#braith oc

[wyked-ao3]

*rises up out of the depths like some kind of nautical cryptid*

I saw the words "ex-assassin" on a Royston blorbopost and had to come investigate. Got an infodump on this Braith gal? >:]

@fortunatetragedy thank you for the ask

TPKODR tag list @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart

*edited to add I'm getting used to tag list ...so I may forget occasionally 0_o*

She's going to be one of the two main characters for book three of the set...her intro will be in book two so spoilers ahead 😈 I'll try to keep them light

Braith blank

Gender: female

Age: 23

Hight:Five foot seven inches

Appearance: White hair,Pale as snow skin ,Scars on her left hip and her back, Tattoos to symbolize her hits and achievements as a assassin , Brand from going undercover as a slave to kill a target at twelve..took two months to get close enough to kill the target.. (target can not be disclosed at this time.)

She was raised by assassin's and has no clue her family tree, it is assumed her parents were slaves as her last name is blank and that's the name given to freed slaves.

She was the right hand of the assassin king until a mission went South and she was left behind by the other assassins they assumed she died....she did not die she was rescued by a pirate queen Eris and served as her right hand until she met a certain shaman by the name of Morana

She was and is a highly efficient fighter in hand to hand but she prefers to use a knife.

She sees being left by the assassin guild as as a betrayal because she saw them as family ......

she will end up with Morana (that's going to be a fun dynamic)

she is also a little psychotic so she is going to be fun to write

Feel free to ask questions as I'm not sure what to include in the info dump....

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@kaeru483 @differentnighttale @theink-stainedfolk

@unstableunicornsofasgard @mysticstarlightduck

[wyked-original-writing]

Morana blank intro

Found on Pinterest

Current occupation: The Emissary and right hand of the pirate queen Eris of the xylem sea

Past occupation: assassin kings right hand.

Gender: female

Age: 23

Hight:Five foot seven inches

Appearance:

White hair

Pale as snow skin

Scars on her back and left hip

Tattoos to symbolize her hits and achievements

Brand from going undercover as a slave to kill a target at twelve..took two months to get close enough

Tattoos descriptions: the tattoos are similar to vines unless the target was a high risk target then the assassin can get a rose, skull or crown depending on a few things Briath got a crown tattoo attached to some vines at age twelve... It's the same for all of the assassin guild although she has gotten a few tattoos herself for memorable hits.

Hight: Five foot seven inches.

She was raised by assassin's and has no clue her family tree, it is assumed her parents were slaves as her last name is blank and that's the name given to freed slaves.

She was the right hand of the assassin king until a mission went South and she was left behind by the other assassins they assumed she died....she did not die she was rescued by a pirate queen Eris and served as her right hand until she met a certain shaman by the name of Morana

She was and is a highly efficient fighter in hand to hand but she prefers to use a knife. She sees being left by the assassin guild as as a betrayal because she saw them as family ...... she is also a little psychotic

Briath could probably be the embodiment of trauma warnings she is a ex-assassin who didn't really give up the killing part yet and definitely has some issues to work through although knowing her she probably won't.

[wyked-ao3]

Im going to have Jade and Braith answer this one since they both are supplying answers @alinacapellabooks

1.) Where do you think you’ll be going when you’re dead?

Jade: back to this blasted realm.

Braith: wherever death sends me...although I have it on good word I'm looking at a job as a reaper.

2.) How do you want people to remember you after you’re gone?

jade: 0_o: that would require me to stay Dead.

Braith: 😈 as the silent assassin most people knew me as.

3.) What is something embarrassing you did that you still haven’t lived down?

Jade: I'm not telling you that.

Braith: scaled a building to find the target gone....it was a mix up on letters but it was embarrassing

+ Open tag

✨OC Questionnaire Tag🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for tagging me here, @paeliae-occasionally ! ✨

My questions:

1. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

2. What relevant skills do you have for the task/profession you are in?

3. Describe a time where you failed.

Your questions:

1. What is your happiest memory?

2. What do you wish to achieve?

3. How far will you go to reach your goals?

Peter, come on out here mate 🏴‍☠️✨

1. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

On the ship, of course. Perhaps sailing and exploring a bit in the Caribbean Isles….Barbados has the best rum, y’know. Aye, the sun on my back, my arm around Benji’s shoulder, a bottle of rum in the other hand, watching the sun bow beneath the waves. Dancing in the moonlight with the mates, and sharing another dance in private with Benjamin even later. ‘Tis the life.

