Sergeant Ragnar | Lone Wolf Squad | 104th Battalion
Ah yes, my warm up sketch that turned into a full drawing. Also I know I have more clone OCs besides Ragnar, which I all love, but I somehow always end up with him. OK now I'll go back to the things I was supposed to do today, I promise
The time that past between the moment he left Sebastian’s hotel room to that precise moment when he was inside that back room in the church getting ready felt like seconds instead of hours. He felt that must have been how people sentenced to death felt like, when your doom was just there, and time went by wickedly fast to make you lose all hope. Standing there, looking at his own reflection in the window while he could hear the church slowly getting crowded with the people that were invited, Hunter closed his eyes and thought back on the previous night, a night spent in Sebastian’s arms, and in a way it made him happy it happened. It felt good to have that feeling again, to have him again, even if it was one last time.
Lost in his thoughts as he was, Hunter didn’t notice someone walking inside the room at first, then he saw the figure on the window reflection and sighed. “For the millionth time, Roger.. I don’t need you to make my sure my tux is ri-” He turned around and frozen. “Nanna? What are you doing here?” Literally, the last person Hunter thought that would be there was standing before him. His grandmother on his mother’s side. When his mother died, his father had done anything to keep Hunter away from that side of his family, wanting to break all connections to a past that apparently hurt him too much to keep close, so seeing that woman standing there, still looking exquisite like he had once remembered was nothing short of a miracle. “Did you really think I was going to miss my grandson’s wedding? You don’t know your gramma at all, honey.”
Hunter smiled for the first time since the nigh before and went quickly to put his arms around her tight, her scent, her warmth something he didn’t know he had missed so much. “Thank you. I’m glad you did. Although.. I don’t think there’s much to celebrate here, nanna.” He pulled back and sighed. “This is just something that I must do. It’s what’s best.” The woman reached up and put her hand against Hunter’s face. “Sweetie, it can’t be what’s right if it’s making you unhappy.” He shook his head. “There’s so much you don’t know, nanna.” “Well, then tell me, Hunter” she said softly, then Roger, his best man entered the door. “Hey, buddy? It’s time.”
Hunter looked up and nodded, then took his grandmother’s hand and kissed it. “I’ll explain to you later nanna, okay? But I’m really glad you came. Go and take your seat. Roger, can you walk her outside, please man?” The woman wasn’t at all happy with how the conversation ended but left anyway, then Hunter took a deep breath and waited a couple more minutes before himself walked out the door.
CT-0845 Sergeant Ragnar | 104th Battalion / Lone Wolf Squad
And glory, eternal glory, we shall bear its weight together
Forged like the saber in the fires of death
Brothers all
Information about this OC below the cut
Ragnar is a clone OC from my TCW/TBB longfic A Lupe Of Faith (aLoF)
DESIGNATION CT-0845
NAME Ragnar
RANK Sergeant
HOMEWORLD Kamino
BORN 32 BBY (somewhere during or shortly after)
SPECIES human (clone)
GENDER male (he/him)
GENETIC DONOR Jango Fett
HEIGHT 1.83 meters (6 ft)
HAIR COLOUR dark brown
EYE COLOUR brown
SKIN COLOUR tan
AFFILIATIONS
Galactic Republic / GAR / 104th Battalion / Lone Wolf Squad
Lupe of Lothal (Jedi General)
and others (no spoilers)
SUMMARY
In 21 BBY, Ragnar and three other clones are assembled into an elite clone squad under the 104th Battalion. Newly knighted Jedi Lupe is assigned as their general because of her creative way of problem solving. After their first mission together, Lupe names their squad the Lone Wolf Squad (Lone Wolves for short). During their time together, Ragnar grows a very deep bond with their Jedi General, always being at her side, having her back and granting her tactical advice (which she highly values).
PERSONALITY
Ragnar is very reserved and serious; he will only say something if he thinks it's necessary during the situation. He is a skilled and tactical leader, but will never act like he is better than any of his brothers. He is fiercely loyal towards his brothers and those he grows close to. He might even soften up to them and share an occasional (yet rare) smile. He would sacrifice himself for those he cares about; vode an.
