I inteded to do good. I wanted to be like Christopher Lee aka Lord Dooku. The charismatic and reasonable Sith Lord. Then I got my Companion. He likes killing. Causing pain. And me being an uber-douchenosil. I like to be liked by my companion. Seeking my companion's approval has corrupted me. Gradually from Neutral to Dark Side 1 and when I killed some harlot in cold blood and enjoying it - *puff* my good looks were history - I just reached Dark Side 2. I'm a greyskinned, droopy eyed, veiny mess.
I'm so ugly, I feel like doing good to make up for my looks. Have some inner beauty. Then again, I could just kill everybody, get an even ebony skintone and vibrant red-glowing eyes. For a moment or two, I seriously considered rerolling. I hate my ugly face! Somebody hand me a friggin' helmet already. I might just take a shit on my companion's face and become a goody-two-shoes. Should do wonders for my complexion.