2. What relevant skills do you have for the task/profession you are in?

Are you looking to hire me? I regret to disappoint, but I’m not available on the market. You could say I’m my own boss, aye? As for skills…rigging, steering, maintenance….‘bout anything a ship needs, really.

3. Describe a time where you failed.

Ah. Well….one time off a port in Bermuda, I tried my luck in pickpocketing the barkeep.

Benjamin: and HOW did that go, Peter? 😒

Well, haha….we had to make quite a hasty retreat back to the ship….😅

Benjamin: Mmmmmhm. 😑

I will gently tag (no pressure): @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @wyked-ao3 , @clevah-girlboss , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @autism-purgatory , @finickyfelix , @theverumproject , @theaistired , @tabswrites , @agirlandherquill , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @michellekarnold , @moltenwrites , @theink-stainedfolk , @drchenquill , @honeybewrites , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , @thecomfywriter , @greenfinchwriter , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @lychhiker-writes , @rotting-moon-writes , @smellyrottentrees , @lavender-gloom , @sableglass , @davycoquette , @saturnine-saturneight , @jev-urisk , @words-after-midnight , @fortunatetragedy , @cowboybrunch , @dragon-in-a-trenchcoat , +open tag! ✨

[leona-florianova]

Braith for @yrlocalghost

Thank you so much for commissioning me o/ <3

[momolith]

finally a rough proper design for braith

[yrlocalghost]

i cleaned my room a little =)

[neopoliitan]

TEAM RAIN: ARC 4 CH7 - THOUGH THE HEAVENS FALL (PART 1)

A WRITE UP FOR THE REST OF TEAM RAIN: CHAPTER 7

This is the big reveal and it's a lot of LORE so I decided to split it into 2 parts. You finally find out what the Braiths are :)

We open on Marron Armona’s shocked face. She exclaims “You’re their father?!” as Teams RAIN and PALM face the stranger. 

Wil Lincoln pushes through the crowd and tries to land a punch, but is stopped by Irving who catches his fist with a metal hand. He reminds Wil that the stranger pulled them from the car wreck, and recommends restraint. Wil softens.

The stranger holds up his hands and admits that while he is the father of the Braiths, he has no hand in their current dealings. He surmises that the teams have bad blood with his children, and asks them to sit around the fire.

Robin tells the man that Kamala killed her father. Marina adds that they hold their mother and brother hostage. Akane says they tried to kill her family, and Irving recounts the citywide Grimm attack launched on Avon.

Lucius looks bereft at this news, and slowly assumes they mean to bring the Braiths to justice, whatever form that may take. He supposes that before they make any final choices, it would be best if they heard the whole truth.

THE BEGINNING

The stranger’s name is Lucius Braith. We cut from his wizened face to a younger version of him some thirty-odd years ago, in a lab. He bears a striking resemblance to Viorel’s masculine form, or perhaps a less muscle bound Gardner.

Lucius recounts that he was something of a phenom in his youth, working professionally for Mantle scientific research since fifteen years old, but the story of his children begins when he was thirty - with his semblance.

We see young Lucius holding a metallic cube, some sort of paperweight, as a white aura effect glows around it. Old Lucius explains that he had “given his soul to science, and it had been accepted,” - that his semblance allowed him to perform a “biopsy” on his own aura, extracting it and applying it to inanimate objects.

Young Lucius approaches a lab partner, Alden Rossi, who is tinkering with robotics, and expresses glory at the potential applications of his semblance. Alden scratches his head as Lucius proposes studies on the very nature of the soul, that they “could finally understand the boundaries of that which once seemed beyond our comprehension.”

Young Lucius holds the cube up to his eyes. Narrating, Old Lucius explains that aura may be a crucial tool in humanity’s arsenal, but modern science still knew very little about it.

The kingdom of Mantle was still struggling even this long after the Great War, and it took little to convince the Council to give their support. They were so desperate to keep Lucius from finding better options overseas that they would approve whatever Lucius asked of them. The ethical concerns were almost nil - he was a promising young mind and he swore that he would only conduct research under the strictest of conditions… though he was the one who set the conditions.

We flash forward again. Lucius is overseeing construction at a location further north than any man had ever been on Remnant by that point, far from the prying eyes of both man and Grimm. He christened the facility Zenith, named for both its geographical location and his desire for it to be the pinnacle of scientific research. 

