#oc:cadoc

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Special Diet

Prompt: Special Diet (Vamptober) Rating: T Characters: Asra, Cadoc TW: Blood

It was a weekly ritual. One that she had never intended to participate in. But he was her Master and she knew the price of defiance. She didn’t even remember how it had originally started. It must have been a simple request, perhaps carried with a soft please, or a harsh order. Not that it mattered. 

He pours the dark red wine into the two glasses on the table. Hers always full while his he left half full. Or half empty as he likely saw it. Asra knows what it means. Extending her arm, wrist already bare, she can feel her heat beat in anticipation. Her free hand reaches for her glass. The wine was always of excellent quality, smooth and rich. Even though she doubted he enjoyed the wine as much. She wondered when the night would come when he wouldn’t pour any for himself. Perhaps he still enjoyed their game of pretence.

He takes her offered wrist gently, his touch cool against her as he adjusts the angle above his glass. She remembers when his skin is colder, when he desires more. But not today. 

The cool swap cleans her wrist. More a formality than anything else. As is him disinfecting the knife. It is small and sharp, only for this purpose. The knife easily parts her flesh. It’s not a deep cut, just enough for her Master to get what he desires.

The blood seeps out slowly, in rich and dark beads, beads that both of their eyes focus on as they slowly travel along her wrist until dropping into the wine. The pain of the cut is almost pleasant, and so fleeting, as she knows from all the earlier times. His crimson eyes meet hers and the familiar hunger in them makes her almost shudder. 

Some nights he makes pleasant conversation, but tonight he is quiet. He requires nothing more of her than to be a vessel for his desire, a way to satisfy that hunger that had plagued him for centuries. She is momentarily distracted from her thoughts by a flash of pain as her Master presses her skin near the wound. The blood seeps out faster, in a rich river of life, and part of her can recognise the hunger in herself starting to rise. 

He rubs her wrist, soothing the pain. It is also a clear signal. He has enough to satisfy himself for tonight. She heals her skin quickly, watching her flesh knit itself back together. He raises her wrist to his lips, lapping away the blood, cleaning it. Her Master’s sharp canines brush against her skin, almost piercing it again. A shudder travels down her spine and she’s glad it’ll be over soon. But at the same time the dark thought rises of the day when he would go straight for the source, drink her life from her veins rather than insist on this ritual.

But that night is not tonight.

He raises his glass, toasting her. She responds in kind, as expected, watching him drink the darkened wine.

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★ one fact about each of your ocs (or most of them if doing everyone feels too much)? AND NSFW rumor for Aleena "having threesome with two sith lords".

This is for the first part, divided by loyalties and position within the legacy. For the second part of the question, that’s coming soon.

Gesad sends an anonymouscheck each month to her sister Nata to help her pay her bills and education.She has never contacted her beyond the credits and a small note saying, “I hopethis helps”, as Gesad feels that to do so would place Nata’s safety at risk.

Zâkas lights up acandle each year on the day of Uvara’s death. As Uvara died during her trials,her name doesn’t exist in the family archives, her death is not officiallymourned, and she was not buried in the family mausoleum. And even though Zâkasagrees with the family tradition to do so, he doesn’t want to forget his littlesister, so he has his own little remembrance ceremony.

Osarna was ableto finish her law degree over a decade after dropping out because of the Empire’santi-alien policies. But as she doesn’t need the money thanks to her bounty huntingcareer, all her work is done pro bono and tends to be to help the alienpopulation who have suffered because of the Empire.

Bastien has adegree in Microelectronics from the Kaas City Technical University with a minorlanguages and nanotechnology. It was why he debated between getting a researchposition within the Sphere of Technology and enlisting within the Navy, butended up choosing a military career and following his family’s footsteps.

Kikia meditates atleast three times a day. In the morning, after lunch, and before going tosleep. These sessions can last for hours, during which she contemplates upon thenature of the living Force as well as how to spread her views of the Jediteachings to the whole Order.

Ratoa got hisfacial tattoos soon after the Treaty of Coruscant. It was after the Jedi wereforced to abandon Dantooine, as during the retreat, they were surprised byImperial Forces. Ratoa’s group had been slightly slower than the rest, as theyhad helped some aliens flee the planet. They were already past the deadline,and thanks to Ratoa’s action, the Republic forces were able to leave the planet.

Ignacio lovesbird watching, and it’s one of his favourite hobbies, as he gets to spend timein the nature, just relaxing. If he gets some downtime on a new planet, he’sprobably researched the local bird species and found a bird tower to go andobserve the birds.

Anik adoreschildren and is more inclined to help you if she knows that children willbenefit from it. She thinks that children should be given the chance to choosethe direction of their life from all the possibilities instead of beinglimited. Despite this, she can’t imagine having children because of the choiceof her career, and the fact that she hasn’t met anyone she trusts enough.

Aleena is lefthanded, but when she started her Jedi training, there were some Padawans whowere whispering behind her back about her being an Imperial (spy), and how shemight fall to the dark side. And even those who didn’t say anything, used tolook at her suspiciously. So, she learned to use her right hand as her dominanthand.

Dana struggled fora very long time after becoming pregnant. She thought about abortion for a longtime, and beat herself over forgetting to use birth control. She went with theJedi teachings about all life being sacred, but still often wonders if she madethe right choice. She also tried to write a letter to Asra to explain it all,but never knew what to write.

