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「 saskiavan‌:

「THE PEOPLE LIKE US」—  BOAZ + SASKIA  [ @boazshol ]    ↳  Kaas City, Dromund Kaas  —  3956BBY

    She  is  being  put  through  her  paces.  She  knows  this  because  she  knows  her  people,  their  way  of  life.  This  is  how  things  are  done.  It  is  never  enough  to  make  it  out  of  the  academy.  You  must  continue  to  fight—  to  carve  your  name  with  blood  and  bone  in  this  world  and  ensure  that  anyone  who  utters  it  does  so  with  a  tremble  of  fear.

    Oh,  how  Saskia  utterly  hates  it  all.

    It  is  all  melodrama  and  does  nothing  to  better  their  people  as  a  whole.  To  think  of  all  the  lives  lost  to  needless  backstabbing  and  infighting.  All  the  people  who  could  have  helped  strengthen  the  Empire  from  within  now  dead  and  gone.  It  was  sad  and  foolish.  

    And  oh,  how  she  was  getting  fed  buckets  full  of  Sith  foolishness  now  more  than  ever.  The  never  ending  woes  of  being  an  apprentice.  Lord  Khinas—  her  master,  unfortunately—  seems  bound  and  determined  to  put  her  down  with  every  menial  task  that  makes  its  way  into  his  tiny  brain.  He  knows  her  family,  her  connections.  And  she  knows  they  are  no  use  to  her  here  in  her  position.  And  yet  he  still  insists  on  running  her  ragged  most  days  and  barely  teaching  her  anything  of  value.  But  now,  so  late  in  the  evening,  she  is  finally  free  of  his  idiocy  and  has  a  quiet  moment  to  herself.  However,  she  intends  to  share  it  among  far  more  enjoyable  company.

    Her  green-eyed  gaze  locks  onto  her  target  easily.  He  is  harder  to  miss  than  she  thinks  he  knows,  at  least  in  her  mind,  and  tracking  him  down  was  a  simple  enough  task.  She  isn’t  so  quick  to  approach.  First  opening  her  senses  for  a  moment  and  reaching  out.  Their  conversations—  the  ones  where  they  can  be  themselves  fully  without  fear  of  repercussion—  are  best  to  be  had  in  private.  And  Saskia  could  so  use  a  fleeting  moment  to  vent  to  a  friend.  When  it  seems  possible  that  he  is  well  and  truly  alone  does  she  make  a  move  towards  him.

                                    “Might  I  have  a  word  with  you  in  private?���  

    The  words  are  stern,  a  facade,  and  the  best  she  will  do  at  announcing  her  presence.  While  she  sensed  no  other  through  the  force,  that  does  not  mean  no  one  is  listening  from  the  shadows  of  the  Imperial  Citadel.  Privacy  means  leaving  this  place  and  its  dark  walls  that  hold  too  many  secrets.

Boaz feels the shift in the room — one of those things he’s been able to do, noticing more and more each time it happens. He looks up from his conversation and glances around — the cold, sharp edges of the hall looks back. Someone is there and the familiarity of it, someone he knows or has brushed against once before, only sets his back up. The conversation suddenly becomes unimportant — well, it was unimportant to begin with. 

Now, it just didn’t matter. 

He straightens and makes an excuse and walks away. He knows she will follow. The path is known well enough that they blend into the hallway, others drifting this way and that with their duties or their boredom. A clatter of metal against metal, bone against bone, laughter against horror. Boaz continues, picking their way through winding corridors until he stops at what could be any random door and opens it. The hiss of pressurizing air and Boaz steps inside — wide glass panes stare out into the darkening skies, drawing the shadows from the thick thick jungles until broad leaves and tall trees are blurred shapes and things to move in the night. 

A set apart room, an observation deck that could offer peace and quiet to the snarling Sith Lords as a place to concentrate their anger in their meditations. It was hardly used. Anger usually needed a force to hit itself against — a peaceful view of the jungles beyond the perimeter of the city just didn’t do that. It was one of the few places that Boaz enjoyed here in the city. 

It’s only when the door shuts behind Saskia that he looks at her. The familiar of her presence is a soothing thing. He can almost feel the unwinding of tension, a bleeding away of stress and he offers her a smile. It’s easy to trust, easy to know. ( In truth, it is the worst thing about him. ) 

“Is this private enough? Or should we go skulking in the jungle?” He pauses, steps closer to her. “Is something wrong?” 

