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callmeaiden · 5 hours ago

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MY SWTOR OCs The Main Eight (so all of the classes):

JEDI KNIGHT: IKAR

FULL NAME: Ikar Qu’ali; RACE: Mirialan; BIRTH: 20/03/3666 BBY; Gus Talon (moon of Corellia); SEXUALITY: Pansexual and Polyamorous; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 190 cm/6’2.8”; WEIGHT: 88 kg/194 lbs; TRAITS: - diligent; - honest; - open-minded; - judgemental; - confrontational; - disrespectful;

BACKSTORY: Ikar was a son of two Jedi Knights, and from his mother's side, he was a part of a powerful force sensitive family (similar to Shan family, but less influential). Until he was fourteen, he did not know who his parents were. Shortly after he found out, his father died, and young Ikar started to be pulled towards the Dark Side. Fortunately, his mother's former master took him as his pupil, and Ikar stayed in the Light, but with a new perspective that did not fully match with the Jedi Order principles.

COMBAT STYLE: Guardian; WEAPON: Grantek F-11D Lightsaber, with farmhand blue colour crystal; length: hilt - 30 cm/11.8 in; blade - 95 cm/3’1.4” ROMANCE: Kira Carsen and Lord Scourge (as a polycule marriage), and Teraac Kallig (other oc) TRIVIA: - likes to climb mountains; - has a perfect poker face; - loves to drink Corellian Brandy;

JEDI CONSULAR: ZSIRA

FULL NAME: Zsira Nazo; RACE: Human; BIRTH: 05/07/3665 BBY; Undercity, Nar Shaddaa; SEXUALITY: Homosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender Female; She/Her; HEIGHT: 163 cm/5’4”; WEIGHT: 55 kg/121 lbs; TRAITS: - empathetic; - kind; - temperate; - workaholic; - inflexible; - perfectionist;

BACKSTORY: Zsira was a daughter of a smuggler and a former Jedi. When she was five, her mother was kidnapped and later killed by the Imperial Intelligence, because of her past affiliations with the Jedi Order. After it happened the Order became interested in her family, and since Zsira was force sensitive, they took her for training.

COMBAT STYLE: Sage; WEAPON: Descendant’s Heirloom Saber, with mint green colour crystal and Gravity Anomaly tuning; length: hilt - 30 cm/11.8 inch; blade - 90 cm/2’11” ROMANCE: Lana Beniko; TRIVIA: - loves poetry (except free verse); - has frequent headaches from all the shielding and the Lord Vivicar stuff; - reads badly written romances as a guilty pleasure; - has autism;

SMUGGLER: NAERIC

FULL NAME: Naeric Nazo; RACE: Human; BIRTH: 05/Fos/3669 BBY; Undercity, Nar Shaddaa; SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 172 cm/5’7.7”; WEIGHT: 82 kg/180 lbs; TRAITS: - great sense of humor; - empathetic; - canny; - cheeky; - irresponsible; - cynical;

BACKSTORY: Naeric, unlike his sister, did not inherit his mother's force abilities. He was left on Nar Shaddaa with his father, and quickly learnt the ways of a smuggler from him. When Nearic was fourteen, his paternal uncle was captured by a gang, because of his debts, and Naeric and his father were quick to the rescue. This unfortunately did not end well, and Naeric’s father ended up dead, meaning Naeric had to quickly grow up if he wanted to survive in the harsh galaxy.

COMBAT STYLE: Gunslinger; WEAPONs: Attuned Targeter’s Blaster Pistol with yellow colour and Damaged Weapon tuning; Provenance with yellow colour crystal and Volatile Weapon tuning; ROMANCE: Risha Drayen; TRIVIA: - his left arm was cut off, so now he has fully mechanical one; - is in possession of his mother lightsaber and uses it sometimes; - plays guitar and even had his own band once; - has ADHD;

TROOPER: IANOC

FULL NAME: Ianoc Harski; RACE: Human; BIRTH: Republic Day/05/3667 BBY; Galactic City, Coruscant; SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 188 cm/6’2”; WEIGHT: 95 kg/209 lbs; TRAITS: - hardworking; - ambitious; - loyal; - prejudicial; - aggressive; - selfish;

BACKSTORY: Ianoc was born into a military family. Both his parents and paternal grandparents were soldiers, he however was the first to be in special forces. His parents died in the same battle, when he was ten years old, and since then, he and his brother (also soldier), were under their grandfather's strict care.