Due to the questionable ethics of experimenting on the human soul, only the brightest of Mantlean minds were brought onto the project and sworn to complete secrecy. For all intents and purposes, Zenith did not officially exist.

Another cut forward, and Lucius is inside the completed facility, showing other scientists blueprints in the conference room seen in Arc 3, Chapter 1.

Now the facility was complete, he would begin work on his magnum opus, the P.R.I.S.M.

Another cut, and we see Lucius standing on the gantry in front of the machine Kamala, Viorel and Roderick visited in Arc 3, Chapter 5. In the present, Old Lucius narrates that it took a few years and many sleepless nights, but he finally completed it.

Young Lucius places his hand inside the machine as Roderick did in Arc 3, Chapter 5, and is similarly zapped as the biopsy is taken. The screens to the side of the machine light up green in success, and Young Lucius allows himself a relieved smile.

His present day self explains that the P.R.I.S.M was designed to artificially recreate his semblance, and expand on it. It took a biopsy of one’s aura as well as a tissue sample. His plan was that - by cultivating both - he would be able to create life.

We cut forward again to Young Lucius in an elevator, some time later, on the ride down to the P.R.I.S.M. As he walks along the gantry, Old Lucius narrates thusly;

“The gestation period was shorter than that of a natural human. It was only a few weeks before we again returned to the P.R.I.S.M and saw the result of the experiment.”

Young Lucius opens a hatch on the P.R.I.S.M.

“We were unsure how long it would survive outside of the machine. We had to remain cold, scientific and unattached.”

We see a newborn baby inside the machine. And Old Lucius concludes…

“So, naturally, the first thing I did was name her Kamala.”

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 18 (Day 7)- Companion/Fallen

Braith was a bully, until Besharat took her under her wing and gave her a better purpose. She taught her to be a true Yokudan warrior in the ancient ways only newly rediscovered. Story based on a surprising letter Besharat received in-game, but reimagined as happening a number of years post-game. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Warnings- violence, blood 

Wordcount- ~1700

***

Braith came into the training yard for our lesson, her face red and puffy. Her knuckles were white around the scabbard of her father's sword and her expression was like stone. I was going to ask her what had happened but she spoke before I could.

"Ansei Besharat, my father has journeyed to the Far Shores." Her voice held no emotion, though her hands tightened even more on the scabbard. 

"May he be welcomed by the Ancestors," I said automatically, before adding, "Do you know what happened?" 

"He went out on a job. An upstart, would-be warlord, his brothers-in-arms told me. Of the ten that went out, only four returned. They did not bring my father's body back. They only brought his sword. Ansei, may I ask something?" 

"Of course." 

"I am honor bound to recover my father's body and armor. I formally request to undertake my Warrior's Trial and begin my Walkabout. Let me prove myself and take my place among you." 

"Braith…" I began. 

But she cut me off. "I must do this, Ansei! If I don't, then everything I've learned from you is for nothing! I must see my father laid properly to rest, and my honor demands justice for his death. You have shown me what it means to be Yokudan, and I will do no less than our ancestors!" 

"Of course. Then I will accompany you. By the traditions of the Companions, an observer from the Circle joins those on their Trial. And, as Ansei, I am honor bound to accompany you as my student, even if not for much longer." 

"Thank you, Ansei." Her voice wavered. 

“Allow me to inform everyone else that we will be leaving, and then we will gather our supplies and go. Do you know where this warlord is?” 

“He is at Fort Fellhammer. I was told he has a number of men at his disposal. I do not care for them. I only want him, and my father.” 

We went into the Hall. Thankfully, Vilkas was sitting in his spot by the fire with Orielle, chatting. But they both stopped when they saw us approach. 

“I'm glad you're both here. I'm leaving for a little while. Braith is going on her Trial and I will be going with her.” I said bluntly. "Can you tell Farkas when he gets back? We're leaving right away." 

“Oh?” Vilkas studied us before asking, “Something has happened, hasn't it?” 

Braith replied before I could. “My father has fallen. I must avenge him, and recover his body.” 

“Mara’s mercy! I'm so sorry, my dear!” Orielle cried, jumping to her feet. They hugged for a long moment before Orielle put her hand on Braith’s shoulder. “That is a heavy burden for anyone of fifteen. But you are a trained Yokudan warrior and I know you will prove that when the time comes.” 

