#fellsin

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why do i have so many OCs WHY AM I SO ATTACHED TO THEM

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❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile for any of your characters. :)

(I perhaps got a little carried away.)

Dromund Kaas was rainy.  It was always rainy.  

Fellsin’s breath clouded the transparisteel windows of his Kaas City apartment, as his mind roamed from the now-forgotten datapad to the question of how exactly the precipitation on the planet functioned.  

“Flowcharts,” Kaliyo had joked, and she hadn’t been completely wrong; Fell’s mind was a perpetual jumble of charts and numbers, precise computations and abstruse ciphers.  Even in what little free time the Cathar had, he couldn’t help but run series of calculations on whatever caught his interest.  (It did help when a laser sight was no longer needed for accurate headshots.)

Halfway through mentally tabulating the ratios of humidity to lightning strikes over the past several weeks, Fellsin’s eyes suddenly snapped back to the ceaseless gray of Kaas City.  

Out.  He had to get out.  

Another minute trapped in this dark room, with its stale air and utter lack of contrast, and he might as well just hand in a resignation letter claiming the loss of mental faculties.

A muted, guttural snarl rumbled through Fell’s throat as he slammed the datapad onto a cluttered desk and grabbed his coat.  He’d had it custom-made, sleek yet robust, and able to hide an entire arsenal of the tools and weapons the agent needed on a daily basis.  It occasionally emitted a muffled clanking sound when he turned too tight a corner, but the safety provided by reinforced plating sewn into fabric itself was worth the extra weight.

One foot out the door, Fellsin paused, whirled around, and grabbed the datapad.  Might as well see if I can get some work done once I clear my head.

…

The Dromund Kaas atmosphere made the cipher agent’s hair – and fur – stand on end, for a few short minutes before everything became matted down by the rain.  Fell made his way through the streets, avoiding the more crowded intersections – he was in no mood to deal with loitering Sith acolytes and overzealous vendors.  Business continued as usual, despite the torrential downpour, as it always did in Kaas City.  

He hadn’t been here long; in fact, he had signed the lease for his apartment just mere months ago.  But Fellsin knew the city almost as well as any Kaas City native, the result of hours upon hours of mapping out back alleys and escape routes.  

The healthy stipend from Imperial Intelligence came with a perhaps less-than-healthy dose of paranoia.

Paranoia which, as Fellsin turned a corner, sent him leaping a foot into the air.

Something had grabbed his coat.  Or maybe it had simply gotten caught on a loose fence wire.  He took a quick, deep breath to regain his usual composure, and turned around, right hand subconsciously wandering towards the vibroblade stowed within a coat.

What greeted him was more or less the opposite of a threat.  In front of him crouched a tiny Twi’lek, a green hand still extended from clutching the torn fringe of Fell’s coat.  Bright purple eyes stood out from her grubby face and muddy clothes, and she met the agent’s stare with a determined pout, then sneezed with the strength of a blaster going off.

Fellsin raised an eyebrow and stooped down.  She can’t be older than twelve, and even that’s pushing it.

“…Well?” he finally managed to blurt out, breaking the silence surrounding them.  

The Twi’lek kid tilted her head, sniffled, and glanced at the many pockets of Fell’s coat before replying, her hoarse voice barely above a whisper, “You look different.  From…the other people.”

Well, I’m a Cathar, Fell muttered to himself, although he didn’t bother to say it.

“And?”

The kid took a long breath before continuing, “And…um.  Not mean?”

“…And?” the agent probed, barely reining in the laughter that bubbled up.

“And, uh, maybe-that-means-you’re-nice-and-have-credits-to-spare?”

Fellsin smiled inwardly, the jumbled, rushed words reminiscent of his own pre-adolescent days, and lowered the single raised eyebrow.

“Your persuasion skills need some work.”

He watched as the kid’s face dropped, then brighten up again as he rummaged through the lining of his coat.  A few seconds later, he was holding a hundred-credit chip, leaning back while grabbing the Twi’lek’s filthy shirt to keep her hands from snatching up the money.  

