#oc: a'lea shan-valran

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haven't drawn A'lea in a while and that's just a crime!!

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Her <3

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A’lea Shan-Valran’s Lightsaber

(Spoilers for To Reclaim what was Ours under the cut.)

When Altrethir killed Fendithas, his heart held a hint of regret. Perhaps later down the line, he would recognize that justice wouldn’t have meant his death--and Altrethir resents that he allowed his anger to run out of control in the heat of the moment. He took his brother’s lightsaber before leaving, keeping it locked away, hidden, holding onto it as something to remember Fendithas by--and as a cruel reminder of what he’d done. A warning to himself.

In her early teenage years, A’lea began to prep for her journey to find a kyber crystal to create her own weapon. Through focus and meditation, she was ultimately drawn to the lightsaber that formally belonged to Fendithas--her late uncle. With some modifications, she changed the normal lightsaber into a saberstaff, and kept the crystal as it had reached out to her.

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no rage like the Valran rage

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A’lea & Dad hangin out (strategizing)

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from the Blueburd Legacy,

May the Fourth be with you

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Goth dad & Goth daughter

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To draw: A'lea and Lucien trying the Grimace Shake

Bonus: Altrethir doing laundry and wondering why the fuck his kids' clothes have PURPLE STAINS

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“Do not take this failure lightly, little one,” he spoke in Dashadi. “The blood spilt today is not on your hands—but if nothing is taken away from this, then their lives will have been lost for nothing.”

Full art for my whumptober prompt, here.

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Familial Ties: Nadia Grell, and the Valran Legacy

After the passing of her father, Nadia’s Padawan training officially began. She had already fought with and alongside Fen, her now-Jedi-Master, and determined their fighting styles already complimented one another’s. Fen agreed. He helped her in smoothing out the rough edges of her fighting style and taught her some more traditional Jedi techniques.

Their bond grew over the span of several years, Fen stepping up to become a parental figure to her. When the war with the Eternal Empire began, Fen broke ties with the Republic and decided to lay low for an unseen amount of time. Nadia, having been granted the title of Jedi Knight just before conflict with Emperor Arcann arose, took toward her own path. She and Fen kept in contact and still met in-person from time to time.

When the Alliance was created to stop Emperor Arcann, Fen was killed by his vengeful brother--one of the leading commanders of the Alliance. Nadia felt the very moment Fen was struck down.

She was devastated. She and Zenith both shared the sentiment. While the two weren’t as close as she was with Fen, she still indirectly viewed him as another parental figure, as Zenith and Fen were romantically involved and inseparable. Zenith wanted immediate revenge. Nadia argued they’d make enemies of the Alliance if they enacted on that urge.

For the remainder of the time in which Valkorion’s children held control of the Eternal Throne, Nadia and Zenith fought the Eternal Empire on their own, independent terms. Though once the Alliance seized control of the Throne, Nadia drifted back into the Republic. Zenith couldn’t bring himself to do the same.

Nadia kept Fen’s lightsaber and his holocron that recorded many of his teachings, along with some personal messages. Vengeance still lurked in her heart and would try to sway her from time to time, but she wasn’t daring enough, nor foolish enough, to try to kill her old master’s brother. She returned to the Jedi Order to try to make peace with her inner turmoil.

Fen had not fully left the world of the living. During a vision, he revealed to Nadia the true intentions of why he was killed. He asked Nadia to not seek revenge on his brother, as the Force determined he still had a significant role to fill.

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Several years passed and Nadia remained in the Order. It was through a brief vision that she foresaw an otherwise unexpected guest. That guest who’d interrupted her meditation was a teenage Twi’lek girl wearing dark clothing. Her blue skin, facial features, and the patterns upon her face nearly gave Nadia whiplash; it was as though she was looking at a much younger--and female--version of Fen. The girl introduced herself as A’lea Shan-Valran, daughter of the High Inquisitor--Fen’s brother. 

Nadia had no time to recover from the name. A’lea then explained that she’d felt a strange pull to something within her chambers.

Concerned, Nadia tentatively allowed her to find that which she was drawn to. When it was revealed that A’lea was being called by Fen’s old lightsaber, or the crystal that lied inside, specifically, Nadia found herself hit with a sudden flood of emotions. She broke down in front of A’lea, explaining what the late Barsen’thor meant to her and the people of the Republic. Nadia allowed her to take the lightsaber.

