A mysterious (or, simply put, boring) nobody from nowhere. He/they. Mostly SWtOR OCs with a pinch of another RPG OCs. Most of my drawings/artworks created with heavy assistance of refs, mainly of different famous people.
A Skyrim-born Argonian that was probably orphaned at a young age, raised mostly by a Nord hunter as a child, thus the Kyne worship
Only started to learn about Argonian culture + got a Jel name through interactions with Argonian dock workers/Riften Argonians later on
As a wandering hunter they’d likely gotten near orc strongholds and maybe earned a positive reputation among some by trading/aiding the orcs - hence the armor
Dragon priest mask because it looks cool + dragonborn status?
Oh, I completely forgot to share - yesterday was my birthday!!! I would be grateful for reposts, and thank you so much for supporting my art! I'm so glad to share my paintings with you 😄🎉
'The agony of being so close to you and yet so far away...'
'But it is eased by the chance to see you again, and for that I would suffer anything for even this moment, my Waseek-Ei...'
-- Bloodies-His-Face and Fleet-Feet, reunited after years; both of them cry as they stare at one another, their hands touching together despite being seperated by Daedric glass and being realities apart.
Sorry that I was inactive here (outside of everyday lurking, that is), and for resulting Aishatei draught. Was too distracted to do any SWToR and other RPG content. Plus the last time I ventured into SWToR, my gear was super outdated for modern pvp, to the point people started asking "Where's your dps" (in a rather impolite way, as you can imagine), so I went back to ESO for a time, since it doesn't have this problem.
So I was more inclined to draw my more obscure OCs (which are not the focus of this blog) and play other games. Overall, I'm fine and well 🙂 I hope you are fine as well
It's not Sunday but I'm sharing my OC Draig anyway.
Charming, funny, and dodgy as hell, Draig has not paid for a drink in fifteen years. He’s the sort of person who will sit next to you in the Corrie drunk tank and laugh about how you ended up there while you wait for Mic to come bail you both out.
In his defense, it was a great story. Art by me 🩵
More info below the cut! Content warning for non-detailed violence and eye injury/loss.
Overview
Name: Draig
Birth year/age: 51 BBY (32 at end of the Clone Wars)
Species: Zabrak
Pronouns: he/him
Orientation: bi/pan
Home planet: Oba Diah
Current location: Coruscant
Occupation: “acquisitions” contract specialist (AKA thief for hire); journeyman pain in the ass; professional menace to society and underpants across the galaxy
Affiliation: Bounty Hunters’ Guild
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Family: Oisin (father); Epha (mother, deceased); Mic and Branna Dhorhil (family of the heart)
Physical characteristics
Height: 6’/182 cm without the horns, but he counts them, so he tells everyone 6’2”/188 cm. Mic considers this ridiculous.
Eyes: brown, one cybernetic gray
Hair: bald
Skin: brown
Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: traditional Zabrak facial tattoos; various facial and ear piercings
Personal history:
Oisin and Epha had given up on having children when Draig came along. Oisin was 48, Epha was 41, and they were ecstatic to finally have the child they had so desperately wanted. Draig was their only child, and they adored him. The family lived happily for fourteen years, until Epha suddenly passed away from a massive stroke just before Draig started secondary school. Oisin was devastated, and Draig, in addition to his own grief, felt the weight of the galaxy on his young shoulders as he watched his father spiral.
When Draig started secondary school a couple months later, he was targeted by an older bully. Small for his age, and still reeling from the loss of his mother, Draig seemed like an easy target—at least, until Mic Dhorhil intervened when nobody else would. Draig and Mic both got suspended. Draig was distraught: the thought of adding to his father’s stress when Oisin was already struggling so much seemed like the end of the world to the young Zabrak. Mic took him to his own home instead so they could try to figure things out.
Mic’s mom Branna was home from work, and she convinced Draig that everything would be all right. She patched up both of the boys, got them a snack, and then commed Oisin to explain things diplomatically. From that point on, Draig and Mic were inseparable. The boys were best friends, and Draig imprinted like a baby duck on Branna as she stepped up to help him and Oisin through the loss of Epha.
The two families became so close that they stopped considering themselves separate families at all, which was why, when Oisin fell ill, Mic didn’t hesitate to go along with Draig’s plan to steal the medication he needed from the Pyke syndicate. Their plan was a simple smash and grab, and somehow, they made it out alive—barely. Draig’s adrenaline rush from his first heist had barely faded when the bounty hunter showed up at the Dhorhils’ house.
Mic, Draig, and Branna fought back fiercely, but the hunter managed to slash Draig across the face before Branna killed the man with his own vibroblade. There was nothing to be done to save Draig’s eye. They didn’t even have time to apply bacta until they were already aboard the shuttle Branna stole from the Oba Diah City spaceport, in hyperspace on the way to Coruscant.
The family disappeared into the Coruscant underworld until Branna was able to smooth things over with the Pykes. Oisin, having made a full recovery, opened a mechanic shop in the lower levels, while Mic started working in bars and restaurants and Branna took a position with Coruscant Public Transit. Draig, on the other hand, didn’t find the transition to Coruscant easy or straightforward, and he drifted into rougher crowds.
Having gotten a taste for adrenaline during the Pyke heist, he started to engage in petty theft, which he rationalized as helping out while finances were tight. Before long, he discovered that he didn’t just like the challenge and the rush of stealing: he was good at it. Really good. He started honing his skills, seeking out larger, more valuable, and more difficult targets, until one day, almost without realizing it, he had become one of the best thieves in the business. Unsurprisingly, this put a target on his back—not only from the Coruscant Security Force, but also from other thieves looking to make a name for themselves.
Out of self-preservation, Draig decided to join the Bounty Hunters’ Guild, where he offered his services to anyone who could pay. He specialized in what the Guild diplomatically called “acquisitions,” but the truth was that he would do just about anything for the right price.
Anything except turn on his family.
Personality:
Charming and irresponsible irresistible. There’s not much in life that Draig takes seriously. He’s laid-back and easy-going to a fault, except when it comes to his work. He’s happy to go with the flow and let other people take the lead—especially Mic. His adrenaline-junkie tendencies cause him to sometimes take unnecessary risks, though he would never intentionally put someone else in danger.
He is uncompromisingly loyal to an incredibly small circle of people. If you are in that circle, he’ll do anything for you, no questions asked, regardless of the legal, ethical, or moral implications. Outside that circle, though, he doesn’t get attached. He’s friendly and approachable, but he’s one of those people who you realize after you’ve talked to him for weeks that he’s never shared anything about himself beyond the most superficial details. You were just distracted by how much he made you laugh and how much fun you had together to realize that he never let you get close to him.
In relationships, this manifests in a string of short-term flings where both/all parties agree to part ways cordially within a few weeks at maximum. He generally goes into a relationship with the understanding and expectation that it will stay casual and light, and he’s up front with his partners about that. Despite that, there have been times when things have gotten complicated and messy, which is why he now refuses to allow anyone outside his family to know where he lives.
Draig completely lacks Mic’s intensity, which is ironic, given that of the two, Draig is far more likely to break someone’s heart. Again, he’d never do it on purpose, but it’s a little too easy to fall for him when he has made a career of not falling. Ever. Which is why it’s the end of the kriffing galaxy the first time he catches feelings.
I didn't know how much I'd love the rattataki when I first started playing swtor a year ago today. I started with one, and ended up with four (so far). these are the only two that've been drawn.
my smuggler captain yrixei (aka "risky") who does all his business in space sweatpants and high on spice.
and my imperial agent who just goes by "nine" and has been shot more times in the last month than years she's been alive (which is a lot).
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