#oc Kal'en (Arc)

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My contribution for may the 4th be with you is to throw Arc back out into the wild lol

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Getting in one last drawing for this year with Arc and his very complicated life.

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Tagged by @kruk-art​ Thank you! :D

I’m tagging @amediocrepigeon​ @aceofallwhales​  @kinokochouchou​ feel free to ignore it

Going through a million different hyper-fixations so I let a randomizer choose lol

GENERAL

Name: Kal’en Knox Alias(es):  Arc’anum Gender: Male/ nonbinary (only uses he/him pronouns) Age: 34 Place of birth: Dromund Kaas Spoken languages: Galactic basic, mandolorian, huttese Sexual orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Deep cover agent for the empire. Current Alias’s job is acting as a smuggler.

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: Orange/ yellow Hair colour: natural black; dyed deep red Height: 178 cm (5'8). Scars and burns: He carries scars from an explosion as well as very faint vertical scars over his lips Overweight/Underweight: A bit underweight. (it’s the stress)

FAVOURITE

Colour: Gold Music genre: Loud enough that he doesn’t need to think. Movie genre: romantic comedy; it’s the only thing he can watch to de-stress. TV show: N/a (I have no clue what tv shows exist in universe lmao) Drink: Alderaan Ruge Liqueur Book: focuses mostly on research. 

HAVE THEY

Passed university: A type yes Had sex: No. Had sex in public: No. Gotten pregnant: No. Kissed a boy: Yes. Kissed a girl: Yes. Gotten tattoos: Yes. Had a broken heart: Yes Been in love: Yes Stayed up for longer than 24 hours: Happens more often than it should.

ARE THEY

Scared easily: No. Jealous easily: Nope. Trustworthy: only to people he cares about and even than expect to be lied too. Dominant/Submissive: Flexible, mostly submissive A cuddler: It’s been known to happen. A kisser: Yes In love: Yes Single: No. Currently in a poly relationship.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Depends if you count purposefully getting captured and tortured. Thought of suicide: Yes. Attempted suicide: no. Wanted to kill someone: He’s got a nice long list marked in red. Rode a horse: No. not a fan of animals. Have / had a job: Yes. Have any fears: Losing any sense of control or identity.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): He has one adopted sibling. She’s a twilek Inquisitor. Parents: He has two mother’s. One of which is a Sith Lord, and the other an ex-jedi. He actually has a good relationship with his family. Children: No. Pets: A little mouse droid he named Mini.

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Don’t actually have the energy to complete this but wanted to share it anyway. So here’s some head cannon for my smuggler/cipher Kal’en.

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Kal’s Origins

Or I just wanted to write something and this happened lmao

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Dromund Kass always seemed to have some kind of chill to it even despite the humidity. Enough of one that it has Kal'en pulling his jacket tighter around himself, trying to blink away the sudden soaking rain. An action that does nothing to sway away the bone creeping chill that runs up his spine as he continues on his path towards the cantina.

If he was more superstitious he’d probably say it was the ghosts trying to warn him away from certain doom. But he’s never been one for those kinds of thoughts. Especially considering how often his family tried to force those particular types of beliefs on him.

It always seemed like that everyone and their mother wanted some kind connection to the force. Desperate for some kind of power over everyone else. He’s just glad that he was lucky enough that his particular brand of Sith blood decided he wasn’t worth the effort. Being a non-force user, of course, was dangerous but not as dangerous as being forced to go to Korriban.

He could count on one hand exactly how many of his siblings and cousins had survived their ‘training’ there. If he really put his mind to it he could also guess exactly how many would die later to some stupid feud too.

And in the end it would be him his family bemoaned. Acting as if he’s some big disgrace for showing no ability in the force. He doesn't really care what they think. Just like he doesn't care that everyone barely gives him a glance as he shakes out his jacket when he enters the cantina.

It's better to be a no one. Makes it that much easier to get things done when some idiot jacked on a power trip has his head too far up his ass.

But it also has its downsides.

Like walking into a secluded room with the Minister of Intelligence waiting for him. Clandestine meetings away from Intelligence have never spelt out anything good for him.

"Thank you for coming Cipher," the minister motions for him to take a seat and reluctantly Kal’en takes it.

"Of course, sir." Not like he had a choice. "Though I must admit I'm confused as to what this is exactly about?"

The minister leans forward against the table, his hands clasped tightly together. "I'll get straight to the point. For your next assignment you’ll be operating as a double agent but in order to do that we need you to have an,” he pauses for a moment like he’s trying to find the right word, “established presence in republic space.”

Kal’en wants to wince back, to be angry but he holds his face with a well practiced blankness. More undercover work, fantastic. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that, sir?”

“We already have a cover made up. You’ll be a smuggler working to supply the republic forces with weapons and supplies. We’ll let you decide whether or not to keep secret your 'past' affiliations with the empire or openly declare yourself a renegade. Either way when you make contact with SIS they'll need to be made aware of your betrayal to the empire."

"This is…” complete and utter bullshit? He can already take a few guesses as to why he was being pushed away from Dromund Kass. Or to be more specific, being pushed away from the sith. They never do like it when someone who's supposed to be powerless takes them down. “Well, it’s certainly not what I expected when you asked me to meet you here. And it leaves the question as to what you’re planning to do with my crew?"

"They'll have to be put on standby for the time being. We can’t risk them giving your intentions away."

He barks out a sharp laugh, "Good luck with getting Kaliyo to stand still than.”

The minister shakes his head in annoyance. Probably thinking about exactly the trouble Kaliyo would cause them. "She'll have her own missions to accomplish. And considering her lackluster connections to the empire we wouldn't mind the two of you touching base now and again to keep her in line."

"You really think she'll play nice if I give her a call once a week? I think you're overestimating her fondness for me."

"Well," the minister shrugs, his face far too serious and his eyes feeling like they're somehow peering into Kal'ens soul. "It couldn't hurt could it?"

Which just means that this man knows something Kal’en doesn’t. He’ll have to look into it later. "...Alright. Then I'm guessing I'm going to need a new ship?"

"Already done and waiting for you in a discreet hanger."

They’re trying to get rid of him as soon as possible. He can’t help the tired sigh as he wipes a hand down his face. "You realize my specialty is putting a bolt through people's skulls right? I'm not sure how well equipped I am for undercover that'll last as long as I suspect this one will."

"You'll adapt." And it's said with a finality that leaves no room for argument. "Also agent. I recommend losing the accent." He stands from his chair, briefly tugging on his uniform shirt before walking away.

That was the problem with being no one. There’s always at least one person who knows he exists. And those people always seem to have more power over him than he’d like.

And he can’t help but notice that the minister said nothing about telling his crew. Which means he's the one that's going to have to tell Kaliyo isn't he…

Fuck.