The meeting with A’lea resurfaced old feelings of anger toward the girl’s father. Nadia wouldn’t allow herself to speak to the man. So she agreed that she wouldn’t, and would instead grow to become good friends of her honorary cousin A’lea.

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booted up sims again and played around with @ajoloart ‘s lovely Dove and my A’lea <3

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star wars oc week day 3: Relationships

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Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Characters: Original Female Character; Nadia Grell Rating: G Word Count: 1,070 Summary: A’lea Shan-Valran prepares for a nice afternoon to spend with an honorary cousin. Their conversation grows heartfelt and they discuss what the future could possibly bring.

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The gleam of Coruscant's golden light peaked through the blinded windows. The morning dew had been evaporated; the sun now hung high in the sky, directly overhead, as the height of noon rose. Still the petals of the potted lavender glistened with water droplets, as did the other flora of the apartment's balcony.

          A’lea withdrew her watering can and smiled, pleased with her work. She set it back in its home and went back inside. She finished just in time; the heat was growing troublesome and sweat dampened her clothing. And overall, she felt gross. A shower and fresh robes later and she felt much better.

          It was over an hour past noon.

          A’lea fixed her second earring and went to her kitchen. Countertops shined with polished marble, decorated with various utensils for cooking. But none of them were going to be used today. Instead, she turned to the cupboard and plucked out one of her premade teas.

          Selecting a tea set proved more difficult a task than she anticipated. She’d collected several over the years, her own fathers being nothing but enablers. Her fingers traced the rim of an ivory cup decorated with golden swirl designs. Then her eyes flicked to the obsidian-colored set, feeling a slight pull of temptation as she looked over the sharp designs upon it.

          But she settled for one of her simpler sets: the set of earthy tones with no extra design elements. The cups lacked handles, the teapot more square than round in shape.

          Suitable for a Jedi, she supposed.

          She set the tea to boil and set her table. And just after the water finished, she heard a knock at the door. A’lea removed the kettle from the heat and hurried to answer the door.

          “Nadia,” she greeted with a polite dip of her head. “Do come in.”

          “It’s good to see you,” said Nadia as she followed A’lea inside. “It’s been a while! The last time I saw you was. . .?”

          “The battle at Blueflame, I believe.”

          “Then it really has been too long.”

          They sat and A’lea poured their tea. She observed Nadia from her peripheral, watching her glance around the apartment. She passed a cup to her, “I’m still working to personalize the place.”

          “Looks like it’s coming along well. And I really love the use of plants.” Nadia idly held her cup as a soft, almost sad, smile found her lips.

          A’lea thumbed the rim of her own cup. “Does something trouble you?”

          “No—no, I was reminiscing a little. You remind me of your uncle a lot. You have a lot of his qualities.”

          A’lea’s uncle: the late Barsen’thor. He died some twenty years ago, during the reign of Arcann and the Eternal Empire. Father rarely spoke of him and was dismissive when A’lea would ask. She’d held onto the impression that they were never particularly close.

          An empty feeling overcame her stomach as she thought of her own brother. How she missed him, how their relationship now had an intense strain due to their opposing factions. She recalled their conversation on Ossus just a month ago, during the heat of combat—and of the erupting volcano.

          “How do I remind you of him?” A’lea asked, refocusing herself on the conversation.

          “Your patience and your sympathetic nature. Your love for plants, too. You’ve mentioned that you liked to garden—and now that I’m here, I can tell that you really mean that.” Nadia set down her cup, “Your Uncle Fen used to have his own mini garden on the ship. Just stuff that didn’t need sunlight to grow.”

          “That’s an idea,” A’lea smiled.

          “I could try to find his notes on all of that sometime, if you’d like.”

          “If it’s no trouble, then please.”

          Nadia gave a nod and sipped her tea. “You also carry his lightsaber. You said his crystal called to you—and I don’t believe that happened just on coincidence.”

          “How do you mean?”

          Nadia gave a shrug, “I think it’s a way of showing that a part of him will live on through you. Maybe you’ll pick up the Barsen’thor title someday?”

          A’lea’s eyes widened, “I wouldn’t know what to say to that, honestly. . .” Her gaze drifted to her lightsaber across the room. She’d modified the hilt to have the blade protrude from both ends, but at its core, it was her uncle’s. Using it, she felt confident—as if it was made for her. Father and the Jedi told her that was a natural feeling a Force-user would have when they found their lightsaber: the wielder and weapon formed an unspoken bond of synergy. A’lea certainly felt that way with her blade. “. . . Except that I couldn’t. My future is already written.”