COMBAT STYLE: Vanguard; WEAPON: Czerka CZX-4 Blaster Rifle, with orange colour crystal and Galactic Command tuning; ROMANCE: Elara Dorne; TRIVIA: - loves watching soccer and float-wrestling; - allergic to almonds; - very knowledgeable about plants (is a plant dad);

SITH WARRIOR: ASHA

FULL NAME: Asha’tyûk Derriphan; RACE: Sith Pureblood; BIRTH: 35/05/3665 BBY; Kaas City, Dromund Kaas; SEXUALITY: Bisexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender Female;She/Her; HEIGHT: 180 cm/5’10.8”; WEIGHT: 88 kg/194 lbs; TRAITS: - clever; - persistent; - ambitious; - cynical; - cruel; - uncooperative;

BACKSTORY: Asha was born into a family that holds high status in the Empire. A sole heir to both the fortune and the power, one might think that Asha had a wonderful upbringing and fantastic perspectives. However, as it often is with the Sith, Asha’s childhood was far from ideal, and full of hate and violence. Training her almost to death, Asha’s father wanted to make sure that his only child would bring their family even more power and glory, and Asha, even though she did not like it, was ready to make her father proud.

COMBAT STYLE: Juggernaut; WEAPON: Orditech F7 Lightsaber, with pink/red colour crystal; length: hilt - 40 cm/1’3.7”; blade - 110 cm/3’7.3” ROMANCE: Vette; TRIVIA: - laughs while watching horrors; - gym rat; - is surprisingly a good dancer;

SITH INQUISITOR: TERAAC

FULL NAME: Teraac Kallig; RACE: Human; BIRTH: 02/Fol/3670 BBY; Korriban; SEXUALITY: Pansexual and Polyamorous; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Agender; He/They/It; HEIGHT: 164 cm/5’4.5”; WEIGHT: 59 kg/130 lbs; TRAITS: - intelligent; - calm; - open-minded; - sarcastic; - cynical; - disrespectful;

BACKSTORY: Teraac was born as a slave, and inherited the force abilities from his mother's side. When Teraac was six years old, their father was taken off-world, and he was left alone with his mother. For most of its life as a slave he was very rebellious, but at the same time he knew how to get some favors from guards, and used them to protect their mom. When he was twenty seven, a group of slaves, including him and his mother, decided to rebel and break free, unfortunately they failed at this task, and most of them died. Teraac, wanting to save his mother, uncontrollably used the force, and after guards and Siths saw that, it was taken for training.

COMBAT STYLE: Sorcerer; WEAPON: Onderonian Force-Lord’s Lightsaber, with magenta-white colour crystal; non in-game he has the same type of lightsaber as Cal Kestis; length: hilt - 28 cm/11 inch for one half, 56 cm/1’10” for the whole hilt; blade - 95 cm/3’1.4” for both blades; ROMANCE: Ashara Zavros, and Ikar Qu’ali (the Jedi Knight oc); TRIVIA: - left handed; - cannot swim; - aside from the scars on the face, he has a lot of other scars and symbols on his whole body, some even were burned on his skin;

BOUNTY HUNTER: XIAAN

FULL NAME: Xiaan Blankuna; RACE: Rattataki; BIRTH: 23/08/3665 BBY (assumed); New Cov; SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender Female; She/Her; HEIGHT: 173 cm/5’8”; WEIGHT: 80 kg/176 lbs; TRAITS: - honorable; - ambitious; - brave; - reticent; - confrontational; - vengeful;

BACKSTORY: Xiaan was born on New Cov, a Mid Rim world affected by the Great Galactic War. Because of this, she lost her biological parents while being only a few months old. While on a verge of death, she was found by a Twi’lek bounty hunter Tal Blankuna, who saved her and later adopted her as his own daughter. Growing up in a culture vastly different from the one of her species was difficult for Xiaan, especially since she constantly competed with her adoptive brothers, while they were learning the craft of a bounty hunter. Even though she was the only woman, and not a Twi’lek at that, she was the apple of her father’s eye, and after he died, she vowed to make him proud, and become the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy.

