#rogue's ocs

[rogue-pool]

did someone say OCs? Meet Sol'oya Haa'runi.

i have played a little bit with some headcanons about things like. Varactyl family structure and anatomy etc. mostly coming from a biological standpoint.

full story under cut.

It began on a day just like every other day. Until it wasn't.

It was a normal battle against the Empire, routine in its own way, nothing special or remarkable about it.... until it wasn't.

Just a normal fucking day. And then it all came crashing down in just one moment. That's all it ever takes isn't it. Just a moment in time and everything changes forever. A galaxy turned to shreds. The Force thrown off balance in the seconds that followed this moment. And then silence. Blessed, cursed silence.

Sol wasn't always a mandalorian or a "traitor". He wasn't always Sol, and he wasn't always alone.

His birth name has been lost to the winds of time, blown away with the rest of the ashes following Order 66. For him, like so many others, that was a great turning point in his life.

He was born on Utapau under unfortunate circumstances and remembers very little of his life before the Jedi Temple. His parents were problematic at best, and absent at worst, so when the enigmatic and powerful Jedi came to claim him, he was only too happy to leave. He had spent much of his time prior in the plains of Utapau, communing with the wildlife there, as much of his power in the force attuned him to beasts.

Sol was a willful and chaotic child, strong in the force, who took to combat like a fish to water. He questioned the Jedi code often, but never blatantly enough to be forcibly removed. He was paired eventually with an Iridonian zabrak named Ahkeema Sukrii, who he bonded with immediately in their distaste for the basis of the Jedi code. Ahkeema was a fair master, who taught him well. His death at the hands of his loyal clones in the battle for Utapau was an unmeasured loss for Sol, who was unimaginably attached to all of them in a way that the Jedi would have frowned upon. In a fit of rage, anguish and pain, Sol used the force to shove the clones in their squad that did it off of the edge of the pit that the fight had been around, and fled into the familiar plains, grabbing Sukrii's saber on their way. There had been no time for final words, the clones were good soldiers who followed orders and Ahkeema was given no warning before they gunned him down.

Sol vowed in that moment never to harm another clone, as he had been close as brothers with the squad. Many a day and night had been filled with their shenanigans and laughter, in the quieter moments of the war. The leader, and Sol's best friend was Scout, and his heart broke when the order was given. The only consolation, was that Sukrii's partner Kai would never have to live with the guilt of gunning down his lifemate and Jedi.

The padawan-no-longer , having lost everything that had ever been important to him, fled to the sparse savannahs of the planet, far from the majority of the clone controlled pits, and hid in a varactyl nest until he felt that the clones had given up chase. His affinity for beasts served him well for the next period of time, as he lived with this particular family of varactyl, helping to hunt and provide for the young.

He was not alone, but he was lonely. After the bustle of the temple and the chaos of war, life had slowed to a grinding halt. With the last vestiges of his life as a Jedi hidden deep in the nest, he knew nothing of what had happened, if anyone was left alive, or what had become of the Republic. He grieved for his lost love, a clone medic, most likely lost to the Order. And so it remained for a difficult few years.

No measure of peace can last forever, of course, and on yet another life turning day, Sol was confronted with the loss of yet another family. You see, varactyl feathers are a prized commodity on the black market and there will always be poachers and trophy hunters willing to kill for them.

Sol's tentative peace once again came to an abrupt halt when a group of these poachers came to their nest in the night, and the majority of the family he lived with were slain. The poachers were surprised, however, when faced with a living breathing Jedi initiate, awoken, pissed off, with lightsabers at the ready to defend the small hatchlings that were cowering at his feet.

Sol managed to take down two of them in their surprise, but the rest fled before the angry padawan could finish them off.

Sol gathered what he could carry, the hatchlings and his sabers and fled into the night, once again on the run. He ran far and fast and escaped into one of the many pits on the surface of the planet, finding a small village to collapse into. Fortune finally turned for him when they were found by, not an enemy for once, but a friend.

Raxxus was an escaped slave of a twi-lek, only a few years older than Sol, and had made a hideout in this small village in this small unknown pit, a haven for the lost. He ran a tea shop that fronted for this space and brought Sol and the hatchlings in without a thought. The next chapter in the life of this force wielding Mandalorian had truly begun.

there will obviously be more to this....

all of it has been fleshed out in my head.

They are ahipped with kix. They will eventually find him.

