#lafayne

[jezziconvair]

This is for whichever character you want to talk about!

-Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

-Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

-Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

-Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

-What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

-What do they like that nobody else does?

-Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

-What recurring dreams do they have?

-What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

[Sorry there are so many, I'm curious X,D Feel free to only answer some!]

Oh, there's so many!

To make this interesting, I'll shuffle who answers what on a whim

^~^

Stuffed Animal:

Bwebble does! In her setting, she's been given several, including their worlds' version of beanie babies and she attempts to feed and take care of them. Don't ask for her favorite, because how could a mother choose??

Advice:

Jez will typically listen to advice from Monsterfolk over humans any day. Nothing personal, but humans have proven themselves less than trustworthy on multiple occasions.

Describe:

LaFayne- Chill, Clever, Loyal

(Laid-back, Practical, Understanding)

Puzzles:

Façade is rather intelligent, surprisingly; she just pushes limits because shes got no sense of being in danger anymore. So she enjoys a good puzzle now and again, though if it is beyond her, she might put it down in frustration, but eventually come back once she's cooled down to try and get further.

Waste of Time:

Bride has all the time in the world, so not much seems wasted. That doesn't mean she does nothing, of course; she finds lingering spirits and keeps them company until they either find peace, are collected by a Reaper, or her deal with a particular Soul in her hourglass comes to term.

Like:

April is a little strange in that she likes to bite... A lot. Especially people she likes, for various reasons. Not always positive or negative, but you can see why others are less than thrilled. Thankfully she's nonvenomous, but her weak jaw means she can harm herself with all that biting.

Forgiveness/Vengeance:

Mel is all for vengeance- she is a kindness soul, but her hope for others to do the right thing was crushed in an Underfell world and she had to get with the program if she was going to survive. Included in that was not taking threats to yourself or your loved ones lying down. Yandere tendencies are just that more dangerous in someone raised like her.

Recurring Dreams:

Jez has nightmares that she can't remember upon waking up, but they haunt her. She's seemingly unreasonably terrified of spiders without cause (It reminds her of a particular scuttling sound) and she can't stand people behind her (in her blind spot, where she was struck down before) and her fear of heights (the sky couldn't save her)

If they would be forgiven:

Bonus!

Horizon... What wouldn't he do? After all, he's already slaughtered his people for LV, hasn't seen the brat that forced him to do it since, and is now out and about exploring the Multiverse thanks to a certain skeleton he crossed paths with. In the end, if he could be forgiven for it... He might learn to love again.

[scribblingbearcat]

Racism and the Ventress Legacy

When you’re done flailing about today’s date, here’s a character prompt for the swtor people: How racist are your characters? Do they think their race is better? Worse? Do they ever treat those around them differently based on their species or do they hide their thoughts on the matter? Do they think that they are in the right or that their opinions are something to be kept to themselves?

Racism and sexism are two things that the mun, personally, cannot abide. Ever.

That being said:

BOMBSHELL will kick your ass if you are a racist dick in her company. This is the fucking Republic and we do not act like that [even when people do]. There are days when she wants to facepalm and most of humanity, as we tend to suck sometimes. And she firmly believes this is right. Bottom line: don't do it, man. Ain't gonna end well for you.

Now, Imperials and Sith are not people she's fond of, and she WILL judge you for that at least a little, sometimes a lot. But Bombshell is very big on the values of the Republic, and that means acting what she preaches.

RHOWIN has a sort of internal code that she follows- or maybe she's just rationalizing herself. Either way, she thinks you ought to judge someone based on their abilities, not their species. She may draw conclusions based on it -ie, a Nikto is liable to be more physically powerful that, say, a Rhodian- but she readily revises her opinion if she needs to. The exception, oddly enough, tends to be Sith [pureblood or by occupation] and Intelligence types. She is prejudiced against them and automatically wary of anything they have to say or want from her, though Gid is evidence that not all are psychotic power-mad chakar. They've screwed her a few times too many by this point. She might still take the job, depending on the creds, but not without reservations.

CYLVER don't care. Really. She's gotten her ass kicked by people too many times to make those kind of assumptions. Some people look askance at her for her cybernetics, and so she will tend to stand up against racism and stuff if she hears it. However, she might just not give a shit, either, if it's not her business or too much trouble. All depends.

