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blizzardsofilum · 3 months
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My first character in SWTOR and the one I still play the most <3
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parseolegacy · 5 months
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Huevember day 18 - Child of light
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calmlycawingcrow · 2 months
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People have asked for it, so here's my Star Wars oc! Their name is Malan Minkar, they are a genderfluid Jedi and I am so very normal about them
They were part of the Jedi Order during the Clone Wars (Padawan for the first year, knight for the rest of it) and eventually decided the vibes were awful and they needed to get out, so they left
And then everything went to shit
Malan has been hiding out completely alone on the lower levels of Coruscant for a few years now, trying desperately to survive because as far as they're aware, if they die the entire Jedi Order dies
Then they got into a bar fight and now they're part of the early rebellion lol
There is so much more I can and will talk about with them but I feel like this is a good intro. If you have any questions feel free to ask!
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knamil · 1 year
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Die a rare-shipper or live long enough to see it made canon.
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akilahdrawssometimes · 6 months
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Pouty (•ˋ _ ˊ•)
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intheinkpot · 11 months
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Replaying the Visions in the Dark quest for the weekly objective gave me some inspiration to write a quick (and rough) snippet set post quest.
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Thorn studies Arlan turning her new lightsaber over and over in her hands. Gold and white with delicate swirling patterns etched into the hilt, a distinctive Zakuulan aesthetic. Arlan had been fairly tight-lipped about it, giving only the briefest explanation when she had suddenly reappeared in the war room, covered in dirt and mud with a new lightsaber gleaming on her hip. Then Aric Jorgan had disobeyed orders and accused Arlan of abandoning her post, and Arlan had withdrawn further and further throughout the night under the onslaught of Lana’s questioning and Senya and Koth's conviction that Arlan's decision to allow Kaylio's involvement in the mission had doomed it from the start.
Thorn had managed to diffuse the situation to the best of her ability, convincing Lana to take Arlan to get cleaned up. A suggestion Lana had readily taken to, perhaps needing only a slight nudge to redirect the anxious energy that had not abated at Arlan's return on base. Thorn can’t blame Lana - the last time Arlan suddenly disappeared, she had been trapped in carbonite for five years - but Lana’s need to understand what happened to Arlan, to ensure that it could not happen again, had blinded her to what Thorn could see clearly: whatever happened in the forest with Satele Shan, Marr’s ghost and Valkorian had shaken Arlan deeply.
For as open as Arlan seems, she is actually quite reserved. And so Thorn remains silent, waiting for Arlan to feel comfortable enough to speak.
"It used to be blue," Arlan says softly.
Thorn keeps her tone light, conversational. "What color is it now?"
Arlan ignites the lightsaber. The blade is a very light bluish purple, almost white, and it hums in a way Thorn finds almost comforting. It's beautiful, Thorn thinks, but far from the traditional blue associated with Jedi - the color of Arlan's previous lightsaber.
Thorn mulls over what to say before settling on asking carefully, "Does it bother you that it's changed?"
It's obvious that it does, but she hopes Arlan will tell her without her having to guess why.
Arlan turns off her lightsaber and stares at the hilt, a far away look in her eyes.
"Master Satele and Darth Marr told me that both the Jedi and the Sith were wrong."
Ah, Thorn thinks, there it is.
"Master Satele said she faced a choice when she found me unconscious in the forest. She could help me...or she could kill me."
Thorn grits her teeth. For someone who had given as much to the Order as Arlan to hear that someone they admired contemplated simply killing them... It's a thought Thorn knows would never have crossed Arlan's mind if the situation had been reversed.
Arlan hesitates. "All I ever wanted was to be a Jedi. To help people. Protect them. Keep the peace. I've tried so hard but even Master Satele...and she said she'd help me become something more but then she just left - "
Left me, Thorn hears even though Arlan doesn't say it.
Arlan brings a knee up to her chest and rests her chin on it and wraps her arms loosely around her leg. She stares out over the Odessan wilderness, lost in thought. The lightsaber rotates slowly in the air in front of her over the edge of the cliff face they're sitting on. Thorn wonders if Arlan thinks of dropping it, letting it crash down onto the rocks below.
