#Vahita

[astrxealis]

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[evilrevan]

For any swtor/kotor character - what crystals do they use?

From this post

Going to assume you mean color crystals as I don’t know much about the other kinds used in lightsabers.

Vulmyss:

When he was an acolyte at the academy he used a blood red crystal, same as most of his peers. However, when he served under another dark lord as their apprentice, Vulmyss began to favor a more orange/yellow colored lightsaber. The blood red crystal felt off to him. Didn’t feel correct. After finding a rather uncommon colored crystal shortly after his previous lightsaber was damaged and needed new components, he decided to use it instead. He quickly found it suited him better.

Andraria (Vulmyss’ & Vahita’s mother)

Similar to her son she used the typical red colored crystal for the color of her lightsaber, using it primarily though most of her apprenticeship under Darth Baras. It wasn’t until much later in her life, before being married and having children, she realized the Emperor’s schemes and promptly, as a way of letting go her single-minded devotion to a coward, replaced her lightsaber completely. She wanted something to define her. Something with no ties to the Emperor. As such she ended up utilizing two dark purple colored lightsabers.

Vahita:

Vahita didn’t stray far from the norm of Sith in terms of color. She stuck with the typical blood red crystal first given to her as an acolyte. Twisted, hotheaded, and quick to anger- the color was perfect for her. Even when her lightsaber broke she still used only red colored crystals.

Vediria:

As a consular dedicated to healing and diplomacy then actual fighting, Vediria chose a crystal more akin to lifestyle. A yellow colored crystal sung to her as something serene, calming, and joyous. Green and blue, while also equally alluring, didn’t quite have the same aura as the yellow. So in the end, she used the bright sun colored crystal as the color for her lightsaber.

Aditaya (Adopted mother to Vediria):

As someone dedicated to protecting, fighting, and being a beacon of hope for people around her, one of her masters presented with her a bright aqua blue crystal. Something striking, yet resolute. Calm and familiar. Aditaya didn’t seem the symbolism back then, but as she grew older- she saw what just a color could do for people.

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[evilrevan]

What was Vowrawn's reaction the first time he held is child?

Relief. 

It’s the first thing Vowrawn feels the moment he’s given the good news by the medical staff. Between a complicated and dangerous birth, both Andraria and his daughter are alive and healthy. His wife is drained, pallid in the face from their daughter not properly breaching (or even trying to reach the birth canal) and losing a great deal of blood trying to get the newborn out.

Nearly a day has passed since her labor pains hit, water bursting and unimaginable pain blossoming within the Wrath’s abdomen. Everything was accounted for then. But not their daughter decided not to be where she was supposed to be, prolonging the labor and endangering Andraria’s life in the process. 

Concern, frustration, fear - all melted away the second the doors opened. There wasn’t a look of fear or dread when the medical chief approached him. Nothing save a tired, exhausted expression on the man’s face. The faint scent of blood clung to him. Speckles of old blood dotting the man’s once pristine white boots with flecks of red. There were more spots on the rest of his wardrobe- a sign of something concerning… had it not been for the lack of trepidation. Curtly and harshly he demanded to see them both, letting agitation slip between the cracks of his controlled visage. 

Andraria was long asleep by the time he arrived. Nearly colorless…. weakened… wavering. But she was alive. Breathing the same air as him. It was something. And if she truly was teetering on the brink, then his staff would have reacted differently. Far differently. And for all his appreciation for the men and women under his command- if she died because of their negligence… no one would leave this place alive.

Like the crack of the whip, he calls for his daughter to be brought to him, immediately. They fumble around as one of the attendants emerges from the adjacent room, a small bundle of gold and red cloth nestled in their arms. Wordlessly he’s handed the bundle. The weight of it startlingly light in comparison to the things he’s held. It’s almost unsettling.

