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[tehjai]

Ru -> 1, 11, 19, 26

1: When did you lose your virginity?

There's a few minutes of stony-faced silence.  Ru'sila has her arms folded against her chest and is openly scowling.  After awhile, she finally begins to speak -- and there's the smallest suggestion of a smile on her face.  "First time?  Aw hell, it was good.  We'd just gotten out and just gotten our ship and had a few credits to burn.  Went out earlier that day and bought some stuff to make it a little more ... well, y'know, like you wanna live in it.  We bought these sheets, and, y'know, we'd always kinda wanted t' do it -- Look, I ain't gettin' into the details, but it was a hell of a lot nicer than it coulda been, considering that my virginity was first offered to him as a prize.  But he didn't know.  And I didn't know.  So anyway, we did it in the bed of our ship for hours and it was a great time."

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

"My favourite pair of sexy underwear?  It's purple mesh with sparkly bits woven into it.  They tie on.  Ask Twinkletits how easy they are to take off with your teeth."

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

"Sex is better in the shower.  Run a bath and you just make a mess.  And I'm too lazy to clean up a mess like that.  Besides, you can keep all the suds on you that way."

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

"All he's gotta do is just gimme that smile and ask me.  Works every damn time."

[beranyth-inactive]

Tell me about Skeli~

Skeli is one of my few original SWTOR characters.  At first I just made him because I already had an agent and HAD TO HAVE A CHISS, and the only other option was Chiss bounty hunter.  The core character concept literally started as nothing more than “scarred-up former pretty boy.”  Everything else came from trying to reconcile what he looked like and the fact he was a Chiss with the bounty hunter type.  Why did he look so young, but sound so old?  How did he get half his face burnt off?  Why doesn’t he have an Imperial accent?  Why would a Chiss—isolationists with a severe taboo against pre-emptive strikes—decide to make a living by hunting people for money?  I had so many opposites to work with that I had to have a lot of the character’s background in place before I could do anything with him at all.

[aileuromania]

emiisaurus replied to your post: emiisaurus replied to your post: emiisaurus...

Do I get to bring my hoverround scooter and plaid lap blanket?

Sure thing. So long as you can share.

[aileuromania]

emiisaurus replied to your post: emiisaurus replied to your photo: The Chiss...

scuse me while i grab my iPod and jam out to some Space Oddity.

You may stay on my lawn.

[aileuromania]

emiisaurus replied to your photo: The Chiss Aladdin Sane?

did you just David Bowie up in here

Maaaaaaaaaybe?  08-) <

[tehjai]

Her child loved the garden.  It was the brightest spot in the entire compound; a small grassy plot with fruit trees and a fish pond and a few lazy blurrgs that spent their time sunning themselves on the boulders spaced throughout.

Hanneke sat in the grass, her head tilted back to enjoy the unexpected sunlight on Dromund Kaas, when Elatar’s happy gurgle caught her attention.  She cast her eyes back down to see him sitting up amongst the grass, blades of green poking out from between the fingers of his chubby brown-orange fist.  He noticed her looking at him and smiled widely, an endearing gap-toothed grin as he held out his hand.

“Mama,” he said, holding out his grass-filled hand, his yellow eyes wide with wonder.  Hanneke laughed, scooting herself back a few paces.

“What do you have, honey?”  She held out her hands, beckoning him to come toward her.

Elatar frowned slightly, looked down at his hand and back up at his mother, and reached again.  “Mama.”  His tone was insistent and he stared at Hanneke, looking extremely put out at the fact that she wasn’t coming to pick him up.

“Come here,” Hanneke said, a soft smile on her face, “and show me what you’ve found.”

He did.   She watched in awe, her heart swelling as Elatar took his very first steps.  He didn’t quite know what to do with his own legs, but he stood up and took a few stumbling steps straight into her arms, tripping at the end such that the handful of grass flew into her face.

“Well done,” she breathed, lifting him into her arms, the proudest she’d ever felt.  He giggled and nuzzled her neck.  “You’ll have to show your father later.”