Thorn shifts closer and nudges Arlan's shoulder with her own. "We hardly need her. You have me," she teases. "Surely I'm better than a hermit and a ghost."
Arlan's lips quirk upwards into the first smile Thorn has seen on her face since she disappeared the night before. "You’re certainly something, that's for sure."
Smiling, Thorn rests her head on Arlan's shoulder. She allows the companionable silence to linger a moment longer before she says, "I am sorry, you know." She tilts her head to look up at Arlan's face, but Arlan keeps her gaze pointedly straight ahead. "You deserve better than this."
For once Arlan does not protest or try to pretend she is fine. She blinks back tears and takes a shaky breath.
"Thank you," she whispers and rests her head against Thorn’s.
They stay there until the sun begins to set, and Arlan sighs.
"If I'm not back before sundown, Lana might start tearing Odessan apart," she says with a fondly amused smile.
"Oh, well if I'll get to see Lana heroically flexing her muscles, we have to stay - hey!" Thorn protests when Arlan picks her up easily and sets her on her feet.
Arlan laughs. "You won't have to deal with calming her down after."
"Oh, I can think of a few stress relieving activities I could help Lana with," Thorn purrs, and Arlan rolls her eyes, amused.
Though their conversation remains light-hearted, Thorn feels the shift happening, the closer they get to the base, as Arlan becomes the Alliance Commander - something like Jedi Master Arlan Sinoss but not quite, a new facet of her personality to put forward, another persona that is not unauthentic but rather...incomplete.
"There you are," Lana says, slightly breathless, approaching them briskly, "I was starting to worry."
Arlan smiled softly. "I told you I would be with Thorn."
"That's what worried me," Lana drawls.
Arlan chuckles and pulls her into a hug. She murmurs something into Lana’s hair that Thorn can’t hear, and Lana relaxes in her embrace, resting her head contentedly on Arlan's shoulder. Thorn smiles slightly. She meets Lana’s eyes, gives her a nod, and wanders off to find Rin.
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Bonus pics of Thorn (ft her favorite mount) and Arlan!
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matchademi · 7 months
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Thinking about touch starved jedi
The first time one of the troopers pat them on the back, they almost start crying
Miwa really only got hugs from her master and Anakin and occasionally Quinlan when he was around and they always make sure their skin doesn't touch hers. Very painful reminder that not everyone dose that
Lyra is used to using physical contact as a tool to get through missions, so the first time one of the clones hugged her, she punched them
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Grim Kennet - Masterlist | All Canon Fics in chronological order
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The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Part I: The Calm (22-21 BBY)
One Day (21 BBY)
Homesick (21 BBY)
Understanding (21 BBY)
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The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Part II: The Clouds (21-20 BBY)
the truth that nobody knows (21 BBY)
after the war? (20 BBY)
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The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Part III: The Rain (20-19 BBY)
I'm Here (20 BBY)
Protector (20 BBY)
"i never wanted this" (19 BBY)
Before The Storm (19 BBY)
The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Part IV: The Storm (19 BBY)
The Roof (19 BBY)
The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim "Deleted Scene" - Obi-Wan tells Padmé about Anakin (19 BBY)
still hope (19 BBY)
Live Today And Live Tomorrow (19 BBY)
Rue and Ben Kenobi (19 BBY)
Not Your Fault (19 BBY)
nothing lasts forever (some things aren’t meant to be) (19 BBY - 16 BBY)
his hope (17 BBY)
"Why don't you hate me?" (17 BBY)
Grim's final note to Obi-Wan (16 BBY)
this is our life (and we lost it) (16 BBY)
Not Even A Goodbye (16 BBY)
Alone (16 BBY)
Grim's Nightmare (15 BBY)
Rue's Reflection (15 BBY)
Missing You (15 BBY - 14 BBY)
As Long As There's Light Prologue (15 BBY)
The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Epilogue (14 BBY)
ghosts (14 BBY)
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As Long As There's Light (0 BBY - 4 ABY)
Grim's laughter (0 BBY)
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There Is Peace (14 ABY)
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Fading... (28 ABY)
And All Things End (28 ABY)
As Long As There's Light Epilogue (28 ABY)
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sullustangin · 10 months
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Rating: M
Pairing: Doc Kimble/Jedi Knight ....... and Theron Shan/Smuggler....