Raxus and his tea shop

most of the clones and Ahkeema.

the varactyl.

their saber (a saberstaff built from the hilts of theirs and their masters. they are a Grey Jedi and their once blue blades are now purple)

etc.

more pictures! most of these are commissioned. Sol has been a work in progress for years now.

fun fact, Sol'oya basically means YOLO in mando'a. (it means one life/one hurrah/etc)

if y'all have any questions for me pls feel free lol.

@thenonsensebatch and @starborncyare because you asked to be tagged. *i love you lol*

PART 2 - Physical presence and movements questions.

Part 3! - "My Hero" the story of a Jedi and his Medic

He's a Jedi, is this even legal?

[roguesnezblog]

Gotta give those bills some tender love and care after yanking on them like that >:<

That musta hurt

Don't worry Percy is sure to give them love uwu

[rogue-of-broken-time]

Spill the DnD characters, Rogue! (I'll be in bed when you answer most likely, but still!)

I have a lot of them, so I'll share the one that's taking up most of my brainspace right now:

*cracks knuckles*

Mini the Autognome

(pronouns they/them)

Mini is an autognome bard! For anyone who doesn't know what an autognome is, it's a bit like a warforged, but they're small and were actually created by rock gnome tinkerers (the official publication of the race for D&D 5e came with the Spelljammer: Adventures in Space set). In modern-day terms, they're essentially a robotic construct. As such, Mini doesn't actually play an "instrument" in the typical sense– they have an internal music box they use to play their magical tunes!

As I play them now, Mini (which was originally short for "Minstrel") is a happy-go-lucky little bot with a lot of love to share and a deep misunderstanding of how the world actually works. To them, everyone should just get along and be happy, and they genuinely don't understand why anyone would prevent that from happening. And with their limited comprehension of the way the world works, you'd probably wonder how they came to be in the first place, right? Surely their creator must've been just as cheerful, right?

The truth is that the people who invented Mini in the first place had much darker intentions (or at least, one of them did).

Mini's story begins with two rock gnomes: Alston Silverthread (artificer) and Callen Dazzledark (wizard).

The two of them, back in their younger days, came up with an idea:

What if there existed technology that could make someone immortal?

It was a wild concept to them, just wild enough to grab them both and put their heads together. Alston, master tinkerer, got to work on schematics and functionality, while Callen, secretive necromancer, researched tirelessly to see if such magic would even be possible.

Together, they came up with a name for their little project: the Metallurgic Immortality Network Services To Realistically Extend Lifespans, which they later gave the nickname "Project MINSTREL".

The first invention under Project MINSTREL was the Metallurgic Immortality Network Interface, an automaton-like device that was designed for one purpose and one purpose only: healing. Whatever your ailment, whatever your injury– whether it was a common cold, a wound on your body, or even just the frailty of old age– this thing could fix you with its magic. And if you kept using it, it could literally keep you alive for longer than your race's typical lifespan, essentially making you immortal until a time of your choosing.

This would've been considered nothing short of miraculous technology, if Alston and Callen hadn't had to keep it a secret. Where they lived, most magical practice was frowned upon at best, so any hint that they were making such innovations beyond the eyes of the law would risk everything for them.

At the beginning, Alston was more than happy to play guinea-pig to his newest creation, the prototype MINI. He had to be sure that the technology worked, after all– and for a time, that's exactly what he did (all the time he'd spend testing on himself effectively extended his life by a good handful of years in gnome standards).

But as time went by, Callen kept coming back to him with darker and darker ideas for additions to their inventions and research. Alston repeatedly turned him down, and the two eventually split off from one another due to disagreements on their morals. Alston kept the MINI, but without Callen's help maintaining it for its original purpose, it eventually fell to disuse.

Callen, on the other hand, grew mad with curiosity. All this time, all this research he'd poured into necromantic energy and preserving souls from death– why should he have to give it all up?

In response to Alston's rejection, Callen only became more driven. He'd plot out theories and calculations of how to extract souls from life and contain them in other things, reinvigorating his own life energy in the process. And eventually, because of his cruel experiments, Project MINSTREL was dissolved and the two largely fell out of contact, save for matters of extreme importance.

Flash forward some odd years in gnome standards. Alston is an old man now, even having had the continuous treatment of the MINI back in the day. He's having regrets about what he'd spent his life doing, and somehow, some way, he seeks to do something to make up for it all.

In the end, Alston knew he couldn't be saved; he'd done too much bad and too little good in his life to merit that. All the dark experimentation, all the secrecy, the dangerousness of it all– no, it was too late to redeem himself now.

But as he was nearing the end of his life and his eyes drifted over to an old automaton he'd once made with someone he once considered a friend… he realized, with what little time he had left, he could save something else.

