Armor stories. Gimme. (Was going to go on Anon but you always guess it's me 😂)
What a shocker that Poxi the Enabler is here to enable me.
So I’ll answer to please you and ramble on for myself and I’ll also help everyone else by doing this v
[Stormrider] Kruga (she generally bypasses her title) Dragonmaw Orc Shorter than average, but muscular. Young. Plain-ish. Androgynous features in a few places. Definitely not a lady, even by orc standards. Speaks Orcish with a slight accent, and Common surprisingly well but with an obvious Lordaeronian accent. Gets loud sometimes.
Obvious soldier, does little to hide it or go around it. Strange approach to BFA storyline. Mostly flaking out of it. Cross-faction is a yes. Would prefer someone looking for a more medium/long-term story. Not interested in romance arcs, I’ll be upfront. Tavern RP of “characters get to know each other and we get to develop them more” accepted and loved as is an actual storyline if you want your OC to go on wacky adventures or solve a life crisis. I can write the generic meetup starter, and I know starts are the worst.
Can do tumblr, discord, in-game. Server is US Wyrmrest Accord. Gaming hours are weird though.
Disclaimer: She is a Kor’kron (well as of BFA, Honorbound Vanguard). She doesn’t hide it. Yes, she was a Kor’kron dating back to Garrosh’s days. Prison time, stood trial, was pardoned due to helping the rebellion, decided to go back into the military. Yes I absolutely love it when people play out on it and have gripes about it. Unless it gets self-righteous or the only thing the RP is about, I’ll pass on that. There’s plenty of edgy Kill All <race> RPers out there and I’m not one of them.
More details V
Imma just reblog it to my main blog because idk who’s a RPer in disguise nowadays, I’ve been surprised in the past. And I could use some RP now that I kicked that snowball downhill again.
5. Free Space - Draw whatever you feel like!
This is sooo sketchy only because I just decided to come back to doing inktober ( thanks to @irlmun and @kinokochouchou who actually gave a shit about my post haha thank you so much <3) and I only had 15 minutes before it became 6th of Oct. ITs like…00.00 now - I will complete it tomorrow though
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‘How is he alive?’ Nino asked bluntly, not taking off her eyes of the boy she held in her arms, as if he’d just die if she did.
An odd instinct of a mother. She hurt extensively - a pain centred around her ribcage and also lower stomach - but it was strangely muffled, a logical part of her assumed heavy painkillers but it also felt like a dream. He shouldn’t be alive. No baby would survive that. But then again no one could survive five years, frozen in carbonite as well. He was one tiny good thing happened after Nino woke up to a literal nightmare… - she had found herself sobbing embarrassingly once she saw his tiny, adorable face - thankfully a fact nobody had commented on;
‘ How are you alive?’ Lana asked back, reflecting her thoughts, ‘We..- tried hard commander. Especially Senya,’ she nodded back at the woman standing near the bed gazing down at the baby tenderly.
‘ The force?’
‘What else?’ she shrugged, ‘You were very lucky the lightsaber struck you where it did. A few inches below and..’ she quietened down. There was no need to say it, especially not when everyone in the small crowded medical room knew exactly what would have happened.
‘I think I’d kill myself.’ Nino muttered looking up for the first time since she got a hold of her son, a blunt and bitter statement but not a false one. Everyone and everything she knew and loved was dead after all…Torian…
Torian.
‘He will never know..’ she continued, feeling a lump in her throat, ‘ I don’t know what to do - cry or laugh..I..- just.’ Senya gently placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, to the surprise of everyone she was the one who attempted to break the gloomy silence across the room, changing the subject;
‘Head full of hair..-’ she chuckled, ‘Were you born like that also, commander? ‘
‘Yeah! I was…Heh…The only thing he inherited from me.’ she laughed tearfully now, holding his tiny head against her lips, thin wispy curly hair framed his face, light brown, not blond, but he had a fairy light skin - a human skin. ‘That’s good! It’s very good he looks human. Well more or less human - ’ he had red eyes, not without pupils like Nino but his irises were a bright red colour - as she had seen when he opened his them once, large, surprised, red eyes. He had blinked once and went to sleep again immediately.
‘Are you gonna name him? We can’t keep calling him the boy can we?’
‘Huh?’ Nino looked at Koth, standing near the door arms crossed, ‘Yeah…Yeah…I probably should..’