Quick Quote:
Doc stared at “unknown.”  Silently, he activated the tracer mod that an ex-girlfriend had given him.  Just to know who’d come a-calling.
Imperial Space.  Private line.  Dark Council.
Doc knew.  T7 picked up the small data modification and chirped. 
Norwan had said enough about Yavin to know who’d call him like this.  For this. 
He stared at his husband, the words just not coming.  He had no wit tonight.
T7 broke the silence.  “Jedi = going to Wild Space?  T7 + Jedi = Team?”  He ruminated for a few moments before spitting out, “Idea = Good?  Jedi = Strong Enough….?”
Norwan sighed, knowing he’d been found out.  “The galaxy isn’t getting better with me out of it.”
“It’s not going to get better with you in it; you just might end up dead,” Doc immediately shot back.  He knew he was wrong though.
Deep down, Doc Kimble wanted to help heal the galaxy after the war was over.  He wanted to give little kids prosthetics that let them play, and he wanted to give adults eyes to see their lovers again.  The fighting had to stop long enough to do that.  Someone had to stop the fighting. 
He didn’t want it to be Norwan, just this once.
Doc didn’t want him to go on crusade.  Not after Yavin, when everything became worse.  Not after he thought he’d dropped dead in the garden.  Not after he’d become so weak after Korriban.  Archie was so selfish, but making Norrie be selfish ‘just this once’ had been the best idea Doc ever had.  (The second runner up was stowing Seeger in the hold for like six months in preparation for their speedy wedding.) 
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blizzardsofilum · 2 months
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The Call of the Kyber
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sunderedazem · 1 year
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What is Cor’s relationship like with Orgus?
Oh. Oh, its.../gestures at my blog header/ yeah. Yeah. I'm just gonna put some snippets from "Crescent Moon Rising" of them. Oh god they're best duo. Dad and Son. But Jedi. 😭💙
“That was very well-handled, Corrain,” he said, his tone kind even as it was brusque. “And well done with your mission to help the Twi’leks as well. But you must be tired after what you’ve managed to accomplish today - it might be time for some sleep.”
It was an astute observation, but not one that Corrain could honestly say he appreciated, and against his better judgement he made a face, huffing. Orgus’s smile grew by a few teeth, the older man chuckling lightly even as Corrain puffed up in indignation.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Padawan, I can see the bags forming under your eyes,” his master said, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Whippersnappers like you need to go to bed early anyway so you grow tall and strong.”
Corrain’s jaw dropped, but the smile on his teacher’s face was infectious and in spite of the indignant offense he was most certainly taking against the unwarranted commentary, he found himself struggling not to laugh at the teasing.
“Master!” he complained, fighting a smile. “I’m eighteen, I’m no whippersnapper - and I’m fine, I can do more if-”
Orgus shook his head then, silencing his student in midsentence.
“You’ve done enough today, Corrain. More than enough. I’m proud of you.” The crows’ feet at the corners of Orgus’s dark eyes crinkled like fine rice paper, gaze fixed on Corrain’s face. And for the life of him, Corrain couldn’t seem to form the words to respond, his mouth completely dry, shaken by the praise.
Orgus is. So incredibly Dad. He's just. Parent Shaped! And he treats Corrain like an adult, yes, but he's also very liberal with the "good job kiddo" and Corrain is barely 18 and trying so hard to be the best Jedi ever and Orgus just keeps telling him "it's okay. You've done enough, you've done well" 🥺
And another one-
And then he fell off the pallet and promptly landed on his elbow, sending a surge of painful fuzz through his arm and up his shoulder.
“Ow! Karking-”
“Padawan.”