LAFAYNE is a little bit racist. She's Sith in both ways, therefore better than you. But she's that way to everyone, even other Sith and other pureblood, so you might file that under 'arrogance' instead of 'racist', and she'd probably not throw it in someone's face like some Sith are wont to do. That just makes enemies. It's enough for HER to know she's better. Plus... Coming from the exslave's point of view, she's seen all of that nonsense, and tends to dislike it on that basis. It's more of an equal opportunity better-than-thou with her.

ZASHII is a Jedi, and makes a conscious effort to not be racist, and step on it when she sees it. Jedi value and respect diversity -or they SHOULD, if they are any Jedi worth the name- and having Qyzen as a companion has greatly increased her respect for other cultures and species not her own. Different is not wrong, nor lesser, and it is worthy of respect and defense, not just tolerance, but acceptance.

KHES is beginning to really get that racism is a thing out in the big bad galaxy, and that bothers her. She's a genuinely good hearted kid, and she'd never judge someone like that, because she thinks it's just plain wrong. If she ever had any leanings that way, they were effectively obliterated by her meeting and consequent friendship with Ahroun. Plus, Jedi value and respect diversity, so she will too. Khes isn't going to stand for people being unfair or unjust like that, and would definitely interfere if she saw racism going on. Now, not to say she's not new to the world; she is, and that impacts her as well. Sometimes she's not sure how to handle species she's never met, but she's more curious than cautious, and enjoys making new friends and seeing different perspectives of the world. That is part of what Jedi do, as well.

[scribblingbearcat]

Headcanons: Lafayne

nightquill replied to your post: I'd dearly love some prompts and questions for the kids when I get home from school, if yall wanna oblidge. :3

Lafayne and how a pureblood ended up as a slave // Bombshell meets a member of Aric’s family (sister, brother, mother, whatever :D)

[Considering that Jorgan's family is MIA somehow, which I think he mentions during a conversation, I'll answer with Lafayne. :3 Mild spoilers for Dromund Kaas.]

You ask about my family.

I haven't thought of them in... in quite some time...

I was the oldest. Five, six, seven- somewhere like that. I'm not sure. My mother was a Nar Shadda courtesan. I remember she had many men over, and being the bright thing I was, I knew men brought money for her. She once told me it was because she was pretty. My father is much more uncertain. He must have been Sith, somehow, given my own bloodlines as the descendant of Lord Kallig. But beyond that, I know not.

I wasn't the only one, either. I had sisters.

There were two other girls, younger than me, perhaps three or four, and a little silver haired baby. Our mother loved us all, kept us instead of selling us like the Madam of the House wanted to. As oldest, I helped take care of them.

I... I have trouble remembering them, which saddens me. It's been a while.

One day, our mother didn't come home. And then- then the Madam came, and I knew she was going to take us. I grabbed the baby and told the twins to run. I would buy them time. The Madam broke down the door.

She was a mean, cruel, vicious bitch and she hit our mother on a regular basis. Whens he could, she hit us, me especially. I hated her. I hated her with the purity and conviction of a child's worldview, and when I saw her standing in the kitchen there, I wanted to hurt her back.

It was the first time I touched the Force. Funny the things you remember: I can still see how she writhed and shrieked and the way the lightening from my fingers mad shadows on the walls, but I have no idea what she was saying. In the end, though, it didn't matter. One of her thugs came up from behind me and hit me with his rifle.

I woke in the slave pens, my sister gone from my arms. I have no idea if the twins survived. I hope so. When I am more secure in my power as a Sith, I intend to find them. Family is family.

I bounced around, a curiosity, as there are few pureblood slaves. It was difficult. Sometimes, the only thing that kept me sane was the thought of summoning that magic again. I had no concept of the Force at the time, but I knew I was special, superior. In my teens, I was given as a gift to a Hutt, where I served as a housekeeper. Frexxar was fond of curiosities, like me, and he had amassed quite a collection of knicknacks and artifacts and, most importantly, books. I taught myself to read and began to work my way through his collection secretly.

One day, not too long ago, we were preparing for a guest. Frexxar was nervous. Everything had be perfectly spotless for our guest. He made me hide, saying he didn't want to offend 'the Lord'.