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✧ — from murder babe

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧  I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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What is history if not the breath / of the damned rising up?

Mary-Kim Arnold, from “[DURING THE OCCUPATION we all eat fruit],” published in Hyperallergic (via lifeinpoetry)

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✧ for dhirh

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I would kill you. ✧ I would ( attempt to ) physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you due to personal reasons. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You ( were ) my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider(ed) you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I know you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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✧ for caroc

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧  I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would give an awkward shoulder pat to you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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✧ for tahir

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would give you an awkward pat. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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✧ !!

                      send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. | @saskiavan

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You (were) my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I ( used to ) respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You were family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I ( did ) trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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「 vaelredetris‌:

Boaz always drifted. She used to study his expression for any signs, any hints, at why he often escaped to somewhere she couldn’t follow. At some point, she grew tired of it— Of being patient, understanding, quiet. Now, she formed a habit of digging her hands into any hairline fracture of his trances just to pull him out. She liked watching him get startled as if all that life rushed back into his body at once, causing him to jump. It was amusing. Cute, even.

She took a seat, pulling her knees close to her chest. “Hmm,” she hummed. Her head bobbled from side to side as she thought. “It was fine. I was surprised he held up so well when I made his family appear. Not a damn peep from him for a whole hour. What a sick bastard. Thanks for pointing out his reaction regarding his grandson.”  

The old man spat at her when she switched tactic and used the grandson as the bait. She remembered what he did. When she thrusted her blade into his gut, she remembered. The act was no more challenging than her stabbing her fork into the reheated flash frozen cafeteria meat. It was, however, annoying to clean up. 

“How’re you though? Did he say anything to you?” She made a face at the dry mystery meat that was served. While she waited for Boaz’s response, she took the opportunity to grab her plastic knife and steal a scoop of his pudding. 

He watched her. A thing they did — watching one another, waiting for something neither of them really knew what was coming. A laugh, a snarl, a knife in the gut. That was Sith doing, he was sure. He was never this jumpy until the Empire started calling him theirs. Boaz shook his head, letting her take what she wanted. Another thing they always did — Vael wanted, Boaz gave. 

“Family tends to be a soft spot for most people,” he says, offhandedly. The man had lived close to them and every time the word family was brought up — one of the multitude of trigger words that Boaz used to cause a response and he would cross his arms or put hand on top of the other, all protective or defensive movements. He shook his head at her other questions. 

“Not anything that wasn’t bullshit. He told me the Empire was wrong. Who knew someone could care that much about the Republic that they’d — just up and die for it. Why do you think he’d risk all that for it?” 

             A loaded question. Boaz knew how Vael felt about the Empire — how she staked her whole life on it, breathed it in and brought her own special twist to their instructions. Boaz — did not understand causes. How could something bigger than yourself mean enough to offer your throat to a knife and say cut clean? 

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Make us monsters. We’ll show you MONSTERS // @boazshol

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 「 vaelredetris‌: 

「  content warning | violence, blood, depictions of murder

—  ●        A bleeder, that one. Annoying too.                 Vaelre happily volunteered to get the tinder ready.

Body disposal had less going for it compared to execution. She would choose the experience of feeling the body put up its last fight over standing over the landfill every time. It was glorified babysitting for a corpse transitioning to ash. Today was a rare exception. She dragged the body with a chain, the hooks impaled through the former informant’s chin, through the halls. After a flick of her wrists, the tinder and body went up in flames. The scents of charred flesh and smoke danced hand-in-hand toward a darkened sky. 

A short whistled tune preceded her as she made her way to the cafeteria. The cremation incited an insistent demand from her own body to fill her stomach soon. She hated this place but she went where her partner went. It was one of their unspoken rituals to spend time together after an interrogation. And she was nothing but a lover for rituals. 

She scanned the room for him and found him quickly. Boy. He looked like crap. ( This is why they had their ritual. )

Her face scrunched like she experienced the worst shit of her life. It was her best effort to mirror his constipated face. Maybe it’d get a laugh out of him— Or maybe not. His reaction beckoned a loud cackle from her lungs though. With her devilish grin, she charged forward over to where he sat. She slammed her tray down on the table. 

