#swtor revan

[ghostknightz]

"They say that only winners get flowers - but have I truly won?"

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[tiredassmage]

guess who finally finished echoes and looked epic doing it <3

[catohphm]

I did the Revan related flashpoints for my Sith warrior toon in SWTOR, Boarding Party and The Foundry. I thought the entire premise dealing with Revan and a Rakatan droid factory was pretty cool, but I don't see Fernie taking part in the battle in my headcanon.

The flashpoint series had tons of hard enemies and bosses. HK-47 was the hardest. My poor guy was downed instantly a couple times before I defeated the droid. Through the course of the fight, he went into a healing chamber I would have to disrupt so he wouldn't regain health.

The final battle of the series involves Fernie having a one on one battle with Revan. The premise of this has issues if I were to make it part of my guy's headcanon. It seems too far-fetched and anticlimactic for how his main class story and planetary story arc content portray Revan, who is this mysterious Napoleon-like figure my guy only hears about from people who follow his teachings throughout his travels.

I'm not sure if the Foundry fight happens at all in my headcanon, but if it does, the only way Fernie hears about it would be reading an after-action report or dossier covering the mission.

With that, he is now level 41 and all set to go through the rest of his class story!

[eveenstar]

ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | male! revan

Revan has been freed from his centuries-long imprisonment, but something is... wrong with him. There is something beneath his flesh, and it simply won't leave him be. But that's okay, he has a role to fulfil. The mask won't wear itself.

tw: dissociation, referenced character death, revan being creepy and off-putting, swtor era

Revan didn’t like what he saw in the mirror. More often than not, it was not his face that stared back at him, but a ghost. A haunting that stalked him day and night, from planet to planet, and dream to nightmare.

Well, it’s not like he slept much these days. Or did he? Time was hard to tell in this place. The cult that had taken him in – the Revanites, whatever they chose to call themselves – they had given him a beautiful chamber to sleep or meditate in. Decorated, worshipped. They were all but foolish children, worshipping a false god. Revan did not want to be a god, yet the burden had befallen upon him, as it had once in the past. Like the rest of the galaxy, he would shape them into something useful. Something pure. Soon, the galaxy would know freedom.

Revan knew very well how fractured his mind was — he was less than a man and even less than a dog. He was nothing. He had made sure of that.

The galaxy had changed during his imprisonment. So many lives were lost, and many more were born. New songs for the Force to tear apart, he thought, a melody for each side of the coin. Sith and Jedi, they knew nought of the pain they brought with their words. Choosing sides was useless; they did not know what he knew. They needed to be shown the true path. He would show them.

The mask felt heavier on his head than it had before — an unwilling crown for an unwilling conqueror. If it could, Revan was sure the mask would engrave itself into his flesh. There was nothing left of the man he was before. Karris was dead. He had not died peacefully; no. Karris died violently, thrashing and screaming. In that hollow chamber, Revan was reborn from the rotting carcass of a little boy.

Soon, the fleet would be complete. As foolish as these children, these Revanites were, they had eyes everywhere. Across the Sith Empire and the Republic. They would heed his call and come to his aid like a dog running to its master.

Yet still, Revan did not like what he saw in the mirror. Sometimes it wasn’t a face he saw. It was something distorted, ugly and strange. It had tired eyes and unkempt hair. There were tangles in it – he felt them every time he ran a stressed hand over his head. Its lips were also dry. Cracked. There was dry blood on them from pulling at the skin with his teeth. Thankfully, the gloves were on his hands more often than not; otherwise, Revan would’ve bit through his own fingers if necessary.

Its right eye twitched.

Suddenly, the wooden table cracked beneath his palm. A crushed bug lay dead beneath it. He hadn’t even realised – he hadn’t…

For a moment, there was silence.

Slowly turning his eyes back to the mirror, Revan saw nothing. No reflection, nothing at all. The mirror stood empty. Perhaps he wasn’t there at all, he thought, maybe he had died by the Emperor’s hand after all. Or this was some cruel dream he couldn’t wake up from.