Peering inside the folds of cloth he spies a flash of red, bright and vibrant in comparison to his own deep almost dusky red color. His daughter, sensing him, wiggled within the confines of the cloth, her almost entirely smooth face save for a few raised curving along her brow, scrunched up in distress. Vowrawn couldn’t tell if she would bear his eyes or another color- like gold, orange, or some shade of dark red. He doubted he’d see her with blue eyes. Regrettably. Partly human or not, his bloodline overpowered the other- with the smoothness of her face taking after Andraria. 

If she did bear blue eyes, it would be a shock and a delight.

His daughter didn’t make a sound. Not a single one as he tried to part the cloth to see more of her face and hands. Clearly, given the look of discomfort contorted the pudgy softened features of her face, she disliked being unraveled and torn from the warmth of the fabric. 

It took only a touch for the tingle of force sensitivity to brush across his senses. Weak. But not concerning given the situation. 

Pride lit up in his blood red eyes, a smirk dancing across his mouth as he consistently failed in getting his daughter comfortably settled in his arms. She proved fussy and yet, never screamed or wailed like so many other newborns.

Vowrawn dismissed his staff. Insisting they weren’t allowed in unless called for. The room emptied leaving behind only himself, his wife, and his new daughter.

Unsteady on his feet he sat down beside Andraria’s sleeping form. In the time he took to study their daughter, her complexion looked a touch better. A faint hint of color. 

Contentment hit hard. Reality knocking the wind out him soon after with the wiggling of his newborn daughter. 

Amusement flickered across his features in regards to her. “You’ve caused quite a bit of trouble so quickly. I suppose you take after one of us when it comes to making things bothersome for others.” 

His daughter’s eyelids struggled to open. But when they did, he was met with the same pair of red eyes lodged within his own sockets. 

[evilrevan]

For the meme. Tiamat: 2,4,6,13. Reyvanna: 3, 17, 19, 20. Vahita: 5, 8, 9, 25.

Describe Your OC meme

Under readmore because holy shit this is long.

Tiamat:

2.  Their smile

Tiamat’s smile is wide and… toothy thanks to her reptilian genetics. It’ll be slightly lopsided as she can’t quite get the whole smiling thing humans, dwarfs, and elves do right. She tries. Often times her smiles do come off as creepy with rows of her needle-like teeth sticking out like she’s about to tear into someone’s arm. Doesn’t help things when she tries to joke about humans, dwarfs, or elves tasting like gravel. 

4.  Their insecurities

Given her upbringing and past with her kin, Tiamat is heavily insecure being around others of her species. Many are high ranking individuals and even ones who are merely servants or slaves hold a higher standing than she does. Rejected even before she broke the shell, it shattered her self-confidence and self-worth. When faced with her kin she’s wary, guarded, and coarse. At least on the outside.

Inside? She’s a mess bubbling with nervous energy. Always fearful someone will figure out she was nothing but an unwanted hatchling. 

While it isn’t an insecurity she does have survivor’s guilt as well. Both from being the only one of her clutch to survive and surviving the Hall of Echoes (with a select few people). 

6. How they deal with grief

She doesn’t cry. Like many of her kin born without tear ducts. Instead, she pretends the pain isn’t there. Laughs, smiles, and tosses jokes around like fish leaping out of a quiet little pond. If they saw her in high spirits they would ask if she was ok. Wouldn’t suspect the pain carving her beating heart into bloody chunks beneath her scaled hide. 

Only the people who know her best will be able to tell she’s hurting, seeing the signs long before she ever puts her pain into words.

13. An embarrassing memory from years ago

Tiamat had limited exposure towards other species and therefore, would always find herself perplexed by their customs, lifestyles, and reproduction. 

While in her youth she robbed treasures from the houses in the Empire as well as liberated poorly treated slaves whenever she could. In the heat of things she never questioned the extra bits on the females’ chests. The weird protrusions the males had between their legs- or the fact both species could be both extremely hairy and smelly. 

