itriironfist

[itriironfist]

✧

( send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @senkanekor​​ )

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. but in like a ): i feel bad for you way.... ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you.✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

#.memerpl #itri just wants to.... help them ok? :| #senkanekor #.trnscptn

[itriironfist]

✧ — from Jav'nen Navok :((

( send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @javnennavok​​ )

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically). ✧ I would FUCKING HEAL YOU AND MAKE YOU BETTER AND NURTURE YOU AND

#.memerpl #listen itri has.......... al ot of feelings for vin ok???? #he's like #this sad broken abuse child...... #i must fix him.... #vestirkano #.trnscptn

[itriironfist]

✧ KAL

( send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @kaledeedeshra​ )

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

#.memerpl #his little brother............................... whom he loves... #kaledeedeshra #.trnscptn

[itriironfist]

↕ + 5'6"

send me ↕ + your muse’s height & I will compare your muse’s height to mine using this website.

itri: 6′6″

saskia: 5′6″

#.memerpl #saskiavan #.trnscptn

[itriironfist]

↕ + 6' 3"

send me ↕ + your muse’s height & I will compare your muse’s height to mine using this website.

itri: 6′6″

ydaara: 6′3″

#.memerpl #ydaaracarth #.trnscptn

[itriironfist]

» send me ↕ + your muse’s height

I will compare your muse’s height to mine using this website.

#.meme

[itriironfist]

It was loud, hot, and very busy, not just in the cantinas, but on the very walkways of the place. And yet Itri didn't mind much, laughing as he stood by some of his acquaintances — if his old master knew about his years as a pirate, undoubtedly the man would've hunted him down personally. Not that it mattered much now. He'd left behind any thoughts and sentimental feelings for him and his Order the moment he bailed, and he'd not once looked back.

Regardless of the casual, carefree manner with which he carried himself, there was nothing carefree about Itri. He was very deliberate about where he ported and who he talked to about certain things. And Force-sensitives. He was in no man's land, had been for years, and neither side was his friend.

So when something pinged to his right, Itri paid attention. Nothing in his demeanour changed, though, or hinted to anyone that he was aware. Though when a young man slid up to his side, Itri didn't emote surprise, even if his old mates did. Without skipping a beat, Itri looked down with amusement, looking him over for a moment.

“I have a common face, it happens,” he chuckled. He remembered a kid in the halls of Coruscant… but the manner of dress didn't indicate Jedi. Interesting. “Can I help you, mate?”

— QUESTIONABLE LOYALTIES ( Tahir/Itri | Rishi | 3954 )       ( content warning: substance abuse )      @itriironfist

A veritable pub crawl of the scummiest planets in the galaxy, that’s what Tahir’s hunt has become. Not that he’s complaining– it’s in his best interests to drag this particular journey out for as long as possible, as he’s not sure what he’ll find at the end. Not someone that will easily allow him to stab them in the back again, he’s sure. 

The memories haven’t been this loud in years, though, and Tahir is coping one of the only ways he knows how. Alcohol. Abundant in this pirate’s port– not a place one easily gains access to, but Tahir has connections that he didn’t in his youth. Connections that have connections, at any rate. The creaking of wooden platforms above his head interrupts Tahir’s train of thought as he wanders out of a cantina and into the bleary sunlight. Rishi is humid, and hot— an entirely different kind of heat from the desert. Tropical. It’s turned Tahir’s cloak into a prison. 

So, it must be heat stroke and drunkenness, then. When he spots a face that won’t stop tickling at the back of his mind, begging him to locate it. Someone he’d seen but never known very well– a face passing in the halls… Of Coruscant. 

Tahir whips around as he realizes, trying to track where his eyes had been. If there was a Jedi in this place… But, no– he finds the face again, and that can’t be a Jedi, not anymore. He fits in too well with the pirates, holding himself in such a way that no one could question his belonging. Well, Tahir’s in just the right mood to question. 

“Do I know you?” He asks by way of announcing himself as he sidles his way up to the Force user’s side. 

#.thrd #siderealtahir #tahirqarn #location: rishi #year: 3954 #with: kit #questionable loyalties

[itriironfist]

— WORKING MAN〔port raga in hutt space /// 3954BBY /// itri & liora 〕

@lioravirai

If Itri could help it, his only stops would be in Hutt Space. That was probably a very odd preference, but if you were to ask him, the shadier your surroundings, the less people actually paid attention to you, and while he didn't go around getting specifically involved in shady or illegal business, when people were more self-absorbed and worried about covering their own arses, no one would really bother you. Concisely, people minded their own damn business, which worked out perfectly for him.

