A Winter's Ball (Open, RP Thread)

[Aithne Charr]

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Hoth System, Hoth​

Confederacy Capital Compound​

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The base was something of a odd sort, for any who found their way to it. There was the chance that some would probably have never seen it without the sensor ping being given off. The reason for such though was no worry to those who found their way to its hanger on the frozen world as for in fact it was that of a peaceful reason. The Confederacy, a small and miniscule group with a larger dream had looked towards the stars and extend its reaches out to invite all who wanted a quiet and peaceful night to spend it there. And just as had been spoken it was achieved. Even the weather cooperating to allow a relatively easy journey to the base's hanger.​

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Once within those would be greeted to a beautifully crafted and maintained main hall, its reaches crafted to display a sense of beauty and power, yet keeping a artistic feel that worked with everything in the room. It was nothing to be overly impressive but it till would be worth a moment's look at how it could be seen as something more than captivating for those who were not normally around such. In some ways it almost was meant to mimic a throne room yet at the end where the windows provided a glance out into the icy cliffs that caught the light of the fading day, it would be clear the chair was never used.​

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One of the side corridors led to the dining hall. Where a open floor and tables laying around it allowed for those to sit, eat or take in the music that had been prepared for those that would arrive. Just as beautiful in the sense of its architecture as the main hall, it boasted a much quieter feel too it when coupled with the coloring of the room and that of the sound flowing from the music. Reaching towards that of the other reaches of the compound even in its soft sound.​

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Leading up some stairs from the Dining hall would be the Compound's library, containing files from all genres of the written word. Be it information on a planet to a collection of poetic works, it held a great variety. Still within range of the music it holds just as peaceful an atmosphere, yet all the more silent due to its distance even if by a small amount.​

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And from there, across the walkway on the opposite end of the compound than the dining hall. Was one of the most expansive rooms of it. A garden that stretched and encompassed a great deal of space. It was nothing more than a collection of beauty and art in a form that was natural in every way. Solan smiled as he looked out of one of the windows kept in the garden, watching from there the hanger and seeing what guests might arrive to this little relaxation from a galaxy at war. It was something that he hoped would not draw its face here.​

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None the less though his hand touched at the sleeves of his suit. A simple dark suit, nothing special to it and even his saber was missing from it for once. He hoped that no one would create a conflict here but he was more than certain that it could be calmed if such did happen.​

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[member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Ydrin"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"] [member="Sofia Annesley"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Jericho"] [member="James Justice"]​

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OOC Thread - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71514-a-winters-ball-open-thread​

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[Nyx]

Nyx was never a fan of dresses.​

Which is why she constantly adjusted the sleek black dress she had bought the week prior on Ord Mantell, trying to make sure it looked alright. It hugged her tightly, and ended above her knees, leaving the tattoos on her arms and legs in the open for all to ogle. She had never bought a dress before, but when she got the invitation from [member="Solan Charr"], she made sure to get something nice. The street rat had arrived in a rental shuttle, and had immediately made her way to the dining hall, knowing she would need plenty of drinks to make herself feel better wearing this damned thing. It had cost her two job's worth, and she was going to make sure she utilized it, for better or worse.​

She craved the feeling of the familiar weight of her sword on her back as she grabbed a glass filled with some strange liquid she didn't recognize. This was not her element, and anyone who gave her even a cursory glance would clearly see that. She was far more comfortable killing punks than making small talk. She sighed as she once more straightened the dress.​

Hopefully, she could at least enjoy herself, once her nervousness wore off.​

 

[Krux Mullarus]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAOMyZfWioE[/youtube]​

Perhaps it was his recent rise to power that peaked Mullarus' interest in such a formal occasion, especially one out on Hoth in the outer rim hosted by a group called the "Confederacy of the Outer Rim". Who knows? Maybe Krux could find an ally in them. After all, Krux was taking a break from battle and warfare for a while after his most recent encounter with his grandfather, the new scars on his body needing time to heal.

