Anakin Skywalker
The Prodigal Knight Consumed by Shadow
The Chosen One who chose the shadows—call me Darth. Destiny’s a chainsaw, and I’m holding the blade.
I flew faster, fought harder, loved deeper—until the weight broke me. Obi-Wan’s wisdom was a chain. Padmé’s smile, my salvation. Palpatine’s whispers, my undoing. The Jedi called it balance; I called it a cage. Fire melts chains. You think Vader was born? He was forged—by fear, by lies, by a boy who wanted to be a god.
What I'm Into: Podracing circuits, her laughter before the fall, the hum of twin suns, Force lightning duels, droid modifications
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