However one night she had a breather as she escorted a small group of slaves to a contact of hers who would see them safely out of the Empire’s domain. Having arrived with plenty of time to spare at the meeting spot, Tiamat found she couldn’t quite keep her forked tongue in her mouth- especially when she saw one of the females had a far larger, rounded stomach similar to her kin expecting a clutch.

It began innocently enough. How many she expected. How long her hatchlings took to grow, and if they had any teeth or claws. She found out, rather swiftly humans/dwarfs/and Elves normally had one offspring (which to this day she doesn’t understand why they do or why ONE causes a female’s stomach to swell that much), spent sixteen to eighteen years with their parents, and had no teeth or ‘claws’ when they were born. And while Tiamat hadn’t asked she also found out babies, as they were called, were utterly defenseless and constantly needed food. 

It was around then with the face of shock and horror her contact decided to show up. Laughing loudly.

Reyvanna:

3. Their greatest achievement

In Reyvanna’s mind, her greatest achievement wasn’t when she slew Kyros. It wasn’t when she broke all of Kyros’ edicts. Nor the moment she managed to cause Graven Ashe to bow down to her and cede his control over his forces. 

Her greatest achievement was staring down the Archon of Justice, her head unbound of their facial/head wrappings, proudly defending against the accusations aimed to drown her in a sea of blood, with ease. Kyros’ laws had loopholes. Imperfections. Things which allowed her to do what she did with immunity. Or at least, excused her actions.

When she challenged Kyros’ logic- her flawed justice Reyvanna half expected to be killed on the spot. It never happened. Tunon merely glared at her icily while stating if she were anyone else he’d have them condemned for treason.

Not guilty. 

The Archon of Justice found her not guilty. 

Reyvanna’s great achievement in that moment was turning Kyros’ symbol of her rule against her. The Archon of Justice backed her. Archon of Shadows, Bleden Mark followed her. Graven Ashe ceded his army to do with as she wished. And finally, she had the oldest of Kyros’ under her control.

When he bent the knee to her, Reyvanna found it hard to breathe. Harder to comprehend the situation as it swirled around her skull, knocking her senses out the door as realization slammed into her: He chose her over Kyros.

17. Their ambitions

During the Conquests, Reyvanna’s only ambition was to live. Having survived Mark’s trials, forced to see her second family slaughtered (beast tribe), and endure this new world under a false ruler- she wanted to live. To prove her will was greater than their’s and overcome all challenges before her. It was simple.

After the conquest, she wanted to tear down Kyros’ carefully built nation until nothing stood. The conquest scarred her. Tested her morals and allowed her to see the rot plaguing what everyone claimed to be a perfect empire. It was fetid. Filled with laws made of lies and half-truths. 

Pre/Post Kyros Reyvanna wishes to be nothing like Kyros when her powers come to fruition. She wants to be better than her. To turn the people she forced into joining her against the overlord herself. Perhaps it is pride. Perhaps she secretly wants to be the one to bring Kyros out of hiding. Reyvanna doesn’t quite know the exact reason behind it.

All she knows is she feels a smug satisfaction when the Tiers fall under her control, the Edict of storms crashing over Kyros’ forces, stalling them for an undetermined amount of time.

19.  Their reaction to betrayal

Angrily. Violently. Gorey. Reyvanna isn’t one to tolerate betrayals at all. She gives people one chance not to stab her in the back. If they refuse it or do attempt such a thing, their life is forfeit. No more chances. No mercy. 

She’ll rip out their hearts and feed the bloody pieces to their accomplishes. 

Depending on the severity of their betrayal she may kill them somewhat quickly. Or listen to them scream as she slowly wrenches every limb out of their socket, snap off their fingers knuckle by knuckle, cut out their tongues, or (and this happened once) dig her sharp fingernails into the skin of their throat and tear out of their vocal chords along with their windpipe. If she’s feeling merciful.

20.Their reaction to a mystery love letter

Reyvanna (depending on where on her timeline she’s in) would most likely consider a prank and promptly, throw it away. Or out a window if she’s within the court.. or any building really.