Dressing himself in some fancy clothing branding the symbol of the Empire on it, Krux piloted his Charger-class Assault Freighter out to Hoth, with his lover and companion, [member="Darth Azurea"], in the co-pilot seat. Once they had arrived, Mullarus flew the starship to the coordinates he received when he heard about the event. Considering Hoth's reputation around the galaxy for some of the most inclement weather in the outer rim, when his starship speared through the thick clouds, painting the world below a rather depressing shade of grey, he was surprised to see very little snow falling from the sky.

He couldn't help but turn his head to his lover and smile, "Look at this. I don't know if you've ever been to Hoth, Setzi, but this looks...a lot better than what I expected from a frozen wasteland." His hand guided the joystick to dock his starship into the hangar. Once they touched down, he stood up and offered to take his companion's hand. "May I?" he asked, though he was pretty certain he knew what she would say.

After their short trek from the hangar, they would arrive at the Main Hall. Kruk looked around curiously, admiring the majesty of the room. He wondered if they looked too much like Sith. Sure, his suit had Imperial logos on it, even his lightsaber was only tucked in on the inside of his suit jacket, but perhaps today, they could just be Krux and Setzi and not Knight Mullarus and Darth Azurea to the people here at the Ball.

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

She supposed you could call her a bodyguard.
It wasn't entirely accurate. She wasn't overt in her protection of her charge, she wasn't by his side, she didn't even arrive at the same time. In fact, she didn't even know who it was. Her overseers had described her charge well, so she would know him when she saw him, but she was never told his name, to ensure she could not divulge it if captured and tortured for information. Apparently, he was a rather big deal. The life of an assassin was never easy.
So it for that reason Nox found herself on Hoth, sipping a non-alcoholic drink in a form-fitting white dress at a Prince's ball. The assassin's corrupted yellow eyes observed her environment carefully, observing all factors. The staff seemed innocent enough, she had ruled them out as threats. Her training allowed her to blend in to such an event easily, appearing completely relaxed and in her environment. Her white dress ended just below her knees, with slits in the sides showing her tattooed legs.
She knew not what would come this night. She had yet to meet the host, [member="Solan Charr"], but was sure he would make at least a cursory introduction. She had heard stories of him, and knew him to be kind-hearted. Even though that sickened her, it served her purpose here. She had hidden her Force aura, the only clue to her true nature being her corrupted sickly eyes. Though she would remain vigilant, she would make sure to at least enjoy herself a little.
She deserved it, after all.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Spoiler

It had been while since Sofia was last invited to a social function, much less a ball. [member="Solan Charr"] was the host of the ball she was invited to. She had never met the man but was excited for the ball nonetheless.

Sofia was not the best when it came to hair and makeup and spent an hour and a half on making herself look presentable. She had kept her make up simple, sticking to netural tones for her eyes, a volumising and lengthening mascara for her eyes and a 'my lip but better' shade for the lips. Her skintone was even so there was no need for foundation. For her hair, she styled it in a half up do with an antique barrette that matched her dress and loose curls, a simple yet sophiscated hairstyle. It was a nice change to be a lady rather than a soldier for a little while.

Sofia got out of her hired carriage with assistance from the footman and entered the building. The main hall was breathtakingly beautiful. Of all the balls she had attended so far, this had one of the most beautiful venue. Sofia stood in the main hall mesmerised by its beauty. Once she had finished looking, she headed down the end of the main hall and made her way into the dining hall.

The dining hall was equally beautiful, illumiated by candles. Sofia headed towards a table and poured herself a non-alcholic beverage. She did not drink as she did not like the idea of being in a compromised state of mind.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

There was only one thing a girl needed to know about picking out a dress for a ball on Hoth: wear something warm! But of course Setzi also wanted to look elegant for Krux so she purchased a dyed Kholot fur dress with a plummeting neckline. Her hair was swept up, bangs to the side. The bodice of the dress was generous enough to admit the subtle curve of her belly where she was carrying Darth Pyrrhus's child.