“Got you some pudding,” she wiggled the cup in front of him. “And napkins.” Her gaze gracefully lowered and landed on his hands. She raised her eyebrows as she held both items in each hand. 

Boaz jumped, too lost in his own thoughts and circling those thoughts with more thoughts to see her coming. He was often fairly aware of those approaching him — he could pinpoint everyone in this room without him having to look, their presence echoing and overlapping and he could feel them. It was one of those special tricks they talked about using the Force. Boaz used it to his advantage — well, until he isn’t paying attention. 

Then was a free for all and Vaelre has more often than not been the one to sneak up on him. His hand went immediately for the blaster he kept close at his hip but recognition and something like relief went through him. Oh. Vaelre. 

                     Little comforts are better than nothing, he supposed. ( Comfort being a loose word. This is not the word often used to describe Vaelre Detris. Chaotic. Wild. Unhinged. But — none of those words knew Vaelre the way Boaz did. Well — listen, listen it’s complicated. )

“And nearly scared the shit out of me,” he said, hand clapping to his chest. “... what? What?” He follows her glanced down at his hands and for the first time seemed to notice the red beneath his fingertips. He wiggled his fingers against the table. “Ah. Right. Thank you.” He accepted the napkins first, wiping away what he could before he went for the pudding. There was a moment of general quiet before Boaz shook his head again and once more ran his hand through his hair. He was going to yank it out one of these days. 

“That was rough. You’d think an old man would break easier than that. I feel like I’ve been — I’ve been yanked through hyperspace by my nose.” He was too tired to think of anything more creative. “Didn’t mean to just walk out on you. Sorry. You have any trouble with him?” 

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「 DIDDLY SQUAT ABOUT YOUR OWN ASSHOLE.    location | outer rim territories. chorlian sector malachor v.   status | open.    content warning | violence, blood, cursing, and boaz’s poor choices. 

—  ●        The food on Malacahor V was decent enough. 

The Base was efficient in making sure that every member, employee, and bumblefuck this side of the galaxy was properly cared for — present company included. He scraped a spoon across the plate, uninterested. It wasn’t the food that bothered him — it was something else. He looked across the table to the empty seat and saw the small pool of blood dripping from the nose of the informant picked up on Artus Prime. The man had picked his head up from the table and grinned, a gruesome red smile and said that they were losing. 

            ( “You think you know a thing or two about wars, boy? You think them Sith got all the answers? You don’t know diddly squat about your own asshole — well, lemme clue you in. You’re losin’.” )

He blinked and the man was gone — had never been there. He was dead now. One quick blaster shot to the head and he crumpled like the rest of them, still grinning. Boaz hated it when they smiled. He hated it even more when their words kept rattling around inside his head. Pushing the plate away, he ran his fingers through his hair and glanced about the small — cafeteria? Eatery? Boaz never learned the actual name of this place. 

The unsettling feeling darkened, his stomach clenched and Boaz sucked in a quick breath. That was as far as it went, the air around him was thick with something he could not explain. They said it was because he could feel the air. The Force — Boaz just knew it was an ulcer in the maker. 

He caught eyes with someone in the ... cafe? Restaurant? Really, he should learn the names of the rooms on the Base. He looked a whole mess and that he knew. There was still blood on his fingertips, his clothes that was made all the worse by his vivid red eyes. He hadn’t changed after the interrogation — those words had made it hard for him to be alone. You think them Sith got all the answers? He didn’t — and they didn’t have to know that. The other made a face at him and Boaz made one back. 

             No one had to know. And he hated that too.            

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H E A D C A N O N S // boaz.

01. Tell us about your character’s name. Was it given to them or chosen? Does it hold any special meaning? If your character has aliases or nicknames, how did they get them and what do they mean?

BOAZ — it was more or less given to him, the name his parents gave him has long been forgotten along with his parents. as a child, watching the stars, he thought it was the name of a hero that chased villains through the void, that battled warriors like the stories on the monoliths. he wanted to believe something like that about himself. there was a group of children and they ran wild through the digs, through the quarries, through the histories that were dug up about their people — and boaz was just what they called him. 

