I updated all my SWTOR oc info so im just going to make a big post about it. behold my guys. play touys with me
its got a paragraph or two about all my little guys so i will put a readmore under fenley. i am merciful like that
FENLEY
The Empire’s Wrath (Sith Warrior). An ex-jedi padawan, he is a Miralukan powered by spite and actually every other emotion. He condenses his emotions down almost like a diamond under pressure. Because of this, he tends to bleed emotion into the force if he’s not mindful – and hes often not. He is defiant and stubborn, but has a sense of humor. He can actually be quite playful and energetic, but like with a wild animal, it’s easy for that playfulness to turn to viciousness, so watch out! He finds being a Sith allows him to both feel all of his emotions and weaponize them, which he loves wholeheartedly. Regular, run of the mill troops are pretty taken with him, given his propensity for dropping into battlefields unnannounced and raising hell. He’s possessive of troopers under his command, however temporarily.
Additionally, he has an MD-CH1 droid that serves as an assitive droid for him, as he cannot see holograms. It has a bad temper and what amounts to knives for feet, and it gets on with Fenley like a house on fire. He WILL let it loose into enemy ships to see what happens.
AIFENN
The Hero of Tython (Jedi Knight). Present during the sacking of Courascant as a padawan. Pardon my candle analogy, but this Miraluka will burn himself at both ends just to keep others warm (threat, promise.) He genuinely believes that there is a spark of good inside everyone. When discomfited, he defaults to being very polite... Underneath all of that, he does have a sense of humor, he tends to banter with his enemies if he knows them well enough. He believes strongly in not letting his emotions control him, although he does FEEL them. Like a good jedi, he tries to release his emotions into the force, or at the very least not let them effect his judgement in the field... He is not always successful. He is a dutiful commander with a gentle side he isn’t often allowed to indulge. Belives wholeheartedly in the Jedi and the good they are trying to do. Has attached himself as something of a guard to Sh'Iloh, which helps fill the void his padawan-brother Fenley left when he defected. Yes he IS attached, but he's quite hard on himself, so he thinks that it's the least of his sins. This is what happens when you take a guy who wants to be a temple guard and protect people but ends up being really good at dueling and killing because he has trauma related to being an overachiever (thanks, Fenley...)
Additionally, he has an RE-1 scout droid that serves as an assitive droid for him, as he cannot see holograms. It’s an excitable little thing that can often be found scuttling up and down his armor, or bouncing along behind him. It is a chipper and curious little fella.
SH'ILOH
The Jedi Sage (Consular). An emotionally distant Jedi seer with an intense and powerful connection to the force – the cosmic force, specifically. This leaves them physically weak and often strains their body. Hear me out: being a ceaseless conduit for the will of the force takes a toll. The force loves them and it SUCKS. Have you tried to pour a waterfalls worth of water through a straw? That’s how Sh'Iloh feels all the time. It is frankly exhausting. It also lets off a sort of invisible signal to others: people consistently report their hair standing on end, and a pervasive feeling of being watched while in Sh'Iloh’s vicinity.
Their force visions work like this: They can see the branching paths that lead to different futures – most clearly for turning points involving them. This can be something huge or just what the different choices at breakfast will lead their day to be like. It’s on 24-7. They often experience a feeling of deja-vu, and feel disconnected from the present, meaning they make logical and emotionless strategic decisions. It’s always a surprise to them when people show they genuinley care or hold strong feelings for them. Always trying to shift the future down the path that will most greatly benefit the most people. Is somewhat disillusioned with the Jedi order, but prefers it to whatever experiments the Sith would undoubtedly subject them to.
DUSTROS
Darth Vindictus (Sith Inquisitor) is an ex-slave that clawed his way up the ranks to become a Darth. He is surprisingly tolerant of those whose company he enjoys, has a dark sense of humor, and keeps careful tabs on both his friends and his enemies for reasons he prefers to let people sweat over. He also holds a vicious grudge and he ALWAYS gets even. Lobbies against slavery on the council for largely socio-political-economic reasons, so he doesn’t have to get into his feelings about having been a slave. He carefully considers his choices before making decisions, except in the case that one of his options is to kill a slaver, in which he will do it every time he has the opportunity. He has loads of unresolved issues and he’s not going to go to therapy about them, ever. Fun fact: He and Fenley fake dated when both of their positions were more precarious in the Empire to distract from their individual secret workings and it was hilarious.