Spoiler

In the Assault Freighter, next to her companion Knight Mullarus, she also surveyed Hoth's surface through the ship's viewscreen.

"I've not been to the planet before," she said. "But I see what you mean." Like Krux, for some reason, she pictured the both of them trying to navigate through a raging snow storm as they descended to the planet. But the grey and white landscape was quite serene. For awhile, she was hypnotized by the vast, frozen expanse of the ice world, only to be broken from her reverie by the ship gliding into land.

"May I?" asked Krux.

"Of course," she said. Setzi placed her slender, gloved hand into the Sith Knight's. After a cold, brisk walk through the hangar and into the fortress-like palace, the pair of darksiders entered the Main Hall, which was breathtakingly beautiful. The dazzling brightness of the snow outside cast an angelic glow into the room through the wide windows and from the ceiling. Setzi immediately felt a variety of Force presences - both light and dark. Setzi leaned towards Krux and whispered into his closest ear: "It seems we are on neutral ground here. Don't you think?"

[member="Knight Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Krux's eyes darted around the hall curiously. He nodded in response to the whisper his lover gave to him, responding in a soft, quiet voice as to not disturb the elegant music playing, "Indeed. The Force is strong here on Hoth, and not just in the Dark Side. There are Jedi around. If we play our cards right, maybe they won't feel thirsty for Sith blood today.

"In the meantime...may I have this dance?" he smiled, turning to her as the song began to change to a bit of a slower-paced one. He stared down deeply into her gold-hued eyes with enough passion to make a Sith shudder with pleasure.

[member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfDg7Vz8Ow4​

Setzi turned to Krux, and after he spoke, answered: "I have no doubt that whatever happens you'll protect me and vice versa. But honestly it's difficult to imagine carnage in such a beautiful setting." Although once during a ball on Mindabaal, she had attended a gala for the Sith which turned out to be a blood bath, ending up in the execution of a royal family.

At the suggestion they dance, the brunette Sith Lord's face lit up, bright like the non-existant sun on cloud-covered Hoth. "Oh how lovely," she said, gently taking his hand again. There was no one else on the ballroom floor, but the two of them. She'd never danced with Krux, but as the music swelled, she wrapped her hand around his waist, fingers resting on his lower back. With the other hand, she moved their other arm into a waltz position. Any bare skin of his that brushed against any part of her long gown would be treated to the softest caress of fur.

[member="Knight Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICqGpVVfN0Q[/youtube]​

Krux had not only never danced with Setzi before either, he had never actually danced before. The only experience he had was watching others dance in movies and reading descriptions of it in books. She looked like she knew what she was doing, however, so he carefully followed her steps and held his hands on her hips. He didn't want to look away from her beautiful gaze, but he had to glance down to make sure he wasn't going to trip over her feet. It was clear he would look nervous, but he wanted to look like he cared and wanted Setzi to be happy. Girls liked to dance like this, right? The sudden ray of sunshine emitting off of her face seemed to agree.

He was less bothered by the fact that they were the only two on the dance floor, but as they began, some other anonymous people would start to join them out on the floor, making Krux a bit more comfortable with the situation. Once he started getting a rhythm for the steps she was taking in her elegant dance, he wouldn't glance down at her feet as much, his dark blue eyes beginning to get lost in hers. This little break Krux was taking was sure paying off. There was still a bit of stinging on the long scar on his right cheek every now and then, but he ignored it. There was nothing that made Krux want to end this moment.

[member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

Kiber walked into the hall and took in his surroundings. It was rare that he received an invitation to attend anything, let alone a ball. He felt out of place in his black tuxedo and would have rather come along in his armour, but that would have been inappropriate. He ordered a drink from the bar and sat down at an empty table, happy to sit back and relax. He hoped that some of his comrades from Justice Shipping would make their way here - at least he would have people to talk to, and not be sitting around as a mute. Taking a sip, he wondered what he would have been doing if he had not come - probably updating his bounty index some more and then having a nice quiet evening at home on Mandalore.

