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Here's the introduction post for Assistant Ardale! I will be adding more onto this in the future, but for now here's his character sheet proper:
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CHARACTER PAGE:
Here's the introduction post for Assistant Ardale! I will be adding more onto this in the future, but for now here's his character sheet proper:
Closeup of the boy himself Assistant Ardale to showcase his prematurely greying disposition.
CHARACTER PAGE:
Supervisor Rontal himself, one of Ardale's coworkers who's in intelligence and interrogations! He provides a more "normal" outlook on the universe to the burgeoning ISB worker.
Shirtless alt under the cut!
S'MORE RONTAL
First and foremost! So happy to share more of this goober. I adore the sorta archetype of the stoner bestie, and that's sorta Rontal to a T. He's able to exist far better, and far easier, within the Empire because he's so unorthodox.
He doesn't scare, he doesn't threaten, he just sits with people and talks instead, etc. Doesn't make him any less a bad person but even so, gives some fun depth!
Secondly, here's the fun art of him and Ardale:
HEADS UP, SEVEN UP
Thank you so kindly @josephinetaylorbooks for the tag, as always it's appreciated!
Per the challenge here are seven ish lines from my star wars anthology I'm writing:
"“Ardie!” A nasally, lazy voice snapped Ardale from his work, and he poised to throw his datapad at the intruder, when he stopped, and gawked at the speaker: Supervisor Clovis Rontal. Rontal was the sort of man that had gained a following rapidly through sheer personality. While the ISB was a well oiled, well maintained, machine, Rontal looked the opposite: his rank plaque was crooked, he wore glasses, was unshaven, constantly smoking, with a mop of dirty blonde hair. Wiry, thin, looking almost like a scarecrow, he had a way of swaying back and forth, as if in the wind. His right arm had been surgically removed and replaced with a synthetic one and as a source of pride he always kept his sleeve rolled to exhibit the shiny metal, the only well kempt part of him. As such he was disarming… And as such he was the perfect interrogator. "
Admittedly I don't really know any other formal authors other than Jo here so I leave this one mostly up to the crowd, but I will tag! (Purely Optional) @arrothededushka