CYRESK
Cipher Six (Imperial agent) is a Chiss who used to be a member of Csilla's Secret Police before being reassigned to work as a spy for the Chiss’s Imperial Allies as a Cipher agent. Before being sent to the Empire, he volunteered to have his memories erased so that he could not be caught as a double agent. He deeply resents his past self for this, but you'll never get him to admit it. As he hardly remembered his old self, it's only fair that he build his new self off of the bones of the memories he has left and various habits and personality traits from covers on his missions. For example, he decided to always see his targets off with a smile. It's only polite, after all!
His personality is smiling and playful by default. He likes interesting and contradictory things and people, and he enjoys pressing people's buttons to see what sort of reactions he'll get. He dislikes being honest with people about himself, because he sees that as handing over information that can be used against him. He carries out his jobs flawlessly in order to get away with various shenanagins on his missions and so that Keeper stays off his back. He blames his best missions on Cipher 9 to avoid drawing the attention of the Dark Council - which works for a time, but not forever. He's eventually scooped up by Darth Vindictus to serve as his left hand – both gathering information and tying up loose ends.
CILVOE
A smuggler with Republic sympathies, a deep dislike of Chiss and it’s class system, and the owner of a very fast starship. He often pretends to be Pantoran in Republic space and hides his eyes just because it’s easier than explaining he is a Chiss – and safer, because he does not want the Ascendancy to come after his ass for helping out the enemy of their allies. Often smuggles stolen medical supplies and weapons, but has a fondness for plants. Acts first, thinks later, and tends to find himself in situations he could not begin to imagine being in. Sometimes he feels that his life is a comedy and he’s wearing a jester’s hat.
Additionally, he is very cute and a complete lightweight, which has often led to dancers at cantinas doting on him and treating him like a little brother figure. He tries to come off as competent and serious, if not a little intimidating, and it almost always backfires on him. His cuteness cannot be contained and I will not let anyone overlook it so it's game over for him.
LACHLANN CARID
Lachlann of clan and house Carid, Mandalorian bounty hunter and all around problem solver. They come from a traditional clan that prizes honor, and so they act strictly in accordance with Mandalorian values and the Resol'nare: Education and armor, self-defense, our language, our leader - all help us survive. As a Cathar foundling, they do acknowledge that being Mandalorian after the Mandalorian's destroyed their planet and most of the population is... Complex. But it is what it is.
They are blunt and not perfectly fluent in basic. This lends to them speaking as if they're from the space equivilent of medieval times. They believe in keeping their word, are excitable, decisive, and more than a little dense... They care about CONVICTION and HONOR and PROTECTING YOUR PEOPLE and of course FIGHTING INTERESTING ENEMIES and HAVING BIG GENUINE EMOTIONS.
how to run away from the chiss ascendancy, trans your gender and learn to cut hair as an unaccompanied minor. cil'voes very good zero snags escape
Cil'voe looks up, and a girl looks back at her.
Her blue hair hangs down her back, falling past her waist. It's perfectly straight, except the ends, which curl and fluff now matter how she dries it. She has big red eyes, perpetually flushed cheeks, and she's clutching a worn-out, standard issue CEDF pack as if her life depends on it. She's miserable.
Cil'voe looks away from her reflection and sets the pack down on the counter. It's full of ration bars and water, save for a few pairs of clothes she stuffed on top. She pulls a set of those out first. It's obvious as she unfolds them that they're too big for her, meant for a grown man. She's spent weeks gathering the simple shirts, trousers and jacket, never taking more than what could have conceivably been lost by the laundry droids. She double checks that the door to the refresher is locked, before carefully pulling out the knife she'd hidden in the jacket, setting it carefully on the counter. From there, it's only a moments work to shuck her dress and get changed.
The clothes are loose, shapeless, obscuring her frame and making her look younger than she actually is — and she is already quite young. Not quite an adult by Chiss standards, but well on her way. The shirt hangs off of her, nearly slipping off one shoulder. The pants are no better, and she has to roll them up multiple times at both the waist and hem to stop them from slipping off.
