Nov 5, 2020
Reid the Kid.
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Reid the Kid.
(SWTOR assets-based 3D art)
About Reid
This is my first ever try at such things. Please be gentle… 😓
― your muse’s name:
Reid Fassin Tugruz Baraste, or Jedi Knight Baraste.
― a favorite picture / faceclaim of your muse:
― two headcanons you have for your muse:
He was homeschooled in the Force by his mother, a failed, retired apprentice at the time (she got far better).
As a child, he used to play and have adventures with the megaracnoid tribes’ kids living in the forest near his town (think real big, chatty jumping spiders with voice boxes, as playful as Ghost in the Shell's Tachikoma).
― three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:
Listening to and singing HuttaPop girl bands music while doing his ship maintenance chores, tinkering with his armour and gadgets and the like (he used to be a mean sing-a-holo player, but Tython Temple's Masters frowned upon that noisy bunch’s cantina events and put an end to it).
Eating Nar Shaddaanian dehydrated noodles (he has to meditate the chemical plant-grade additives and flavourants away, afterwards).
Climbing! They don't call Reid “Space Goat” for nothing.
― seven people your muse loves / likes:
Him being a Jedi, knowing himself to be too prone to attachment, to the point that it's been a really serious issue at times, those are loaded words. Still…
His friend Euforia (former Sith Karumantha Xanadu, later brainwashed Jedi padawan Euforia, now… something else entirely, very much her own person).
His fellow Jedi Lachsandre ‘Sasja’ Paadmaiyen and the other 'Terrano's Seven' survivors. Those two have a bit of a bumpy history.
His older sister Shine, a SpecForce soldier.
His mom, Dominique, even if she keeps her distance as is proper for a Jedi.
His dad, Temujin, although he's hardly seen him in a decade, Tem being a high risk deliveries specialist.
His old Master and mentor, Pau Fen-Do. He was KIA, then got better, then got worse.
Shurieken Chelezar. It's not that he likes him, quite the opposite at times, but he can't help envy and admire his confidence and fortitude as a nutso Zabrak Jedi, and his long friendship with Euforia.
― a phobia your muse has:
None as such he can think of. As fears go, they are mostly about not measuring up as a Jedi, and they are justified ones. His biggest, deepest fear used to be being confirmed an unsalvageable loss after the Daan Terrano/Darth Pravus Incident. Hmm… actually… Yes, of course he has one phobia: He hates hoods. With a passion. Although there is no passion, there is serenity. Alright then, he hates hoods with serenity, for they lead to the Dark Side or the closest thing there is: An atrocious peripheral vision.
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“You think that love trumps fairness”, the lying Shadow said.
“No, I think you need both.”
The saber beam had completed the circle, leaving the doors’ lock isolated in a chunk edged with faint smoke and quickly receding ember-like glow. Reid switched his saber off and fitted it to his belt. Its power cell wasn’t as much depleted as bordering overheat.
“They are mutually exclusive.”
“I can’t accept that”, Reid replied. He set himself a couple of steps apart from the sliding doors, raised his knee and threw a kick. The lock and its surrounding piece of Phrik and durasteel-meshed wood flew away into the comparatively well lit passageway behind the door and fell somewhere inside it with a satisfying noise. He placed his hand near the hole’s edges. They emitted some warmth but that was all, so he pressed his palm against them and pushed, not full force yet.
“Then there’s no hope for you. Bris…”
And suddenly there was a presence at the other side of the door. A hand grabbed Reid’s and pulled with both strength and swiftness, making most of his limb disappear past the hole. His shoulder would have followed suit if not for him managing to use his other forearm to oppose resistance.
The sound of a lightsaber’s ignition drowned Reid in panic. My arm, he’s going to cut my—!
The blade sliced between his ribs instead.