The Personal Holocron of Isaah Tristan Godfrey v.1
Introduction: Greetings, fellow Sith. This holocron is the personal record of Isaah Tristan Godfrey, follower of the Darkside. It holds records, direct quotes, and twisted alchemical testing, so prepare yourselves for a wild ride through the intense, horrifically maniacal dealings of a corrupt, nearly insane being.
Entry #00001- Initial Recording.
Static crackled for abit before the image of a man cloaked in pure white robes took shape, at first broken apart by a static-looking wave, finally taking shape to make the figure of Isaah. He placed a chart down on a nearby table before turning to focus on those watching the holocron. His face wasn't visable underneath his hood, only the rough outline of the lower side of his chin, including his lips.
"This is the personal recording of Isaah Tristan Godfrey, a man loyal to the Sith, and only the Sith. My training has begun, but I feel that my master is somewhat.. inexperienced compared to the other candidates. However, I accepted him because he was the first to make an offer, and I felt I could get along with him." Isaah's words were slow and steady, calming, and cool, in a bizzare way that one couldn't begin to imagine.
He shifted his weight to the left, crossing his arms over his chest, possibly thinking about what else to say, looking oddly fierce for the position he stood in, "I'm set on an order already. I think my skills are best suited as an Inquisitor, for they specialize in my favorite areas. I'm sorry my entry can't be more impressive, but I don't have much to talk about at the moment. The next update is coming soon." Isaah reached his hand forward, leaning in abit, seemingly touching the holocron to turn it off.
His body crackled with static, fading into a bluish abyss, before dissappearing entirely with a slight metallic click.
Statement: Isaah had to leave for his training. He apologizes for his short debut a moment ago, and he promises to make up for it in his next appearance. This is The Personal Holocron of Isaah Tristan Godfrey signing out.
Isaah
Statement: Isaah Tristan Godfrey, the one loyal to only the Sith, is readying to make a second entry in his personal holocron. I apologize in advance if the information isn't quite up to par.
Entry #00002- A New Development.
The all-to-familiar crackle of static sparked to life as Isaah jumped to life before your eyes. He was leaning forward, activating the holocron, and now stood upright, looking directly at you. "I've been working on something lately, a chemical, if you will, that heightens physical performance tenfold. Only animal testing at the moment, but if they pass the test, then I'll personally undergoe the test myself." His eyes seemed to have a slight sparkle instead of their usual lifelessness.
His skin glew a eerie purplish black, bizarre when compared to his specie's usual golden yellow. A sharp howl rang out, gnarling and biting, scraping and gashing in the distance. Isaah looked quickly to the side, away to the right from the holocron's standpoint, "What the-" he began. His eyes widened noticably before he quickly crouched down, some bizarre beast hurling over his ducked head. A second, which came as a surprise to Isaah, tackled him from behind, he let out a scuff as the three of them went off-screen.
"Son of a b-" he began but was interrupted by a sharp bark, one that pierced into your soul. A snapping sound, as if bone was broken roughly, echoed for a moment, before Isaah was pushed back on screen by the strange beast. He held off the creature, each hand pushing against the beast's jaws, keeping it's gnarling teeth from dicing into his own flesh. Isaah let out a bloodhungry shout as he ferociously ripped his arm upwards, snapping the beast's upper jaw back, killing it instantly.
Isaah, somewhat covered in blood, most of it his own, turned back to the holocron, breathing heavily, holding his right elbow. He chuckled, "Well, I guess it's not ready for human trials." he joked before leaning forward and turning off the holocron.
