Xavier slowly enters, his boots quiet upon the ground. He glances around slowly, his face pale, his hair jet black as he pulls back the hood on his grey robe. He takes a few more steps over to what seems to be where recruits are going. He runs his hand back through his hair slowly, pulling his black gloves onto his hands tighter as he crosses his arms over his chest.
He nods to the people in the room. "Xavier Sadow. I've come hoping to be trained as a Sith Warrior.."
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