          “You believe in destiny?”

          “I do. Though, I believe that paths are always changing, shifting their course. Perhaps I won’t stay in one place for long.”

          “You refer to the Inquisitors.”

          A’lea nodded. “I will lead them when the day comes. For now, I learn from my father, from the Jedi and the Sith.”

          “What if the Order needs a new Barsen’thor?”

          “Have they desperately needed one in the past? Few have been granted the title throughout the centuries.”

          “You may be surprised,” Nadia’s gaze fell to her tea. “There are times where hope is scarce throughout the Republic. A Barsen’thor gives people a sense of peace and hope. They know they can rely on them for help.”

          A’lea pursed her lips. “I feel like I’m unqualified. I aid the Republic, but it is not my sworn duty to protect it. The Inquisitors are an ally—not the guardians of the Republic.”

          “I was merely an ally at one point, too. Perspective changes one’s views and opinions. I can’t imagine my life without the Jedi or the Republic now. They’ve helped me so much—I want to repay that by helping them.”

          A’lea raised a brow, her darkened lips curling into a faint smirk. “It sounds as though you should be granted the title, then.”

          Nadia laughed gently, “I’m flattered. Those are... really big shoes to fill.”

          “Who better to fill them than the former Padawan of the Barsen’thor, though?”

          “His own blood relative, maybe.”

          A’lea gave a shake of her head. “Have more faith in yourself.”

          “I have faith. I have confidence.” Nadia shifted in place, “But I also think you have a point.”

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Exploring Yavin 4 with @ajoloart’s Dove <3

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Color palette challenge: Blackcurrant Cream for A’lea?

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These colors were MADE for her! Thanks for the submission!!!

I'm still taking these--here's the prompt!

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SWtoR OC Masterlist

From left to right;

Altrethir Valran

About & History

Class: Sith Inquisitor; Sorcerer Gender: Male Species: Twi’lek Age (KotFE): 32 Height: 6′3“ Alignment: Lawful-Neutral Orientation & LI: Bisexual; Theron Shan Faceclaim: Atsushi Sakurai

Fendithas Valran

About & History

Class: Jedi Consular; Sage Gender: Male Species: Twi’lek Age (KotFE): 33 Height: 6′3“ Alignment: Lawful-Neutral Orientation & LI: Asexual; Zenith Faceclaim: Will Yun Lee

Thexia Matua

About & History

Class: Sith Warrior; Marauder Gender: Female Species: Sith Pureblood Age (KotFE): 34 Height: 5′5“ Alignment: Neutral (leans slightly toward Chaotic-Neutral) Orientation & LI: Bisexual; Malavai Quinn Faceclaim: Nicola Peltz

Khabe Matua/Alamor Elendeare

About & History

Class: Imperial Agent; Operative Gender: Male Species: Half-Human/Half-Pureblooded Sith Age (KotFE): 32 Height: 5′9“ Alignment: Neutral-Good Orientation & LI: Pansexual; Vector Hyllus Faceclaim: Matt Bomer

Fai Bayne

About & History

Class: Bounty Hunter; Mercenary Gender: Female Species: (Cybernetically-enhanced) Human Age (KotFE): 34 Height: 5′7“ Alignment: Neutral Orientation & LI: Lesbian; Risha Drayen Faceclaim: Renée Elise Goldsberry

Remi’vu Sasoa

About & History

Class: Smuggler; Scoundrel Gender: Male Species: Mirialan Age (KotFE): 33 Height: 5′11“ Alignment: Neutral Orientation & LI: Gay; Koth Vortena Faceclaim: Sean Teale

Alu’na Vess

About & History

Class: Jedi Knight; Guardian Gender: Female Species: Togruta Age (KotFE): 34 Height: 5′9″ (without montral) Alignment: Lawful-Good Orientation & LI: Asexual; N/A Faceclaim: Yael Grobglas

A’lea Shan-Valran

About & History

Class: Jedi Consular; Shadow Gender: Female Species: Twi’lek (1/3 Human) Age: (born post-Onslaught) Height: 5′4“ Alignment: Lawful-Neutral Orientation & LI: Faceclaim: Ahn Hyejen

