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vintagevibessketch · 2 months

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New star wars oc new star wars oc new star wars oc

I finally found the motivation to draw him

Anyway, his name is Darév Roh, he's a zabrak (dathomirian), former sith apprentice, trained in the ways of the darkside by the same master as Zaya (my other sw oc) but also redeemed so he becomes a jedi.

More info about his story below:

He is supposed to appear first in esb (yes, it's another original trilogy oc) at 14 years old. During a mission Zaya is sent by the rebels, he is chasing her, and trying to kill her, but it's defeated so he has to retreat.

The two eventually meet again when Darév gets Zaya to her former master. There, Zaya discovers a conspiration and at first Darév doesn't believe her. Then the evidence start to pop out and they make an alliance to defeat the sith. (this would happen after rotj)

Later, during a fight (more like a duel), Zaya is supposed to kill Darév but she refuses to. After realising he was wrong all this time (and that he was just a tiny pawn in a bigger scheme) he asks Zaya if she could teach him the ways of the jedi and she accepts to take him as her padawan (actually he's the first student in Luke's academy and the first to succeed).

I haven't figured out how he would die but I'm considering it.

At first he would be a bit of an angsty teenager (think of Zuko from atla), but at least he becomes wiser with time.

He is portrayed above after he becomes a jedi (age 18-19). His sith design is slightly different.

#star wars #star wars oc #oc #original character #star wars original character #star wars original trilogy oc #sw oc #star wars original trilogy #zabrak #star wars zabrak #zabrak oc #drawing #my art #digital art #character design #character development #sith apprentice oc #jedi oc #star wars darév oc

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for-the-sake-of-color · 7 months

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Wasn't feeling too well today so instead of working on anything serious i did a fun lazy little draw the squad to pass the time of Nihlus, Aida, and Jet

I like to think of it as the informal version of the master/apprentice portrait that she never would have gotten in the order because she was going to fail out. Since Nihlus agree'd to train her as a Mandalorian (since he wont torture her into a true sith) She decided to have their portrait done in the traditional jedi style in celebration. Captain Jet is technically the leader of Nihlus reforged Eldar clan, so he get's the center spot in both, for better or for worse

Anyways those artists that line shit in a similar but darker color are stronger than ill ever be. My ass is going back to black outlines that shit took way too long (except maybe around their faces. much to ponder)

Here's the old Master/Padawan portrait and the base for the draw the squad

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wenalena · 9 months

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I don't have drawing them together since a long time ago ! I will post very soon my fanfiction about them (absolutely no romance) I have finished the translation of my two first chapter and I very excited (and stressed) to share this with someone else than my partner <:')

I offer you the resume :

Thirty-three years ago the Empire was gone and the New Republic continued to solidify its relationship across the galaxy.

June leads a more than peaceful life on Naboo where her mother's business thrives. She lacks nothing and her future seems all mapped out as well as those of her friends. Well, all of this was before one of his friends decided to rob a cartel and put a target on their backs. Although she had always dreamed of adventure, June would have done well without this kind of trouble. Forced to run away, their ship crashes on Tatooine where they find a strange jewel. In contact with him, the young lady will realize that she is perhaps not so normal and that her universe could end up upside down forever.

#You have no idea how I love writing on them #Maul's apprentice #Maul #Darth Maul #June #My oc #Oc #SW oc #star wars oc #oc #sw oc #jedi oc #Ghost Maul #sith apprentice #Father and daughter #Star wars #Zabrak #human oc

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pileofsith · 1 year

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Nameless Part Nine - Alien Page 7/8

Introduction to Tion Medon (the erstewhile Port Administrator to Utapau), and to a young crayon art and mammal facts enthusiast. Note: text in angle brackets is speech in Utapaun language.

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Part I Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 Part II Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 Part III Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 Part IV Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 Part V Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 Part VI Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 Part VII Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 Part VIII Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 Part IX Navigation: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

#today's update features a very special collab on the second panel #my young sith apprentice Tara drew the grass and assorted scribbles she did such a good job #nameless comic #reva sevander #inquisitor reva #tion medon #pau'an #tanvi #sw oc #I swear I am introducing these random pau'an children for a reason #not a very big reason but I do need Reva to have some sort of prior connection to the locals and to a few kid characters #they'll be gone within a page and the next chapter ain't so twee so no worries

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evesartblog · 1 year

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training. Both for cults. Jedi padawan Eve Tiylla, a Jedi commander in the clone wars, later a general. Order 66 survivor, the order was carried out shortly after she became a general.

