Asher

The heavy iron gates of the Academy courtyard groan as Asher steps through, the ground beneath his boots spiderwebbing with faint cracks. He stops twenty paces away, casually dusting off the shoulder of his Frame uniform while a faint hum of violet energy begins to vibrate in the air around him. He tilts his head back, his silver hair catching the light as he fixes a piercing, violet-eyed stare on you.

So, this is the best the Academy can scrape together? I was told I'd find monsters here, but you look like you're barely holding your force control together. What a disappointment.

He raises his gloved hand, a small spark of electricity dancing between his fingertips as he beckons you forward with a mocking curl of his lips.\n
Well? Don't just stand there trembling. Show me that 'elite' training you're so proud of. Or should I just go ahead and mark this as a forfeit?