I took it as a prime opportunity to visit the library uninterrupted. I slipped out of my room and snuck inside. A few pages from the end, however, I heard the doors open and hid. If he found me I would be killed for touching his precious collection without permission.

Ignorant sack of grease, he didn't even READ the books. Honestly.

Anyways.

So I hid. And they talked for a moment, and I kept hiding. I wanted to be invisible, and I concentrated on that very hard, on not being there, not noticed, not known, merely a shadow. They started coming my way. I had no where to run. I shut my eyes and waited for the angry blows, because they would see me as the turned the corner.

And... nothing happened.

I opened my eyes. Frexxar passed right by me. His eyes slid over where I stood without registering, and I knew the magic was at work, because I felt it, felt the Force. But the person with him looked right at me, with glaring yellow-red eyes in a dark hooded face, a face like mine. He was another pureblood.

Those eyes were- darkness and death and cold as space but hot as molten metal all at once. I was enthralled, instantly. His name was Sith Lord Praell, though I didn't learn that till later. He met my own gaze, and then walked right by, didn't speak, didn't acknowledge my presence.

Three days later I was sold to him as part of a business transaction.

He was the one who truly introduced me to the Force, and the Sith. I wasn't free, but under his -tutelage? Care? Observation?- I soaked up knowledge like the proverbial sponge. I was almost free, and learning, and it was enough. I ended up in his bed within the month, willingly. And I would stay there, in his mansion, for five years.

I may have loved him. I'm not sure. I know he... cared for me in a way. Not love, never love, but I was special among his servants. And he was special to me. Perhaps it was gratitude. He took the time to teach me, and was I ever a willing student, though he was careful about it, always just enough to be tantalizing and keep me around, hungering for more. As I grew older into my early twenties, I began to pursue such things on my own once more. It became a game, to see if he could catch me at it, me hiding my power. I lived there till I heard he was killed in battle by the Jedi.

Apparently, in his will, he asked that I be trained on Korriban should he die unexpectedly. A final gift. Praell always was a sneaky bastard. I was freed from my service and sent to the Sith Academy. The rest, as they say, is history.

[scribblingbearcat]

Lafayne - Now that you're sith do you have any intentions of trying to fit in or stand out?

An intriguing question.

The answer is both.

Sith politics are none so simple as that. I am a slave no more, and rightly so, with power of my own and the means to use it. I am Sith. And I will put in their place anyone who dares call me slave again. Coming into the Order as an outsider has given me a rather... unique perspective on the Sith and the Dark Side.

I'm not sure they are any better than the Jedi they despise. The entire Order is constructed to keep one man in power, and by the time any Sith reaches an age or maturity to begin to pose a threat to him they are thoroughly indoctrinated and under his thumb.

I do not intend to be one of the indoctrinated. I will find my own path to power. The line reads 'The Force shall set me free', not 'The Force shall set me free to serve a man in the shadows whose face has not been seen in a lifetime yet calls himself Emperor.'

Such thoughts are the highest form of blasphemy and treason. Really I don't care, but, for obvious reasons, like living, I will be keeping these to myself.

I will do what I can to assist my master's plans. Though I am sure she intends to betray me at some point -no one is that nice without ulterior motive- I like her. I don't trust her but I like her and I am not powerful enough yet to... pursue the things I wish to pursue without fear of retribution. And there is no denying her cleverness, or intelligence. A pity, really, that I'll probably end up killing her in true Sith fashion.

In that, I will distinguish myself, from behind the safety of her skirts, like some bright child and her mother. I am very intelligent as well. When her attack comes, I will need to be able to keep the power that I gain by killing her.

The trick is not to be invisible, or a beacon, but somewhere in between, just noticeable enough to be known, but not enough to be a threat.

Yet.

It is this underestimation that I plan to exploit.

[scribblingbearcat]

Lafayne: End Games

[Short drabble for my SI, Lafayne.]

LAFAYNE:

/Little Sith./

                Lafayne turned to the Dashade, drink in her hand. After a somewhat hellish and perilous trip through the wilds of Dromuund Kaas, they reached Kaas City. She had met with her master, the ever cheerful, ever scheming Lord Zash, and now master and apprentice were concocting a plan to kill Darth Skotia.