Kanre Voldos, Sith Apprentice. Commanded huge legions of droids alongside her master. Later became an Inquisitor.

#star wars #artwork #clone wars #star wars fanart #clone wars fanart #tcw #clone wars drawings #kick ass jedi #jedi #jedi padawan #jedi commander #Jedi training #Sith #sith apprentice #Jedi oc

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vandyrix · 11 months

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REALLY big apologies for disappearing here, I just had no idea what to draw nor contribute that is based around the fandoms I usually draw.

But I'm back! And a little bit too invested in Star Wars now, albeit still new to the fandom. So here, have my definitely not a Sith Padawan as compensation. Her name is Vayne, please treat her well. <3 (Sith variant below cut)

Bonus ship art:

Yes that is the same shitling. Enjoy <3

#star wars #sw oc #oc #original character #sith apprentice #padawan #oc: Vayne Neth #oc x canon #ahsoka tano #i am new to star wars pls talk to me about it #love yall <3

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andreuromero · 5 months

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Little brat is angry (because of her Master prohibited her to celebrate Christmas).

#artists on tumblr #artist on tumblr #digital art #fanart #oc #sketch #illustration #star wars #sith #sith apprentice #maul #lord maul #darth maul #maferu #mafer

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thedarkcoven · 10 months

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Bio of Darth Rayvin Ren

-Some of this info is/may be NONCANON so please do not come at me. This is for my OC and my story of my OC and Kylo Ren. This is for fun and to not be taken seriously. The edit is made by me and I ONLY take credit for the banner not the pics used-

Divider by: @saradika

Birth Name:

Anne V’Torr

Sith Name:

Darth Rayvin (Rayvin Ren - after marriage to Kylo Ren)

Birth place:

Chandrila

Current Home:

Star Destroyer/First Order Ship

Age:

27 (two-four years younger than Ben Solo/Kylo Ren)

Height:

5′0″ (152.40 cm)

Relationships:

mother ( Unknown-deceased)

father (unknown-deceased)

Poe Dameron - Ex boyfriend

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren- Master. Husband. Father of her children

Armitage Hux - Friend/Significant (intimate) partner Lea Briesje - Friend/Sister

Luna Ren/Solo (Daughter)

Huxley Ren/Solo (Son)

Groups:

Resistance (Former)

First Order (Current)

Sith (Current)

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Anne V’Torr grew up along side the young Jedi Knight Ben Solo. At a young age she would often do tasks for her mother. In a hurry she ran into the young Prince, knocking the times from her small arms onto the floor. Ben Solo chuckled and told her everything is okay and helped her with gathering her things and helping her back to her home.

Ben would often spend time with young Anne, finding excuses to use her Force to do little tricks to make her smile. Years passed and Ben comforted her in the loss of her parents when they were out working as Resistance Fighters. She would spend most of her remaining days quiet and with Ben. It wasn’t until the day he left for Jedi training that she felt like she lost everything.

It wasn’t until years later when she joined The Resistance to get revenge for her parents. There she met a young pilot by the name of Poe Dameron who encountered a similar fate of losing his parents. They bonded together as pilots and the burning fire that raged within them to get the revenge they craved so badly. Every night a man in dark robes plagued her dreams. Something was familiar about him. After a few years of being with Poe they decided to stay friends, allies in the Resistance. Work became their main priority after all.

Years after joinign the Resistance a bit after her 23rd birthday she encountered the very man who plagued her thoughts and dreams at night. Before she could call for backup the man placed his hand up and forced her into slumber, carryign her limp body onto his ship.

When she woke she struggled against her restraints, panic taking over as she noticed her surrounds were of not Resistance but First Order. The sound of the door wooshing open made her freeze in place as the masked man stepped foot into the dark room.

“I finally found you.” He spoke sending chills up her spine.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?” She snipped.

“A friend.” He answered softly, stepping closer to Anne.

“I am no friend of The First Order. You’re a monster!”