In his final weeks, he worked tirelessly as he never had before, reconstructing the MINI for a new purpose: entertainment. He never took out the healer programming entirely, but he adjusted the MINI's prime directive slightly and designed them to be able to make their own choices and have their own personality, striving to make them completely autonomous in their own right.

And yet, when death edged closer and closer to him by the day, something was missing.

In the time the MINI shared with Alston, he was never able to get them to "wake up", so to speak. They were never able to override the base programming they had to obey whoever told them to.

So, after a long deliberation, Alston made one final reach to Callen, asking for one single favor: to erase the MINI's memory of their creators entirely after he passed on, in the hopes that they'd make their own life someday without the burden of grief.

Callen was more than happy to oblige, and, once he heard the details, he got an idea.

An utterly fascinating, horrible idea.

As Alston lay on his deathbed, Callen prepared to do his bidding. He was to use the spell Modify Memory on the MINI before it reactivated from its slumber, locking any knowledge of its creators behind a secret failsafe in its programming that even it wasn't aware of. This, Callen could do.

It was as Alston was drawing his final breath that he put his real plan into action.

Just as Alston was fading from life, Callen cast True Polymorph on his old friend, transforming him just before his spirit had the chance to depart.

All of the years Callen had spent researching necromancy, he'd tried, and thus far failed, to do what he successfully did to Alston. His theories and calculations– all were in an attempt to see if he could preserve one's soul by transmuting it into an object, just before departure. And all his experiments until now were failures, because he couldn't get the timing exactly right to capture the raw life essence before it was gone for good.

Alston was his first true success, and that was all the proof he needed to see that his vision had always been correct.

Because laying before him on the bed was not Alston Silverthread's elderly body, but a single leather-bound book.

And on that book's first page was this:

The rest of the pages were blank.

And Callen could find no better purpose for this tome than to give it to the very being whose message it was meant for.

So, deep within the MINI's chest compartment, he locked it away. And then he modified the automaton's memory, and then, well, he left.

…

A little while later, Mini woke up for the first time, a little confused but otherwise feeling more alive and themselves than they'd ever remembered feeling before.

And what did they do with this newfound autonomous feeling?

They went on an adventure.

[mindboogling]

I love making a gag character for D&D, forgetting they’re just a gag character, and then take a step back to look at the original ref

[vivtanner]

Jaimie as a Rogue/Hexblade Warlock 🔥✨

[galoogamelady]

Since y'all call any Dragonborn character "Dark Urge" now

[itsberru]

Diego and Diana's outfit the night they got engaged 💙

May time always find us together

[kroovv]

My first D&D character redraw🐉

2015-2024

[janisjoy]

New outfits!

Felix'Iliad "Fix" Polaris goes into space :)

[iingezo]

Aliya for @onionlings !

[zephyrbug]

It’s time to take your final bow♦️🃏🎪

First Art Fight attack of the year for @plaguecleric !! Wanted to start with something dramatic and I knew Bonnie would be the perfect fit!!

[rystiel]

congrats on your success, doctor

[zillychu]

a normal clan. a very normalclan

[ydteus]

A birthday piece for my best friend @onioned :’)

[gorjee-art]

It's sheng!

[emthimofnight]

Introducing the adopted son of Jet the Hawk, Rocket the Rooster! 😁

Some info:

Was found as an orphan by Jet when he was very young. He was taken under Jet's wing after being caught trying to steal from the Babylon Rogues. Despite initially being seen as an apprenticeship of sorts, Jet and Rocket eventually grew to see each other as father and son.

He is rivals with Stellar the Hedgehog and is love rivals with Camellia the Cat. Stellar thinks he is super cool, and she has a crush on him. Camellia hates him with a fiery passion. 😂

When he came out, he chose the name "Rocket" to cement his place among the Babylon Rogues.

He was raised to view Sonic (and by extension, Stellar) as rivals/competition. Jet is very happy to get under Sonic's skin by having his son outdo (and potentially romance???) his daughter.

Flirts with Stellar when they compete to try and get the upper hand by distracting her. She is too gullible to recognize he is just doing it to win.

Affectionately called "Rocky" by friends and family.

Both Sonic and Shadow don't like him being around Stellar.

Less of a showboat than Jet, but still has an ego.

Doesn't actually catch feelings for Stellar until she realizes what a dick he is and wrecks his shit. It is the second she kicks him so hard he sees stars that he understands why she is named "Stellar". By that point, of course, Stellar has written him off (much to Camellia's delight).