He froze, then looked up with wide eyes to see Orgus gazing down at him, the corner of his mouth twitching even as he tried to look slightly disapproving. Meanwhile, on the holo, Satele waited calmly, watching them both with something like amusement in her gaze. Ah. Right. Frick.
“Uh. Sorry. Good morning?”
Oh, Orgus was definitely holding back a smile, and from the sighing from the Grand Master, it looked like she knew it wholeheartedly. Corrain couldn’t help the heat that rose to his face, carefully untangling himself from the cloak that had been laid over him - was this his master’s? - and rearranging the pallet, which had been knocked askew when he’d fallen off the crates. Finally, Orgus took pity on him, shaking his head with some kind of fond exasperation.
“Good morning, kid. Get your head in order, then head out to talk to Ranna while I finish up with the Council, okay?”
Well, he was probably never going to live that down. T7 whistled cheerily at his side, bumping gently against his knee, burbling in amused Binary. Even the droid was laughing. He sighed.
“Yes master.”
And then Orgus is teasing him! And Satele's just there, already knowing these two are going to be full of Banter and resigning herself to it-
His master gave him a sharp look then, sternness passing across his craggy face like a shadow on a cliff face.
“Thus - I must be careful with you here,” Orgus said firmly. “You’re strong, yes, but you’re also very young, and I’d think you haven’t yet had much experience with the Dark Side as of yet. You’ll have to encounter it at some point, of course, but…Kaleth will be a trial for you. You must contact me immediately if you need help - I refuse to lose another Padawan.”
Corrain’s breath caught at the reminder of his master’s previous loss, and behind Orgus, Ranna and Moorint’s expressions had both visibly softened, understanding drawing them into sympathy. He swallowed hard, then nodded resolutely, meeting the troubled brown gaze head on.
“I will pass this trial, master,” he declared, folding his hands over each other in front of him. “And I will be careful.”
The promise seemed to reassure Orgus significantly, a wry smile deepening the lines at the corners of his mouth.
“You’d better be, or I’ll have you meditating in the Temple for the rest of your time here,” he warned, smiling. “Or worse, I’ll make you mediate Master Braga’s and Master Kaedan’s debates.”
A sudden chill rippled down Corrain’s spine, the wry grin on his master’s face remarkably mischievous - almost foreboding. Somehow, he didn’t think he wanted to know what Master Braga’s and Master Kaedan’s debates looked like - their opposing philosophies were already well-enough known to cause some contention among Jedi. However, the progenitors of those two schools of thought, engaging in debate?
Nope. He’d much rather be scrubbing freshers than dealing with that.
“Master, I thought the Jedi disapproved of cruel and unusual punishments.”
And they are Bantering! Orgus is being a Dad, he wants Corrain to be safe but he also knows Corrain can't be sheltered forever so he's trying to find safe ways to help Cor with the Kaleth Explorations- and then they banter, because Orgus is quippy and it makes Corrain smile and puts him at ease-
"You sit tight and assist the Twi’leks however you can until I return - you should be safe enough there, as long as you are careful when you explore Kaleth. And if you do see Bengal - contact me immediately. Do not engage him. Understand?”
Corrain nodded, dipping his head as Orgus wagged a finger at him reprovingly. The layer of calm weighed gently on his shoulders, like a thick blanket on a cold Alderaanian night, comfortable and cozy. Suddenly, he felt sleepy, exhausted from his two days of watchful caution in Kaleth and the return journey. Was the adrenaline finally starting to die down? Or was it the way the gentle warmth and peace of Tython’s presence and his master’s reassurance seemed to envelop him, lifting away the anxiety that kept him awake?
“I understand, Master - no sibling rivalries with the other Padawan or we’ll both be meditating in the Temple for a millennium,” he yawned, absently poking fun at the man before him- and before what he’d said could register, Orgus chuckled fondly.
“Alright, you little wisecracker, scoot to bed. I can update Ranna and Moorint on the rest of this without you falling asleep on me.”
“And whose fault is that?” Corrain muttered, sending a sulky little huff through the Force along the subtle current-within and grinned sleepily as Orgus rolled his eyes, still smiling.