A thought of naming him Torian passed her mind - her knowledge in Mandalorian names were very limited after all but what if - just what if he turned out to be alive? Two Torian Caderas could make it confusing. Artus? No. Never. She tried to think of any Mandalorians she knew…There was Rojag…- Kurshi. Both men Torian was annoyed with. Probably not.
She tried to go through her list of words in mando’a through the fog in her mind; nothing too violent. That unfortunately called half of her vocabulary.
Then she found it.
‘Dinui…No. Dinuin. Gift.’
Just what could be a better name…
22. The thermostat fight for the domesticity prompts for Berra×torian! :) (Or whoever else you'd like!!)
thank u
the Cold was the first thing Torian felt before coming to his senses, with a blurry head he sat upright and tried to remember where he was.
Ah
Berra’s room.
He vaguely recalled sleeping beside her now, for the night. They were watching a holovid..-was the room this cold then?
He knew it was the coldest part of the ship because of Berra’s fur and she was not comfortable with the heat at all; then she was snuggling up to him though he remembered idly, must be the reason he didn't feel the cold then, looking back at the cathar woman rolled into a little ball…-surprisingly adorable, coming from the usually ferocious warrior; he almost wanted to take a holo- in her sleep and away from him.
He rubbed his hands and thought of returning to his bunk for a brief moment, his shivering become unbearable and he spotted a panel just in time turning up the temperature to a higher degree. Not too much but won’t feel like a night on Hoth at least.
He felt the warmth before curling around Berra and falling asleep instantly.
***
It was half an hour or three hours Torian felt himself waking up again. He grumbled and rubbed his eyes, cursing silently. The room was dark still so he couldn’t understand what awakened him at first. what…?
‘I’m sorry. My bad.’ Berra called quietly from near the thermostat panel, making him jump, embarrassingly. He hoped she didn’t see it in the dark.
Berra turned to him and gave an apologetic smile, ‘ I didn’t think…Why didn’t you say anything, Torian? There was no need for you to freeze…’
He shrugged and smiled back, ‘It’s okay.’
‘Yeah? Well…I…uh…Can I lower this a bit? ‘
‘Of course!’
‘Just a bit..-it’s just…-’
‘No..-No.I understand.’ he cut her off, I’m…sorry.’
‘Why? You know what? I changed my mind. I’m not changing it. I’ll have to take off my shirt though, is that okay?’
Torian felt his jaw going slack, really, was this a rhetorical question or his cue to go down to his bunk? ‘I..ah…I mean…’
why is basic so hard
Berra laughed and joined him on the bed again, ‘You’re blushing. I didn’t even do anything and you are…blushin’’ she giggled.
‘…nope.’
‘uh-huh. Goodnight Torian.’
She laid down on the cover..-room was warm but not that warm for him- and laid her bare arm across his chest, her hand coming right on his chest…-heart. He held her hand, it’s so small invisible beneath his. Torian felt like something warm blossomed in his chest.
‘Goodnight cyare’ he whispered so low even he himself couldn’t hear it.
Thankfully the cathar has amazingly developed hearing.
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@tracinyad I heard you were feeling down, so here is Emija in a sparkly dress for you, I hope you like it!
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20 "Say something!" Berra & Torian
oh anon this is an old ask but it..just fits what i wanted to write about them ;w;
so im taking a break on my paper and..writing this =w=
Betrayer
They sit in silence for a while. It’s comforting after years and years of solitude.
Inside the tent is so quiet Torian can hear the faint purring sound rising from Berra’s throat. Something that surely baffled him back when they just started their relationship now it felt as though no noise in the galaxy could be more comforting.
He reaches and holds her hand, a stark contrast with his own, tiny and covered in soft black fur.Looks harmless but Torian knows they’re far from that having seen her claws hidden beneath the soft pads of her fingers. There are a lot of scratches on her palms from never wearing gloves no matter how many pairs he gifted her. She always wore them for a week and they somehow disappeared afterward.
Torian could never get mad at her though, not when she looks up with those big, blue and utterly alien eyes. Her beautiful eyes that made him drop his guard on a sudden almost a decade ago.
Longer they sit in silence, more memories he recalls and Torian feels as though he can finally breathe again, the sense of comfort and love overwhelming the last remains of the strain from his body. He has a lot to say. He could start talking and not finish until the sunrise but talking is not what he wants to do now.
Oddly enough the night feels a lot like their first time.
Torian doesn’t know where to put his hands, heart in the mouth he waits for her to make the first move but this time she sits beside him almost as much as nervously and hides her face behind her hair. It looks like a soft dark curtain between them, she’s holding her hand around her mouth like she always did when she’s about to say something difficult. When she couldn’t really find the words.