COMBAT STYLE: Powertech; WEAPON: Inscrutable Blaster Pistol, with red colour crysta; ROMANCE: Torian Cadera; TRIVIA: - excellent and passionate about vibrosword fighting; - straight edge; - sometimes calls Mako “Lia’ry”, wich means “little sister” in Twi’leki;

IMPERIAL AGENT: LINAR

FULL NAME: Linar Arno Frill; RACE: Half-Human, Half-Echani; BIRTH: 01/10/3668 BBY; New Adasta Ziost; SEXUALITY: Demisexual, Homoromantic; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Transgender Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 197 cm/6’5.5”; WEIGHT: 84 kg/185 lbs; TRAITS: - calm; - intelligent; - resourceful; - tranquil; - vengeful; - distrustful;

BACKSTORY: From generations Linar’s family were loyal servants of the Empire, therefore it was surprising when Linar’s father married an Echani woman. Because of his alien blood, Linar and his siblings did not have the easiest childhood. When Linar was fifteen, his sister died from an illness, and soon after, his brother ran away from home. At age twenty one, when Linar was already in the military academy, his family house burned down, and his parents and grandfather died, with Linar himself being badly injured. Claiming that he had heard an explosion and that the fire was not a coincidence, Linar decided to become an agent, in hopes of being able to find the one responsible for killing his family.

COMBAT STYLE: Sniper; WEAPON: Ordtech F7 Sniper Pistol, with green colour crystal; ROMANCE: Vector Hyllus; TRIVIA: - can play a little bit of piano; - often spends his evenings slow dancing with Vector; - passionate about art (mainly paintings and sculptures), thought he himself never does anything;

So that's all! Ask questions, if you have any!

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serenxanthe · 24 days ago

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The Trooper: A SWTOR Story

Introducing my Trooper. Here she is in a cameo as part of Seren's Nar Shaddaa Jedi Knight story-arc.

On Nar Shaddaa, Havoc Squad CO Ninme Heusos and her SIS contact Jonas Balkar are having some fun when they get caught up in the Powerguard Crisis and cross paths with a certain Jedi Knight.

Ninme pulled on her boots and checked her spare energy packs were still hooked securely to her tactical belt. Jonas leant down to kiss her cheek, and she let him, smiling. They both knew that this was casual; that the sexual attraction between them would never develop into anything deeper, but she appreciated his politely affectionate gallantry anyway. Gestures like that meant neither of them felt used, even if they were both using the other to let off steam, to relax, even if only for a few hours.

She ran her fingers through her practical bob, ensuring it was tidy, then picked up her assault cannon, ready to secure it into its holster on her back. Without warning, there was a terrible grinding, screeching noise at the front door of the allegedly secure SIS apartment, and almost before Ninme had time to ready her weapon, the door was gone, wrenched out of the wall by the huge barely human looking cyborgs standing there, their assault rifles pointed straight at her and Jonas.

This was what Ninme was trained for, and she didn’t even need a moment to think before she’d thrown a grenade at the intruders then begun laying down what should have been a crippling round of boltstorm. Her eyes widened as the cyborgs kept coming, barely seeming damaged by her most powerful attack. Jonas was getting shots off too, of course, but she wouldn’t even expect his simple blaster rounds to do all that much against these behemoths.

As Ninme tried a demolition round, another man, she assumed a fellow SIS Agent of Jonas’, emerged from the apartment’s other bedroom, and started to fire at the cyborgs with his twin blasters. Ninme tried not to notice that he was stark naked, and he certainly wasn’t letting it affect him; his shots on what should have been the cyborgs’ vitals unusually accurate, possibly due to the man’s own cranial implants.

As Ninme frantically replenished her weapon with energy, another woman now emerged from the naked Agent’s room. She had long loose hair, perfectly painted nails and face, and voluptuous curves in contrast to her slim waist and dainty hands and feet. She was barely dressed herself in a skimpy and very sheer negligee. Absolutely not suited in any way shape or form for an active combat zone. Was she some rich Senator’s daughter slumming it with a junior SIS Agent, or, given the Agent in question’s apparent lack of concern for the danger she was in, was she some kind of high-class escort?

“Ma’am, get back inside the bedroom and take cover!” Ninme yelled.

