#dane kito

[thelittlemage-arts]

still playing catch up, here's day 4's mermay. prompt star wars. have my sith dane

[thelittlemage]

It's only 9:30 but I'm tired....

I updated tor....idk what I'm doing....I think....I think I wanted screenshots of the angry twin. I don't think Faith should have been named Faith. She has no faith, well....like 1% that goes to her twin sis Hope, is is appropriately named. But faith doesn't have faith in people, she's also angry all the time and kills stuff while taking a 'vacation from being a jedi' who the hell let her be a Jedi? I didn't vote for that. I want togruta now. I want to make Dane, because he is great. He is the protective big brother, and angry shirtless guy who bakes the best cookies. I think he also pokes fun at D'ian for still being masterless. But D'ian is an angry pure blood who knows many ways to kick a man to death. I don't really wanna get into swtor, but I'm suddenly really into it.

[little-sith]

crap, sorry, Dane and Profa

Korriban was always a frightening place.  Even the most terrible and powerful Darth’s often felt a twinge of fear in the back of their minds when they set foot on the rugged red planet. It was a place of power and of death, and most importantly, a whirlwind of darkside energy.

Frightening, yes. But for most, it was well worth it. If one survived the horrors and challenges, it meant they were Sith. Truly worthy of the power they held.

There was almost never any sort of ceremony when one reached that place.  At least not anything public. A Lord or Darth would tell an acolyte that they were worthy of becoming an apprentice and they would go from there, safe from further trials.

Well, further trials on Korriban, at least.

For some though, Korriban was the least of their problems.

Ishala Kito had survived.  

She hadn’t just survived, the young woman had thrived. She had absolutely thrived in the climate that destroyed so many, both physically and mentally. Every task, no matter how dark, how evil, had been taken on with gusto. The overseers started playing her as a favorite, and the acolytes  who objected to that seemed to disappear. Obviously off in the wilderness, of course.

But now that she was out, at the recommendation of Darth Quanin to become his apprentice, there was a trial she was not looking forward to.

Her parents.

Both powerful Sith Lords themselves, it had been assumed that she would finish her studies after Korriban with one or even both of them. Her mother Profa, who had taken the name and title of her former master, Darth Amaranthe, had much to teach. The Rattataki woman, who had gone from the houseslave of a Hutt to a Darth, was particularly skilled in straight out Force powers, while Dane Kito, her Togruta father, had more subtle, but just as important skills, at his disposal.

Both of them aliens, and naturally incompatible, it had taken some difficult darkside alchemy to bring her into the world. They felt that she belonged to them even moreso than a completely natural child would.

However, she couldn’t ignore the calling of Darth Quanin. Should she decline, the volatile Darth would be severely unhappy and Ishala would feel the brunt of it. She hadn’t survived the trials of Korriban to be immediately killed by her new Master.

It was with great trepidation that the young woman entered in her parents number to the holocom. Deciding between the wrath of her parents and Quanin was proving difficult. After all, both of her parents could be slightly volatile themselves.

But there was still hope. Her father especially had a soft spot for her, much as he had the young woman who came before her that she never did meet. And if Dane could assuage Profa, then it might not be too bad. 

Ishala took a deep breath as a holographic image of her parents showed up, both of them hurrying to take the call as soon as it was received. Her mother had even removed the bone mask she was prone to wearing, that excited to see her daughter. Dane looked as stately as ever.

“Ishi,” he said, using her abbreviated name fondly. “We were hoping this call would come soon.”

“Yes, papa. I have succeeded.”

The look of pride on both Dane and Profa’s face could be seen even through the holographic images.

“Excellent!” her mother added. “We shall continue training immediately. When will you be home?”

And there it was. The moment harder than anything she had gone through on Korriban. Swallowing, she offered her parents a wry grin, trying to look like she wasn’t absolutely frightened. “Well… about that.”

It didn’t take long for her to explain, to inform them of Darth Quanin’s interest in her. About how she had captured his eye after her triumphs on Korriban. Neither of her parents said anything throughout that, and their holographic images never moved a single inch.

And then she finally paused, looking up at them with trepidation in her blue eyes.

Only Dane spoke, and his voice was level and dry. “If that is your decision, we will accept it. Please keep in touch, Ishala.”

The holocom call ended and Ishala took another deep breath. “…That went better than expected.”

 And so it was, until three weeks later, when Darth Quanin was found dead, tortured and battered.

[thelittlemage]

one of my OC's wont leave my brain

well, i have a tone of ocs, but the one that wont seem to leave my head is my sith lord Dane, i just love him, even though the only one who actually really likes him, is Lucy. He's such a sadistic ass, but sometimes you see this side of him that's just so sweet. Like Lucy (who is like a mix between a sister and daughter, he doesn't know which and neither do i) Lucy got hurt real bad, he stopped everything he was doing, sped though the galaxy bought balloons and a teddy bear, and rushed to her side while she was recovering, he then went about looking for the ass who hurt her, while thinking of horrible and painful things to do to said person. that's pretty much the first time i have ever made him concerned for someone. he's also kind of insanely cheery, but his mood changes in an instant, he could be happy then someone says something insulting, or tells him about his job that it's for his mistress and suddenly he's serious and scary. and the jokes he makes is so inappropriate, and he's such a cocky dick. but i just love him, and i want to use him more but have no way of doing so, ah, my poor togruta. hmm, he's like....in his late 20's early 30's Lucy is in her middle teens...Seer is in her late 40's maybe 50's. *sigh* who wants to do a small rp between their character and Dane?