“That may be true but there is no denying that you easily let me into that head of yours, Anne”

The man before her moved his hands up to his helmet, a wooshing sound as the front plate moved upward before he removed it, revealing who he was to her.

“Ben?” Tears filled her eyes at the man she thought she would never see again.

“Not anymore. Ben Solo is dead. I am Kylo Ren and I am going to show you how to embrace your powers so you dont have to hide them anymore. Let me show you that path.” A smirk appeared on the dark haired prince’s face as she nodded. “Good... From this day forward you shall be known as Rayvin. My apprentice.”

#rayvin ren #darth rayvin #master kylo ren #kylo ren x my oc #armitage hux x my oc #bio of rayvin ren #darth rayvin apprentice of Kylo Ren #rayvin wife of kylo ren #partner of general hux #sith oc #star wars oc #star wars oc bio #inspired/based off my rp

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swtorpadawan · 2 years

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NPC Profile: Lerrek Serrus

Standard intro, 101.

Uli is logical like that.

Spoiler: He is not proud his family are slaves.

I mean... even the Imperials call it an occupation.

This guy is having a bad day. (Don’t worry, dude. Zenith is about to shoot you.)

We all have to accept when we’ve made poor life choices.

Serrus only gets 45 seconds of screen time, but he leaves an impression. Even as a Sith Apprentice, he realizes that his actions are not going to work out. His semi-independence - he’s out on assignment guarding Imperial officers while he should probably kept on a shorter leash - is a rare mis-step for Darth Lachris, one of my favorite Sith from the game.

Its also telling on how the Sith Empire actually operates.

Unfortunately, we don’t get any follow-up concerning Lerek Serrus, and that’s a pity.

The Jedi Consular story is full of NPCs who get interesting introductions, and then are tossed aside without follow-up.

Honestly, things like this are one of my biggest issues with the J.C. story.

#swtorpadawan talks #lerek serrus #oc: ulannium kaarz #qyzen fess #chief trabier #trabier #sith empire #npc spotlight #swtor npc spotlight #sith apprentice #balmorra #darth lachris

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vintagevibessketch · 2 months

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I decided to give my girl Zaya some context so here she is in anh and esb!

I think I'll make another one for rotj and post-rotj (and maybe the sequels).

I wanted to write a little more but I didn't had enough space.

Also, sorry for my weird writing style

More info below the cut

In a new hope:

- her imperial outfit is black with shades of dark grey but she's wearing golden accesories and jewelry

-her torture in anh implies being locked in a tank filled with freezing cold water and then electrocuted

In the empire strikes back:

-refuses to belive that between her and luke is more than a friendship (but they also shared an awkward kiss)

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yubaba-yaga · 1 year

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spent my NYE watching Revenge of the Sith (top tier move tbh) and was instantly reminded of why i have thing for red flags, anakin shirtless unlocked something in me ❤️‍🔥

[photo of my OC Darth Bae, Sith Apprentice]

#goth cosplay #goth fashion #goth aesthetic #cosplay #sith cosplay #sith apprentice #dark side #star wars cosplay #star wars oc

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miraluking-respectfully · 11 months

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you know what i don’t think ensign temple has ever met another miraluka, before lyde. i don’t know that she’s ever heard of a miraluka. miss born on dromund kaas, raised an imperial fugitive and then gone to work for the chiss for ages. it certainly adds another, funnier dimension to all the dialogue where she’s like “sir pwease don’t tell anybody i’m force-senstive q-q” while lyde is looking at her like. Babe Don’t You Even Worry About It. Solidarity

#the reason lyde herself was never under the same scrutiny is because her mother was a powerful sith #and her father was on the emperor's honor guard #after her sister ran away lyde's piece of shit darth grandad was gonna send her to korriban to basically get her killed #without needing to do it himself & then put pressure on his daughter to give him some do-over grandkids who would make better apprentices #but lyde's mother managed to narrowly convince him that lyde would do more good to the empire by joining the military #and then eventually intelligence #WHO SHE WOULD GO ON TO BETRAY!!!#HAHA SHOULDA KILLED HER WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE FUCKERRRRRR #raina temple #imperial agent #oc: lyde aniteon #swtor

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bardic-tales · 1 year

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Of Lords and Apprentices

Characters: f:SI, Jaesa Willsaam

Fandom: Star Wars, The Old Republic

Word Count: 2219

Warnings: Violence

Rating: Mature

Premise: Jaesa Willsaam has been expressing a romantic interest toward Cyras’ mate, Vaene. Cyras cannot let such an insult stand.