"It's definitely a nice looking place. Someone must have plenty of credits," he said to himself, as he took another sip and relaxed in his seat.

 

[Olan Teff]

After all that has happened lately, the Spacer need a breather from his life. What better way than to go to a party!

It felt...unusual being in a dress suit. The only thing that did not feel Alien on him was the bright crimson sash he wore with it. Probably was easy to see the younger man's natural unease in this attire. Let alone surrounded by those whom were of higher born than he, or of greater wealth.

So he did the sane thing.

He went to the dining hall to load up on alcohol. Spending the first few minutes of his entire stay in the beautiful Capitals internals, doing his best to try to loosen his mind off the plights of life and this uncomfortable feeling.

Fighting a madman with a knife, while blinded and in a closet is less daunting than this...

Taking to a window, he looked outside at the wonderous weather outside. It was awe inspiring to him. The light from the window would make him seem unusual in the dark royal blue suit he chose for this occasion. Kind of tacky, but he wasn't one whom was good with that whole 'fashion' thing.

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Well, this was certainly interesting.
She watched [member="Olan Teff"] make a beeline for the dining hall, specifically the table with alcoholic drinks. Her trained eyes locked onto him and broke him down like the huntress she truly was. She recognized the walk, that of a troublemaker, a man used to doing whatever he wanted, damn the consequences. She had ended the lives of many like him, watching as their arrogance left their eyes as they bled out. She wouldn't be doing that, of course, as she did not wish to blow her cover; but that didn't mean she couldn't interact with anyone at all. On the contrary, doing so would allow her to blend in more than just sitting on the sidelines, doing nothing.
So with an objective in mind, Nox sauntered over, sipping at her drink, the light from outside reflecting on her pure white dress, her sickly yellow eyes staring at him. She stopped next to him, observing the outside with him. It rather reminded her of Hoithea.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" She purred. "It is rare for me to ever visit Hoth. I find the environment quite interesting. Inhospitable, yet strangely alluring. Do you agree?"

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Walking down the ramp of the Slight of Hand in measured strides, polished brown leather shoes clicking against the metal surface beneath his feet, Ydrin was dressed in a form fitting light grey suit, fastened at the top button, one perfectly tailored to his muscled form. Beneath the grey suit, he wore a pressed and crisp white shirt accompanied by light navy tie. Mismatched purple eyes, one with a black stained sclera, flickered around the hanger, searching for any threats against Ydrin's person.

It had been a point of private contention for Ydrin as to whether or not he would attend the ball being hosted on Hoth, the fact that it had been addressed to him as Heir of the noble family he had once belonged to until he had disowned them from his life, exiling himself, had almost finalized the decision immediately without hesitation. He would of refused, if not for the simple acknowledgement of the fact that while he may have resources to survive alone, that did not mean it would be beneficial for him to do so. The effects of isolation had effected him before and he no wish to allow himself to spiral into depression once more. The points, distancing himself from his past and avoidance of depression, had fought but the medical side of his mind had one to bout in the end.

Stepping over the threshold of the main hall, Ydrin cast his gaze around the ostentatious splendor before him with an air of disinterest. It was a view similar to that which he had been around for the majority of his life. The entire room was formed out of shining marble and finely cut stone. A black and white pattern was laid out on the floor, set around a centering dais of gold. Stark black columns lined with white veins rose to the arching ceiling where red tapestries hung. Above Ydrin was a large skylight that ran along the center of the room, stopping just before the raised platform. Upon the raised platform sat a gold and red throne.

Turning away from the sight, Ydrin turned towards where the smell of food and the sound of music drifted on the air from. Shoes clicking sharply on the marble, hands in pockets and slouching slightly, Ydrin walked into the Dining Hall, heading for the open bar that ran along one wall. Absentmindedly taking in the scenery around him, creating a mental map where he marked the locations of everyone he saw. He easily ignored the splendor of the white and grey marble and hanging chandeliers.