Koria finds plainJedi robes to be boring, so she tries to use ones with more colour (almost animpossible task). She always makes sure to have a colourful eye-cover to offsetthe brown and beige tones of the robes, and currently her favourite one ispurple one with silver embroidery.

Cadoc owns one ofthe two Tythonian sageberries in Imperial space. It is the only one outside ofthe Imperial Botanical Gardens and was gifted to him by Asra. As an avidgardener, he sees keeping it alive a challenge (who knew light side attunedplants might not be happy on Dromund Kaas), and uses it to make flavoured tea.

Asra has a largescar on her left shoulder. It is a branching Lichtenberg figure, caused byCadoc grapping her shoulder, forcing her to kneel, and then blasting her withenough lightning to make her regret her life. She’s still surprised it didn’tkill her. She also learned a lesson about talking back to Sith Lords.

Ingrasi has two youngerbrothers. Iwût is non-Force sensitive and was secured a position in theReclamation Service. The fact that her family has a non-Force sensitive memberhas caused some concern within the Dâtwoi family, but Ingrasi has learned notto give a rat’s ass about their opinions.

Yirân has anatural talent Sith alchemy and he’d been skirting Vitiate’s rules about notcreating new Sithspawn since he entered the Academy on Korriban. This led tohis friendship with Asra, who was always more interested in the scientific view,and has led to several joint research projects between the two.

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So a thing happened, and I made Cian/Darth Cadoc (as if I didn’t have tons of other characters that I could play). 

Cadoc was born about 650 BTC and when he was discovered to be Force sensitive, a local Sith Lord took him under his wing. In his late twenties, an assassin gravely wounds him and his master takes advantage of this stage, experimenting on Cadoc (only to save him, of course). Despite this, he dies, only to wake up the next day. His master is never able to replicate the result, not due to the lack of trying, mind you.

Long story short, Cadoc kills his master, starts expanding his influence, and eventually notices he isn’t ageing normally. Things happen (like him becoming a Darth), but eventually he ends up infiltrating the Jedi Order (he was bored), stabbing them back during the Sacking, and returning to the Empire. After that, he trains two apprentices, Asra and Leela, who join the numerous others who became before them. After Corellia, he gains Decimus’ seat on the Council.

Thanks to his long life, Cadoc has become bored and numb to most emotions, which means that he keeps chasing “emotional highs”. These “highs” tend to lead him to push other people just to get the sadistic pleasure of watching them suffer (such as making almost identical slave greet a former slave, Gesad really didn’t appreciate that). In addition he certainly sees himself above others and can’t stand disrespect from those beneath him (Asra has a giant scar to proof this). 

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I haven’t talked about Darth Cadoc a lot, despite the fact that he’s had a lot fo influence on Gesad and Asra, though in different ways. One of his apprentices freed Gesad, and he was the one to recruit Asra into the Empire, and later became her master.

And he’s a manipulative ass who takes sadistic pleasure in making other’s uncomfortable. Well actually no, it just mostly amuses him. He kind of has trouble feeling any emotions, because he’s lived for so long (who knew that being your master’s guinea pig would end so well). So he’s become numb to it all.

But he still gets his kicks from the whole being an ass thing. He specifically bought a slave that looked like Gesad before she was freed, and then made sure the said slave was there to greet Gesad every time she, for one reason or another, had to visit him. 

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What Makes Me Remember

This is very much my brain being soup, so enjoy!

Prompt: What Makes Me Remember (Vamptober) Rating: G Characters: Cadoc

Iecrone - he rarely visited the planet anymore. It had been his home, a long time ago. Walking among the streets he no longer recognised was… he wasn’t sure why he had come back. Perhaps curiosity. To see if there was anything left.

Not that there was much. His family’s home had been razed to the ground centuries ago to make room for an apartment building. A small capital city, at least by Galactic standards, had grown into a bustling metropolis. His childhood memories washed away by the masses flooding the streets.

The Governor’s Mansion, still standing much to his surprise, had been turned into a museum a long ago. But its mosaic columns were still the same. Colourful and intricate, just as his master had commissioned, now over half a century old. Except back during those days the halls of the building hadn’t been filled with the rabble. It had been his. He had slain his master in the dining room after demanding answers for what he had done. Both equally clueless back then. And so the planet and the system had become his, the surrounding systems soon joining them under his rule.

He had given it all away for a seat in the heart of the Empire. There was no room for regrets there, Iecrone had been too small to contain his ambitions. It did not make the realisation that the planet he had called his home for centuries held nothing for him anymore any less bittersweet.

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short story meme: #50 "Accost"

Accost

A cruel smile forms upon Cadoc’s lips. Forhis spy to have accosted him in such manner, well that would simply not do. Thewoman lacked the manner any good Imperial would have the sense to possess, andher past was certainly no reason to let it slide. He circles her, appraising herlike a hunter would its prey.

Once he’s behind her, his hand comes to hershoulder, forcing the woman to kneel. She doesn’t resist, her gaze still uponthe floor, waiting for the punishment. The air in the room grows heavy as the lightningis directed straight into the spy’s body. Asra’s fingers dig deep into her palmsas screams escape her lips.

After minutes, the dark power subsides. TheSith lets Asra go, almost gently pushing her to the floor. Her arms only justbreak the fall as her face plants upon the cold surface.

“I hope you’ll remember your manners in thefuture.”

“Yes, my lord,” a barely audible whimper is all she’s capable of as her limbs still twitch from the effects of the lightning.