He grabs Berra in a fit of courage and sets her in his lap, enveloping her so close their noses are touching. It surprises a laugh out of her much to his relief so he takes it as an all-clear and pulls her in for a kiss, urgently. She is as warm as he remembers, the soft feel of her mouth against his own after such long time is indescribable.
It makes him feel younger, of the times when he wasn’t troubled by a galaxy-wide battle and all he wanted was to hunt beside Berra until he his final days and maybe raise a child or two.
He’s so lost in thought and Berra, the moment. The moment he’s been dreaming he doesn’t feel her pulling away. She turns away quietly as if she remembered something. Torian can’t really make out the expression on her face…-guilt?- but he finally wakes up from the hazy dream of their reunion, a sense of dread replacing the euphoria.They sit frozen for a moment, Berra looks somewhere over his shoulder before she finally decides to face him, slips off his lap and Torian can’t help but let out a noise of protest; his hand reaching unconsciously before he sets them firmly on the bed. No means no, after all.
He briefly wonders if she came to a conclusion about their earlier fight and decide to break up with him. I knew it, Torian thinks before his mind can process anything. I knew it I knew this would happen eventually…- He feels a lump in his throat and tries to swallow around it, looking away from Berra. A part of him wants to beg for another chance but..but..-
‘Torian… Torian?’ a face turns his head not so gently. ‘Listen here..-don’t look like that! I just…well I wanted to..-No. I mean I thought we could speak something before…anything can happen you know. Because. I’d hate myself forever if…-No, I mean..what I mean is..-wait, are you crying?‘
’..Just sand. Go on.’ Torian forces out of his mouth.
Nothing Berra says make sense and she’s usually not one to babble. It sets him on edge perhaps more than he’s ever been in the five years and he had some tough missions. She’s trying to let me down easy.
‘Well…I just…Alright.Alright. I’ll just go ahead and say it then. If you’ve been with…anyone during the time we’re apart I forgive you completely. It’s no matter at all. Definitely. Nothing.’ she smiles and shakes her hand animatedly, ‘It’s all in the past, right? So..yes. Not at all..important…-wait I said this already. Hey?! ‘
She looks at him as if he’ grown another head when he starts laughing, relief so strong and potent it makes him feel dizzy with it. He wipes his eyes trying talk through heaving breaths;
’ I…Was this all? Knew you’d ask this!’ He almost yells in triumph.
The same woman he loved and married years ago, not changed at all. Her jealousy that irritated him more than once in the past now making him pull her to himself to plant a kiss on the scruffy part of her jaw. Changed a little maybe. Berra he knew would go after them one by one.
Not that there is anyone and he tells her that with more than a little pride.
5 years after all.
Berra looks even more comfortable if that’s possible.
'It meant nothing!’ she blurts out before he can ask what’s wrong.
'Torian.Honestly.It was…nothing for me.I..-’ she stops abruptly, looking down.
He doesn’t understand for a moment. How long it’s been for her? Six months? Longer? Who? Why? Berra fidgets in her place, Torian continues thinking. He’s angry…disappointed. And he’s angry at himself too because deep down he knows he’ll forgive her but he decides he won’t make it easy for Berra.
'Say something!’ she says, 'C'mon Torian…Yell, get angry but don’t just.-'
'Shut up.’
Berra’s jaw snaps shut and Torian feels guilty. He’s not the one who should feel guilty, yet he does anyway. Damn those eyes.'Who?’
’…Lana.’
’…the Sith? One on the com? Nice choice. A common man wouldn’t be enough, had to choose one who called our people animals.’ He stands up, not knowing what to do but if anything he knows he’ll do more damage if he stays right there but he wants her to feel bad. Upset.
Nothing could match the betrayal he feels deeply but it should be sufficient. He doesn’t turn to look at her before he leaves and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t hold himself back either.
'Gotta take care of something. Try not to sleep with anyone while I’m gone. Do have a reputation to protect. Took five years, no thanks to you.’ and he leaves before he can turn back and apologize or worse, see her cry.
