#parakam

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Been slacking, but finally finished this. Enjoy my beefy soldier who serves as an SIS asset. Parakam was one of the first characters I made when I first started playing so long ago on Rubat Crystal server, lol. 

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I cant be trusted to finish one thing before I start a half dozen more, lol. But I’m feeling so good about the lines.

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Larger art examples for the pin-up commissions I’m offering. A rather hefty looking Parakam and Izzy showing a bit more skin.

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Sometimes I actually have the capacity to get shit done. Parakam kinda went from "Trooper Pinup" to "overtattooed jerkface" but still, huzzah! I will die before I ever try to do those tattoos again. I decided not to add in scars as well because that would seriously get too overwhelming/busy.

Pondering a sexy summer commission series - shirtless men and bikini'd women oh yes.

WIP shot. Smaller images at 100% ehehe.

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Parakam.

Though never able to define the balance his life demands, Parakam eventually finds a way to smooth out the edges a bit while working with the Suicide Dogs. With more a ‘take no prisoners’ mentality within the Dogs than with other units, he’s able to sort death to the enemy where it belongs and mercy to civilians and prisoners.

He is still far from unpredictable though and occasionally frustrates his squadmates with his insistence to let some individuals live and others die.

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Little Parakam things.

I was thinking today - I like to think, it always feels good - and my brother told me that our tattoos come from when you do good things. I always seem to get time out though, which is a bad thing. I want to get lots and LOTS of tattoos when I grow up but if I do good things to get them, will they scratch them away if I do bad things?

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i. Family isn’t everything, but it is the majority of what drives him as a young man. Parakam has an older brother that was accepted into the temple as a Force Sensitive and is called Jedi. He has a younger sister that has tumbled into a bad crowd and is called Forger and Slicer. So when it’s his time, all eyes are on him and when he chooses the life a trooper, it is adequate. He’ll never be as good as his brother, but he’ll never be as bad as his sister, and the middle ground has it’s own understated appeal.

ii.

Balance is an important hallmark in the life of a Mirialan, or so he’d been told growing up, but it continues to elude him through his youth and into adulthood. It isn’t until he’s finished training as a soldier and is sent out into a battlefield that Parakam seems to understand it on a more instinctual level. Each depression of the trigger strikes him in a way that’s too deep to define. Feeling rounds impact and skip across his shields and armor, watching the enemy fall to his actions… he feels the galaxy shift beneath him, and shifts with it.

iii.

Giving his trust to his brothers in arms has never been difficult, and so he tells his fellows about all manner of things with a blind lack of hesitation. When one of them becomes a defector, he immediately knows that all that casual talk amongst friends will have unpredictable ramifications. They think he’s defected as well at first, slipping away from duty with a combat load in complete silence. When Parakam comes back it’s to a harsh welcome, but with the traitor’s bloody tags gripped in a large fist. It’s a tenuous balance to uphold, but uphold it he does.

iv.

They’ve taken his unique drive and skill set and made him important for it. His orders say ‘Project Ketch’, but he knows what he’s really being sent to do. Seek out and destroy the traitors and defectors that will bring immeasurable harm to the Republic war front if they’re allowed to follow through with intent. It’s cold and bloody work, bringing in people who were allies and fellow soldiers. But it maintains the balance, and no matter how it seems to rot him from the inside out, he does it with a single mindedness that leaves no room for regret.

v.

The reprimands and complaints start as a trickle but rapidly gain momentum as his reach extends. More often, he follows his targets into thicker territory and corrects the balance after they reach their contacts. The would-be defector is dead, the Imperial contacts are before him on their knees in pleading supplication; the enemy’s idea, not his. Stripped of weaponry and armor, they’re just people now. But the balance demands correction. Parakam pulls the trigger once, twice, moves to the third man and tells this one to run. They call him a war criminal and give him to the Dogs. Balance.

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Love Letter Prompt - Parakam/Genna

Agent.

Hopefully this message reaches you, communication over lines is always chancy at best. I can only imagine you're an Agent, your skillset gives you away to somebody who has a bit of experience in telling one side from another, and I make it a habit to know. Your speech, your clothing, your bearing. All when you were finished though... I thought for a moment my superiors were wrong, but when the job was over and you left, you were immediately another person.

Should've killed you. It's what we're trained to do, after all. You don't seem like much a threat, but your kind is all about deception.

And yet... found myself pulling high on the shot, missed on purpose even though I was a little pissed at the moment. Imperials girls slipping into my life one after the other, and you would think I would learn, but no...

I'll keep missing. Maybe one day you'll see me watching over the barrel of a rifle and you'll miss too. A guy can hope anyway.

Signed,

SGT Parakam REP Army 23rd Armor Corp