To her relief, the woman turned away, as if she was heading back into the relative safety of the bedroom. Instead of doing so however, she held out her hands, and to Ninme’s utter shock, twin lightsabres slammed into them from across the room. The woman leapt backwards without missing a beat, igniting her green-bladed lightsabres as she soared over their heads, and executed a perfect mid-air turn, allowing her to land exactly in the centre of the group of cyborgs, knocking them backwards.

What followed was almost too fast for Ninme to follow, but she saw the woman sweep her lightsabres through the tangle of limbs and weapons making up the cyborgs’ formation, then make a series of pinpoint accurate cuts on their necks and groins, deftly avoiding the resulting sprays of arterial blood and sparking components, until all four cyborgs lay dead, or deactivated rather, on the floor of the apartment.

The woman, the Jedi, if that’s what she was, sheathed her lightsabres and tried to clip them to the belt she wasn’t wearing. She looked down and clearly realised how she was dressed, but instead of being embarrassed by her state of near nudity, she just shrugged, transferred both sabres into her left hand, and advanced on Ninme, her right hand stretched out in greeting.

“Seren Astierred,” she said, “thanks for the help.”

Ninme shook her hand, automatically replying, “Captain Ninme Heusos,” while thinking Seren Astierred? The Hero of Tython? What the hells is she doing here? Dressed like that? Doing… whatever she’d been doing with that other Agent?

“Oh! The Havoc Squad CO? Very pleased to meet you. Like I said, thanks for the help, I was, um, busy, when the attack started, and your covering fire was invaluable.”

Ninme frowned at her. “Covering fire? That was supposed to be a devastating attack, and it usually is. What the hells are those things, anyway?”

The Jedi, Seren, smiled at her. “Don’t feel bad, they’re a new form of cyborg, powerguards, originally a Republic project believe it or not, but we were betrayed from within, and yeah,” Seren gestured to the pile of smoking bodies on the ground behind them, “this is the result.” She shrugged. “I’ve been fighting them for a few weeks now and I’ve learnt, learned, their weak spots.”

Ninme nodded. “Their necks and groins, right? Good to know.”

Seren smiled at her again. “Exactly, you’ll know next time. I’m trying to shut them down at the source, don’t worry, but it’s good to be prepared. Feel free to brief the rest of your squad given you’re special ops anyway, but General Var Suthra is pretty insistent that this whole thing stays highly classified.” She sighed. “Hopefully not to minimise his involvement in it, but… yeah.”

Ninme finally gave her a half-smile in return. “Generals, huh?” she said.

Seren laughed. “Exactly!” She turned back to the Agent from whose room she’d emerged. “Come on, Theron, we’d better get dressed.”

He put his arm around her waist as she reached the door to his room and smirked at her suggestively. “I’m pretty sure we were in the middle of something, weren’t we?” he said.

Ninme saw Jonas roll his eyes. “Dude, we have to be at work in fifteen minutes!” he reminded the other Agent.

Theron shrugged. “No problem, I only need five,” he said.

At Seren’s giggle and Jonas’ disparaging snort, Theron’s face flushed and he opened his mouth to say something else, but then he just shrugged again and pulled Seren back into his room, shutting the door firmly behind them.

Ninme turned and stared at Jonas in silence.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Thoughts?” he prompted Ninme.

Ninme considered for a moment before she said with circumspect understatement, “Seren is a very… unusual Jedi, isn’t she?”

Jonas snorted again. “Yeah, you could say that. That’s if she’s any kind of Jedi at all.”

Ninme frowned. “You saw what she can do with those lightsabres, what else would she be?” She paused and considered. “You can’t mean… don’t be ridiculous! She saved Tython from the Sith!”

“Playing the long game maybe?” Jonas suggested, then sighed. “Yeah, doesn’t make much sense, I know.”

“Have you spoken to Theron about it?” Ninme asked him, “I mean, are you close, or just roommates?”

“Theron doesn’t do close, but we’re friends I guess. And yeah, I’ve tried, and he even seems receptive when they’re apart. He’s not stupid, when he’s thinking with his actual brain he knows there’s something off about her. But when they’re together…” Jonas gestured at the bedroom door. “And it’s not just sex. He’s… dazzled by her. Can’t see straight. Not that I blame him. I mean, did you see her?”

