of them to build on the more advanced forms. Even though Shii-Cho is very basic, it can be a reliable option to fall back on when more advanced techniques are not working." She offered as a lecture. Her voice was ragged, but her words carried with it the knowledge she had gained over her time as a Sith. While the ability to metaphorically move mountains can have a monumental effect, sometimes the solution to a problem was as simple as a spark of electricity or crushing someone's fingers with the Dark Side. Tanit pulled out her old and battered looking Lightsaber, the first she had claimed from a victory and had used ever since. It was functional, even though the form was nothing to look at. It had seen plenty of action, but the internal mechanisms were in perfect order. The red blade snapped to life. "I will not be using my weapon when we spar, but follow my motions. Take your dominant foot and place it behind you. The reason for this is so that you are free to step forward, to follow through with aggression like Form I asks of the practitioner. Shii-cho is meant to be a constant barrage of aggressive steps and horizontal or vertical attacks. Very basic, simple, and to the point." She offered a demonstration of the footwork, "The weapon should be held with both hands at hip height, directly in front of your navel and at a forty-five degree angle. From there you have the option to slash horizontally..." which she demonstrated while stepping forward and bringing a very quick slash across before stepping back into her basic stance, "Or you could come down vertically..." Which was also demonstrated. The redhead deactivated her weapon and put it away, "Go through those motions and once you are comfortable with that you can come at me while I teach you the zones of control and attack."
  14. Ludus Summus

    Darth Tanit returned the gesture, having taken from Verrin's training that a Sith need not sever off their ability to feel emotion other than hatred or anger. True, hate and anger were often the easiest and most potent feelings that the Sith could draw upon in order to bend the Dark Side to their will, but there was certainly some merit in remaining open to the full spectrum. Tanit put a hand on her former master's arm after she was released and smiled. Her skin had grown more pale than when she first started her training. A sickly luminescent tone that belied her physical state. Power though she had, her body was deteriorating beyond her capabilities. The wounds of a life of unchecked aggression and tactless battle without caution had finally caught up with her. "No rise is complete without the work required to do such a thing." She said, the rasp in her voice sounding quite painful. Tanit reached out telepathically to her former master, "When my body gives up entirely. For now, the pain gives me focus to pursue the craft I neglected in my warrior training. When the time comes, I will seek the help I need." She projected, emotionless. A moment later she looked down to the woman who remained on her knees, "Rise." she motioned with a hand. "There should be more students that show such proper signs of respect and deference. Remember, though, you are being trained as a Sith. Show respect, but do not become a desperate sycophant. Respect is one thing, but such obsequious behavior is easy to read as disingenous." Tanit said, a hard rattling cough catching up with her nearly before she could cover with the handkerchief. The stains of blood had set from repeated use, and by the looks of things the previously white fabric had been used for some time now. "Once you have learned the basics of simple Lightsaber use, you should give consideration to what path you will follow. To learn a form, and truly master it, takes many years of dedication and patience. It is best to take into consideration what it is you seek out of your Lightsaber. There are many paths, each of them strong in their own right. Do you wish to be an unstoppable force, or an immovable object? Do you want rigidity and strict focus on form and footwork, or would you prefer something more relaxed and open to interpretation? The choices you make as an acolyte are some of the most important ones you will make in the Academy. None of them should be taken lightly. Your success relies on your mind, just as much as it does your body." Tanit said, straining through the physical pain to deliver some nugget of wisdom she had gleaned from her experience. It was not perfect, but the point was an important one that she learned along the way. She looked the woman over once more and then back to her former master, "Since Darth Verrin praises me so highly, I feel as though it would be a missed opportunity if I did not assist him in teaching you the fundamentals. If he will allow me, I would like to go through the paces with you on what you have learned already." Tanit said, both of her hands clasped together behind at her lower back. She stood fairly formally and while she did not expect any protest from her former master, she could understand if Miss Tsintah had reservations about facing what Verrin had labeled a true warrior.