“Thank you.” 

***

“How do you wish to approach this?” I asked as we surveyed the fort. We'd spoken of different scenarios on our way up north, but hadn't made any firm decisions. 

“My quarrel is with the leader, and Nords respect courage. I will challenge him in front of his men so he can't refuse.”

I held my tongue, my instincts as a parent and teacher ready to object. But I couldn’t. This was Braith’s Trial, not only as part of the Companions but also her Walkabout as a Sword-Singer. And especially for the latter it was important for her to take the lead. So I nodded, only saying, “They may underestimate you. Do not let them make you angry.”

Her smile was all teeth. “I hope they do. It will be all the sweeter when my sword takes them, then.”

We marched up to the gate. The two guards on duty looked askance at us. “What’s a couple of Redguards want here? You girls lost?”

Braith replied, all full of sweetness. “I have an important message for Galar War-Axe. I need to speak with him.”

“And why would anyone send you with a message?”

“To not raise suspicion?” she replied smoothly. “Who’s going to suspect little old me?”

The one guard sighed. “Fine. But no funny stuff. Just get going.” 

No one gave us a second look as we made our way through the halls, only pointing us in the right direction when Braith asked. It wasn’t long before we reached the central room. It was a receiving room, for whatever lord or general had overseen this place. Now, it was decorated with animals pelts and weapons and armor, no doubt taken from people killed by this rabble. I picked out Amren’s armor among those displayed, and by how she gripped the hilt of her sword, I knew Braith saw it, too. 

Galar sat on a chair in the center of the room like a throne, watching us enter. He was big and blond and boisterous, but something about him was like a coiled serpent. His men watched, too. But we were also assessing the situation, and the tension turned very thick very quickly. 

“Who’re you two?” Galar demanded. 

“My name is Braith at-Amren. I have come to challenge you for the body and armor of my father, who you slew.” She took a step forward, her face again that blank, stone stare. 

Galar laughed. “Are you for real, little girl? How about you and your mum here get out of here and quit wasting my time. I don’t like having my time wasted.”

“I assure you, I am not here to waste your time. I challenge you, by the old laws, for my honor and as wergild for the death of my father. Refuse me and been seen as a coward in the eyes of your men.”

That got their attention. Galar stood, he was shorter than I expected but nearly as broad as Farkas. He sighed through his nose, annoyance plain on his face. “Fine then, little girl. Then let us have a proper duel if you insist.”

His men stepped back, forming a circle to either side of me. Only Braith and Galar stood in the center. My heart pounded, but I maintained a calm exterior. I didn’t like this at all. Better that we’d simply stormed the place and fought together. But it was too late for that. 

They circled each other warily. I appraised Galar. He moved with experienced ease, his big axe easy in his hands. He would have reach with it, but Braith had done a lot of training against axes with Farkas, and this one was not as fast or fine as Wuuthrad. Still, Galar would be no easy opponent. 

He attacked first, but Braith was ready. They danced for a long time, or at least, what felt like a long time. I could see Galar begin to get annoyed. Braith was quicker than he’d anticipated.

But he was experienced. He swung, and I saw his plan as he moved. The axe sank into Braith’s shield, then with a snarl he twisted it, ripping the shield from her arm. A small gasp passed my lips, but I allowed no other reaction. I couldn’t. Not even when the axe swung again and Braith rolled, the blade missing her by only a hair. The rest of the men were absolutely silent, fixated on the fight. 

Galar shoved Braith with the handle of his axe, sending her rolling again. But when she regained her feet she lifted her left hand, and a quick, powerful melody rushed from her lips. 

“Singing won’t help ya, girlie,” Galar scoffed. But that scoffed soon turned to surprise as a blade of white light appeared in her hand. She rushed forward, ducking under his swing. He grabbed the sword in her right hand with his bare fingers, unbalancing her. But in response, I saw something impossible; she swung her shehai and I followed it, but it struck at an impossible angle. Like it had suddenly changed course on its own to bypass even the Best Known Cuts, as if the blade itself could see the opening to strike. And strike it did, right through his throat. Galar gargled, dropping his axe as the shehai ripped back out. He fell to the ground, and very soon it was over. 