It is at this point that she pulls out the knife.
Finding scissors on a Defense Force ship is quite a lot like trying to find a specific piece of ice buried in the snow. That is to say, practically impossible. Work is done on datapads, there is practically no flimsi on the ship, and hair cuts are handled by droids. A combat knife is the closest she could manage. It's in good condition, as all weapons in the CEDF are required to be. Sharp. She's cut herself on it more than once while trying to hide it. That means it should cut her hair, right? How hard can a haircut be, anyways?
She gathers her hair, holding it tight in one hand near the base of her neck. As soon as she has a good enough grip, she pulls it taut and brings the knife through it. At first, it doesn't seem like anything has happened. Cil'voe has to run her hands through her hair and pull out what was actually cut. A handful of hair falls to the floor, and she decides a different strategy is in order.
Sawing at her hair actually gets results, although it takes a couple tries. The knife pulls at her hair, and her grip isn't as steady as she thought. The bulk of her hair finally comes off, but it's still longer than she wants. She ends up taking it shorter in chunks, leaving it uneven. As she works, she cuts her neck, her ears, and even her temple as she attempts to even out the front. The result leaves her surrounded by and covered in a mess of blue hair.
She regrets changing her clothes first. Deciding it can't get any worse, she ruffles her new hair and runs her hands through it, fluffing it up and sending more loose hair everywhere. It sticks to her clothes, it's scattered on the floor, her hands are absolutely covered... The refresher was pristine when she walked in, now it's littered with chunks of hair and specks of blood.
This is not going according to plan.
Trying to get the hair off of her clothes in a lost cause, but she tries anyways. After that, she runs a corner of her old dress under the faucet and dabs at her face and neck. She cleans off the worst of the blood and makes sure there aren't any hairs in her cuts before haphazardly slapping the few batca patches she snuck out over the top of them.
Cil'voe dusts off her hands, shrugs on her mostly hair-free jacket, and looks in the mirror again.
Now, a boy looks back at her. His dark jacket obscures the bloodstains on the back of his shirt, and he's got hair all over him, the worst of it on the front of his shirt and the bottom of his pants. In one hand, he has a slightly bloody knife. In the other, a fist full of disposable bacta-patch wrappings. His hair sticks up in all directions and it looks like he asked a child to cut it. There's a prominent bacta patch on his cheek, where he managed to cut himself deeper than anywhere else. It's not so deep that it's bleeding through the patch, but the injury is noticeable.
It's another thing to set her apart from the girl, the navigator that she's supposed to be.
That he was supposed to be. He's got to get used to that, but he doesn't think it will be difficult. All that planning to pretend to be a boy has paid off. No one will look at him and see a navigator. He shares features with that girl — the big eyes, the flushed cheeks — but at the same time, he is unrecognizable to himself, which means the caretakers won't catch on, either. He reaches up to place a hand on the mirror, and his reflection reaches back with a sheepish smile.
Here we are, he thinks, and his reflections eyes crinkle at the corners. His hair is curling at the uneven ends. He doesn't think he's ever felt so light.
He leaves the dress behind, wiping the knife clean with a handful of disposable, flimis-towels. He shoves it the dress into the waste receptacle and the knife goes back into his worn-out bag. With luck, no one will use this particular refresher for a little while. He cracks the door just wide enough to peer outside, and he doesn't see anyone. One of the caretakers expects him to meet them at the nearby airlock to his next assignment. Instead, he pulls his jacket tighter around himself and walks briskly in the opposite direction.
They'll search for him, he knows they will. He's so sure that they'll find the bathroom and all the hair and realize exactly what he's done. That he's running away, deserting his post, quitting the CEDF in the only way he knows how. It's freeing and terrifying, knowing that there is no plan past this point. Now he has to find a way off of this space station, and he has to do it fast. Preferably before they discover what he's done and lock the place down.
The brisk walk isn't cutting it anymore. He doesn't care if he looks suspicious, he jogs down to the bay that holds the shipping freighters. There is no indication as to where any of them are going, so he picks the ship that looks the least Chiss in design. A ship that is all hard angles instead of sleek curves. His people don't like outsiders, not even their technology, so he has to assume this ship is headed outside of Chiss space. He has no idea who it belongs to, but it's as good a lead as he's going to get. He loiters, waiting to see if anyone comes out, before suddenly ducking inside and making a dash for the crowded cargo hold.