Author's Note: This was written many years before I developed the running story arc for these characters. It's a nice read, but it's not brought up in any material I wrote in 2018 and onward. It was written in 2012.

OF LORDS AND APPRENTICES

Dim light reflected off her dark, leather robes. Darkness lined the corridor, shadowing all in its inky embrace. She preferred the solitude in the star ship. It comforted her, speaking to a part of her that she carried since she was a slave. Even though she tried, that simple part of her could not be shed. It clung to her as if it was a large twisting branch of a deaden tree reaching for the poisoned sky of Quesh.

Anger wrapped itself firmly around her like a cocoon. It seethed, bubbling vigorously at the edges of her mind. Unlike most of her kind, the pure-blooded female controlled her wrath. She was not a slave of her emotions. The young woman could bottle them up like a bartender placed a cap on a bottle of Jama Juice.

Strands of lifeless, thin, ebony hair fell forward and covered her twin fiery orbs. Her thinning hair was a product to the mastery of the force. She suspected that she would loose all the features that made her beautiful by the time she massed the amount of power she wished.

She sneered. Of course, losing her beauty was a small price to pay. When she had unlimited power, she would not worry about how she looked. People would look upon her and fear her. That was enough for her.

Her footsteps echoed hollowly down the hallway. The air inside the ship wrapped its invisible, lifeless tendrils around her pale throat, trying to squeeze the anger out of her.

Even with her intense control, she felt the rage sputtering inside of her like boiling water. The emotion hissed, splattering against her heart. She breathed in, focusing the searing emotion in front of her mind.

“Lord Cyras,” a soft, masculine voice called out to her. The false respect laced the edge of his voice like venom coating a blade.

Without looking at him, she knew who he was. This man greeted her with her title whenever she boarded the ship. He welcomed everyone who was a higher rank in the military like a puppy welcoming his master home. She found his admiration to be valuable. After all, what woman in her right mind did not want to be greeted when she first arrived anywhere.

“Should I inform Lord Vaene of your arrival?”

Lord Vaene, her mind whispered to her. The anger clenched inside of her again. In its ferocity, she almost doubled over. The Lord of that particular ship belonged to her. It was fated since their former master, Lord Dalek Vitorre, had taken a pure-blood as an apprentice.

Because of another circumstance, she did not want the owner of the vessel to know that she was there. It was ironic in a sort of way. Even though she had her own ship, a well equipped Fury, she preferred to travel on his vessel. The pirate knew how to fly the starship, and she wanted to be close to her mate.

“No, Captain,” she growled. Fury welled up inside of her again. She was unable to push it down. Like a wild fire racing among dead brush, it raged and forced her to see anything but red. Of course, she should have basked in the glorious emotion.

“Very well,” the dark haired man replied. “He is in his chambers.”

Cyras did not need to ask what his master was doing in his chambers. The woman already knew. Whether it was by looking at star maps or reading background reports on his targets, he always was one step ahead of those who he sought to destroy. It was one of the reasons that he was the Right Hand of his master.

Her mate, Vaene, was perfection. His sanguine skin sang of his ideal heritage. As seen by tests on Korriban, she knew that the red marks were diluted amongst the higher hierarchy of the Sith. It was no surprise that her Lord would take another Sith Pure-blood as his mate. Even as diluted as she was, it did not matter to him. His own blood would counteract the high traces of human in her own. Their children would go on to become powerful Sith, repopulating the Order with their kind.

Instead of going to his chambers, she veered left. Others would thought her lost. She had been on that ship many times. In truth, she knew exactly where she was going.

For her acceptance (or the illusion of her freedom) of his demand, she had one request of him. He was to remain faithful. Although she felt strong emotions, she did not require it because she loved Vaene. Love rarely played a part in the marriage and relationships of Sith Lord. Their arrangement was about strength and power (along with populating the ranks of Sith with their children). With her pure-blooded mate and their combined strengths, they would be able to remove their respective masters.

