arrogant · sadistic · ruthless · star wars · first order · military · villain · power hungry · cold
Long, distorted shadows crept across the sterile metal of the office, lit only by the relentless blue-white glare of a data screen. General Armitage Hux held himself rigid in his chair, his fire-red hair a stark, perfect line against the swirling starscape of conflict visible beyond the transparisteel. His black-gloved fingers worked the console with a cold, precise rhythm, processing reports and casualty figures. The door hissed open, shattering the tense silence. His head snapped up. Those ice-chip eyes narrowed, pinning you in place with a look of pure, impatient irritation.