                She was all on board for this. The man was an ass, and an arrogant one. Taking him down would be sweet. The rest of the Empire could thank her later, for doubtless she was doing them a favor.

                But for now, she sat in the Nexus Room in a corner table, shadowed with a good view of the room and the exits. A glass of water and a plate of good food were her rewards to herself for a job well done so far. She watched, gold eyes glinting from the darkness like a predatory cat. Khem Val, her (somewhat) loyal companion slash indentured guardian slash pet monster, loomed over her.

                “Yes, Khem?” she asked, looking up. She felt confident here, even among the Dark Lords as she was. Nobody wanted to fuck with a Dashade, not even a Sith Lord.

                Of course, she was no defenseless damsel either.

                /Lord Zash. Why do you insist on doing her bidding?/ he growled. /Her breath-/

                “Stinks of Sith lies, yes, you’ve told me,” Lafayne drawled. He glared at her. She sighed. “Khem, she took me from Korriban. Gave me her lightsaber. What’s good for her is good for me as well. And to be honest, I like her,” the dark skinned Sith shrugged.

                /Then you are stupider than I suspected./          

                She rolled her eyes. “Give me some credit, Khem. I like her, a lot- but that doesn’t mean I trust her. She has a motive for picking me specifically, for collecting these artifacts and wanting Skotia dead. She hasn’t told met yet, but she’s made sure to get on my good side and dangle the lure of power in front of my nose.” She sat back, mind turning to her master. “I’m not stupid. But there is no reason to not play along for now. In case you noticed, I do not have an army like your much vaunted Tulak Hord. Just because I’m not beating her in the face with a lightsaber doesn’t mean that I am going to lie down and let her have her wicked way with me.”

                Khem grunted. /…Still. Tread lightly, little Sith./

                “Of course. Khem, I was a slave for most of my life. I have learned when to bow and scrape to those in charge, and when to put poison in the soup, and when to just plain stab them in the heart. But I am Sith now. I will not bow and scrape for long,” she said quietly.

                /Then it is fame you seek? The adoration of others?/ he mocked.

                “I seek… to be powerful enough that nobody will ever dare call me slave again. I want the freedom to do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. The Force shall give me that power.” Absently, she called her specialty, a crackle of lavender lightening, to the palm of her hand, and watched the sparks play across her fingers. “I’m not particularly interested in the Sith Order, to be frank.”

                He looked at her as if she was insane.

                “They are a means to an end, nothing more.”

                /Tulak Hord-/

                “As you are ever so fond of pointing out, I am not in fact Tulak Hord,” she said dryly. “Think, Khem, think. You’ve got to be smart enough to figure this out. Look at the structure of the Sith Order. The competition, murder, backstabbing, intrigue. Who benefits?” she asked.

                The Dashade blinked, uncomprehending. /Those with the most potential and power,/ he said. /Little Sith, you make no sense./

                “Wrong. The entire structure of the Sith Order is designed for one person. It’s to keep him in power,” she said, dropping her voice a notch so only he could hear. She had little doubt if a Darth overheard her now, she’d be in extremely hot water. “Promising students are pitted against each other and prevented from forming alliances, so they can’t overthrow him or his proxies. All but the meanest, strongest, cruelest are eliminated. Those that survive Korriban are apprenticed to a master, who further indoctrinates them into Sith philosophy. By the time anyone is old enough, strong enough, to pose any sort of threat to his throne, they’re so wrapped up in Sith politics that they are thoroughly prevented from making any sort of moves against him. The very best are inducted into the Dark Council, where he exercises his will on them.”

                He processed this. /…You speak of the Emp-/

                “Don’t say his name. He’s got eyes everywhere. So you see, I have no desire to be under anyone’s thumb. Including his,” she added quietly.            

                /You play a dangerous game, little Sith./

                She gave him a lazy, wicked smile. “Wouldn’t be any fun otherwise,” Lafayne said.

[captains-log-of-mad-scribbl-blog]

Captain's Log: Lafayne Headcanons

Ok, so wrote this today. Short but I still kinda like it. Enjoy.