“Go, Padawan.”
And Orgus using their budding Force Bond to make Corrain sleepy so his Padawan goes the fuck to sleep instead of trying to overextend himself-
Orgus is one of the only Jedi who not only will straight-up tell Corrain that he's done enough, it's okay for him to rest now, but he'll say that and Corrain will actually listen to him. They're similar people but Orgus sees a younger, more innocent version of himself in Corrain and he wants to protect that as much as he can, and Corrain sees a role model in Orgus, a trusted semi-parental figure he can look up to and learn from regardless of how skilled he becomes.
And then, of course...Corrain loses him. 😭😭😭😭
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calmlycawingcrow · 28 days
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Despite everything, it's still you
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reovyn · 4 months
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Ryon Reovyn, Jedi Knight, Hero of Tython.
"The Mandalorian Knight"
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trialsoftekira · 6 months
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Master Bern, that was where Tekira's thoughts were as she raced back to the sanctuary. The force spoke to her but uer mind was clouded as she run, using the ppwer she had to spurr onwards.
The sanctuary was aflame. The roar of ships flew overhead as Tekira looked on in horror. The war that had eluded their quiet little world had finally arrived, no provocation, no sign of defence. It was just smouldering ruins.
Searching the ruined sanctuary, Tekira felt the coldness of fear. She sensed her master. There was only silence amongst the rubble as she worked her way to the main chamber.
Her eyes widened in shock, the sight of her master on the ground was near too much to handle. Rushing to his side Tekira could do no more than speak, trying to wake him.
He murmed a little opening his eyes enough tp see his apprentice. "Tekira, no matter what, trust in the force, defend those who need it" and his eyes closed. Life had departed him.
Shedding a tear, Tekira took her yellow tunic off and covered her muster with it. Trying to groeve for a moment...then came a buzz and the sound of metallic steps on the ground.
Droids.
She looked up, armed battle driods, sith markings. The did not notice her at first. Tekira didnt give them an opportunity. Weapon in hand she leapt into the air, ignited Tekira spun and sliced tue droid in half, the others held back to process the sotuation. To them she was jist another target. But for Tekira, she was vengeance reborn, tottering on the edge of the dark side. It was an awakening.
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cherrybombfangirl · 11 months
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Omara O'Halla - OC Intro
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Name (full): Omara Celestia O'Halla
Other names: 'Mara', 'Mar' (Only by Obi-Wan), General O'Halla, Master O'Halla
Fandom/Appears In: Star Wars, appears in- Attack of the Clones, Revenge of the Sith, all seasons of Clone Wars, a couple episodes of Rebels?, Kenobi series, a couple of episodes of The Mandalorian, Ahsoka series
Age: 35 (Clone Wars), 40 (Kenobi), ??? (Mandalorian/Ahsoka)
Birthdate: N/A
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Personality: the cool wine aunt, chaotic neutral, bane of the Jedi Council’s existence, mischievous, expert on malicious compliance and passive aggressiveness, loveable rogue flying by the seat of their pants, goofy little gremlin who is a chaos bringer, hates rules, loves booze and teasing Obi-Wan, rebellious troublemaker
Gender ID: Fem-presenting Nonbinary, She/They
Sexuality: Aromantic Bisexual
Hair: Dark brown, naturally curly with tight coils, usually in a messy bun
Eyes: Dark brown with gold flecks
Skin: Medium brown with gold undertones
Faceclaim: Runita Westley (live action)
Identifying Features: white splatter birthmarks on neck, small scar on right cheekbone, blaster scar on upper left abdomen
Combat skills: Force Wielding, Lightsaber Wielding (dual wields two orange lightsabers), Combat Shooting (blaster)
Supernatural abilities: Force sensitive and fully trained
Disabilities: deaf in one ear from an explosion- does have a hearing aid the Republic built for her, but it has the same drawbacks as modern hearing aids
History/Background:
Omara and Obi-Wan were inducted into Jedi Training around the same age and were in the same padawan classes- their masters also knew each other. They grew up together, and became best friends within the first year of their training. By the time they graduated to Masters they had a bond closer than any best friends or siblings in the galaxy.