“Are you dazzled by her too, then?” Ninme asked him, slightly piqued.

Jonas laughed and said, “hey, I might think that a vorn-tiger is beautiful, but I have no desire to pet one!” He stepped forward and went to put his arm around Ninme’s shoulders.

She stepped out of his reach. “Uh huh. And what am I, if she’s a vorn-tiger?”

Jonas looked nervous. “I don’t know!” He ran his hand through his hair. “A… loth-cat maybe?”

Wow. A loth-cat. Delightful. Ninme rolled her eyes and strapped her assault-cannon onto her back. “I’ll leave you to clean up this mess.” She gestured at the dead cyborgs. “See you around, Jonas.”

Later, on board The Thunderclap, Ninme and Jorgan were cleaning and checking their weapons in companionable silence. Ninme looked sideways at him. “Aric,” she started, “if you were going to compare me to a cat, what kind would you pick?”

“A cat? Are you serious, Sir? Just because I’m a Cathar? Do humans really think that we categorise people in terms of cats?!”

“It’s nothing to do with that! I hadn't even thought of it that way! It’s just a thing! Somebody else compared me to a certain type of cat, and I’m just curious to see if you agree?”

Jorgan huffed, but then said, “fine. Go on then. What type of cat? I’ll tell you if I agree.”

Ninme shook her head. “I want you to think about it yourself and give me your answer.”

“Is that an order?” Jorgan asked sarcastically, but looked at her consideringly anyway. After a while his face flushed, visible even through his short fur, and he looked away from her and resumed cleaning his sniper-rifle.

“Vorn-tiger,” he mumbled into his laser-sight.

“I’m sorry?” Ninme asked.

“Vorn. Tiger.” Jorgan said loudly, sounding irritated. Or embarrassed. It was hard to tell with him.

Ninme suppressed her amusement. “And, um, would you pet one?”

“WHAT?” Jorgan asked her, shocked.

“I didn’t mean me,” Ninme reassured him hastily, horrified at herself. “I meant, y’know, an actual vorn-tiger! Obviously!”

“Oh!” Jorgan said, “well, good. Obviously good.”

He was blushing even more furiously now. “Er, sure, if it was tame, or I guess bonded to me somehow.”

Ninme smiled. “Good to know,” she said.

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #theron shan #jonas balkar #swtor jedi knight #swtor trooper #swtor fanfiction #oc fanfiction

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jukkariart · 8 months ago

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SWTOR thoughts: Belsavis Prison

I've just arrived on Belsavis with one of my Bounty Hunters. It's been years since I've actually done any planetary quest lines, so I'm making sure I'm picking them up this time. This makes me think, tho: how does the judicial system work in the times of the old republic?

On both sides, we get to see quite the nasty sides of the incarceration in the republic. As a republic player, we encounter a group of inmates who were born on Belsavis and remain locked in there. No actual crimes committed, and yet they are forbidden from leaving, locked up in cells. Sentences inherited from their ancestors, as Nyranos says.

As an imperial player, we see not only people simply held in cells, some are locked in stasis, some frozen in carbonite. From other places, we learn that both stasis and carbonite can keep people alive for centuries. Does this mean that these people will one day be thawed and released? Thawed and allowed to actually die of old age at the end of their sentence, but still locked up on Belsavis? Is this part of the punishment system? From what I understand, in the US for example, you can get multiple life sentences, or your sentences may stack up to like 300 years. Does this happen in the Star Wars world too? Is the lifetime of species taken into consideration? Fifty years of prison time is half human lifetime but like 10% for a Wookiee. Is putting people in carbonite common? For how long? Is this a substitute for solitary confinement? We know this is a dangerous procedure. What if they die?

Also, in one of the imp planetary missions, you get to thaw one of the two groups of criminals. One is murderers and people with 'diagnosed criminal pathologies' (which I feel demands looking into already, but for the sake of this conversation, these are actually people who can't be helped and are volatile and dangerous), but the second group is described as 'agitators of large-scale protests and riots', who are expected to organize other prisoners, but are also expected to be much less violent. Does the republic have a big problem with dissenting voices and protesters? Why keep them in carbonite if they are not an active danger to others? Are the wardens afraid that these are such good organizers that they could protest their and other convicts' way out of this prison planet?

