#oc nena

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*trips and these fall off my pocket* SHIT MY OLD NOTEBOOK DOODLES

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Nena for the asks? ^-^

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Full Name: Nena Annie (she’s a plant spirit, she doesn’t rlly have a last name...)Gender and Sexuality: Agender, aroace triple a batteryPronouns: AnyEthnicity/Species: White(technically), plant spirit Birthplace and Birthdate: St. John’s, Newfoundland/November 16thGuilty Pleasures: ‘Emo’ music Phobias: Fire(at first, at least)What They Would Be Famous For: She’d be a humanitarian probably What They Would Get Arrested For: Protests OC You Ship Them With: I don’t ‘ship’ anyone with her romantically, but I ship em all in a QPR soOC Most Likely To Murder Them: No One He Is PerfectFavorite Movie/Book Genre: Sci-fiLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Unnecessary romantic subplots Talents and/or Powers: Singing and playing the guitar/manipulating plants Why Someone Might Love Them: They’re SUPER NICE. LIKE IT’S KIND OF RIDICULOUS THEY’RE THE SWEETESTWhy Someone Might Hate Them: Kind of a pushover How They Change: I was originally thinking of putting him in a romance plot w Chris, but like... nah. Why You Love Them: she’s Really Easy to project onto fun to draw!!!!

Thanks for the ask!! <333

Send me an OC!

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All of the red colors! Oc of your choice

Sure! I’ll go with Nena here :D i’m still not sure if ur supposed to answer in character so like… nah

Red- What makes you angry? 

People who refuse to see someone else’s point in a fight, and choose to be close-minded in those types of situations. Like, she gets exasperated really quickly whenever Lily and Chris fight since they’re both so stubborn that 90% of the time neither of them will see the other’s side in the argument. 

Crimson- Have you ever been to war? If so, describe how to impacted you

Nope, and she has no plans to any time soon (at least until she finishes high school, like c’mon) 

Maroon- What are you most passionate about? 

Nena is very passionate about protecting the environment, partially due to the fact that she’s watched a few of her fellow nature spirits get very sick and even die because of human pollution. 

Ruby- Would you consider yourself impulsive or reckless? 

Nah, she’s pretty calm in general, and 90% of the time thinks things through before doing something. 

Chili- Do you like spicy foods? 

I mean, she’s better with it than Leina, but that’s not a hard thing to beat, since she finds pepper spicy. Like, she can handle mildly spicy food, but nothing more than that. She kind of likes it. 

Brick- What are some things you dislike? 

She dislikes conflict, pollution, and pickles. 

Rose- Would you consider yourself a romantic person? 

I mean… I mean she’s aro so not really… 

Redwood- How tall are you? 

She’s 174.6 cm(~5″9), the second tallest of their friend group, next to Christopher, who’s 180.1 cm(~5″11). 

Wine- Opinion on alcohol? (and does it exist in your world?)

She’s 15, and yes, it does, since it’s pretty much the modern world with some added magic. 

Thanks for the ask! <33

Send me a colour + an OC or two! 

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Oc?

Sure! How about some Nena headcanons?? :D me @ me: she’s ur oc this shit is canon

- Can sing and play the guitar, and is very good at it. Her voice is so pretty- Aroace- HUGE fan of musicals, especially Les Misarables and The Phantom of the Opera - Nicest person you will ever meet ever. Remember what I said about Adrian? That x10, she’s so nice- Pretty much the definition of the Canadian stereotype. She’s kind, polite, and a bit of a pushover sometimes- Roommates with Leina and sometimes ends up being the third wheel when she and Lily have dinner dates(not that she minds, though, they’re cute af)- Really good artist! She’s the art friend- Tall™, she’s like 5″9 at age 14- Youngest and second tallest of their friend group(second only to Christopher, who has her beat by half an inch) - Is appalled by the concept of picking cats or dogs, she loves all animals

Thanks for the ask! <3

Send me a character and I’ll write 10 headcanons about them! 

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asceticcyan said:

Rahm, you're a man who's been through a lot. If you could choose one moment out of all of them and frame it, what would it be?