He wedges himself in a corner, blocked in on one side by large freight containers, and another side by heavy sacks. The sacks soft enough to lean against, and makes himself as comfortable as he can as he waits for the ship to take off. He's just in time, he thinks, as he hears heavy footsteps echo against the ramp outside. Shifting just enough to take a peek, he gets a glimpse of a Chiss dressed in a way he's never seen before — not in uniform. Even Cil'voe is still wearing bits and pieces of uniforms, save the jacket. He ducks back into his hiding place and hopes that this is a good sign.
When the ship finally does shudder beneath him, he's certain he can hear the faint strains of an alarm starting to sound from outside. It fades quickly, just as the ship rocks heavily, once, and then smooths out, entering hyperspace.
The vice that has been gripping his chest this whole time suddenly loosens. He feels like he can breathe.
Sure, he's a stowaway on a stranger's ship with no idea where he's going, but… For once, he's not being watched. There is no caretaker tracking him, no ship to pilot with his powers, no Defense Force to use him. From here on out, whatever happens, it's his choice.
i actually have a lot of drafts. too many drafts. have some snippets from my fenley drafts. i love one very small wrath... his #1 rule to live by is to piss off anyone holding his leash as much as possible
i am working on the concept of a lootbox mand'alor. you know how revan gets stuck in their timeout for ages? same concept, but completely accidental with a star-touched (force sensitive, ka'ra'tigaanla i think would be the translation?) mand'alor.
yes i HAVE been getting really into knights and king arthur and all that so. artus, mand'alor the free. famous for breaking their own chains and freeing themself from slavery as a teenager -- and then, going on a crusade (as mandalorians love to do) to free as many people as they could get their hands on.
i'm aiming for them to be an ancestor of dustros, or even a clone of him. I don't know how that would have worked out but the overlapping storyline of them both being slaves and freeing themselves and becoming leaders of their respective factions... it's also funnier because artus would look younger than dustros. same red hair and sith-gold eyes, different outcomes. different body types, even. i think they'd end up looking like siblings. of course you can't clone force sensitivity i don't think so thats just. well. sheer luck. im in charge here i can do what i want. i take the story and make it CRUNCHY, OK.
ok back to artus: i don't think they would've been mand'alor for long before being trapped. loot boxed if you will. a couple of years at best. but famous for technically being a teen king and making mandalore so anti-slavery during their reign that they freaked out the hutt cartel really bad. that's probably the rumor of how they died, that hutts got them (they are fine, they took a VERY VERY VERY long nap before someone dug them up.) pre-revan, post-exar kun leaves a very long possible timeline.
i dont have a new dustros screenshot so you get an old dustros screenshot but the LORE. HERE YOU GO.
Dustros!! He is usually scowling and focused on ancient texts or secret knoweledge… Inkkstained fingers, messy hair, dusty. Bruise-dark circles under his eyes from staying up binge reading all sorts of books.
He IS a member of the dark council eventually, as the SI although I gave him Darth Vindictus because he is. Well. Vindictive. He eventually ends up being the boss of my imperial agent, Cyresk… As with the SI backstory he was a slave and argues vehemently for the dark council to both outlaw slavery and allow more aliens in the ranks. And if he makes those reforms more necessary because he is actually out there attacking and killing slavers and freeing people? Well. Good. To him it is always morally correct to kill slavers and hutts no matter the situation. He'll couch it in different terms if he must for the council such as loyalty and economics and any other arguement he can think of… He is banned from nal hutta for sure and regularly advocates for burning it down or colonizing it and killing all the hutts in dark council meetings.