VIPER — reputation means a lot in his type of work, you’re selling a front and that front need to be bought before you even walk through the door. viper is a scare tactic. he picked it up in the business — with eyes like a snake, it started to follow him around. silver tongued ; temptation ; liar. they begin to expect something larger than life to walk through the door with a reputation blood-red as his. something with teeth, with a trigger-happy finger, with no intention of letting them get out of here alive — and that’s not what they get. viper is just a man. and they relax. it makes it easier for him to sell his story — easier to strike a still target.

02. What is your character’s relationship to their homeworld? Do they hold fond memories of it, or do they hate it? Are they still here, and if not, do they miss it?

simocadia was a dusty, mountainous world of buried history, monoliths sunk beneath the ages, rock quarries left to age beneath the stars along with their stories and histories. they would run out beneath the night sky, surefooted against the rocks, pretend they were warriors of legend that have long been buried. boaz has fond memories of that part of it. that small sense of freedom. it’s something he’ll never return to and has become something to crave.  he always fails to mention the body he put beneath the rocks there. he knows that he’ll never go back. simocadia is a strange place now. the emptiness of space, the blood on his hands, has left that terrible place of home in his mouth. 

03. Describe your character’s relationship with those who raised them. Was it positive? Negative? Neutral? What sorts of ideologies were they raised with, and do they still stand by them now?

boaz was raised more or less by the children who ran wild among the digs. he had parents, he was sure but he didn’t know them. they could have been any of those obsessive types, lost in a history that didn’t matter anymore. and children do as children will — they live lives as big as they can before reality starts to connect. there wasn’t much of impression left on him except that if you wanted to be the one everyone liked, you had to push the bigger kid off.  xerda has left more of a mark. simocada is rich in agrocite — a rare ore that can be used for fuel and to enhance beam tools such as cutters, lasers, and rifles. it’s quite useful to have one of those quarry kids who know the mines better than anyone on your side. she saw something in boaz — he’ll never really understand what it was, he never asked. but the life she offered was much different and far away from the body he buried. xerda has was not a gentle person. she didn’t coddle or protect him, she didn’t teach him right from wrong. she taught him: business is business and the only way to get where you want is to push the bigger kid off. not exactly in those words but it was something boaz understood. he is very underhandedly ambitious and doesn’t believe there is a line that would be too far to cross. it’s kept him alive thus far. 

04. What is your character’s relationship with the Force? Is your character Force-sensitive? Whether or not they are, do they believe in it? Do they lean more towards the dark or the light or are they somewhere in between?

boaz is aware of that he has something. xerda has saw it when he ran guns for her. he knew the right people to talk to, he could find his way back to her even if she left him on the other side of the planet, he was the good luck charm to many of the runners. neither of them knew what it was. he was informed of it when he allied himself with the sith but it was simply left at that. he might be a tool to be sharpened, they told him but boaz has seen nothing of that promise.  he believes in it but his belief is based in more of there must be something better out there. he doesn’t want to believe that what he is right now is it. it’s something he keeps to himself, however.  boaz is squarely in between but he very much does not want to lean towards the dark. he sees how it corrupts, how it mangles, how cruelty can be the only advancement in a place like this and boaz knows he’s not like that. or — he believes he isn’t. he desperately wants someone to show he isn’t like that. 

05. What three word would you use to describe your character? What three words would your character use to describe themself? What three words would someone close to them use?

dumb ambitious bastard.

miserable exhausted bastard. 

manipulative sleepy bastard. 

06. Describe your character’s aesthetic. Do they tend towards fashion or function? Do they like to accessorize? How does this extend into their own personal spaces, such as their home or their workspace?

he tends to be decently put together for the most part. he leans toward functionality but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate fashion. it’s just functional clothing tends to hold up better in his line of work. black clothing hides blood splatter and you still look professional after four days of not sleeping / torture. accessories extend only to jewelry and while he doesn’t wear it often, he actually has a lot of it. too much. necklaces to earrings to rings, precious gems to precious metals to a few items he’s taken off bodies.  boaz keeps his appearance in order but his living spaces are very much not in order. he tends to fall apart when left to his own devices, falling into a quiet survival. he doesn’t live like a slob but it’s clearly just lack of effort. there are clothes and jewelry and weapon components spread out pretty much on any available open space. 