I’d be a waste of time given she truly only has eyes for Tunon (lustfully not really love based. Not yet anyway) and one else would simply be a waste of time. If they wanted to have casual sex, she’s all for it. Let off some steam. Get the blood pumping. Sure. Love? No.

Vahita:

5. Their shortcomings

Vahita has plenty of shortcomings given her nature. She’s impulsive, fails to think ahead, self-absorbed, and bloodthirsty. Compared to her younger brother Vulmyss, she’s highly unpredictable and extremely dangerous whereas he is more level-headed and more logical. Vahita has no logic. Fueled entirely by emotions and self-interest befitting the norm of most sith.

8.  What they like to eat

Vahita tends to prefer spicy or sweet foods as they don’t upset her stomach. Sour or bland foods tend to leave her wanting to retch for some odd reason or another. Fruits and Meat-based dishes are the number one way to appeal to her… without getting stabbed in the gut.

9. Their theme

In general, she’s a psychopath. A bloody self-serving insane young woman born of two high ranking Sith (Darth Vowrawn and Darth Andraria) with a penchant to use force to get what she wants. 

25. Why you enjoy them

When I tend to write or create characters I always try to make them not the assholes or the murderer. With Vahita she’s all of that and more.

She’s a sith so you expect her to be a dick. And she is. She doesn’t apologize for her behavior, doesn’t take any lip from those lesser than herself, and is openly promiscuous. 

Vahita doesn’t feel anything for her family. Doesn’t care if they lived or died. Wouldn’t shed a tear if her mother was actually dead and not missing for the past five or six years. The only thing that keeps her from trying to kill them all was her mother’s warning. If anyone, Vahita or Vulmyss, decided to harm anyone in the family Andraria would hunt them down and personally ensure untold amounts of torture. While Vahita likes a challenge and gleefully delights in undermining others, she’s well aware her mother’s powers far surpass her own. So she ‘pretends’ to get along with her family.

All the while prodding her younger brother to get him to snap so he’ll be the one to die by her mother’s hands. Vulmyss knows better and frequently foils her plans to unravel his stoic, calm personality.

In truth, I just love how fucking batshit insane she is. She doesn’t even care if she’s screwing another alien so long as it has the parts to fuck. Vahita considered Kaleesh as fuckable. Trandosians. Bith…. I can go on. 

If nothing else if she fails to ruin and ends up like the other sith lords who were too tyrannical to live, at least she knows she fell as she was, and not a lie.

[evilrevan]

Vulmyss: “Well fuck me sideways…”

Vahita: “Ding. Ding. Seems we have a winner.”

Vulmyss: “Say another word, and I’ll stitch your mouth closed.”

[evilrevan]

Vahita Anyale - Sith assassin

Aka Vowrawn’s and Andraria’s eldest child. 

Ps. Vahita also shares her father’s habit of seducing people and bringing them to her bed.

[evilrevan]

Finally met Xalex for the first time in the Sith Inquisitor storyline and I gotta say, I like him a lot. Looking forward to nabbing him later on.

And so is Vahita.. for more than one reason or another.

[evilrevan]

Went a little nuts and ended up spending my time making my swtor babies on a dollmaker...

From left to right: Aditaya (Post Kotfet). Andraria (Post Kotfet), Nal’Terrar (casual), Vederia (Aditaya’s adopted daughter), Vulmyss (Andraria’s son), Vahita (Andraria’s daughter)

For Aditaya an Andraria their clothing styles/lightsaber colors reflect a change in perspective thanks to Kotfet.  Both sorta get a- shock so to speak. 