Feeling fat and bloated from the ingestion of an entire uj'alayi cake, Rahm and Nena sit down on the couch in the kar'yai, the common room, to  vegetate for a bit. "Jate, Nen'ika," he says to her, nudging her in the side. "Couldn't have done that one by myself." She groans and holds her midsection with both hands. "Happy to help, buir," she replies, the gastric discomfort evident in her voice. "We make quite a team, don't we?" he asks her, slouching quite happily as he sinks into the soft furniture. "The best, no doubt" Nena answers as she looks around the house she grew up in. On the walls, framed, and neatly spaced to an exacting degree, are many pieces of art. Some are fractals, others are examples of some advanced geometry principles. "Oya, you've still got all my old drawings on the walls," she says, frowning. "When're you gonna upgrade the decor in here. Hasn't changed since I was five." "That's when you drew those," Rahm says, chucking a thumb at the walls. "Always knew you were talented." "Most Mandalorian houses I've been to have like, holos and stuff, on the walls, of friends and family," Nena counters. "I know we have holos." Rahm chuckles a few times, and puts his arm around her. "We do, but they're all embarassing. You'd turn purple every time you came in the door," he says back. "Can't have that." At the Nena simply frowned, not believing him so much, and gave him a look from out of the corner of her eye that meant she was telegraphing that fact to him. This was yet another thing she had picked up from her mother, and it was an ability that she had perfected. "Fine, fine," he says, conceding. "Listen, if I had a holo of the first time you were learning how to walk, of that moment, I'd have it made into a sequence, and I'd put that on the walls." At that, Nena raises an eyebrow, and gives her father a disbelieving stare. "Why?" she asks, crossing her arms. "Because it'd show how you kept falling down again and again," Rahm answers, grinning. "And how I'd keep picking you back up and planting you on your feet. Your mother was freaking out, because at one point, you skinned your knee, but you didn't even cry. You shrugged it off. I just picked you back up, set you on your path, and you kept going 'til you got it right." The old man smiles at her again as he sees his daughter's stony facade melt.

"It's how I knew you had the right stuff. It was the same with your fractals," he says, gesturing with his eyes to the walls. "But the fractals didn't embarass you every time you brought one of your little boyfriends over, did they?" Just as that sentence left his mouth, Nena's lips turn into a thin line and she stares straight ahead. "Point taken," she says, rolling her eyes. "Kriff, how is it that you manage to be right all the time? That's not fair." Rahm chuckles heartily, and he gives her shoulder a squeeze. "Simple. I'm your buir."

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asceticcyan said:

If you could go back and change anything, what would it be?

Rahm uses the spoon to stir his tea, which he has since loaded with sugar. He used to take it black when he was younger, but in his later years it became a habit, and then a preference. Drikkah lived in a state of constant annoyance with him about this, as he had developed a habit of leaving empty cups about the house, disposable bags stuck to the inside, with a gelatinous layer of darkened, undissolved sugar near glued to the bottoms. "What would I change, Nen'ika?" he asks his daughter, now an adult, who stares back at him. He takes a sip of the tea and immediately burns his mouth a bit. After decades of drinking tea, he still takes the first sip too early, despite how hot he knows it still is, yet another habit that he can't break. "Yeah, I didn't stutter old man," he says, grinning at him, having learned to just enjoy the aroma and warmth while it lasts, something she learned from her mother. "If you could change anything, what would it be?" It doesn't take him long to repsond. "Easy question there, ad'ika," he replies. "If I could change something, it'd be to go back and tell myself to quit all my jobs and stay here on Mandalore, with you and you mother. I'd've gone back to the day you came into this galaxy and said, "Hey, di'kut, put these two first, always."" Rahm sighs, and stirs his tea again with the spoon. "Wasted a lot of years fighting out there on distant worlds with other mercenaries half my age when I should've been right here." Nena looks down at her tea for a moment, seemingly a bit sullen, but then she looks at her father again, and smiles. "Good answer, buir," she says, having a sip of her tea finally. "Now let's go have some uj cake before mum gets back." "Now that sounds like a plan," Rahm says, pushing himself up from the table with a grunt, taking his tea with him. They move over to the counter where a freshly baked, full sized uj cake sits under a protective glass barrier. Drikkah had baked it earlier in the morning before she went out into town for some supplies. The cake does not survive.

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asceticcyan said:

Alor- what was the most terrifying moment of your life?