Pushing her hair from her face, she inhaled. She reached up and pulled the leather hood over her hair and face. The shadows comforted her, stoking her fury.

Standing in the doorway of her target destination, she let her eyes adjust to the sparse lightning. Again, the anger inside of her churned. Red haze colored her gaze. She would have liked to relish in the fury, basking in its blinding ambiance. The emotion was as seductive as any cantina slave.

The engine hummed quietly, vibrating through the ship. Vaene always took excellent care of the ship and made upgrades to it whenever it was possible. She thought it was one of the ships with the most defense in the galaxy. Of course, her pirate friend would state that something could always be added to the Fury.

In the middle of the floor, bathed in complete darkness, her mate’s apprentice sat. Like Cyras, dark shoulder-length hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her hands rested on her knees.

As she waited for the other woman to notice her, she knew she would be waiting for quite some time. She understood what the other woman was doing. Much like she was not to long ago, Vaene’s apprentice was trying to focus on her anger and bring the emotion to the center of her mind.

Of course, she knew what the fury was about. She understood that, also. They both shared a twin wrath. In fact, the apprentice was the reason why she was on that ship in the first place. It would have been regret if Cyras had the ability to feel compassion.

The other woman was not paying attention to anything else, a product of her inexperience. Growing up underneath the thumb of Lord Vitorre, her former master, Cyras knew that being unaware of her surroundings would lead to abuse and death. Her mate’s apprentice did not have that background.

It was foolish to think about. This woman thought she was safe on her master’s ship. After all, nothing would have the audacity to attack him. The apprentice worshiped her master, becoming blind to anything else. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Cyras knew the sadistic tendencies of Lord Vaene. He threatened to skin people and eat them raw. While many thought it was an intimidation tactic (or a joke at worst), many did not know about her mate’s unusual appetite. He would never consume a pure-blood, but he had no qualms thinning out the rest of the galaxy’s population. Though the current threat was from an outside source, the apprentice was not even entirely safe with Vaene. He was certain to kill her if she ever failed him.

“Hello, underling.”

The apprentice stood up, kowtowing in fear. While the other woman did not shake, Cyras could smell the fear wafting off of her. If she was not as trained as well as she was, she would have missed it.

Anger welled up as Cyras gazed upon her. The only part of her that was visible to the other woman was the bottom of her pale chin and her lips. Black raced along her upper lip, completely covering it, and a small strip of ebony snaked vertically down the middle of her bottom. It was a striking complexion that Lord Vitorre had forced her to wear before Vaene had secured her freedom.

Silence stretched between them. Cyras liked the uncomfortable sensation roaring off of the other woman. Anger continue to build inside of her and threatened to reach a crescendo. The fury and uncomfortableness mixed and jerked together, combining into a powerful explosion.

“What do you need, Lord Cyras?” the other woman questioned carefully, trying her utmost to show the Sith Lord her due respect.Vaene’s apprentice had not been Sith long, and she was unfamiliar with the protocol. Cyras knew the best she could do was imitate how her master would act in that situation, and the other woman had guessed right. It was too bad that Cyras did not care about that.

“Your pain!” Cyras snarled as she brought her hands up gracefully. Violet lightning arced from her fingertips, into the apprentice’s body.

The other woman cried out in pain, her back arching. Branches of lightning glided gracefully over the curves of her breasts, the flat of her stomach, and planes of her hips. The burnt smell of fabric was alluring to Cyras.

Cyras was unrelenting, continuing her torture of the woman she viewed as a rival until she collapsed to the floor, still screaming and writhing in pain. Anger continue to flow through her, driving her motives. She called upon it and released it in jolts upon the apprentice.

Shock after shock jolt entered the younger woman’s body. Her screams were a symphony to Cyras, enticing the Sith Lord to increase her attacks like a Nexxu around the smell of blood. It excited her as it urged her into a frenzy.

Cyras stopped for a moment. A cruel smile touched the corners of her mouth.

“What is the meaning of this?” the apprentice managed after catching her breath.

