It's a bird, no its a ship, its a Devaronian?

[Adan Jax]

Adan was ready to fly through the force using his telekinesis it was something he thought about and wanted to do just hasn't attempted to learn it yet, but now was the time. He walked outside where the Academy on Hoth will stand, snow covering his boots and cold air filling his lungs he looked around it was white everywhere and it felt great. He grinned perfect spot to fly. He was by himself as he always liked to train new abilities or learn them. He slowly started to think about lifiting himself from the ground but nothing was happening he closed his eyes and tried again focusing strongly on his telekinesis he felt a little jump or lift you could say but immediately falling back to the white Snowy ground. "Dammit I have to get this, come on now Adan".

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[Astoach]

Astoach gently rested his head upon his pale, clawed hand, with nails driven deep into his cheeks as bitter boredom took its due. His fingers had since wormed beneath the mask, tickling at his face and picking at moles whilst the Devaronian attempted took flight with failing success. Astoach was not supposed to be here, he knew that, the unfamiliar socialites of this new nation had yet to express much to him other than, what he suspected, distrust. He should be working to prove himself, to situate his might as a Grand Protector, rather than isolating himself atop this glacial crag, watching some stranger attempt to levitate himself. Though the comical value was noted, as he watched the fool continue his vain effort, he felt the burn of acidic bile rise to his throat in disgust. That cold air of malevolence had situated itself about him, swirling in ethereal clouts of frosty breezes to none but the most Force-Sensitive, radiating chills of darkening musings that tingled the interconnected perimeter of the web of life.

"Dammit I have to get this, come on now Adan".

“I heard from one Sith Acolyte that it was pain you were to draw upon should you seek power,” called Astoach from the ascended his vestige atop the wall of ice, planted firmly upon its peak in his sleek in black drab of winterized attire. His grisly mask only grew more haunting from afar, the shadowy attire sunken into his flesh like a malformed skull, with rucked up sockets of the void serving as the visage of this Dark Comedy. “It didn’t do much for him, but might that be an avenue for you to obtain what you seek? Or are you just an idealist?” He sunk to his feet, standing in perfected balance upon the glacial cap, snow swirling about his midnight form in sharp contrast, giving him the appearance of a hole in space and time, conjured through a figure-shaped catalyst. In truth, that might just be what he was. "Perhaps you lack the method, or the patience. Or perhaps you simply are too fear-bidden, or vastly encumbered by your own inability. Or maybe it really is just a deep abyss between you and understanding, perhaps I can help bridge it."

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[Adan Jax]

Adan stopped for a second feeling another presence close by he didn't turn to look he ignored it, for he was here to gain power of flight and not be distracted by spectators. He tried again focusing hard this time lifting up off the ground higher than the last time snow flaring and spinning around like a tornado or a hurricane. Though he landed quickly not gaining much time in flight. He landed crashing to his knees. "Holy shit that was close hahah damn good, again." [member="Astoach"]

 

[Astoach]

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Well it was certainly off to a rather sour start, one that initially planted the budding seed of frustration within Astoach. However, he was here to make impressions to express such aggressive pessimism would certainly irk his fellow faction members. Instead, he sat down once again, slowly attempting to cool his irritation in vain peace, only to fester further in his catatonic silence. The horned humanoid continued his failing effort, yet managed, in some odd miracle, to dredge up a semblance of humor from his continuous failure, spurning the reality of hardship with a hearty laugh before continuing. He was making an effort, most certainly, but to simply watch as he continued his absent assault against gravity -- at least in Astoach's view -- it felt hollow. In this hollow, his relation to shame lightly brushed, sparking, and as the fluids of relevance and frustration mixed in a vehemently volatile chemical liquid, spewing fumes of disgust, ire swooned him. "You're not going to get it," he prodded, with his ghastly voice, void of humanity, exhaled from his masked lips. "Even I can see this."