Herlaa Sil

About & History

Class: Trooper Gender: Female Species: Twi’lek Age (KotFE): 32 Height: 5′6″ Alignment: Neutral-Good Orientation & LI: Bisexual; Jonas Balkar Faceclaim: Yasmine Al Massri

Sekhet

About & History

Class: Sith Inquisitor; Assassin Gender: Female Species: Rattataki Age (KotFE): 26 Height: 5′3“ Alignment: Neutral-Evil Orientation & LI: Asexual; N/A Faceclaim: Vanessa Morgan

(Updated 06/07/21)

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Legacy

A quick somethin’ for day 7 of Theron Shan week! @theronshanweek-official​

Characters: Theron Shan; M!Sith Inquisitor (oc)

Setting: Post-Onslaught; 2 years after the defeat of Tenebrae

Rating: G

          Back to the Republic. After so many years, it hardly felt like home. Odessen was the place Theron considered home in recent times, but since his husband’s defection to the Republic, the former SIS agent found himself following suit.

          It was safer in the Republic than in the Eternal Alliance--which was now buddy-buddy with the Sith Empire.

          After Theron and his beloved turned over a new leaf, the subject of children came up. Specifically--when would they decide to have children?

          Theron never thought a lot about it. Neither of them were in much of a position to be stay-at-home fathers. But Altrethir--his husband--wanted children eventually, he knew. And when Theron gave it more consideration, so did he.

          With samples of their own DNA and the assistance of a surrogate mother, their own daughter had been brought into the galaxy. She was born on Ryloth in Altrethir’s ancestor’s city of Tril. And once word reached the couple that their baby girl had been born, they rushed back to Ryloth.

          Theron was, needless to say, nervous throughout the flight. His fingers drummed ceaselessly against his arm and he fidgeted more often than he typically did. Altrethir, being formerly Sith, could pick up on his uneasiness just in passing. He comforted his beloved, assuring him that all would be well--that their daughter would simply adore him.

          They reached Ryloth and got to Tril as swiftly as they could. The local Twi’leks welcomed them back, as the city was tight-knit and community-driven. They honored family and tradition, even acknowledging Theron as one of their own by his marriage with Altrethir.

          Altrethir handled himself fine, weaving through the small crowd of locals. Theron could hardly even hear the others speaking--his heart hammered in his ears, drowning out the noise. He clutched Altrethir’s arm almost deathly tight, certain he might be leaving bruises.

          Then they reached the home of the mother and her family. They were welcomed inside and brought into her chambers where the doctors and medical droid also remained.

          Theron swallowed a knot in his throat, eyes frantically glancing around the room. He could hear Altrethir speaking but he couldn’t comprehend the words. Not right now. And around the corner, just tucked behind a ivory-colored curtain, sat a wooden bassinet. Before another thought entered his mind, he was tugged over to the cradle by one of the family members.

          They drew the curtain back--and then Theron and Altrethir could see their baby clearly. She was asleep, soundly so, wrapped skillfully in a linen blanket. The Twi’lek genes were definitely more dominant; Theron could see the smallest of bumps on the back of her head--the beginnings of her lekku. Her complexion was blue, like Altrethir’s prior to his flesh becoming pale by corruption, and her mother claimed she had hazel eyes.

          My eyes, Theron thought.

          Altrethir spoke more with the other family members. Negotiating something or other, no doubt.

          Theron’s eyes remained fixated upon his new baby. His flesh and blood--his own child. His baby.

          Our baby.

          His lips had curled into a stupid grin and he felt a tightness in his throat. And he swore under his breath, quickly bringing his hand to his eyes to wipe away tears that had snuck up on him. Altrethir took notice and gave an amused huff before pulling him into an embrace. Theron clung to him, overwhelmed in the moment and just let go. He could feel his husband rubbing his back in a soothing motion, warm and comforting.

          Theron exhaled deeply when they finally pulled away. He brought his emotions back into control, though he still sniffled on occasion.

          “What will you call her?” Theron heard one of the doctors ask, their voice heavily accented.

          Of course, the couple knew right away, as they’d discussed it months in advance. Altrethir spoke up, “A’lea.”

          “A’lea,” Theron repeated, the name holding a new feeling rolling off his tongue.

          The doctor nodded and turned away to their paperwork.

          “When she wakes up,” Altrethir said, “you’ll be the first to hold her.”

          Theron’s stupid grin crept back onto his face.