“My Lord?” A meek, quiet voice called from behind. A Revanite, frail and thin, with their head bowed. They did not dare to raise their eyes, to gaze upon the anomaly in the chamber. “Supper will be served soon, the… the hunt proved… successful.”

As the silence from their Lord stretched thin, the Revanite at last dared to glimpse at their master. Across the chamber, they were met with the fixed stare of their Lord. He was not facing them directly, but rather staring through the mirror’s reflection — the cultist had dreamt of a charming man beneath the mask, but this thing that stared at them had a dirty, feral look to it. His pupils were enlarged and devoid of any lustre, fixed on a sole point – the cultist themselves.

Revan didn’t even seem to be breathing at all.

He just stared.

Simply stared.

The door slid shut by itself. The Revanite took a startled jump, hand instinctively reaching for the blaster that had gone missing from their hip. “M-My Lord, I apologise if I offended you-” Much to their horror, a strange smile had stretched across Revan’s lips.

But as promised, supper was indeed served a little less than an hour later. The new base they had settled in, hidden from prying eyes, had been wisely chosen. Some Revanites had left to hunt and came back with enough provisions to last the next rotation. To them, everything seemed to be going well and only improving. They had their God, their beloved Master, with them, so everything was going to be alright, surely. Revan would never bring folly upon his allies.

So, of course, they were all very content to see their Lord come to them for supper. They did not question his silence nor the strange way he smiled, tilted his head, talked to them – even if the light had gone from his eyes. No, no, Revan had a role to fulfil, and he’d never let them down.

Across the room, two younger Revanites whispered to themselves, urgently so.

“Ha’ri, have you seen Gulpper? They said they were going to notify His Lordship of supper, but I can’t find them anywhere.”

“I can’t pick up their signal…”

Across the room, Revan watched them. There was blood in his hands – thankfully, the gloves hid it.

[laigaming]

There are a lot of (very valid) critiques about SWTOR Revan, and of course he's not MY Revan, but I still just wanna give him a hug. Poor bby, it's not his fault he's written that way. Let me give him cookies and a nap.

[ghostknightz]

I know many people dislike/hate Revan's design in SWTOR but...

I WILL ADMIT IT, I WILL:

I LOVE HIM, OKAY? JUST LOOK AT THIS CUTIE, HOW CAN ANYONE HATE HIMMM! HE IS MY EVERYTHING AND EVEN IF THIS VERSION OF REVAN ISN'T CANON FOR MINE, I STILL LOVE HIM WITH MY ENTIRE HEART

Just look at him, he makes me feel so maternal omg

(His little angry pout)

[ghostknightz]

"Both of us were wronged by both Sith and Jedi. Both of us are hurting, feeling the kind of hatred that is almost unbearable. You want to run away, to hide, to give up because there is nothing left to hold onto." -Revan

"But if you stay with me, I will help you use your anger, pain, and hatred but also your kindness and love to become strong without losing yourself entirely. And together, we will push the root of all evil from its throne and secure a future where both of us, and the Galaxy in its entirety, could live in peace and quiet." -Revan

"I'm tired, Revan. I'm just so tired." -Avra

"I know, I know you are - I am too. But we cannot stop now. It will work out in the end, no matter the sacrifices, no matter what the Jedi say or the Sith do. We will come out triumphant - and we will reach for the stars the way we want to." -Revan

"Promise?" -Avra

"I do no such things as promises, you know that. But I can guarantee that I won't let you fall into a pit you couldn't crawl out of. I haven’t officially called you my apprentice, nor have I claimed to be your Master. But if you are ready to walk, I will make you run." -Revan

"..."

"Are you ready, Avra?" -Revan

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Just a little idea that popped into my mind.

I am not great at drawing comics, so that will need to do!

[ghostknightz]

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