TATTOO
The tattoo on his right cheekbone reads 'vode an' in Elder Futhark runes.
ARMOUR
Ragnar wears the usual Phase II clone armour. He wears emblems on both his shoulder pieces. He isn't much into customising his attire; any painting was enthusiastically chosen by Fang and carefully painted by Twist.
On his left shoulder piece, he wears the Lone Wolf Squad emblem.
On his right shoulder piece, he wears the Wolfpack emblem.
RUNES
Ragnar has three runes painted on the front of his Phase II helmet:
ᛏ Teiwaz | justice, victory, warrior
ᛖ Ehwaz | loyalty, stability, trust
ᚹ Wunjo | comfort, glory, harmony
WEAPONS
Besides the usual DC-17 hand blaster, Ragnar wields a (one-handed) vibro-axe.
Sergeant Ragnar | Lone Wolf Squad | 104th Battalion
So I was tagged by the amazing @king-of-docks to share some OC lore, and of course I choose my boy Ragnar (since he was the first clone OC I envisioned and he is very dear to me). I realised I hadn't drawn him in 5 months, so the tag was a great excuse to finally draw him again (thanks, Kay!).
For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Temptations (GGN)
I finally finished my Fives x Lupe GAR Goth Night fic I started somewhere in February! I've been having some outbursts of writing inspiration/motivation lately, so that really helped me to finish this. So GAR Goth Night is in full swing, and I was desperately in need of some new fluff between Fives and Lupe. I also wanted a moment between Lupe and Aev, my twin @ghostymarni 's Mandalorian-for-hire OC.
Summary: When Fives and Lupe bump into each other during GAR Goth Night, Aev attempts to keep their forbidden love a secret
Rating: Teen and up
Tags: GAR Goth Night (AU), fluff, forbidden love, drinking; SFW (some mildly suggestive remarks, but nothing happens)
Words: 1.986
Characters: CT-5555 Fives, Lupe of Lothal (OC), Aeviririn 'Aev' (OC)
Read this one-shot here on AO3
It didn’t matter if they were granted another hour for preparations; they would always find more to arrange, to improve, to perfect. Some decoration that needed a more prominent placing, an additional cocktail recipe available at the bar, or some songs added to the setlist. But time didn’t care for their devotion to the cause, and neither did the crowd outside. When it was finally time, the entrance got unlocked, and it didn’t take long for the place to get swamped by a crowd not as colourful as usual.
Tonight marked 79’s very first GAR Goth Night, a theme celebrating the culture, music and art known around the galaxy as gothic. A theme fit for drama and melancholy, for romance and the macabre. A theme to lose oneself to, to forget about the tragedies of war, but also to get close to those you felt attracted to.
And the person Lupe felt attracted to just entered the scene. She had just placed another box of stale peanuts behind the bar’s counter, and when she peeked over the counter, she noticed him. His blacks seemingly tighter around his torso than usual - she wasn’t aware there was a smaller size available to the clones -, the sleeves cut from it, allowing the cantina’s neon lighting to shine on his heavenly biceps. Of course he was wearing a kama, because he knew what it did to her. And he was wearing the most impressive platform boots - 501st blue accents included.
He looked a little lost within the crowd, like some lone cadet wandering the Kaminoan corridors all alone, as she noticed how Jesse and Kix made for the back of the bar to find an empty booth to start their evening, leaving a seat for him. He was definitely still the confident ARC trooper she knew and had fallen in love with, but he looked like he was searching for something - or someone. She waited a bit longer before appearing from behind the bar, because his lost look was endearing to her, and a rare sight to behold.
Once she got to her feet and left her spot behind the counter, he laid eyes on her, and even from this distance she noticed the sparkle in those eyes. They slowly walked towards each other, clearly beholding their unusual outfits for the night. The place was already crowded, but somehow, they both forgot about everyone else around them - and only had eyes for each other. When they finally reached each other somewhere in the middle of the place, they almost forgot to halt and nearly bumped into each other.
