Atrid Torsen

Fiochmar growls out his anger and embarassment clearly rising within him. He rolls back away from the blade and than quickly picks up his axe and sword. Snarling he charges back in, this time though his axe goes to attempt to hook Mordecai's blade and pull it down if not away. His own sword coming in from another angle completetely. He smiles thinking this time, yes this time for sure hes got him.

Fiochmar nods his head listening and what Mavanger said makes sense and plenty of it if he was being honest with himself. He had used a very broad term and that never is good for a goal no no it has to be narrow, focused a fixed point and very specific. He continues to follow Mavanger as he speaks and absorbing it all he waits for his Master to finish before he himself says anything. "Valuable to myself and the Empire. Stronger for myself to be able to take down larger game, to go after bigger targets. To bring glory and fear to myself and my name, to cut a bloody swath through those that destroyed my home and killed my family or to die trying. The glory and strength I bring out and earn in myself brings my people back to our former place in the Universe. But I want the name Ragnos to continue to inspire fear and respect in this galaxy and all others. I cant do that if Im to weak to take it!" He's firm he's sincere the desire for strength power respect and fear blazing in his eyes like a bonfire flame with starship fuel thrown over it. He does indeed follow Mavanger out into that court yard. Fiochmar's own mind flashing to the destruction of his home, the death of his parents and siblings the sadness, rage and anger, the fear he felt. Than those years on Onderon hunting tracking killing relishing in the hunt and the fear the beasts must have felt. But than Mavanger is speaking to him so Fioch looks up and nods drawing his vibroblade and Vibro axe. "Be careful what you wish for Master. You may just get it!" With those words spoken he starts to channel all of those years of pain, anguish and hatred, started channeling how he felt knowing that the beasts he hunted were that afraid. He charges forward no leaps this time, he learned his lesson on those. Once close enough Fiochmar swings the axe down in an arc coming downward from the left as he swings the sword upwards from the right with a malicious smile upon his face.

Fiochmar stands beside Mavanger nodding as he watches what had happened. Off doing his own thing and exploring for a bit before returning to his masters side he looks to Mavanger with a smile. "Yes Master Ill bear that in mind so as never to suffer a similar humiliation. Ill not put myself in that situation ever, to command respect and not give it is a fools errand yes?" He looks about the room so much to pay attention to so much going on. So much to learn so to stay alive and further the glory of the Sith, his eyes darting around the room landing on each person in turn his gaze appraising their threat to him and knowing that here and now hes out of his league and just how much there is to learn still. He sighs and looks to Mavanger the look in his eyes couldnt be more clear, a thirst and lust for the power that the others have and Fiochmar has yet to achieve. "I will learn from you Master and I will become better, stronger and more valuable. I want that power and strength and the respect and fear earned from having it!" He says firmly and passionately rapidly closing his fist to accentuate his resolve and commitment to this and his training, and above all the order. "I wont let you down and the order Ill prove to all here that I belong here and am not a bad choice."

Fiochmar nods and gives a nod to Mordecai. "Yes Master, as you say." With that he than turns to Akheron and nods at his words. He takes a deep breath and exhales. "Id love a stiff drink and some food, thank you for offering. My name is Fiochmar, and there's actually quite a few of us in the Jungles on Onderron. We are a clan of hunters." He grabs a drink and some raw meet beginning to eat and sip before speaking again. "I don't understand why more of us aren't with the order, it was named after our people is it not? So we should be honored to help it grow." He glances around thoughtfully for a moment as he looks to Akheron. Munching away before looking to Solus and his pet. "Ooohhhh where can I get one of those?"

Fiochmar watched the goings ons between all of them. Listening as each one of the Sith spoke and and especially when the other apprentice made the statements he did. It was when others started speaking out against this apprentice he raised a brow. It was when his master moved to speak that he started listening more intently. As Mordecai spoke he nodded and stayed silent for a while. But at the drawing of the blades Fiochs eyes went wide and he was curious to see what would happen next. After Mordecais speech Fioch nodded and gave a growl of agreement. Than Akheron spoke and Fioch looked over and watched eyes wide. Listening he nods silently to what he says, listening intently and learning about the fanged God though there is a grin on his face. When Akheron starts disciplining Solus Fiochmar's grin turned Feral and peedatorial as he watched in glee. At least it wasn't happening to him. When Akheron finished and made his apology, Fioch let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Well that was interesting, glad i wasn't on the receiving end of something like that. Looks painful." He says softly to himself with a shudder. "Note to self don't piss them off."