07. What are your character’s vices? Guilty pleasures? Bad habits? Weak spots?

gambling. something he got into with xerda, finding potential buyers in casinos or gambling dens and luck usually lends itself to him. it becomes almost a place of comfort for him. he can melt into the crowd and listen, sell his trade when he isn’t needed for an interrogation. he can lose himself in the tides and pull of whatever game he’s playing. 

the jewelry he collects. he has a rather bird brain about shiny things. he likes to collect them even if he will never wear them. he just like having them around him. they remind him of stars. 

tends to zero in on annoyances. pops his knuckles in the quiet to see who hates it and then exclusively pops his knuckles when they’re around. he doesn’t do it to everyone ( because he might get killed if he does it to the wrong person. ) but once he finds something — he won’t drop it. 

08. Tell us about your character’s relationship with food. What are their favorites? Do they enjoy cooking? Are they adventurous? Will they eat absolutely anything or are they hard to please?

He’s not a picky eater, he likes to try new things and doesn’t think twice about what it looks like so long as it’s food. growing up, a good meal was rare and then it was a battlefield with xerda has. he tends to find new places to try out, hole-in-the-wall types to noodle shops to street food — he’ll give it a try at least once. 

09. How does your character feel about engaging in relationships—romantic and / or sexual—with others? What is their history like? Do they fall in love easily? Are they constantly in and out of relationships?

boaz never really thought about it. in his line of work, there’s not much really beyond the occasional stress relief which boaz didn’t take part of much. love is a little more complicated. boaz has thought about it, wondered, tried to see himself with someone but he has never acted on anything. he isn’t curious about it, really. it’s more — he has no idea. it’s something that’s not happened much and he doesn’t have to think about it. 

10. What is your character’s pain tolerance like? Can they hold their own in a fight, despite injury? If someone hurts them with the aim of gaining information, how much can they take before they cave?

a high pain tolerance but he doesn’t like to just keep going, going, going. he would much rather just have you come along willingly. if it comes to fighting, his aim is take you down within the first five seconds of a meeting going sour. due to the fact that he is an interrogator, he can hold out a while before he caves because he knows how interrogations for information works.

11. What is your character’s weapon of choice? Are they more skilled as a melee fighter or do they have more skill with ranged weapons? What’s their fighting style like? What sort of training do they have behind them?

a gun runner as teenager and then a dealer as an adult, boaz has a preference for guns, particularly rifles. he can fight with his hands but he just would rather not because he has to use those later. he isn’t a sharpshooter _ well, he isn’t really much of a fighter. if he can talk his way out of it, he will. his fighting style is dirty and quick and he is not afraid to grab for any advantage. there was no training beyond what he picked up on simocadia and the other runners with xerda has which was just fighting to win rather than skill. 

12. Does your character have any words or catchphrases that they say frequently? Tell us about how they picked them up.

boaz tends to pick up and drop things easily. it’s easier to blend in when you don’t have something that can be traced back to you. he can be whatever the room calls for — a gambler with a bad cursing habit. an arms dealer who can’t stop swearing on his mother. a drunk who won’t stop trying to saying ‘now this is how it really went down’. that said — he tends to repeat words as in, “listen — no, listen.” / “look. look. LOOK.” / "what? .... what? no, what?” 

13. Tell us about a negative experience your character has had with either the Jedi or the Sith, and how this has affected their standing. Whether currently aligned or unaligned with either faction, if forced to choose, how would they side?

boaz has very little, probably no interaction with jedi. he knows they’re out there — well, they used to be out there. with the sith, he sees the corruption even if he doesn’t understand it. something within him actively rebels against it even if he isn’t sure why it’s happening. because of that, he has a tendency to not trust anything the sith say or do. they’ve mentioned word about training him in using the force but that has never actually happened. as his employer, there have been times when answers / information has been unsatisfactory and he’s had to answer for that. torture isn’t beyond the sith. and neither is withholding pay. although gun to his head, life on the line — he would side with whatever they wanted to hear. deep down beyond his immediate survival instinct, he would probably choose jedi. 

14. How would your character react to seeing a relative or friend on the opposing side of a battle or mission?

he would be at first shocked to see them but then he would carry out his job. it’s just good business. 