Grasping a drink, Ydrin lent against one of the table scattered around the large room and cast his gaze around, searching for something that would catch his interest. Very quickly a woman with thick, shoulder length, black hair wearing a dress of a similar colour that clung to her lithe form and ended just above her knees. Intricate, dark tattoos weaved their way around her arms and legs, cast in contrast against her skin. It was not her appearance that drew his interest, merely his attention. His interest was drawn by the aura of danger that seemed to cling to her.

Walking over to the woman, Ydrin slid into the seat next to her, placing his drink down onto the table as he did so. "Might I know the name of such a beautiful woman?" His voice was soft, his refined accent giving a unique undertone.


[member="Nyx"]

Ydrin's Outfit:

Spoiler

 

[Olan Teff]

[member="Nox"]

The voice which intruded on his thoughts and ripped his eyes from the white wonderland outside, had a just as stunning owner. Her white dress the same color of the snow outside.

Olan was a strange one. Instead of roving his eyes all over her like many men, he would lock eyes on her. His blue and brown a stark contrast to her yellow. Enthralled would be a great way to express how he did not blink and just stared into her eyes a long moment. Mouth somewhat agape.

Remembering himself he chuckled gently and put a hand up to his neck. A warm smile crossing his features. Making the scars along his jaw smile just as much.

"I've only been here once before-but I agree. The danger alone is an attractive feature to me...for some reason..." Looking to the window again. "I feel at peace, when I look at it. Deserts do the same thing to me."

Shaking his head gently, he made that fiery blond hair on his head fray around. "Forgive me, I should have asked your name first." He goes silent, thinking a fraction of a second.

"Atleast that is what I think I was supposed to do. I do not really grasp...ettiqutte very well."

Realizing he may have made himself the fool, he quickly shut himself up with a sip of his drink.

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Ah, someone who was uncomfortable with being here. It was obvious, with his need to grasp at etiquette, and his numerous nervous body movements. Nox enjoyed making someone somewhat uncomfortable. She spent her time among Sith Lords of near unimaginable power, it was nice to be the intimidating one for once.
Her laugh at his comment rang like crystal glass, and her yellow eyes sparkled with amusement. She took another sip, her eyes never leaving his.
"You can call me Nox. It fits me well enough."
It wasn't technically her name. The orphan didn't know if her biological mother had named her, and didn't particularly care. She had chosen the name from a storybook, and felt it suited her.
"I have found that in society like this, it is rare for names to be the first things exchanged."
Her eyes roamed him, memorizing his features. One never knew when knowing a face or body could help them.
"You seem uncomfortable here."
It wasn't a question, more of a statement of fact.
"Why?"
[member="Olan Teff"]

 

[Olan Teff]

[member="Nox"]

To maybe her surprise, he did not shirk his gaze from her. That quick once over with her eyes to memorize his features told some tales. Wild hair, not the most kept beard in comparison to many, scars, holds himself in a very strong upright positon, legs spread at shoulder length, hands in half fists at rest.

Pride. Strength. Past. Anger. Ready.

Not to mention, the longer she stared at him...it was like staring into a volcano. You first feel the heat on you, then you could see the roiling lava hidden by the calm mountain. As a Force user, she could see that bubbling fury just buried under a thin veneer of peace. And the little strings of the force around him.

Meanwhile he was none the wiser.

Atop of that, his clothes all seemed newly bought. Expensive. They meant nothing. The sash though, bright red. Blood. It was the contrast to his dark blue outfit. Looking to have seen years of use, it was worn. Not even focusing she could feel some strange attachment to the simple looking fabric.

For all of this, he was not consuming. He was not powerful like the Sith Lords she had spent time around, could not flood the very world with their presence if they wanted too.

He was just a strange flame.

"Pleasure too meet you, Lady Nox." Bowing his head gently, that warm smile never leaving him. Slowly he tilted his head to the side at her question. "I find that those whom frequent these gatherings...have a overinflated opinion of themselves...when they are just as easily sl-."

Olan stopped himself from continuing and just smiled. She could feel that fire flare a moment. He wore his emotions like a badge at times it appeared.