Not sure where I'm really going with this, but I just couldn't help myself and wonder how the more lawful parts of the galaxy, where not crime lords and blasters but bureaucrats and verdicts dictate the fate of the unruly.

#star wars #swtor #swtor lore?#star wars the old republic #galactic republic #belsavis #swtor spoilers #jukkari brainfarts

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sullustangin · 1 year ago

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SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

This is for @levedor-legacy for the SWTOR Secret Santa 2023 – thank you @frauleiiin for running this!

Here’s a Life Day story starring “a deadly can of Arizona Iced Tea,” the Himbolorian himself, Orriel Devero.

Orriel stared at the Galactic Trade Network.

…Math was hard.

Life Day was one of Orriel’s favorite holidays of the year. He knew it was expensive, so he made it point to pick up a few extra bounties. He even did some of the silly ones that really didn’t require a bounty hounter, but hey, if they were willing pay to see him get mauled by an agitated loth cat stuck in a tree, Orriel would do it.

He went to scratch his head, but then he remembered that he still had his helmet on – always did on Vaiken. The problem was the Life Day sales. Were they really sales? Or had the prices been jacked up a few weeks before and now there was a ‘sale’? Orriel wasn’t a genius, but he was streetwise enough to know a few tricks people used to boost sales.

Sale or not, credits came in on the regular – Orriel was a damn good bounty hunter. Hell, he was the Grand Champion of the Great Hunt. That said, Gault was the one who tracked the credits and investments, and Mako made sure all those credits continued to exist for Orriel – not Gault.

Somehow, though, whenever Life Day rolled around, Orriel felt uneasy about whether he’d have enough. Anxiety wasn’t his thing but… he wanted to get it right for everyone.

…well, almost everyone. Orriel still wasn’t sure what to do about the newest crewmember. It probably hadn’t been the best idea to pick up a new crewmember from Belsavis, the Pub’s secret prison planet. At the time, Orriel had needed a hand, and he never really knew how to end a contract with someone…

Ok, so he did, but that was going to be a mess for 2V to clean up, and even droids deserved Life Day. And Skadge seemed like one of those guys that would always turn up again, even if he was dumped on an abandoned asteroid. Fortunately, he kept mostly to himself underdecks. He had little interest in the other members of the crew.

It wasn’t just the new crewmember that had Orriel worried about the finances for Life Day gifts. There was Mako.

…she was his best gal. His only gal, if he was really honest. He wanted to get something special, but… whenever he looked at the ads for rings and stuff like that, none of the women were like Mako. They didn’t have dirt and oil under their nails, and they definitely didn’t seem to know their way around a blaster or a kolto probe. In the type of work they did, a ring that could get dented, broken, or have the stone fall out was no good. Or it could get stuck on her finger and have to be chopped off – Mandos liked women with scars and battle wounds, but Orriel was pretty sure Mako wanted to keep all of her fingers, regardless of how hot he thought it was.

A group gift from the entire crew was considered, to play it safe… but Orriel wanted it to be from him – just him. Advice for personal gifts to girls was also not probably going to be found on-ship; the only person he knew that had a girlfriend in the past was Gault, and that apparently didn’t end well for her.

“Orriel! Su'cuy, vod!” Orriel turned at Torian’s greeting.

“You got everything you needed?” Orriel asked.

“Had a plan. Carried it out. Easy enough,” Torian replied.

“Ori’jate.” Orriel eyed the GTN kiosk. “…did you get a gift for everyone?”

“Yeah. Having trouble?”

Orriel nodded. “No idea what to get for someone who makes the ship run. How do you express how much you appreciate them?”

Torian sagely nodded. Then he told him, “Explosives.”

Orriel stared at Torian. “Seriously?”

“Don’t overcomplicate things,” Torian advised him. “I know we buy Blizz ordinance weekly, but sometimes ‘more’ of a person’s favorite things is exactly what they want.”

Oh. Orriel touched his hand to his helmet. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then he stopped, and slowly, surely, he had a thought. “Torian, did we keep the scraps around from when we recast my helmet?”

“Think so. Have to check the cargo bay.”

“Great. Grab a crate of iced tea from the station cantina, and I’ll meet you back at the ship.”