Aside from not having to deal with prying eyes, there were also parts he couldn't get in more… reputable places. It was currently why he'd landed his piece of junk at Port Raga, smaller than most hubs, like Nal Hutta or Nar Shaddaa, but it suited his business just fine right now. Patting his ship as he exited, Itri paused when a piece of sheeting on the hull clattered loose on the ground. “You're shedding again,” Itri said, tone amused as he glanced up at the ship as though it could hear him. It was a miracle at all that the thing was space worthy, but that was evidence to both Itri's skill and his sentimentality. He'd had this thing for almost twenty years now, no reason why he should retire it when it still flew… sort of.

Tossing the sheet of metal back into the ship — he'd fix it later — Itri moved further into the port, hands in his pocket, a veritable giant where humans were concerned at 6’6”. For the most part, people moved out of his way, especially smaller species, and Itri, for all his qualities, had the flaw that he'd gotten so used to that fact, he didn't really watch where he was going anymore at this point.

As soon as he collided with something — someone — he looked down, though, and raised his eyebrows. An easy grin appeared on his face, even as his eyes searched the face he was now confronted with with some vague recognition. There was a hint of familiarity that he couldn't place. “'Scuse me, love. Didn't see you there? You're good?”

#.thrd #siderealliora #lioravirai #location: port raga #year: 3954 #working man #with: sian

[itriironfist]

— THE GREAT ESCAPE 〔dreviad medcenter on tatooine /// 3954BBY /// itri & vin 〕

@javnennavok 

The landing outside of the Dreviad outpost was a bumpy one, given that Itri had a hard time remaining conscious. Sweat dripping down his face entirely unrelated to the desert climate of the planet, he couldn’t recall actually getting to the medcenter, or even being treated. When he’d come to, the medical staff had claimed that by all accounts, he ought to be dead, and that it was a miracle that he was still breathing, much less that he’d made such a quick recovery. It wasn’t a miracle, of course — it was training and force of will; little pun intended.

Against the staff’s advise, Itri made quick leave, his shoulder still bandaged and aching — no doubt there’d be severe scarring around the wound from the scorching of the blaster. If he stayed longer, people might think to look into exactly why or how he’d survived where anyone else might not have, and he couldn’t afford such scrutiny. He’d not survived as long as he did in times like this by being obvious about his Force-sensitivity, and the less time he spent in any given place, the better he was off, ultimately.

When he finally reached his ship, however, it looked worse for wear. Itri thought he’d landed it decently, by the front was nuzzled in the sand, and there was black smoke coming out of a vent that could only mean trouble. “Stars be damned,” he growled out aloud, punching a button on the back of the cargo hold to get the ship to open — a piece of cobbled together junk, really — and climbed into it. A quick inspection made it clear that the landing was rough than he’d thought and it wouldn’t fly until some repairs were made.

With a sigh, Itri dropped out of the ship again and leaned against it, rubbing his face with one hand, before reaching towards his injured shoulder. He needed tools to repair it, and from the condition of his shoulder, he was in no shape to do the possible heavy lifting that would be necessary. In short, he was screwed.

#.thrd #siderealjavnen #javnennavok #location: tatooine #year: 3954 #the great escape #with: thanh

[itriironfist]

Despite having grown up with nothing, Itri has always remained positive in his outlook on life. His eidetic memory and his distinct ability to understand things almost instantly made him a very capable engineer (and wannabe pilot) at an incredibly young age. Itri has always thought meeting new people and learning from them is what personal progress is. His thirst for technological and engineering knowledge is surpassed only by his Force sensitivity, perhaps.

Indeed, though, if you asked if Itri would trade his sensitivity, he’d do so in a heartbeat. The Force is often leveraged as Light and Dark in the world’s eyes, whereas he lives in shades of grey. While protective, generally good-natured, and generous, Itri doesn’t care for extremism and black-and-white, light-and-dark thinking in any form. His morality is as grey as his handling of the Force.

Even though it’s hard to get Itri to take many things seriously, there are a few things he does; what they are, however, you’ll be hard pressed to discover, because he keeps them very close to mind out of a healthy sense of paranoia. He doesn’t trust anyone but himself, and he feels he’s earned the right to that stance. Regardless, you’ll find him to at least come across as open and charming, with an easy smile (a smile that means nothing, because he’ll just as soon punch you in the face wearing one). He’s very easy-going, but just as much reserved, and you’ll never know what his true thoughts, opinions, or meanings are unless he wants you to know, or until it’s far too late.

「 Written by Ghost. 」

#.abt