For Andraria her service to the emperor becomes... grey. Complicated. Confusing. And then finally- earth-shattering as she figures out what he intended to do from the start, fully realizing why the former wrath left and sided with the Jedi Knight to dispatch the ‘voice’ of the Emperor. She realizes she is more the arm of the Empire then she is the Emperor’s wrath and during the events on Ziost.... she acts differently. Seeing what he wants her to do, kill the jedi enslaved to his control, Andraria decides to knock them out. Even Vitate bases this on not ‘acting’ like a ‘true Darth’. But in truth... she is still sith. Still evil. But more... grey. More logical. The deaths, while most likely thrilling if she followed through, would feed him. And that was something she would prevent at all costs. In essence, she isn’t so much of a mindless puppet and more critical of things. She questions and calculates, and acts based on what is going on... no longer doing as the hand says or what other people say. If it serves the empire yes. If it serves the Emperor? No. With this in mind her clothing style is more based on personal taste. Relaxed. Comfortable. Gone is the metal machinery she used to wear. Purple lightsabers among the sith aren’t unusual. More of her personal preference and associating herself with a color other than red.

Aditaya is more of a.... smaller but vital character growth. Before slaying the Emperor’s ‘Voice’, Aditaya was highly curious and spirited. Very much a child (and rightly so as she was roughly 18-19 when she began her whole thing) with great power to do great things. Drilled in the ways of the Jedi she cast off the curiosity she exuded at a young age.  Aditaya did learn a bit of Sith lore and history from Scourge, during the rare times they agreed to not try converting in the other and simply ‘talk’. It was confusing and odd. But she understood Scourge’s views and her’s would always conflict. The two of them she realized were biased, stubborn and brainwashed into believing either side was more powerful than the other. With the events during the Eternal Empire Aditaya was left floundering without the council. And as such she improvised. Still keeping to the Jedi teachings she tried her best to do what she could given the situation. But thanks to a certain... group of people she was forced into another ‘you are destined for this’ situation. And.. to learn to harness both sides of the force. To see a balance like Revan did... only better. Vediria and Lord scourge manage to find her and Aditaya begrudgingly asks for Scourge’s help. And from there she begins to shift towards being a person not bound by either philosophy but her own. She doesn’t really use the dark side much, only when necessary... in fights and leans heavily towards the light- but she will admit it has brought her more stability than she thought possible.

[evilrevan]

When his children were little, did Vowrawn ever take them to his office and to other counselors offices to annoy them? If so how did Andraria react?

As much as Vowrawn would have utterly enjoyed doing so, no he didn’t. Vahita and Vulmyss weren’t really known to the general public as their children even at a young age. Not because neither Andraria or Vowrawn didn’t love them, but they wanted to mitigate favoritism in the Academy and keep any potential enemies from targeting their young kids before they really have a chance to fight back. 

Without those factors, he’d be hella into taking his kids to work day. And trying hard to hide his amusement as Vulmyss becomes an utterly snarky little baby boy. Vahita Vowrawn would have to watch a little bit as she’d likely want to stab random strangers…. with weapons he knows weren’t anywhere near them or in any rooms, he can remember.

As for her reaction to this hypothetical situation, she wouldn’t mind too much. So long as the kids aren’t dead and perfectly intact, it’s fine. 

[evilrevan]

Name: Vulmyss Reus Anyale (Full/birthname name).

Alias: Vulmyss Valis 

Age: early 20′s

Family: Darth Vowrawn (father), Darth Andraria Anyale (mother/Emperor’s Wrath), Vahita Anyale ( Elder sister), and Lord Cytharat (Fiancee)

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Apparently, I don’t know the meaning of writing short fact-based posts about characters.... 

On Imperial record, Vulmyss’ actual name is Vulmyss Valis. It’s a false last name with a fabricated family history to separate him from his parents as well as eliminate the favoritism some might offer him due to his lineage. 

On private record, Vulmyss takes his mother’s last name where his sister, Vahita, takes Vowrawn’s last name-  Zromûw.

Has three dwarf Nexu cats he raised from cubs.

Struggled secretly with his sexual identity since he entered the academy on Korriban. For some time he engaged with other women only to find he truly didn’t feel anything for them, sexually or physically. In truth, he felt ill after every encounter and wondered what was wrong with him.