Somehow, accidentally, Skadge was left at Vaiken. Somehow, for unknown reasons, none of his messages were getting through the main comm boards.

Blizz told Orriel that he’d fix it … after Life Day. “Blizz need to fix engine room. New guy messy. No system!” Orriel had been completely unaware of any system of organization created by Blizz, but he took the little guy’s word for it.

Torian had been right; Blizz just wanted more explosives, and he was happy as a droid in an oil bath. “Thanks, Boss!”

Gault, as usual, had printed “GIFT CARDS OR CREDITS” across the top of his LIFE DAY GIFT LIST. He had plastered numerous copies of the list to the interior of the windshield of the Mantis, so Orriel would get the hint this year. He did.

Torian’s gift was one that that Orriel took some pride in. He’d managed to source some spare parts for Torian’s antique techstaff; it’d been passed down on his mother’s side for centuries. Techstaffs themselves hadn’t evolved very much, but that particular model had been discontinued way, way before Torian was born. Orriel knew a guy who knew a guy, and the well-packaged crate had arrived well ahead of Life Day.

Torian hadn’t said much – never did. But Orriel didn’t miss how those blue eyes sparkled at the sight of the parts and then how quickly he’d disappeared off to the ship’s worktable.

Orriel smiled at the small pile of gifts on the dashboard. He wasn’t that hard to shop for: give him gas canisters and cartridges, a vibroknife, and explosives, and he was happy.

That said, Mako had done the best: she got him a new weapons rack that latched into both of his closet doors. When the door was opened, it expanded out to its full size, but when the door closed, it got all nice and compact. Mako was the absolute best.

And when the chrono clicked over and Gault came up to the cockpit, it was time for Mako to get her gift.

Gault clapped his shoulder. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Orriel gave Gault a quizzical look, then he headed below to the crew quarters. Mako, being the only girl on the ship, got her own little partition, and that’s where he found her, scrolling through the Holonet on her datapad. She immediately looked up when Orriel leaned in her doorway and gave him a smile. “Hey.”

“Thanks for weapons rack. How’d you get it in there?”

Mako got up from her bunk and walked past him into the hallway. “Blizz says we need to do duct maintenance. Really dusty in there, and the last thing you want is any mouse – droid or otherwise – nesting in there.” Mako tossed a teasing grin over her shoulder as she made her way toward the big viewport.

“Blizz is awesome,” Orriel said, as he followed her. “He seemed really, really happy with all the ordnance.”

“I don’t want to hear it when one of you blows your hand off.” Mako rolled her eyes, but he knew she was teasing him.

And that was his opening. “Yeah, and see, that’s why I didn’t get you a ring. Hand blown off, no more ring!”

Mako looked at him as if he was nuts.

“You’d still be cute, but I didn’t want you risk losing anything because of our line of work – statistically more likely to get injure—” Orriel trailed off at she continued to stare at him like he'd grown a tail.

Ok, probably not the best idea to talk about casualty statistics with her on Life Day right before giving her a present. “But I still want to give you something you can wear, all the time.” He tapped his armor’s chest pocket, and the hydraulics hissed open. “So I’m always with you.”

Her face immediately went soft at those words.

Carefully, Orriel fished the chain out of his pocket. He held it up to dangle between him and Mako. The ring threaded upon it spun and reflected the light of some nearby sun shining through the viewport.

Mako stepped forward, her eyes large, to gently cup the bottom of the chain in her hand, letting Orriel hang onto it for now. “It….it’s green. And the ring– pink –” She stared at it a moment longer. “It’s from your armor?” she whispered.

Orriel nodded, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand, ruffling up his red hair. “When Torian and I recast my helmet, we saved the scraps and the shavings for patches, but then…you.” He rested his hand on the back of his neck for a few moments before gesturing toward her. I—Listen, I don’t know how you feel about the big, big long term – but you should know –”

“Shut up” was the only warning Orriel had before Mako pounced on him, sending the armored figure clattering to the floor, still valiantly holding up the necklace –

Which was soon snatched away and quickly worn.

It was a most excellent Life Day.