/Little Sith./

                Lafayne turned to the Dashade, drink in her hand. After a somewhat hellish and perilous trip through the wilds of Dromuund Kaas, they reached Kaas City. She had met with her master, the ever cheerful, ever scheming Lord Zash, and now master and apprentice were concocting a plan to kill Darth Skotia.

                She was all on board for this. The man was an ass, and an arrogant one. Taking him down would be sweet. The rest of the Empire could thank her later, for doubtless she was doing them a favor.

                But for now, she sat in the Nexus Room in a corner table, shadowed with a good view of the room and the exits. A glass of water and a plate of good food were her rewards to herself for a job well done so far. She watched, gold eyes glinting from the darkness like a predatory cat. Khem Val, her (somewhat) loyal companion slash indentured guardian slash pet monster, loomed over her.

                “Yes, Khem?” she asked, looking up. She felt confident here, even among the Dark Lords as she was. Nobody wanted to fuck with a Dashade, not even a Sith Lord.

                Of course, she was no defenseless damsel either.

                /Lord Zash. Why do you insist on doing her bidding?/ he growled. /Her breath-/

                “Stinks of Sith lies, yes, you’ve told me,” Lafayne drawled. He glared at her. She sighed. “Khem, she took me from Korriban. Gave me her lightsaber. What’s good for her is good for me as well. And to be honest, I like her,” the dark skinned Sith shrugged.

                /Then you are stupider than I suspected./          

                She rolled her eyes. “Give me some credit, Khem. I like her, a lot- but that doesn’t mean I trust her. She has a motive for picking me specifically, for collecting these artifacts and wanting Skotia dead. She hasn’t told met yet, but she’s made sure to get on my good side and dangle the lure of power in front of my nose.” She sat back, mind turning to her master. “I’m not stupid. But there is no reason to not play along for now. In case you noticed, I do not have an army like your much vaunted Tulak Hord. Just because I’m not beating her in the face with a lightsaber doesn’t mean that I am going to lie down and let her have her wicked way with me.”

                Khem grunted. /…Still. Tread lightly, little Sith./

                “Of course. Khem, I was a slave for most of my life. I have learned when to bow and scrape to those in charge, and when to put poison in the soup, and when to just plain stab them in the heart. But I am Sith now. I will not bow and scrape for long,” she said quietly.

                /Then it is fame you seek? The adoration of others?/ he mocked.

                “I seek… to be powerful enough that nobody will ever dare call me slave again. I want the freedom to do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. The Force shall give me that power.” Absently, she called her specialty, a crackle of lavender lightening, to the palm of her hand, and watched the sparks play across her fingers. “I’m not particularly interested in the Sith Order, to be frank.”

                He looked at her as if she was insane.

                “They are a means to an end, nothing more.”

                /Tulak Hord-/

                “As you are ever so fond of pointing out, I am not in fact Tulak Hord,” she said dryly. “Think, Khem, think. You’ve got to be smart enough to figure this out. Look at the structure of the Sith Order. The competition, murder, backstabbing, intrigue. Who benefits?” she asked.

                The Dashade blinked, uncomprehending. /Those with the most potential and power,/ he said. /Little Sith, you make no sense./

                “Wrong. The entire structure of the Sith Order is designed for one person. It’s to keep him in power,” she said, dropping her voice a notch so only he could hear. She had little doubt if a Darth overheard her now, she’d be in extremely hot water. “Promising students are pitted against each other and prevented from forming alliances, so they can’t overthrow him or his proxies. All but the meanest, strongest, cruelest are eliminated. Those that survive Korriban are apprenticed to a master, who further indoctrinates them into Sith philosophy. By the time anyone is old enough, strong enough, to pose any sort of threat to his throne, they’re so wrapped up in Sith politics that they are thoroughly prevented from making any sort of moves against him. The very best are inducted into the Dark Council, where he exercises his will on them.”

                He processed this. /…You speak of the Emp-/

                “Don’t say his name. He’s got eyes everywhere. So you see, I have no desire to be under anyone’s thumb. Including his,” she added quietly.            

                /You play a dangerous game, little Sith./

                She gave him a lazy, wicked smile. “Wouldn’t be any fun otherwise,” Lafayne said.