Fearful of his aversion to having sex with women he maintained a serious persona. Rebuking any woman seeking to engage in ‘fits of passion’ with him. Some took note of it. But ultimately many attributed his lack of sex as being picky or seeing through their deception.

It wasn’t for another three years Vulmyss figured out what the issue was. He preferred men sexually.

Knowing there would be backlash if such a thing came to light, Vulmyss, sickeningly slept with other women on rare occasions in order to quell any rumors from spreading of his preferred sex. Sith loving the same sex, while not outlandish, would be a death sentence in the halls of the Academy. A gay pureblood? Even worse.

For most of his life, he kept it secret. Until eventually he snapped at his parents over their small comment about so and so daughter’ being available if he wished to seek company.

Disgust, anger, and shame rose from within, the emotions bursting at the seems until he exploded. His power sputtered for merely a second before it pulsed around him, short-circuiting the electronics in the room leaving it pitch black. Horrified Vulmyss fled while his parents were in shock over his uncharacteristic outburst. 

Vette managed to find a way to hack the transmitters on her holo and make contact with him to figure out what in the world was going on and why he had been missing for almost a month and a half. Vulmyss tried to dodge the questions to the best of his ability. 

 Eventually, the secret weighed too much on him and he broke down. Telling Vette what he couldn’t tell his parents because he knew she’d keep quiet. Lineages and maintaining a pure line was something she never had to deal with...

Vette’s exact words were “You’re a big, paranoid, fluffy, nerf. you know that?” Over the course of an hour, Vette managed to convince and coax Vulmyss to inform his mother and father about the reason he snapped, ensuring him they couldn’t give a womp rat’s back end if he liked men, women, or both.

And as Vette informed him both Vowrawn and Andraria indeed didn’t seem to mind at all. His mother admitted she had a taste for both sexes while Vowrawn cited he didn’t care about gender at all when it came to sex partners in the past. His mother promptly cut him off before he could continue.

When Vulmyss’ mother disappeared for five years, her Varactyl clung to him and eventually, he caved in and took care of it in her stead.

When he’s home his Nexu cats sleep on top of him in a pile of teeth and claws. He never minds it. Cytharat however, can’t deal with the combined weight of the enormous cats on him so he tries to push them off to the side, or onto Vulmyss who doesn’t care.

Is absolutely smitten with Lord Cytharat and would do almost anything to ensure his safety.

Is pretty relaxed and chill in comparison to his ruthless Elder sister. Whereas anything can set her off- very little gets under his skin. Some claim he seems almost devoid of emotions when the truth is he simply doesn’t wish to let his emotions rule him from making logical choices. Anger and rage are well and good. But they are a double-edged sword.

Vulmyss doesn’t see the point in flaunting his power so he carefully masks it so others view him as weaker and far less impressive. He doesn’t contradict them unless they outright attack him. In battle or when someone digs deep enough to infuriate him, does he unmask his power.

He has a very close bond with his parents. While his father is eccentric and always neck deep in Sith politics- he does check up on him when he’s able. With his mother, he’d constantly call her over holo to ensure she’s alive and well... and to discuss anything he’s struggling with. Their holocalls were always secure.

Despite Vowrawn’s close bond with Andraria, Vulmyss was the first to feel something horribly off the moment she left to wild space on Marr’s Flagship. The feeling escalated from there until a cold sense of dread enveloped him. By then, the news of Marr’s flagship being reduced to scrap and a new empire invading Imperial space... Vulmyss knew something awful had happened to his mother.

Days after the flagship fell he left his mother’s presence faintly. Almost as if it was far away. And just as quickly as he felt it, it pulled away. Almost like a taut rope severed. His father and sister felt it too. Only Vowrawn and himself hung onto the hope she was still alive. Vahita dismissed their claims. 

Since his mother ended up being good friends with Vette, almost sisters despite their racial differences, the Twi’lek became an aunt to Vulmyss and Vahita. Although Vahita wanted nothing to do with her and Vulmyss was more than willing to get into trouble with her when he was a child. When the Wrath disappeared Vulmyss was the first Vette contacted... sobbing and completely broken when Darth Marr’s flagship exploded.