15. Describe a memory that your character finds embarrassing.

the only thing that really embarrasses boaz is being make to look unprepared in front of people that either he works for or is doing business with. among the runners, hazing was a thing and they would put the new kid in dangerous situations with no proper protection or gear and they would just have to figure out how to deal with it. this is a lot where boaz learned to be such a smooth talker because he hated to be made a fool of. xerda has once set him up with a buyer with no preparation and sat there while boaz bumbled through trying to sell the guy a gun he didn’t want. in the end, boaz’s persistence got him a hard fist to the nose all while xerda laughed. 

16. What goals does your character hold for themself and what steps have they taken towards achieving them? How far are they willing to go to reach them? What is their be-all and end-all?

his main goal is to stay alive. he will do everything it takes to stay alive even if it means taking down the people next to him. he will do what it takes to survive and that’s an instinct he’s never been able to overcome. he can be compassionate but his ambitious rules utmost. all that said — boaz wants to be saved. he believes that the sith do not hold the answer to what he’s looking for and he’s putting a lot of faith into the order. he wants to know that he can be better than this.

17. What is the one thing your character would change about their life if they were given the chance? What other lives could they have lived as a result?

he wishes instead of xerda has finding him, the jedi found him first. he believes that has they found him first then he would be on a very different path. probably one where he likes himself better. 

18. Living in such a high-conflict time, how does your character feel about doing what they must to survive? Will they hurt or kill others—either directly or indirectly—to protect themself and / or those close to them? If so, do they regret it when all is said and done?

he will do anything and everything to survive. boaz is focused on keeping himself alive. every one of his dealings, all of his business is to secure a future for him. he will absolutely hurt or kill someone in order to do this and has done so before. boaz can be ruthless when it comes to making sure he gets what he believes he needs in order to survive. he has no regrets at all about the things he’s done — well. except for one. the only regret that boaz still carries is the boy he killed on simocadia by accident. 

19. What is the biggest problem your character is currently dealing with?

getting paid. and probably vaelre but in that ‘they’re My problem” way. 

20. Give us 3+ headcanons of any length or subject matter.

boaz really enjoys stargazing. so much so that he’ll extend visits planet-side long enough that he can look up at the stars and try to find planets he’s visited, systems he remembers, and places that he’ll probably never see again. it links back to his childhood, lying on top of huge, half buried monoliths of history and staring up at the stars and having that sense of hearing the stars sing and knowing what they were saying. watching the stars is probably the closest he’s ever been to interacting with the force. 

he is actually a fairly good teacher when it comes to teaching people things such as weapon handling, gambling games, and probably even torture tactics if someone really wanted to learn that. he can be patient and even gentle with showing someone how things work. a lot of the things he knows he had to learn on his own and he doesn’t feel like it should be as much of a struggle as it was for him.

although he doesn’t have regrets and he doesn’t think of himself as an evil person — just someone misguided, he wishes he was what someone would call a ‘good person’. and he tries to do things that could be classified as doing good despite his line of work. this comes out in different ways for different people. trying, however, doesn’t not mean doing. a lot of times his survival instinct kicks in and it overrides the good things he’s done.  

bonus. Give us a list of any length telling us why our “fave is problematic.”

thinks it’s totally okay to just leave his dirty socks around. 

“i need to clean my gun” is not a valid excuse to leave a conversation, boaz. it’s not. come back here and face ur decisions. 

vael: i have done nothing wrong ever in my life boaz: i know this and i love you 

i can go the distance.mp3 but in the key of bad decisions 

probably dabs

“i want a better life.” continues to make poor decisions 

100% will betray you if a better deal comes along

bites his nails 

has a thing for rings. ( gollum voice: pr. ecio .. u . s . ) 

sold his boss into slavery that happened who does that

viciously ambitious 

gambles a lot and loses your money sometimes on purpose 

“i’m going to bed” and then doesn’t sleep 

has a lot of emotions but thinks he’s a stone cold bitch

“do as i say, not as i do” as he fucks off and does god knows what 

“......... Look.” 

says he’s a ‘people person’ but spends all his time alone

doesn’t Actively create drama but loves drama 

sith sith they’re our man, if they can’t do it GREAT 

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Savagely alive,

Osip Mandelstam, tr. by Bernard Meares, from “Paganini’s Fingers,” (via dazzlc)

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