  15. Ludus Summus

    Darth Tanit often enjoyed observing the education of the students in the Dathomirian academy. In her time on the planet her health had taken a sour turn, showing more of her wear and tear than she had prior ot the Empire's collapse. She liked to think that the problem was caused by witnessing her fleet collapsing in the defense over Bastion, but she knew that it was the humid atmosphere. Jungles bred disease, and in a compromised body it was only natural that the heat and moisture would cause problems that only compounded with her previous health issues. Still, she was no slouch. What most of the students had lacked, had been motive, drive, and they were naught but fodder. Though there were some flashes of brilliance, the impressions that many left had not imparted on her a lasting sense of confidence in their abilities. Of course, those more vocal students would have called her expectations unreasonable, that she was too harsh. Those students were likely the ones to die in the jungles trying to complete some menial trial that those more focused students would do without question. The silent Acolytes were the ones that more often than not festered with a hatred that was planted by the Overseers. That they were feeling such a thing was the greatest step. To harness one's own anger and rage was to harness the Dark Side. Those were the students she hoped to see ascend to service in the Order. Darth Verrin was lecturing, much like he always did when in the presence of the Acolytes. The man had a knack for educating others that she seemed to have lacked. Her previous attempts at taking an apprentice had fallen by the wayside, though not entirely by her own hand. Those that she had intended to shape into warriors ended up vanishing more often than not. While the rumors might have told that she killed them for some minor disappointment, she had matured since then and had taken on a more conservative and measured response to such things. Tanit raised a handkerchief to her mouth and coughed into it. The sound rattled in her scorched lungs. Bloody spittle spattered on the bloodstained white cloth. It was more severe than it ever had been and was continuing to progress at the crawling pace of a vine growing over an abandoned building. Tanit observed from the side of the pit. Heavy armor she had been known for prior was discarded for lighter Sithspawn leather. It fit well, offered the promised protection, and allowed her to blend in among the students more readily than a battered suit of heavy metal armor. She wore no cloak, and in the light her skin gave off an unsettling pallor that was only accentuated by her dark red hair. She wiped the blood from her lips and put the cloth back into the pouch on her belt. There was something refreshing about watching combat training, even just the fundamentals. Only through the basics could someone hope to become more. In that manner, she had to respect the method. Allowing one to feel even the slightest amount of pain for their failings was all the motivation needed to close up that gap. That was how she learned, and it was, to her, the best approach to getting those in their combat training to commit those lessons to memory. "The chains that bind are only weaknesses if you allow them to dominate you." Tanit said, her voice sickly, wounded, as she walked down into the pit. She did not quite catch the topic of discussion, but the idea of chains binding one to weakness was the most common thread that Darth Verrin taught students he interacted with. There was truth in his words. Those who bound themselves to their weaknesses were not free, and could not know the freedom of the Dark Side without first breaking those chains. There were, of course, weaknesses that could not be overcome. She was an example of that. The Dark Side could only do so much to hold a body together. Tanit channeled her pain and anguish into the Force, turning the Dark Side toward patchwork healing her body with the power it granted. It was always temporary, the Dark Side never granted its power without taking from the user. The more she patched up her failing body the harder it had become to do just that. Darth Tanit looked at the student, then to Darth Verrin, and back. "Your current instructor is wise, and you would be wise to take all of his advice to heart. He has lived through numerous regime changes and conflicts that have destroyed lesser Sith. It pleases me to see a student listen so intently to his words. Pardon my interruption, Darth Verrin..." She said, looking at the young woman while speaking to her former master. She had not introduced herself quite yet. She liked to see how someone took her current appearance more than anything. While her was definitively sickly, the power of the Dark Side was never to be underestimated. She was still a powerful Sith. "Young woman, would you be so kind as to tell me your name?" Tanit asked, curious to know the name of the student that had actually pulled her attention. Again, she coughed into the handkerchief, pain wracking her body as she did so. Blood expelled into the cloth once more, and though her expression had soured she had simply accepted that this was what her life had become.