Obi-Wan has always been the golden child that follows all the rules to the letter and tries to keep the peace, while Omara is the more chaotic neutral, troublemaking and rebellious one- even as middle aged jedi masters. While training at the Jedi temple as young padawans, Omara was constantly trying to bend the rules, find loopholes in the code, and sneak out. This left Obi-Wan usually trying to stop her or having to cover for her.
(The Jedi Council favored him over pretty much every one else so he could get away with murder if he wanted- even if he never did. This meant he could take the blame for whatever Omara did and not get in as much trouble and the Council will still think he’s the perfect golden child. Omara doesn’t mind this at all, since she never really wanted the Council’s approval anyway and it meant she could do whatever she wanted.)
The two did have to split up for a few years as the war pushed the Jedi to spread out, but they tried to stay in contact as much as possible. They and Obi-Wan are reunited about halfway through the first season on Clone Wars, and she gets introduced to Anakin and Ahsoka. She becomes everyone’s favorite single, chaotic wine aunt. She also meets the 501st clones, and pretty much becomes their favorite single chaotic wine aunt too. Omara never really gets a padawan of her own, rather being the fun aunt to all the padawans, and she prefers it that way.
Relationships: No living blood family, Obi-Wan (brother figure), Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker (nephew and niece figures), The 501st Clones and her squad (work children), Duchess Satine Kryze (friend), Senator Padme Amidala (friend and ally)
Aliases: Jedi Knight/Master, Galactic Republic
Additional Notes/Facts:
Aromantic bisexual, aka “Guys and girls are hot and I want to kiss both and do the sex with both but dating and marrige is eww.” She doesn’t really get Obi-Wan wanting to date Duchess Satine/Cody, but is like “meh, to each his own I guess, if you really think they’re both that hot and wanna commit to that for life be my guest-”
Because of this, she’s had a lot of sexy flings with a lot of people, but never actually had a steady relationship with anyone or even considered it. They calls them all her ‘exes’ even though they’re really not bc she never had romantic feelings for or officially dated any of them
This is also why they're not worried about the Jedi Council finding out, bc she never had any emotional/romantic attachments to them so technically they can't get after her for it
doesn’t really like being called a woman or lady, especially in a condescending tone. But being referred to as sister and or aunt by family and friends (or Mommy/good girl by sexual partners) is fine, and she loves mix-matched pronouns and titles (i.e. they’re my aunt, she’s my sibling, Auntie Uncle, etc etc)
she really likes how the title of General/Master is also gender neutral, and gets a bit of gender euphoria when someone refers to them as General O’Halla or Master O'Halla
Calls Obi-Wan “Obi” (cause she knows it annoys him) when she’s in a teasing mood (which is most of the time). He calls her “Mara” or “Mar” for short, and nobody else gets to call her that
Her favorite ‘persuasion method’ is using the Force to slowly cut off the prisoner’s blood circulation/nervous system in a certain spot (arms or legs) until they lose use of their limbs (or they talk). It’s quick, painless and effective; which is why she loves it because one, technically speaking it’s not torture- so she won’t get in trouble, and two, it works like a charm almost every time.
Obi-Wan hates this ^^^
The bickering usually starts as passive agressive and petty comments, but if they go on long enough without being interrupted Obi-Wan and Omara will start acting more like little kids as they fight (even stick their tongues out at each other)
Angsty: Omara wasn't there during the events of A New Hope, she left a few years after the events of Kenobi to find Ahsoka and make sure she was ok- even though she wasn't there she felt when Obi-Wan died through the Force and she knew and it broke her because after everything and all the friends the lost in the war he was gone
going off that, in her old age Omara can see and talk to Force ghosts without them projecting- Ahsoka isn't sure if Omara can actually see them or if it's Omara's attempt to cope with the loss of her brother
the cool single aunt that all the kids love and all the parents lowkey hate
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Fanfic: Song of O'Halla (coming soon)
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akilahdrawssometimes · 5 months
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Fav girl at a weird angle 😂😂
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