The men around me stared, and began to whisper. Braith turned in a slow circle, meeting the eyes of each one. “I am Braith at-Amren. I am a Sword Singer, an Ansei. I have won the right to claim my payment. I will take the armor and body of my father, and I have taken wergild for his death. I have no quarrel with any of you, and if you allow me to take what is mine, then I will leave with no further bloodshed. If you wish to fight, then my teacher and I will destroy you all. For we are both Ansei, and she is the Dragonborn. I leave the choice up to you.”

They all looked at her, and then they looked at me, and as one they backed up. One spoke for them. “We wish no further fight. Take your father’s armor and whatever else you require, young warrior, and then we will show you where the bodies of the dead are thrown.”

***

About an hour later, we were back on the road to Whiterun. Amren’s armor and that of his companions were loaded onto my horse, while his wrapped body, frozen by a quick frost spell and covered with a lesser ward to keep it safe, rode on the back of Braith’s. 

She rode straight, shoulders squared. But she smiled at me. “I did it, Ansei.”

“You did, and we will formally welcome you into the Companions when we return to Whiterun.”

“Is there anything more I must do to be declared Ansei?”

“No. You have declared it yourself. You have defeated your enemy with both your shehai and the Ephemeral Feint. We will give offerings to the gods and you may declare it again if you wish, but that title is already yours.”

“Thank you, Ansei.”

I laughed. “Just Besharat now! You’re Ansei, too! And I am beyond proud of you, Braith at-Amren.”

“Of course, Besharat. And thank you.”

[the-sword-lesbian]

Unexpected Field Trip pt 2

“Alright take a deep breath and hold it,” I said, my hand firmly grasping the large, wooden stake protruding from the doctor’s pectoral. He did so and I continued, “I’m going to count to three and then I’ll pull this out, okay Doctor?” He gave me a nod of confirmation. “Alright then. One…” I yanked the stake from his chest quickly.

Dr Braithe released his held breath in a hacking cough, strained words interspersed between them. “Good lord Andrea,” a loud groan, “your bedside manner is atrocious.”

“Yes but it’s effective,” I said, preparing to remove the remaining stake.

“Alright,” he said. “Make sure to warn me before you pull the seCOND ONE!” He yelped in pain as the stake was pulled loose.

I tossed the wooden object aside before turning to face the door. “Mariella!” I shouted, “it’s safe for you and Rupert to come in now!” I turned back to face the doctor, “now, what of these other wounds?”

“Iron pellets,” he said, easing himself into a sitting position against the bannister post. “Some sort of explosive projectile weapon it seems.”

I gave the wounds a quick glance before looking him in the eye again, “I’m afraid that’s going to be beyond my ability to remove.”

He waved the notion away, “It’s alright, I have some forceps in my bag that should do the trick, Mariella can grab the bag for me.”

“Right then, I’ll go check on the other two girls.” I turned to leave and he grabbed my arm, turning back to face him, I saw a deeply haunted look on his face.

“Andrea,” he said, breathing heavily, “They’ve taken them.”

My heart dropped, “what…”

“Sophia and Coralline,” he replied. “Those soldiers who attacked us, they took my daughters.” A pained look crossed his face that I had to believe was due to more than just his wounds.

I turned to look back towards the door, Mariella was standing there cautiously, surveying the destruction while holding tightly to Rupert’s leg. A plan was forming in my head as ice began to flood into my veins.

I immediately set off down the hall towards my suite in the east wing. Throwing the doors to my chambers open I then went to my bed and pulled the large trunk with my hunting gear from under it, popping the latches and opening it. Looking over my equipment I had to prioritize what I could grab and what would need to stay. I didn’t have time to don my entire armor but my breastplate and bracers would do for now over my current clothes.

As I tightened the straps on my armor I heard the door behind me creak, “I’m coming with you,” came the strained voice of the good doctor.

“You most certainly are not Dr Braithe,” I said, turning to face him. “You have been thoroughly wounded and from the looks of it you can barely stand.”

“I have to,” he said, “my… my girls…”

“Doctor…” He looked me in the eye. “What you need to do is remain here and protect Mariella.” I pulled my crossbow from the trunk and gave it a once over.

“And what do you plan on doing with all of that?” He asked.

I grabbed my belt of ammunition and turned back towards the door, passing Dr Braithe. “Doctor, when you hired me it was on the basis of my claim that I could keep your daughters out of trouble.”

He hobbled to try and keep up with my hurried steps, “Andrea you and I both know that this is not what you meant.”