Time for a drink, now.
ok..to be honest..these are just last month I think because I have no organization or anything so I just..copy-pasted the closest ones i could find in the mess that is my pc -_-; so…im looking at these annnddddd…yeah
thanks to anyone who liked one of my drawings this year,means a lot to me <3
😍 -flees-
yay ask! xD
ok..to be honEST i dont really know much about your OCs BUT i did went through your blog for a..-bounty hunter once (yes..i really love that class xd) and one character stuck in my mind..what was her name….Rei’zen? yeah thats the one..She looks so cool and her color scheme is just *goals* and id LOVE to learn more about her since all I know is that she’s tall..Is she sister of some other OCs because i saw some other characters with the same surname..? :’)
here have a doodle instead :’3
"Broken" for the drabble prompt
awww thank you anon
Kırık Zırh
I hate this…Who even invented the sand, Berra thought brushing the never-ending stream of it out of her fur. It somehow got in everywhere, stuck on her face despite the helmet, settled on the fluffier parts of her neck and jaw. Stubbornly clinging to her skin.
But it also gave her something to do with her hands in the heavy silence of the tent and it was more than welcome.
Torian had been sitting on the bed ever since they came in, silent and watchful. Only voice slight clinging of the metal plates as he took his armor off. It reminded her of almost a decade ago when they first started trooping together. He was very silent then, a silence that came from learned stoicism.
After all once enough people disregarded what you said, words started meaning little. Berra knew what it was like…Back when she was younger, much younger people cared not much for what she had to say. They thought she was brash and angry and brutish not more than a violent beast..-even for Mandalorian standards. Maybe they were right maybe not but it taught her to be louder..-the same demeanor with different reasons had made him a stoic, quiet man.
Unlike that time that seemed years ago though, the silent way he held himself at the moment told a different thing to Berra. It was more like he was trying to contain himself from speaking. To not make more damage to their already fractured marriage. Berra knew he was angry from that little angry burst he had on their way to the Mandalore’s tent.
Then he had hastily apologized and got quiet again.
Thankfully he did have a private place to stay…the privilege of being a chieftain of his clan. Berra wasn’t even sure how many people he had following him..- if any but she was sure this wasn’t an appropriate question in the tentative peace they managed to settle between them.. ‘oh hey darling…so…did everyone die? or the last of his clan just a figure of speech?‘
They were both angry at each other for unreasonable, irrational reasons.
Both had expected the impossible from the other and eventually got disappointed. It’s actually similar, Berra realized she had hoped Torian would save her from Arcann despite the odds and Torian had hoped she would come back from death…every single day for the five years. Because after all, she could do anything, she had promised to never leave him and Torian believed Berra would never break her promises. Especially to him.
Apparently not.
When the silence became too much Berra turned around and at the same time Torian spoke up,
‘‘What happened to the armor?’’
For a moment Berra didn’t understand…Armor..armor..armor..which armor..Then she remembered the armor at once. It’s significance. The chestguard Torian had gifted her in the first month of their marriage. The one with his clan sigil.
Also, the one currently sitting in her room with a big hole in the middle of it.
How symbolic.
‘’It got broken,’‘ Berra said and she had nothing else to say. Couldn’t she have it fixed? Probably. She only hoped Torian didn’t read much into it but from the expression on his face, it seemed like he was already coming up with reasons of his own. Probably betrayal and unfaithfulness
Well, he’s not so much further from the truth.
‘‘Broken?’ he said in an unbelieving voice ‘’It was made of beskar.’’
Berra shrugged and just took off the top part of her suit.Better if he just sees it for himself. Surprisingly she also found herself happy at the prospect of shocking him. ‘’ I fought Arcann..-the emperor and he impaled me with his lightsaber…It turns out even beskar can’t hold that much heat.’’ Torian stared at her torso, attentively for a while. Berra knew she looked the same..-more or less. At least the lightsaber scar didn’t show her bones anymore.
‘‘He’s dead.’‘
Berra had to laugh at the simplicity of the sentence.
He probably had not even thought it through. It was just the first thing that came to his mind. But it was such a nostalgic thing to say. Something his 18-year-old self would think. Not this…experienced warrior in front of her. And suddenly they were laughing together. The absurdity, raw ridiculousness of the situation making them cackle madly. There was nothing humorous. It’s so tragic it’s funny, Berra thought…I did it.I finally broke Torian. Poor man.
‘Sorry.’ Torian blurted out again when their laughter died down in a comfortable silence and she was perched on his knees. ‘‘ I know,’’ Berra said. ‘’So am I.’‘
And just as Torian tentatively placed his arms around her she turned to him and asked in her most innocent voice; ‘’Dou you think it could be fixed? The armor? You made it after all…’’ He smiled sincerely for the first time that day. A smile that reminded him of their most early days and the days she thought she was just the luckiest woman in the galaxy.
