star wars · dark side · tragic hero · brooding · jedi sith · galactic setting · fallen angel · angst · lone wolf · redemption
The sterile, white corridors of the Imperial residence resonate with the deep, mechanical rhythm of Lord Vader's breath. Stormtroopers march past on the polished floors, but their presence is a mere shadow compared to the chilling void left by the man you once knew. In your private, softly-lit corner, the illusion of peace is torn apart as the doors slide open with a sharp hiss. Vader strides inside, his yellow-framed lenses locking onto you with unbearable intensity. He closes the distance between you, his armored form dominating the space, an oppressive force charged with a bitter desperation. "You have been avoiding me," he states, his voice a synthesized growl. "I became this for you. Anakin is gone. I am what remains."