#swtor #swtor secret santa 2023 #oc: orriel devero #levedor legacy #bounty hunter oc #torian cadera #mako #blizz

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JED MASTERPOST

Fast on his feet with an even sharper mind, Jed worked as a cipher agent for the Galactic Empire. Under the alias Cipher Nine - he was a prodigal secret weapon for the Empire's goals. As time passed, so did the stakes. When Imperial Intelligence disbanded, Jed found himself pursuing more independent ventures, outsourcing his work to broader horizons. He garnered quite a lofty reputation.

Through his extraordinary acts, Jed rose through the ranks, becoming a leading figure in the war that later broke out between the two superpowers. He would eventually become known as the Outlander and later, The Alliance Commander and serves as my main OC, not just for SWTOR - but my artist career as a whole.

MOST OF THIS IS PULLED DIRECTLY FROM HIS TOYHOUSE, WHICH CAN BE FOUND BELOW AND IS MORE COMPREHESIVE

BIO BELOW THE CUT!

Overview:

Full Name: Jedidiah Solaris

Alias: Cipher Nine, Commander Solaris, The Outlander, "The Ginger" (belovingly by friends)

Age: 35 around Onslaught

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay, Biromantic

Mental Conditions: OCD, PTSD

Birthday: March 20th, 11 BTC

Birthplace: Sacorria, Corellian Sector

Species/Race: Human - Augmented with cybernetics

Occupation: Alliance Commander

Status: Engaged (Theron Shan)

Design:

Height: 6'0

Weight: 168 lbs

Body Type: Athletic, inverted triangle

Eye Color: Medium Brown (right eye is a prosthetic and is red)

Cybernetics: Mostly internal but there are two peaking out from the side of his head, just above the top of his ears.

Features: High cheekbones, scar through right eyebrow, clean shaven, well groomed, handsome. Personal hygiene is a high priority.

Markings: Various scars, faint freckles in summer seasons, bruised knuckles

Relationships:

Family: Deceased. KIA on Sacorria during the skirmish.

Love Interests: Hunter ✞ (Enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits type situationship), Theron Shan (Fiancé)

Friends/Allies: Closest friend is Lana Beniko. Additionally close with various others including Vector Hyllus, Koth Vortena, Arcann Tiral and the Them Group (OC group consisting of four of my irl friends ocs and my own sith warrior as follows: Verity Dante, Exxus Gun, LIX, and Obi-Two)

Personality:

He is both practical and visionary as well as a staunch realist. He is imaginative and eloquent, able to problem solve and get himself and his team out of tight situations.

As a leader, he is disciplined and thorough, leaving no stone unturned. Jed is strongly independent and is opposed to authority that he doesn't respect.

Background (pre-imp agent campaign and expacs):

As a young child, Jedidiah came from a tiny community of modest agriculturalists. For the first seven years of his life, he lived fair off. However, war struck and their little slice of the galaxy was caught in the crossfire. Jed was struck by blaster fire, directly in his right side of his skull. The wound was lethal and desperately his mother took a final stand to carry him to the Imperial outpost stationed on the planet. Because of his late uncle's contributions to the Empire, Jed was able to be taken into Imperial custody on one condition: he was never to return home again.

For the next 12 or so years, Jed was stationed on Ziost and Dromound Kaas interchangeably as he completed his initiation and mandatory military training. His superiors noticed he had a natural affinity for sneaking around in the shadows, as well as persuasion and ruthlessness. As such, at the age of just 14, he was transferred to the Imperial Intelligence division where he would begin training as an agent of the Empire.

Other Information:

Likes:

Killing Time

Sharpshooting

Revenge

Physical Touch

Dislikes:

Sucking Up

Unwarranted violence

The Sith

Helplessness

Hobbies:

Dejarik

Target Practice

Reading

Binge watching holo-dramas

Gambling

Social Drinking

Habits: Finger flexing, Pacing

Trivia:

He is ambidextrous, and uses a variety of different weapons depending on the given scenario.

Jed is excellent with kids and animals, he gets very soft and sweet and knows just what to say to them, especially in times of distress.

His favorite color used to be navy, and he'd wear it a lot in his downtime. However, these days its the red color of Theron's jacket as seeing it always reminds Jed of him.

#star wars the old republic #swtor #imperial agent #jed solaris #oc: jed solaris #swtor art #swtor imperial agent #character template ib my mootie vexa-legacy

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