“Yes, but the fact remains the same,” I turned to face him as we returned to the foyer. “Sophia and Coralline are in trouble, and I intend to get them out of it.” I turned and headed towards the door. “Rupert, come,” I ordered as I passed the hound and he fell into step behind me. I made my way down the stairs to the Kingsguard carriage and pulled the door open. “In,” I said as I nodded towards the interior. He grumbled and climbed inside.

There was a small tug at my sleeve and I turned to see Mariella standing there. “Are you coming back?” She asked, worry in her eyes.

I smiled at her, hopefully reassuringly, “of course darling, and I expect to see you in bed before sunrise when I return young lady.” I slung my crossbow over my shoulder and climbed into the driver’s seat of the carriage.

Dr Braithe walked up and put his arm around his daughter, looking up at me as well, “I hate to state the obvious but you’re up against the full might of the crown you know.”

I gathered the reins up in my hands and turned to face the two of them. “I’ve never been a fan of kings personally,” I said as I cracked the reins and led the horses out the gate and down the road.

Parts [0], [1], 2, [3], [4]

[ozpins-coffeemug]

Me, at 3 am, shaking my plushies:

You see, Braith has abandonment issues because of her past and all the betrayal and stuff. Whenever Oz dies, she feels that he is gone and the world is instantly empty and cold and she is on her own with no one to trust and sometimes centuries go by before they see or feel each others presence again. Sometimes, when the current Osma feels that the end is near, he writes letters about his life or leaves behind a little something. He is her best friend, her family, her home. Without him, she is just a scared child.

My plushies:

[rustedkaibutsu]

Dr. Braith Bright, a space engineer and scientist on the space craft; Vessel-036. The host of a sentient cordycep lifeform, not yet assimilated like the rest of the crew members.

[wyked-ao3]

oc questionnaire

Tagged by @willtheweaver here

My questions are:

1. What is a guilty pleasure of yours?

2. You overhear someone bad-mouthing your best friend/ closest family member. How do you react?

3. Are you the kind of person who asks for directions if you get lost?

im going to bring Braith out to answer this one and may I say she may be the main character for the third book and not introduced until the second but man is she ranting to me already..

Her notes are way longer than most the others 0_o and I thought jade was the impatient one since his is the next book, lol.

so I'm tagging this one TPCG since technically she's not in TPKODR which is book one

1. What is a guilty pleasure of yours?

Braith: I'm rather fond of sparing or training of any kind but sometimes I like to play with my prey a little.

2. You overhear someone bad-mouthing your best friend/ closest family member. How do you react?

Braith: *grins* well these daggers are not just for show darl'n.

*Starts stalking the shadows waiting for a chance to strike where no one will notice. Once done she props them up in a alleyway against a wall so it looks like he's doing something shady. Before slinking back into the shadows to catch up with her friends*

3. Are you the kind of person who asks for directions if you get lost?

Braith: ye ain't lost if your going on an adventure

Your questions:

Who is your enemy?

Least Favorite animal?

Why do you act the way you do?

@jev-urisk @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart @fortunatetragedy @thatuselesshuman @cowboybrunch @paeliae-occasionally

[mindfulofbrit]

I somehow managed to draw something the other day, after being out with the big C for a week. This is my OC Braith, when I write more about her you can see it here.

I don't tend to post too much personal stuff, lately, but I'm proud of how she came out.

[dinnytchi]

Braith Reference

[halactic]

Speaking of side by side oc size comparisons-

My two Old Republic Kaleesh ocs: Siremaast San Braith and Orlox Rhu’shar.

To explain what’s going on with Siremaast, he has a body mutation where his skin creates soft bone ‘armor’. Oh you gotta love being a slave to the Sith and being experimented on at a young age. 😅

And Orlox is albino. (Bless @selovant for creating such an amazing character)

Siremaast also had his bone mask taken from him and was forced into servitude under a sith. After murdering the sith and setting himself free, Siremaast now helps Selajza, a pureblood Sith with missing legs who also was used in horrible Sith experimentation.

Both of them create a sanctuary and place of healing and ‘repairing’ broken bodies. That way, any other poor souls who have seen the dark side of a Sith’s imagination can confide and seek help in those who are exactly like them.

(Painted face version- also robes)

[momolith]

ITS MY BABYS BIRFDAYYYY

the big 20 and 9