Fiochmar stayed beside Mordecai looking to him for cues on what to do and how to act. As the Dark Lord spoke he got a grin upon his face her words rang true. And the thought of bringing back Ziost filled him with some feeling something akin to a slight retribution. When Mordecai stepped forward, Fioch did as well. Mordecai bowed and Fiochmar followed suit. When Mordecai backed the Dark Lord Fioch nodded at Mordecai's words. Remembering the look though he stayed silent until bidden to speak. Fiochmar stayed beside his master and nodded when Mordecai finished speaking. Though he spared a glance or two at Akheron curious to see another of his species outside his clan. This was short lived as he glanced to each of those who spoke next. Glancing at them all curiously. But more curious as he heard the tap tapping of the cane and turned to see one of them exiting. "Interesting very curious." He thought to himself.

Fiochmar growled as he missed and apparently his moves telegraphed and the feel of the hilt connecting with his head. He shakes it off turning to look at Mordecai straightening and listening to his words. Fioch readies his weapons again grinning at Mordecai. "I'm here to learn, and this was a lesson well worth learning aye? So never leap at your opponent. Keep both feet on the ground, strength fury and maneuverability being key factors got it. I understand." Watching with glee as Mordecai starts to draw his weapons. But the look on his face and the gesture to follow has Fiochmar shrugging as he resheathes his weapons following Mordecai to meet the Dark Lord. His mind reeling with thoughts and questions. As they head to the throne room Fioch keeps his head on a swivel. He watches as they pass the others and enter into the ornate room he watches Mordecai. With the look and silent warning given he nods his head and looks forward.

Drawing the Vibroblade and Vibroaxe he takes a deep breath and gets into a fighting stance. He takes a moment and starts to focus on his anger and rage, his self loathing and lust for vengeance. Focusing also on the way it felt and how he lifted the stone. And starts to let that flow through him. Smirking as he feels empowered, and revitalized. He takes a step forward faster than he's moved before and attempts a leaping downward strike at Mordecai. His muscles fueled by the force the strike coming down much faster and more powerful and a bit less clumsy than his first attempts had been. His pride not able to let go of his completely humiliating defeat on Onderon. "If you want me to strike you than Strike you I will!" Fiochmar shouts down at Mordecai.

Fiochmar listens and nods as he looks out over the devastation. Listening to Mordecai he nods his head and continues to survey the destruction. "What you say makes sense in truth." He says softly as they start heading down the ramp. When they are told that the Dark Lord is busy and than what Mordecai wants him to do. "My training starts with lifting a stone?" Fiochmar shakes his head in disbelief. "Fine this will be simple." Fiochmar stretches out his hand and concentrates on just his desire for the stone to lift. Nothing happened he sighs and shakes his head in frustration as he tries again and fails. "Nothings happening this shouldn't be that hard." Growling and concentrating on his frustration with the failure, the rock rolls over a couple of times. Before his anger and rage boils over pushing the stone away. "GAH! COME ON!!" He growls and this time he focuses on the feeling of failure his anger at not succeeding, the feeling of inadequacy and self loathing. Finally he closes his eyes and envisions a weightless bubble around the stone using his entempered and empassioned state of mind he focuses strictly on not allowing them to control him but him to finally control them. Finally the rock rises from the ground and he is filled with a great sense of pride. "Ha ha I did it!"

Fiochmar looks a bit uneasy at handing over his ship and Droid. But seeing little choice he does give in and follows Mordecai to his ship. "Fine ill hand over my ship and Droid to your man." He says giving the attendant the codes and such that he needs to get into the ship as well as a pass phrase for his Droid to know this man isn't attempting to steal his ship. "I'm eager to learn and start my training Master." Fiochmar says with a bow before straightening up to head in. "I won't let you down."

Fiochmar nods picking up his vibroblade and sheathing it and his vibroaxe. He quickly makes to follow his new Master before he looks to him. "I'm aware of the way of the Sith. I don't expect my lineage to make a difference. I know its my own strength and power that will ensure my survival and my place here." Fioch states simply as he heads off with Darth Mavanger. He stops a moment before looking at his mentor he grins. "What about my ship and Wrath?"

Fiochmar stares at Mordecai and holds up the axe. Before clambering back to his feet, he stares down the man before as a grin spreads across his face. "I did not lose all my weapons. Nor have I truly lost. I only lose the day I die and can't return. I am indeed a member of the Clan Ragnos and I am indeed wanting to take the glory back for myself and my people. However I must disagree you use the Name Sith for the Empire you took and reshaped and rebuilt. Sith is my people so in a sense it is in our name as it uses our name." Now its time for Fioch to step forward his gaze nor smile wavering. "I Do accept your offer to learn, and grow to gain strength and power. I am Fiochmar."