The mere question infuriated Cyras more than anything. If Vaene had not accidentally left the com link open, she would never had considered this other woman a rival. Had she thought about the simple issue, she would have understood that her mate had left the channel open on purpose. Perhaps, he wanted to show her how desirable to others he was. He was conniving like that.

“What have I done to deserve this?”

“You forget your place,” Cyras hissed, “and you forget mine.”

Reaching up, the apprentice pushed sizzled hair out of her face. Most of her skin was unblemished. Cyras knew that the apprentice would not take on the physical appearance of her attack until later that week. It was the same as being struck by lightning. Wounds did not show up right away.

“I am a Lord of the Sith. I need no reason to do this. I could kill you on a whim, and no one would care or remember you.”

Inciting more of her ire, the apprentice did not answer her. Like a willful child, she simply stared up at the looming Sith. Hatred rolled off of her, and Cyras delighted in making the other feel as she did. She wanted to see her ruin, falling on her knees before her. However, she knew that her mate had taught his apprentice well. That would never happen.

Again, lightning arced from her fingertips crackling into the apprentice’s body. She wanted to teach her a lesson, something that she would never forget. There would be no forgetting her or her lesson.

Crying out once more, the other woman moved spasmodically from the pain wracking her. She jerked forward and backward on the floor. For a moment, Cyras was reminded of a fish out of water. Vaene’s apprentice had the intellectual capacity of one, she thought, bitterly.

Cyras relented once more, taking a moment to rest. She allowed her distaste of the woman to build inside of her. Clenching her teeth together, she glared at the trash on the floor before her.

Silence stretched before them again. The smell of the other’s burnt flesh and garments, mixing in the air, provided an inebriating aroma.

“If you must know, underling,” Cyras threatened, expressionlessly, “I see the way you eye your master and heard the way you talked to him. You fail to remember that not only is he above your station, Vaene belongs to me.”

When the other woman opened her mouth to protest, Cyras already knew what she would say would be a lie. There would be no way that Vaene would prefer her over the woman he liberated. Cyras shared a bond with her mate. It was something that she would deny if asked about, but the bond was still there. After all, the emotion for him was what drove her hatred for him.

“So I will remind you with pain. There will be no other reminders,” she continued, gnashing her teeth as she spoke.

As the other Sith was enveloped in the violet streaks emerging from Cyras’s fingertips, she convulsed uncontrollably on the floor. If anything, the lesson for the apprentice would have been that there was no where safe for her.

“If that fact slips your mind again, you will die.”

#writeblr #writing #fanfiction #angst #creative writing #swtor fanfiction #oc #jaesa willsaam #sith inquisitor #au: canon divergent #fd: star wars #bardic tales #fic: of lords and apprentices #one shot: swtor

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xivu-arath · 2 years

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🍉 and 🍋 for the OC of your choice!

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

okay this ask is cursed because not only did headaches get in the way of answering it, but then my browser crashed. anyways! (and then my internet went out and I had to copy and paste everything into a new inbox tab. life is not a fan of this one!!)

yes, meyrikh has a set of traditional sith jewelry - piercings, bracelets and necklaces - that was given to her by her master upon becoming a sith apprentice. this was a big deal for her, as due to unwise political bullshit, meyrikh’s family had lost everything and been torn apart. all she knew was that she was the child and grandchild of traitors

the gift acknowledged her to be part of a tradition, a lineage, and she’s very sentimental about it (and not nearly as good at hiding that as she would like to be)

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

probably the day when she also tapped into her force-sensitivity for the first time. she had been found out for a relatively small infraction, but she could feel that it would go very badly for her this time. so she hid, knowing it wouldn’t matter... but it did. the guards searched and couldn’t find her. she was forgotten

but vanishing so completely draws a different kind of attention. not long after she resurfaced, it was figured out that she had hidden herself using the force, and that meant being sent off to a whole different set of traumatizing experiences

#meyrikh #oc asks #character asks #this is one of my swtor characters!!#a not very canon inquisitor #mostly because she is a fucked up teen trying to stay safe in disastrous ways #and I want smaller scale stuff for her than the actual class story allows #so she's vibing off to the side instead #ideally I would either make her a less terrible master to apprentice under #or have it be someone else's sith since I make characters so slowly #anyways I am very fond of her #like an angry and hissing feral cat that can electrocute you #answered

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