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Myrtle Chubb-Baggins
Beneath the gleaming towers of Alzada City, where vines creep over chrome and the air hums with the drone of engines, stands Vroom, keeper of the skies and driver of the restless night. His coat, weathered like the old streets, bears the weight of countless journeys - passengers ferried through stormlight, neon, and shadow. Behind him idles his cab, a sleek machine whose turbines breathe like a waiting beast, blue fire coiled within its heart. Vroom’s smile is both a welcome and a warning: to step into his aircar is to trust the winds of Albion Prime, where every ride is a story and every corner hides a secret.
In the crimson-lit corridors of a warship, where shadows coil like serpents, he stands - a figure wrought in silver and silence. Hair like molten frost cascades upon armor etched with symbols scribed in the silence before dominions rose, each plate gleaming with the memory of forgotten oaths. His eyes burn not with fury, but with the patient fire of one who bends destinies to his design. A hand rests upon his chin - not in doubt, but in the quiet amusement of a predator already assured of the hunt’s end. In his bearing, elegance and ruin are bound as one: a sovereign of stillness, a storm chained within flesh, the very pause before cataclysm, where the Force itself recoils from his presence.
Cal Jeth, Arkanian son of stars, stands wrapped in argent wrath and solemn fire. His eyes, pale as frozen moons, see beyond the moment, discerning fate’s hidden weave. In darkened corridors his golden blade blazes - a lone beacon against encroaching shadow - while his countenance bears the gravity of one who has chosen vigilance over ease, and duty over peace.
In the half-lit chamber of steel and shadow, she sits poised between serenity and fire. Her hair, a dusky rose, burns softly against the cold geometry of the walls, while her hands cradle the rifle as though it were both weapon and companion. There is no haste in her stance, no tremor in her gaze - only the calm certainty of one who has walked through storms and learned to breathe within them. Neon glows pulse like embers behind her, painting her in the language of war and waiting, of vigilance sharpened by silence. She is both sentinel and song, a figure carved of resolve and quiet strength, watching the threshold where danger may yet arrive...
"Family Outing," feat. (L to R) Rayhu Bahor, Kayah Bahor-Andyr & Raine Andyr.
"Tender Embrace", feat. Celeste Nerva (right) & Ethan Cuyan (left).
Guardian of the Verdant Gate | 3D Render by Ambient Vibe
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Behold, the Veiled Seer of the Deep Force, cloaked in crimson wisdom and time-worn silence. His eyes, clouded not by blindness, but by visions glimpsed beyond the veil of stars.
His silver hair flows like starlight on forgotten winds, and at his breast, the sigil of ancient knowing... a cipher drawn from whispers of the World Between Worlds. He speaks not with sword nor flame, but with echoes that stir the soul.
In stillness he treads where others dare not dream, reading the currents that bind all things. For he is not war, but the shadow that remembers... a keeper of truths too vast, and too perilous, to name.
SATISFACTION, feat. Matthias Jayne and Raine Andyr
"In the hush between duties, their fingers found each other like a secret, bodies pressed close as if holding each other could stop time itself...."
"She strides into the fray like a storm draped in muscle and mischief - green skin gleaming, armor barely more than a suggestion. Leather straps cling to her like they’re afraid to let go, framing strength honed for battle and bloodlust. A wicked grin splits her tusked smile as she cracks her knuckles, eyes blazing with the promise of chaos. She’s not just dressed to kill - she’s daring you to underestimate her. And when the whoop-ass begins, it’ll be brutal, beautiful, and entirely ...hers."
Mon Mothma & consort, Perrin Fertha
[CHARACTER STUDY] ADMIRAL DEDRA MEERO
Methodical, polished, and ambitious, Dedra Meero embodies the ideals of the Imperial Security Bureau. She is ever vigilant, collecting and analyzing intelligence from across the galaxy to identify possible signs of disorder. Her ingenuity serves her well, climbing the ranks by piecing together a clear picture of rebel activity from disparate parts.
"Bathed in low ambient light, the blue Twi’lek leans with casual elegance, every curve accentuated by the slick embrace of tight, black leather. Her lekku drape like silk ropes over bare shoulders, motionless but full of promise. The outfit leaves little to the imagination - just enough for it to wander. Eyes smolder beneath half-lowered lashes as she poses, not for attention, but for control - of the corridor, of the moment, of every breath that dares catch in her presence..."
[CHARACTER STUDY] BIX CALEEN
...As they passed in the corridor - robes brushing armor, silence poised like a lightsaber on standby - the mercenary held out a heart-shaped box of chocolates, the lid slightly askew, a dent in one corner like it had seen battle. “Happy Valentine’s,” Kagan said with a crooked grin, “Don’t worry, only two are booby-trapped.” Cal arched an eyebrow, took the box with reverent Jedi serenity, and replied, “That’s fewer than usual. You’re getting sentimental.”