I'm trying to dip my toe back in a little bit. In that vein I would love to find someone interested in my Disney/Legends Canon Blend. Especially the one where Allana ends up as her Uncle's apprentice/a Knight of Ren. If anyone else is interested then please reply to this post or otherwise hit me up so we can talk.
Ben knew about an older sister, but the words he had always been told was that she was presumed dead, killed by villains just before the isles creation who were looking for a quick revenge on his parents for creating the Isle. His mother still have baby pictures lining her office. He’d shaved by this point, but his teeth hadn’t quite receded from their beast form. Something that the King of Auradon was just going to have to live with now - though he’d quite liked the beard, het might regrow it.
“Hey…” What a blonde girl spoke to him he looked ot her with a smile but his breath caught - she looked so much like mom, just blonde like his father was in his youth. There had been reports of lost children being found on the isle, so what if it as possible? What if his sister survived and ended up with the villains who took her. Ben was an endless source of optimism, so that that his immediate conclusion and he smiled sadly at her. “Mom still has your baby photo’s up…”
Allana paused, thrown off by the way he seemed to recognize her immediately. But when she actually processed what he said it startled her even further, the carefully bland expression she’d been wearing melting into one of vulnerability for a brief moment before she took control of it again.
“She does? Huh, I would have expected them to just pretend I’d never existed.” She replied, shrugging like it didn’t matter to her either way. “Anyway, I figured I should let you know I’m around before you start getting reports of me. Less of a shock that way.” She explained, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket in a move meant to show nonchalance. But her shoulders were a touch too tight, jaw too set, for things to be as casual as she was acting.
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While very skilled with a bow, Aislin's preferred weapons are a single-handed battle axe in her main hand and a simple anelace dagger in her off hand.
@magicendures sent a meme for Raven
“It’s not real. Remember, it’s not real.”
Aislin swallowed and nodded, trying to ignore the shadows dancing at the edges of her vision. She wasn’t sure who she’d pissed off to get this curse, but she knew that giving in to the things it showed her would only intensify the effects. And she needed to stay strong against it until they could find a fix.
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@magicendures sent a meme for Raven
Aislin paused as she entered her room, frowning at the sight of Raven in such a state. “Raven?” She asked softly, carefully approaching the bed so as not to startle him.
Born Analise Woods to the Huntsman and his wife, she was stolen away by the Evil Queen in a final act of vengeance for her father’s betrayal. Growing up on the Isle she never knew her name, simple called for by ‘serving girl’ or ‘brat’ by the Queen when she was needed. Around the age of eight she met Raven, son of Maleficent, who eventually granted her the name Aislin. Ever since then she has felt connected to him, staying close whenever she could get away from her duties.
AISLIN’S TAGS: tbd
send me “ unexpected guest “ for my muse ( receiver’s ) to find your muse ( sender’s ) asleep in mine’s bed, injured and exhausted, after having broken into my muse’s home.
I’m getting the itch to get going on here again and I’d really love to kick it off with some Legends/Sequel Series Mashup RP. I’ve got a great idea involving Allana and how she could fit and I’d love to do something with her joining the Knights of Ren with her uncle due to her discovery of being a Solo but never having experienced that life. Maybe Kylo could convince her she was abandoned rather than kidnapped.
Or just something in my general TFA verse, with Rey or Finn, would also be good.
You stumble out of a mirror and into a whole mess of your own reflections staring back at you. Outside of that, you see a carnival and beyond that, the outlines of a massive neon city in the distance, surrounded on the edges by dark hills. The moon is large and looming overhead and it casts a slightly unsettling blue-green hue to everything it reaches. Welcome to Revelry Junction.
Come join us in Revelry Junction! We’re a great group of people who’d love to expand our community with more players, so give us a look!
“Me?” Jaina’s tone was laced with incredulity, though it was at least a little bit of an act. It was probably more likely that she was the one who had someone chasing her, after all. “Let’s see. Sith? Pirates? Rogue whatever… take your pick. Perks of being a Jedi.” She gave an exaggerated sigh, debating the best course of action, outrunning it or putting up a fight.
“And here I thought it was mostly a family trait.” Jag quipped in return, tone still dry as a Tattooine summer. He studied the ships a little more, while bringing up their targeting system in case they needed to slug it out. “Looks like pirates to me, ships are pretty eclectic and in rough condition. What’s our play?”
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“Well, we’re not on fire. Yet.” Jag replied dryly, eyes darting across the screens in front of him with a small frown the only outward sign of distress. “But we’ve got multiple target locks on our engines, from a frankly staggering variety of ships. Who did you piss off this time?”
The past more or less decade of Ja’reli’s life had been spent back and forth between the Chiss Ascendancy and the new Galactic Empire, now under the rule of the Fels. Officially she had resigned her post at Chiss intelligence to serve under the new Emperor and his wife, though they hadn’t carried the titles at the time. She’d made friends with the Skywalkers and by extension the Solos, and there had been need of a security force for the retiring Head of State Fel that she was was happy to take up.
She’d spent most of her time with the pair, looking out for their blossoming family and then assuring their safety in the empire, but as the young ones had grown older and the Imperial Knights had begun to establish themselves and Ja’reli had been somewhat less necessary. She took the occasional job for the Ascendancy when it was helpful for both entities and her intelligence skills were necessary, as she was doing now.
She’d been watching the bar full of people for several minutes, having noted the arrival of a familiar face though not entirely sure what she was doing there. At least, not until Ana dropped into a seat at her table with drinks in hand and the Chiss met her gaze with a small grin. “Ana, I’m assuming they did not send out out here with a message for me, so what have you gotten in to?” Ana was no longer the little girl she’d been when they met. She was grown now. She took the drink slid to her, sipping it with an amused gaze at Ana.
Ana shrugged, taking a long pull of her drink in order to drag the moment out and then smirking over the edge of the glass.
“Just Knight business. Some stuffy collector has a bunch of old Jedi stuff, and claims to have some things scavenged from the lost temple on Yavin IV. But he’s dragging his feet on selling, probably trying to get the attention of the Jedi as well and start a bidding war.” She huffed out an annoyed breath at the very idea of being stuck in a bidding war against whoever the Alliance sent. If they sent anyone. Theft was sounding better the longer she thought about it.
“What about you? What kind of job has you out here?” She turned the question around, still tabling the stealing option for the time being. Though it sounded even more appealing now that she had someone she might be able to convince to help her.
Adding a selective test muse for a bit, just to see if I can get him to vibe. Say hello to Jagged Fel!
“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”
— Ernest Hemingway