"Lupe, General- you look.. You're breathtaking," Fives stammered in a whisper, just loud enough for her to hear. He looked down at her, taking in her attire - she looked ethereal to him. Black boots, black cargo pants - her lightsaber attached to a belt with metal studs -, a skinny, sleeveless black shirt, with - he paused his stare right there for a moment - two slits above her cleavage. A dark grey scarf bandana around her neck, and seperate sleeves with cuts in them; five on each side. He huffed in amusement when he realised.
"You're a real eye catcher yourself, ARC Trooper," Lupe shot at him with a smirk, and at that moment, looking back at her face, he noticed the black makeup on it: black eyeliner and eyeshadow for a mysterious look, black face painting with stylised fangs for a fierce look, and black lipstick - making him long for her even more.
"Yeah?" he said softly, slowly closing the gap between them, as she responded with another soft ‘yeah’. Their eyes were lost in each other, their hands begging to be all over their skins, lips yearning to touch. Lupe let out a trembling sigh through parted lips, closing her eyelids to fully indulge herself in the upcoming moment.
Which got disrupted by a thunderous voice calling her name.
Lupe almost didn’t notice; only when she didn’t feel Fives’ lips on hers, she blinked her eyes in confusion, only to see him standing a decent and sensible distance from her with a grin adorning his handsome face. "I think someone's asking for your attention,” he shot at her, giving a sharp nod in the direction of the bar. She didn’t bother turning around, as she was still dreamily looking into his eyes, noticing how the neon lights painted a vivid spectacle in them.
"I think someone has my attention,” she whispered absently, feeling a warmth washing over her when she heard him chuckle in response. "Some other one," he elaborated, gently grabbing her shoulders in an attempt to drag her back into reality. It worked, but not to her liking. She blinked a few times and grimaced when she realised they were out in the public, and they should watch their steps more carefully. She moved her weight to her toes and reached towards his ear, and he slightly tilted his head to level with her.
"What about you're the one?" she whispered, suppressing a playful giggle by biting her lower lip. Her remark made for another chuckle, and he deliberately brushed his cheek against hers when he pulled his head back in a subtle sign of affection. He looked her in the eyes again, and she could see the mischievous lights dancing in his eyes clearer than ever. "What about we continue this when you're done with your responsibilities for tonight?" he suggested, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried his hardest to keep them in a serious expression.
He put his hands on her cheeks, softly caressing her skin with his thumbs as he lost himself in her again. He raised an eyebrow when her lips suddenly curled into a cheeky grin. "What about we make you my responsibility for tonight?" she dared him, and he could barely refrain himself from grabbing her in his arms and running off to find some private place as he laughed a warming chuckle. "I like the sound of that. But don't let Fox hear it," he grinned at her, earning him a raised eyebrow when she responded: "I have a feeling Fox has someone else on his mind tonight."
...
"You sure this isn't too much?" Lupe questioned the decorations, as she activated the holocandles on the counter. Aev scoffed at Lupe’s skepticism, tossing a few more of the holoprojects on the counter for the Jedi to activate. "You kidding? This is the perfect mood setter," she shot at Lupe, followed by a playful smirk. “Besides, this doesn’t burn the place down when tossed over by some drunk.”
It granted Aev a roll of the eyes, but Lupe’s lips curled into the broadest smile anyway. "Alright, I have complete trust in your judgement on the matter," she sighed, as she adjusted some of the holocandles’ colour settings into something more fitting to tonight’s theme. "Speaking about trusting my judgement..," Aev started slowly, resulting in Lupe mumbling an ‘Oh Force, here it comes’ under her breath, "..you could totally hook up with a Commander."
The young Jedi General blinked her eyes a few times, before shooting the Mandalorian a deadpan look. "What?" she grumbled to the Mandalorian in a low voice, but the latter wasn’t finished yet. "If you wanted to," Aev added, casually shrugging her shoulders whilst pouring both of them a shot. "I don-"
"I mean, not all of them are still available," Aev interrupted, and the way her lipsticked lips slightly curled into a smirk wasn’t lost on Lupe. Now it was her time to poke around. "You're talking about Fox?" she chuckled, leaning closer towards Aev against the bar to reach for her freshly poured drink. "Oooh definitely, he's out of the game," the Mandalorian laughed, her long, black mohawk hair bouncing on top of her shoulders. Lupe just shook her head in amusement, continuing: "I think Fox throwing me in a cell must have been a deal-breaker anyway." Aev chuckled at the casual tone the Jedi was using, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you're a Jedi?" Lupe shrugged and downed the shot in one go, before commenting: "I bet that question has crossed the Council's agenda too, once or twice."