His slave past is… Not something he likes to dwell on, but also such an intrinsic part of him. He's always had red hair which is especially prized in slaves in star wars, alongside force sensitivity… but he subconciously used the force to avoid notice. The other slaves always helped to keep his hair practically shaved and with a light suggestion, the masters just assumed his hair was just a light brown rather than red. His eyes have always been gold, but that's just how the light hits them see? They're actually brown (he has no idea what color his eyes are they are always sith gold.) he escaped notice for AGES longer than he should have by virtue of keeping his head down and making himself just valuable enough to keep but not to trade away by learning his numbers. i want to say he eventually got caught and dragged to Korriban because he was working the freedom trail and filching money from his master to fund it. Which escalated into a full blown slave riot where nearly everyone on both sides got killed, but Dustros started using the force and. well. Welcome to Korriban! You have a cybernetics on your jaw now! Don't worry about that you for SURE didn't almost die or anything.
He couldn't read much or write when he got there, so you can bet the overseers were looking down on him… He loves to learn though. The one thing the masters can't take from you is your thoughts… He follows some very traditional slave lines of thinking… There's a fanon slave language called amatakka where the words death and freedom are exactly the same, if you want to use that to read into him. Guy who claws his way to the top with every scrap of power he can get his hands on. Which made fake-dating Fenley at this venture especially advantageous… Two Dark Council Apprentices dating each other and raising hell for their masters, what will they do?
He's not a good person though, or I guess he would prefer not to be thought of as one. If you personally think he is then you are delusion to him unless you are a fellow slave he helped free, and even then. He has an eye for an eye mentality and he can't stand the Republic. He thinks their law system is worse than the dark council's because they enforce it so shoddily. His personal experience from the Republic actually comes almost entirely through being a dark council member… And he is not impressed. The Republic outlaws slavery, and yet. Lot of slavery happening over there. Making it illegal doesn't stop anyone and the Senate is far more bogged down than the Dark Council. Nothing over there gets done and everyone has a secret personal agenda that isn't to the planet they're meant to represent -- at least the Dark Council streamlined things. The hipocrisy of the republic grinds on him and to him, at least the empire doesn't pretend to be anything other than what it is. The grand ideals of the Republic mean nothing to him because ideals aren't REAL unless you Make them real… And the Republic is failing in his eyes.. Plus, he's heard a LOT from slaves and ex-slaves about the laws stopping jedi from freeing slaves/attacking hutts and so on and so forth. He thinks the Jedi are basically being conscripted to be attack dogs for ideals that don't even exist in real life. He's not necessarily against the Jedi and doesn't hate them personally, but if they start acting like the dogs the Senate wants them to be then they may as well die like dogs.
So yeah.. Dustros is ultimately a very pragmatic guy who is set in his beliefs. Oh and his last name is Redsun and he keeps it. He is NOT related to that force ghost it just adopted him out of nowhere... OH and he is haunted by many ghosts. His body is being haunted. He can see them and tell them to shut up but no one else can so if you see him having an arguement at 3am with no one there.... You Know.
Unrelated but I'm realizing just now that this means he extremely disrespects Darth Thanaton as a former slave who went on to have his own slaves. that beef is EXTRA PERSONAL.
MORS POSTING!!! because i have been swirling her and artus in the centrifugre that is my brain nonstop. my beautiful one track mind there are no breaks on this train
ive just been digging more into their personalities and backgrounds and i am LIKING what im finding. its like archeology but for ocs... given that they are technically historical figures (it will not STOP me from playing with them in any/all timelines but it adds a special sauce)
MORSRAUT... my beloved mors... I have discovered that she has a sort of watch dog personality type... she's ruthless and loyal and likes to observe from a distance before actually getting involved. she's kind of stilted when it comes to interacting with other people, very to the point, doesn't mince words, and leaning towards unexpressive. always on alert, it takes a lot to get her to relax even a little bit...
i want to say her clan actually raised striil (six legged mando dogs... they can GLIDE) and she spent a good portion of her toddler-hood hiding with the dogs and playing with them. she picked up some of their habits, like the inquisitive little head tilt, or going completely still and tense when prey is spotted (pointing, in a way.)
also. for a little soft lore... since mors so rarely is soft... she has a soft spot for strays (including artus...) and that is actually part of how they met. she saw the lost new mand'alor completely in over his head and desperate for belonging, how he threw himself wholeheartedly into mandalorian culture... she likes his easy way with people and the depth of his loyalty. and of course, the idiot way that when she catches him with problems, much like a dog, he will try to cram even more of it into his mouth rather than let go. [fond] idiot...