Vette ended traveling with Vulmyss for a little while before disappearing for three years.

In the aftermath of his mother’s disappearance, Vulmyss requested his father’s approval to be sent out beyond imperial space... to do anything to get his mind off his mother. Vowrawn begrudgingly sent him to help their forces claim Makeb from the Republic.

Vulmyss, with Vette in tow at the time, made way to Makeb where he encountered Lord Cytharat.

after spending three years together Vulmyss wanted to propose to Cytharat, only to find out the two of them planned to do the same thing on the same day. Much to the amusement of a Vulmyss’ crew when they found out. None of them told him they heard some rumors Cytharat was planning to pop the question himself- only they didn’t know the date. Either way, Vulmyss’ crew had a damn good laugh when the other room went silent and they realized what just happened.

[evilrevan]

I’ve been meaning to do this for the longest time and after seeing @therron-shan ‘s Jedi knight with a new makeover I sat down and went to change two of the most pivotal characters in my SW universe.

These are both before and after the events of KOFTE with Andraria (top two) and Aditaya (bottom two images). Aditaya ended up being the commander of the Alliance while Andraria stepped in as second in command to put an end to Valkorian and his children. They get along even if they don’t agree on everything.

And unlike Swtor, Valkorian imparted part of himself in both of their minds. If one fell he had another equally powerful vessel to claim once the Eternal empire was sorted. 

I’ll go into detail about not only the physical changes but mental/ideology changes they experienced later on. 

Andraria is in her late 40′s in KOTFE

Aditaya is in her early 30′s in KOTFE

[evilrevan]

Vowrawn + parenting

Vowrawn is surprisingly patient with Vahita and Vulmyss as infants/children. It certainly catches Andraria off-guard as she didn’t expect him to be able to deal with whatever their children ended up throwing their way. He explains it simply: “In comparison to the Dark Council, caring for two infants is easier than listening to the inane squawking and posturing. These two are tolerable and delightful. the council members, a hit or a miss my dear.”

From afar he does encourage his daughter and son in whatever they choose to do. And occasionally spoil them rotten when Andraria isn’t around.

Vowrawn is also the first one to get up when either Vahita or Vulmyss start wailing in the middle of the night. Even if he hates not getting enough beauty sleep. He puts up with it and tries to soothe the kids before they get worse. Or Andraria wakes up. 

And when the two of them are adults Vowrawn agrees to allow them to forge their own path without his or Andraria’s name to propel them further in the Sith hierarchy. He is insanely proud of his kids. No matter how much he loves to tease and prod them. 

Vowrawn loves teasing Vulmyss to no end tho. In the nicest of ways of course, but it always exasperates his son... especially when Vowrawn makes calls to Lord Cytharat about how the two of them are doing.

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[evilrevan]

Vulmyss - Sith Juggernaut

Decided to delete Vulmyss from Ebon Hawk and put him on my main server (with all my other characters) on shadowlands.

I did decide to make him the second child to Andraria and Vowrawn, his sister Vahita, being the oldest. 

Unlike his sister who is a viotile mess of chaotic energy, Vulmyss is the patient methodical type. He can keep a cool level head whereas his sister is prone to violent outbursts at the slightest hint of provokation. In fact, it takes a great deal to anger Vulmyss. Some consider this a weakness of his, especially his views of honor and integrity along with his distain of the Empire’s intolerance towards aliens. 

While Vulmyss isn’t easy to anger it doesn’t mean he tolerates readily accepts insults to his face. He normally responds in kind with his observations of his enemy’s shortcomings, edging them towards frustration and fury so they act without thinnking first. Vulmyss then exploits their rash decisions with relative ease.

While Vahita is a mix of Vowrawn (her torture metohods being quite creative and effective) and Andraria (prone to act first), Vulmyss leans more towards his father in both cunning and resourcefulness.