A bluish tinted hologram recording appears out of a receiver, revealing a helmeted visage, complete with trademark T-visor. Once dark red paint has faded with age, and dents and dings and scrapes and scratches litter the surface here and there as badges of honor and duty. Two gauntleted hands reach up to pull the helm up and off, revealing the old man's face. He finally looks like his father now, with heavy lines across his brow, and snow white sideburns down each side of his face. Despite the passage of many, many years, his eyes still flash with the youth and vitality he once had, if only in spirit. It's clear from the droop of his shoulders that his armor is getting heavier as time goes by, but he bears it proudly still, as he always has, for many decades. "Su'cuy, Nen'ika," he speaks, his voice a bit hoarse, but still strong in its own way. "It's been a while since we've talked, and I know you're doing well. Tell your ad'ike I love 'em. You need to come over soon. Your mother's not doing too well." Rahm looks to the side for a moment, out at something in the distance in the house, but soon turns back to the screen. Before continuing, he clears his throat heavily, with a kind of barking cough that he had developed in the past few years, one that tended to annoy his wife to no end. "Last time we spoke, you asked me if anything ever really scared me, Nen," he says, looking into the receiver. "I deflected the question and went on about something else. It's been bugging me. And on that note, I can tell you a lot of things." He runs his hand sthrough his thinning hair and scratches the side of his face. "I could tell you about Dantooine, all the things I never really told you," he says, licking his lips. "Or Balmorra, or Ord Cestus, or Deralia, or any one of a hundred other battles that I somehow survived. But you can read about those, and I don't need to burden you with that stuff. You've had your own battles to fight, and I don't need to add to them even a bit." He leans his arm on top of the helmet which he has set just off to the side, and blinks a few times before going on, blinking hard once or twice before continuing. "You know I ain't perfect," Rahm says, smiling. "Although you thought I was for ages. I was scared of the day you'd realize I wasn't a superhero. I still remember when you did. Gutted me." "I was scared for years that all my rancors'd come home to roost. All the osik I've done. All the people I've crossed. Lived in constant fear that they'd come and tear down everything we'd built, your mum and I," he continues. "That they'd hurt you somehow, and I'd never be able to live with myself." He shows his teeth though, suddenly, and grins at the screen, clearly pleased. "But they're all dead and buried, and I buried most of them myself, Nen'ika." Proudly, he points to several, long ago healed diagonal scars and burn marks running across the right side of his face, a testament to years of violence and revenge. Many rancors indeed, had come and gone, seeking to devour him and his family, but they were gone now, and these injuries were his trophies and his reminders. Moments later, his face grows sullen again. "Was scared that your mother would leave me. That she'd finally find all of this osik too much. All this playing with fire, living in the shadows, living in denial, living with the sting of me having to always deny you and her, like you weren't real," he says, managing to somehow grunt and sigh at the same time. "I thought she'd take you and run and never look back, and what scared me the most is that I wouldn't have blamed her for it." He shakes his head and scratches the back of his neck, looking down at the floor for a moment before looking up again, directly into the screen. "But really, Nen'ika, the most terrifying moment of my life was the day you were born, when the doctor put you in my arms," Rahm says, his pale face flushing with color. "Everything I had done in my life prior to that; the battles I'd fought, the Jedi I've killed, the fortresses we stormed, all faded to nothing. It was just you and me. Went right up my gorram spine like a lightning bolt and I was almost paralyzed." One more time, he sighs, clearly ashamed that he had ever doubted himself. "But I came around, because love is one of those things that's immutable," he says, confidence returning to his voice. "Indestructable, even. I know it sounds corny as hell but the scariest day of my life was the day I found out I had the strength to be a dad. To be your dad. You're the greatest thing that ever happened to me." His wide, trademark grin returns, the famous Orade smile, and he picks up his helmet and holds it under his arm. "Now don't take forever to return this message, and if you cry listening to this, you're a wimp," he says, sliding the helmet on. "Come home soon and see your parents, ad'ika. We won't be around forever, you know?" An arm reaches forward, and the hologram shuts off, the message delivered.

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What do they find endearing about each other? While her fastidiousness can sometimes irritate him, at the same time it usually makes him smile. He's used to the chaos of a Mandalorian camp, where something always needs cleaning because everything is always grimy with use and wear. With Drikkah, everything is meant to be pristine and perfect and clean, if possible. Some would say sterile, but he doesn't see it that way. He appreciates the order she brings to his life, and loves her for it. Her actual smile, the genuine one, the one reserved only for him, and now Nena, he feels, could brighten up any room. At the beginning, it was a near insurmountable challenge to bring it out of her. Smiling, showing your true emotions, wasn't a thing to be done by Chiss. As they grew together, and finally became an item, her lips began to tug upward more and more, and finally when Nena was born, it became almost an every day occurrance. Every time she does, he is forced, by default, to smile as well, and he loves that about her. Her tenacity, her drive, her dedication to her work, has always greatly impressed him. Whatever she sets herself to, she goes at with full force until it is complete, and he admires that trait in her. It gets to the point sometimes, however, where she tries to do everything by herself, even though she physically and mentally can't be in eighteen places at once. Rahm has to remind her to delegate tasks to others, especially since her responsibilities have quadrupled in past years, with ever more and more wight on her shoulders. It's a familiar discussion that they have by now, and she almost always eventually concedes the point on that, but keeps her dedication and passion for what she does. Her pride in herself, in her people's way of life, helped him rediscover his own passion for the Mandalorian culture that he was born and raised into. In the years after the first Great Galactic War, Rahm was slowly drifting away from his roots. Since they've encountered each other, every discussion, every argument they have about their conflicting ways of life, only reinforces his love for the Mandalorian people. She is perhaps the only person he's ever met who's had the gett'se to criticize the Mandalorian culture right up in the face of some of its members. That endears her to him in ways he doesn't quite fully understand, but he does know that it's a good thing, because not accepting change and resisting it as opposed to rolling with it is supposed to be a very un-Mandalorian thing. Though she isn't a soldier by trade, she can keep up with them when the time comes. She is far braver then she gives herself credit for, and a pretty good shot when it comes down to it. That goes a long way with Rahm. Naturally, as well, her exotic, alien beauty doesn't hurt, but that's a superficial thing, and the last on the list of many things that attracts and endears Rahm to Drikkah, though certainly not the least. They're a strange pair, one that shouldn't fit well together, but somehow does. He wouldn't have it any other way.