Fioch starts to laugh at what Mordecai states. "My ancestors built the Empire you people are claiming in our name yes." He says with a malicious grin. Before being put on the defensive his axe and sword coming in rapid flurries of panic not used to a foe so skilled and talented, he blocks the first strike deflects the thrust with his axe but with the up slash he dives backwards and rolls. Using his emotions to fuel it he throws his vibroblade at Mordecai. "DAMN! He's good." He says to himself.

Fiochmar snarls and rolls away reversing the sword and holding the axe out. Mordecai's command of enough makes him falter for the briefest of moments before he shakes it off and starts to circle Mordecai with a grin. "You come into our jungle, and trespass in our territory, armed and expect us to not defend ourselves?" Fioch sneers and watching the way Mordecai levels his weapons. Looking around to make sure that Mordecai hasn't brought any backup and when he's satisfied they're alone he laughs. Fioch moves a bit closer at this point. "I stay in the shadows like a predator. Stalk the prey and attack when least expected. Any who trespass in our jungle is an opponent. The glory is in my ancestors and the Gods knowing my deeds were of greatness! I know the glory of my people and why we remain here in this jungle." And before another word can be said Fioch charges in again swiping, slashing, hacking and swinging his blades at Mordecai.

Fiochmar Sadow-iv-Ragnos has been watching, tracking and trailing Mordecai the man having come into the jungle territory of the Ragnos Clan. Silently he moves through the brush and tree limbs his own self loathing and desire for revenge pouring off of him. His hands rest on the hilt of his Vibrosword and the head of his Vibroaxe. Looking around he bides his time taking a deep breath as he pauses. When Mordecai says reveal yourself, Fioch looks around perhaps for a Jungle beast that may have broken a twig or made another sound. Realizing there's nothing his eyes go wide. "How can he know I'm here?" Fioch thinks to himself before shaking his head he grins sadistically. Drawing his blades he leaps from the tree and swings the blades down at Mordecai. "FOR THE GLORY OF HOUSE RAGNOS!!" He shouts on the way down.

Identity: Real name:Fiochmar Sadow-iv-Ragnos A.K.A.:Fioch Species:True Sith (Tsis) Physical Description:Six feet four inches tall athletically toned and well built and muscular. His skin is crimson red with yellow eyes and red irises. His hair is black and long but shaved on the sides with hints of a reddish hue depending on lighting. His chest stomach arms and face are marred with some deep scars. Age:19 Height:6'4" Weight:250 lbs Hair:Black (with reddish hue) Eyes:Yellow with red irises. Equipment. Clothing and Armor:Animal pelt clothing and leather armor. Weapons:Vibroblade and Vibroaxe. A commlink Faction information: Force User, Force Sensitive, or Non-Force User: Force User. Archetype:Warrior. Alignment:Chaotic Evil Current Faction:Sith Current faction rank:Hopeful History Trained by:N/A Trained who:N/A Known Skills:Hunting, Gathering, Trapping, Tracking, Sword and Axe training, piloting, stealth, sleight of hand, animal handling, survivalist. Background: Fiochmar was born on Ziost into the Ragnos clan. When he was 9 the troubles were getting severe and he was sent off with his older brother and sister to the escape ships. His siblings loaded him onto a ship and promised they'd get his parents and bring them back. The evac took off shortly after, and within minutes of leaving the gravity wells the planet was destroyed. He hoped against hope that his family made it out. When they landed in the mountains of Onderon he ran around looking for his family, realizing his family was dead he was devastated and blamed himself. Being adopted into another family in the Ragnos clan they taught him to fight, hunt and track, taught him to take what he wants and give nothing back all so he could maybe get revenge at some point. When the dark side took over the planet they moved down into the jungles where he found someone landing a ship near their territory. He killed the pilot and took the ship his Droid and weapons and headed back into the village. Where he and the Ragnos clan keep a vigilant watch from the shadows. Ship registration: Model:2300-SV Manufacturer:Corellian Engineering Corporation. Length:40.2 Meters Armaments:4 quad laser cannon turrets, two hidden swivel mounted torpedo launchers (middle Dorsal and ventral shafts). Armor:Upgraded with military-grade armoring yet kept light. Twin shield generators in the fore port and starboard sides provide protection when needed, but this diminishes power to the engines. By default, standard shielding is all that is used for normal space faring operations. Anti Personnel defense:Biometric locks on exterior doors and piloting controls. Appearance:All black with red accents. Droid. R9 unit named Wrath.