“Wait, wait, before I give this to – whoa, hold on, calm it! – before I give this to you, I want to know how you–”  Before he could readjust his grip, the Twi’lek girl slipped through his fingers and made a lunge for the chip, knocking Fell off his feet and into the giant swampy puddle behind him.  He hastily stuffed the chip back into a pocket and picked himself up before the water seeped through to the innermost layers of the coat, then grumpily hauled the kid up by the arms, plopping her down onto a waist-high platform.  

“You’ll have what you want.  I promise.  But I want to know how you ended up here.”  And if you’re like me.

The girl glared sideways, kicking her feet against the concrete as she snuck peeks at Fellsin, trying to see how mad the Cathar really was.  She decided he didn’t look too angry.  A little scary, perhaps, but not scary in the way that those dark-robed “Sith” people were.  

“I…grew up here.  Mostly.  Mama worked here, I think.  Or…somewhere around here.  I’m not sure.  I don’t remember much, but I used to live in some empty place.  And she’d come back from work late at night and tell me to go back to sleep.  And sometimes she brought food.  But she always told me to not let anyone see me.  And then one day she just stopped coming back, and I don’t know where she is, and, and it’s not my fault, and–”

Fellsin sighed.  Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.  “Here,” he muttered, pulling a different credit chip out of his coat. “I…don’t know how else to help you.  I don’t want to tell you to sneak onto a cargo ship and get off this planet, but…”

He trailed off as the kid’s teary eyes widened at the sight of a whole thousand credits, then braced himself against her deafening screech of excitement that was cut off abruptly by a barrage of sneezes.  A stream of thanks trailed after him as she danced and skipped back into the tangle of alleys from which she’d emerged, and he sighed again, a bit wistfully, then turned around to find a place to just think.  A thousand credits seemed like a lot, but how long could a child survive on a thousand credits?  It was a wonder she had survived this long at all.

Thoughts raced through his mind, a score a second, for several minutes before Fellsin gave in and finally admitted to himself that he was entirely too distracted to get any sort of work done.  It would take a lot more walking around in the storm to empty his mind of cluttering thoughts, but his clothes were already almost soaked through.  For now, the best course of action seemed to be to head home and take a long shower, in part to remove the mud that was caked to his fur.

Five sharp turns and three blocks later, Fellsin’s ears caught the distinctive pitter-pat of bare feet splashing through puddles, with the gait of someone trying to tread quietly, and a familiar faint sniffling.  He couldn’t quite suppress a ghost of a grin as he stopped mid-stride, the Twi’lek nearly colliding with him, took off his coat, and dropped it neatly on the kid’s shoulders.  That particular article of clothing was overdue for laundry, in any case, he thought to himself as he watched her struggle a bit with the sheer weight of the coat, then flash the largest grin he’d ever seen.  He gave her a little pat on the head.

Or maybe her persuasion skills are just fine.

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Finally figured out how to take close-ups without being in a cutscene.  Seems like there’s a slight fisheye effect, though.  Whoops.

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I scribbled a Fellsin and nearly died from the shading. Not sure if I’ll finish. Bleargh.

He looks a bit young, so I guess this could be him right after he joined Imperial Intel?

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Things to draw:

- FELLSIN. I've grown so attached to my IA and yet I haven't draw him even once.

- Ashi'ara and Arkhest swapping Jedi robes. (aka Ashi drowning in fabric and Ark wearing what seems to be a skirt)

- Kienra action shots. (also tripping over his robes based on real in-game happenings)

- Ve'un giving a boost to Vette so she can climb up a ledge

- Kalthar with a height stick and cheating because of his montrals

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-narrows eyes at Watcher X- ...I do not trust you. You have more motives than you're telling me. also raina is adorable

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Okay, finished IA chapter 1 and not emotionally wrecked yet...that's good... Sucks to be Zhorrid, I guess... ...-narrows eyes at chapter 2-