 

[Adan Jax]

Adan looked around now seeing the presence that has been there for an unnerving long time. "Okay here we go again" this time he was going to attempt to run at the presence and jump using his telekinesis and flying over him, if it didn't work oh well crashing into him/her will be fun. [member="Astoach"]

 

[Astoach]

Astoach had begun his approach, trudging his black-clad legs through ankle-deep shores of snow with vigorous patience. His irritation had peaked, prodding him from the overturned nest of winterized rock and congealed snow, and bade him to intrude upon such a hyper self-training orientation. His coat fluttered about him as a light breeze brushed past, kicking up dusty clouds of white in a biting mist, and snaring the tatters of his attire, slapping them to and fro with frenzied abandon, only furthering Astoach's ire as the offbeat rhythm of cloth pounded at his ears. The cloud rose up about him, ensnaring him in a brief setting of frosty fetters that concealed the world around him from his vision, and snipping at his bare flesh, tasting the warmth with eager tongues, awaiting the opportunity to sink into skin in frostbite. Yet just as it began, it parted, exposing the cloudless day upon Hoth, where the sun shone brightly as lazy, opaque clouds drifted overhead, and there too, stood the man, as nonchalant as ever.

Yet, as the Grand Protector approached, the man flung himself at him, leaping high as he attempted to guide his flight with the Force. Astoach watched with at first a minor fraction of awe, impressed, yet felt the shudder of wrath guide his spine again, and his muscles grew taught in stiffening irk as the man sailed overhead. His hand shot out, his long black nails since trimmed to fit away from the cold, yet remained tenderly coated in black layers of cloth, tightly snapping at the devaronian's ankle and attempting to grab on. "Are you listening to me?"

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[Adan Jax]

As Adan flew over The man he felt a tug on his ankle yanking the man up with him. This screwed his concentration and tumbled down with the man under him they both landed in the snow covering them deep to where no one could see them. Adan pissed off now lifted his head jumping out and swing his fire whips every where as the snow started to fly and melt or vaporize in the air. "What the hell is your problem I should kick your ass right now." He looked for the man in the snow. [member="Astoach"]

 

[Astoach]

[member="Adan Jax"]

Astoach soaked deep within his tomb of snow, buried prior his descent. He heard the muffled exclamation, followed by a brief wave of heat as unseen whips, beyond the casket of ice, licked the air in frenzied snaps. He laid their for the moment, taking in the cool scratch of frost against his barren skin, primarily his neck and eyes, where it sunk into the unseen skin and melted beneath the sweaty heat of his taught mask. His eyes squinted shut, allowing the brief wash of cold to alleviate him, to ensnare his ire and swallow it into the depths of artic chill, before he was encumbered by the air of consciousness once more. He snorted, blowing a film of chilly, liquid water from the crevices of his second face, his leather expression, his Polyp, seeping the melted snow like vomit from the split at his chin, and rose from the sepulcher of ice. At the man cracked his whips of flame about, spurting vulgar retorts to Astoach's tactless approach, the Dark Comedy rose stiffly, like a mummified corpse, reanimated from beyond the grave to haunt the living. Perhaps that, indeed, was just what he was.

He sat momentarily, upright and staring forward with dead eyes, and that awfully cold sense of malignancy spewed from his person. Then his head swivelled, like a porcelien doll neck, rigidly fixating upon the devaronian, and staring with the black eyes of the possessed. He remained as such, staring, with no sensation of empathy ever glittering upon his fish-like eyes and simply watched. Then the silence shattered, his form gently erecting from the pale ground in an opaque form of shadow, a cloud of rage, of evil, of death. Perhaps that's just what he really was.

"I wouldn't go threatening people I didn't know, if I were you."

 

[Adan Jax]

Adan stood watching the being come up from the snow, "what the hell are you? Wait who the hell are you is a better question?" Adan stood waiting for the answer from this....thing. [member="Astoach"]

 

[Astoach]

Astoach stood, a lone bastion of madness, black midst the white. He was the Christ of Mania, eroded against the backdrop of shadow and cast, living, into the world of man and here, as he stood, his eyes, ever so foul, ever so wrathful, drilled upon the horned man. He was the absence of life, of existence, the Void of Voids, the humor without breath, a Dark Comedy upon reality and in this recognition of hesitation, the reference of what he was granted a sensation of omnipotence, of godliness. He wanted to feel this, again and again. He took a step forward, ascending from the glacial tench and standing upon even ground with the devaronian Knight, casting a glance of distaste upon him before sight drifted elsewhere, lavishing the horizon, melted with drifts of snow and the caps of black rock. Beautiful, contrasted, just as he was. "No, 'what the hell are you' was the correct inquiry," he replied his hood shuddering in a sudden, brief breeze. "I am your Grand Protector, Astoach. Lord of the Triumvirate Military. Hunter of the Jedi and the Sith."

"Slayer of Younglings."​

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