"I prefer more clandestine meetings with closer individuals over massive gatherings. Though, sometimes you need a change in your life."

It was his turn to drink in her visage with his eyes, they darted down for a few moments before returning to her eyes. "How about yourself, Lady Nox?"

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

This one was certainly interesting. She could feel his hatred, the bubbling rage that boiled underneath that awkward exterior, threatening to burn anyone that came close. Luckily for him, Nox was never one to shy away from danger.
"I enjoy events like this. Blending in to high society, watching them worry about things like the texture of the flooring and the slight crack in the glass of their drink. Knowing these people make decisions daily that impact trillions of lives, and could end them in a word. Events like this bring together the people that rule the galaxy, more than any conqueror or representative. Just being a part of it, even if none of them will ever know my name, is thrilling."
If there was one thing Nox admired, it was power. She craved it, respected it, stood in awe of it. Being among those with the ultimate power gave her a rush second only to watching the life leave a being's eyes. She was no aristocrat, but she found interacting with them, even if it was only on the outside, entertaining.
"Tell me, what gives a man like you thrills?"
[member="Olan Teff"]

 

[Olan Teff]

[member="Nox"]

Just like how he drank in her beauty, he drank in her words. Mulling them over in his head at the response. About ready to remark, but stops himself at the question. A deep hearty chuckle escapes his lips at that point.

"Well. If I were not in such fine company and at such a fine establishment, I would probably give a short rundown of what I call the three F's. But one of them is not something to bawdy around in present company. Just out of respect. So I will give you the less long winded full version of what I find thrilling-"

A playful grin was plastered on his face the entire time he spoke.

-In truth I believe you are not really living except when you are on the edge of dying. Fighting, adventuring, exploring-the action does not matter, it is the pure strength to defy death at every turn. By power, skill or wit. Simply put-I like getting myself into trouble, just to get out of it."

Snicker-laughing softly.

"It sounds kind of insane, saying out it loud, I just realized."

Taking another sip of his drink he nodded to her. "How about yourself?" The young man at this point can't take his eyes off her. But he remains conscious of others about him. A sir and madam began to move past and he shifted out of the way without losing sight of her.

Was he studying her? Was he enamored that much? Was he counting the imperfections in her skin-if there even were any?

It was kind of hard to tell. Depends on interpretation and the interpreter.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan kept his head down as he watched others, not making any note because to be honest he preferred to be an observer and the longer he remained such the happier he was. Of course he knew he would have to actually converse with people at some time and as he walked his eyes caught the visages of those like [member="Kiber Thaxton"] and [member="Sofia Annesley"] still away from others. Then there were those that obviously knew one another like that of [member="Knight Mullarus"] and [member="Darth Azurea"]. It was good to see the two having come as one yet he already got the feeling off of them that made his smile falter for a second. He was in no place to judge as his own illusion hid the very same feeling he got from them and the corruption it caused him but that still left him uneasy to teh point he had to remind himself that the Confederacy did not have enemies yet... especially with that group.

None the less though his eyes continued to scan the area until he saw something that made him blink. First he saw [member="Nyx"] but as he had started to move he saw her again some where else at the same time. Little did he realize the second was a woman named [member="Nox"] but his mind didn't know that and as far as he knew he was seeing two of her. Blinking he rubbed his eyess and he continued to glance between the two as [member="Olan Teff"] talked to the second and [member="Ydrin"] approached the first. "Ok... maybe i shouldn't drink tonight..." He glanced down at the glass in his hand, very very confused.

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

[member="Sofia Annesley"]

Kiber saw a very gorgeous looking woman sitting by herself. She looked absolutely stunning in that dress, and he wondered what she did for a living. Well, there was no harm in asking. He told himself that he had to be more sociable tonight while at the ball, so he slowly approached her table, and introduced himself, putting his drink down on the table.

"Kiber Thaxton, bounty hunter. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he held out his hand in a friendly greeting.

He caught himself looking into her eyes - eyes that seemed to have seen many things, much like his own.