"Sooo what about.. Wolffe?" Aev continued after finishing her own shot, and reached for the bottle for a refill. An unsuspecting cough left Lupe’s throat, and she was glad she wasn’t drinking when Aev dropped the absurd suggestion. "Are you kidding? He's like my older brother!” Lupe wheezed, and as soon as she caught her breath again, added in a low, subtle voice: “An intimidating, judgemental older brother, that is." Aev just snorted before throwing the next commander into the mix. "Fair enough. What about.. Cody?"
"Taken."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Interesting..," Aev said slowly, brushing her chin with the tips of her fingers whilst keeping an awaiting stare at her friend. With her lips pressed into a thin line, Lupe just grabbed the next shot to finish it, not giving away any more information on the subject. "You're not going to elaborate?" Aev said at last, making sure to sound as disappointed as possible, but Lupe just shrugged with a smug smile on her face. "Nope." Aev shook her head and grabbed her shot. "You're cold, vod," came her reply before she knocked back her shot. Lupe turned towards the Mandalorian, and with a pedantic tone to her voice, managing to keep a straight face just long enough, remarked: "Well, as a Jedi, I'm a protector of the people." Aev snorted, almost spitting out her drink. "Now you're just acting like one whenever it suits you.”
Going for their last refill - because as hostesses, they were expected to mingle -, Lupe shook her head with a genuine smile before looking at her friend. "Aev, I appreciate your efforts, but I'm fine.” She paused for a moment, burning to tell Aev the truth but knowing she couldn’t be more careful, especially in the current setting. “You.. You know as a Jedi I'm not supposed to grow attachments, but between you and me.. my heart's already been taken," she added softly, making sure Aev was the sole person hearing her words.
Instead of shooting her a surprised look, Aev’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "I know, I was just toying with you," came the Mandalorian’s response. Confused, Lupe looked at her, blinking a few times. "Wait- you know? We never talked about it," she shot cautiously, being careful to keep their conversation theirs, and theirs alone. Aev leaned over the counter, making sure to aid her friend in her secrecy. "I know because I see the look on your face whenever he enters the room, or when he's being mentioned in a conversation,” she confessed, the smirk on her face only growing wider as she spoke the words. Bewildered, Lupe frowned her bushy eyebrows as she turned towards her friend. “What look on my face?”
“You start radiating."
…
They would have liked to spend some more time together, but the theme night was starting and they needed to show their faces around, to make sure everything would run smoothly and everyone was having a great time. Empty shot glasses on the counter, they encouraged each other with a forearm shake, smirking at each other in their excitement about what the night would bring.
"Have fun with your Marshal Commander tonight," Lupe grinned at Aev, her teeth visible in an amused grin. "Will do, vod,” she winked at her friend. Just when they were about to release their friendly shake, Lupe tightened her grasp around Aev’s arm. "And if he worries; tell him I won't be causing any trouble tonight," she shot at her friend, hoping Fives wouldn’t either. Aev responded with a genuine laugh, and before they finally released their grasps to be off into the night, she said: "Please, for my sanity; go cause some. A little, at least!”
My last minute participation in OC Sunday, with my self-insert Jedi OC Lupe! Her one year anniversary is coming up, so I'm working on something.. Stay tuned! I apologise for the (contextless) spoilers for her story, but if you're curious about it, you can find out more about it here (: I'd love to ramble for 30 minutes about Lupe because I love her, but I'll save that for her anniversary post so you'll have to wait a little bit longer
Also I'd very much like to say her story doesn't end with that last picture, I just haven't written past that point but there will definitely be more!
[Image ID: a collage of six portraits of Jedi OC Lupe. Her outfits and expressions change, getting more bruised and battle worn as the pictures progress.]