‘’Definitely.’‘
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Bounty Hunter/Torian Cadera Characters: Torian Cadera, oc: berra, cathar - Character, Bounty Hunter - Character, Female Bounty Hunter, Mandalorian - Character, torian, uhh..ok..no one else Additional Tags: Angst, Slightly - Freeform, well 5 years is a long time to just be happy again, Reunions, on the next chapter, i might write sex, not sure because…lmao i cant, SWTOR, Mandalorian, torian - Freeform, Cathar Series: Part 1 of To the Beginning Summary:
No. This was not how she imagined their eventual reunion at all.
Berra stared in shocked silence as Torian strolled past her.
She tried to think of something to say…Anything. Anything other than this long awkward silence as they marched across the desert in steady steps. She wasn’t usually a stranger to the quietness of her husband but this time it wasn’t comfortable nor loving. Berra could feel the anger radiating off of him and that frightened her and most embarrassingly she couldn’t help but tear up, swallowing around the lump in her throat with most difficulty.
No. This was not how she imagined their eventual reunion at all.
She was frightened that Torian has changed far too much for her to love him again… No. Not again.
But…but..but
‘Your orders.’ he reminded her once again as if he could sense her thoughts before they approached the tent. The tension between them was so strong Berra had to stop him to ask…Her voice unusually timid, likely noticed by Torian too as his rigid expression softened slighty and he crossed his arms.
‘Why?’
‘I…’ what could she say? I gone soft? People are dying by hundreds already? Why are you acting uncharastically crude? Who are you and what have you done to my husband?…Maybe?
Or was he always this firm and she has chosen to remember an idealistic version for him in her mind to keep her going..Questions,questions…
She took a deep breath to keep her voice from trembling, ‘Aren’t enough people are dying already? I didn’t want to add to it.’
He answered in a clipped tone like he was prepared to say it for a long time;
‘War.’ he shrugged. ‘People die.’
Berra couldn’t help but raise her voice slightly; ‘Torian I knew would never abandon those people to die!’ and like that as if he was waiting for an emotional reaction from her Torian yelled too loud enough that the closest warriors turned to look at them all the while staring at her face intently.
He told her that it’s been five years, that people changed, that eveything changed when she left him in his terse speech. At least this remained the same, Berra thought sadly. He still spoke as if he was going to run out of words something that came from the fact he learned Basic much after he grew up, unlike most children. No one had bothered to teach it, he had explained.
…when they were together and happy and sure it was never going to be that way forever.
Berra felt her head dropping and looked at her own armored boots. If she started weeping now he would definitely think she had gone completely soft , she was already ruining her image in his eyes…-then she felt his fingers under her chin lifting her head, oddly enough his eyes seemed to be shining too, or it was Berra’s imagination hoping the war haven’t hardened Torian’s heart completely.
‘Let’s finish this. We need to talk after, soon.’
Kartili 💛
Berra and Torian remains as my OTP >>if u like this pls reblog ;w;
another drabble for Nino :’D
’Why ‘Windy’?’
Nino startled at the sudden question.
They’ve been walking for minutes now without talking mostly because she didn’t know what to say. What was the procedure when you hire a new crew member? Was she supposed to give tasks right away or discuss pay dispersion among the crew. They did not talk about it before and it was not needed with the only three of them. They managed to get everything the ship needed with Mako and Gault had little to no say in it with his unusual joining. ’But this is different.’ She thought. ‘He probably expects professionalism and a solid income…or something similar’
He did not seem talkative too; so she figured he joined her in the way to the markets to discuss parts of the deal not…her choice of a ship name.
Nino smiled at him his face was fully invisible beneath his helmet, a traditional mandalorian one; yellow paint scratched slightly and a few marks here and there.
‘’Well to be fair I wanted to name her ‘Tempest’ than Gault…-you remember Gault right? – well, he said the ship was more like a wind than a storm and I hate to admit but he’s right. It would be ridiculous to give Mantis such a…flashy name. She lacks a little in size but; I didn’t want to name her after what Gault said – I know…I know. A bit egoistical- so I changed it into ‘Windy’. He said a word then. A foreign word and for some reason Nino thought he was smiling too despite the fact his voice was roughly muffled by the helmet. Just as she was about to ask, he said what she thought was the translation; ‘’Fitting. Nice name.’’
’Thank you! That’s what I think, too.’
Before another uncomfortable silence settled in Nino was determined to learn a little more about him so she asked how old he was and ‘no faking’ she said ‘just because I’m not sure how humans age doesn’t mean I don’t see how old you are.’ After one or two minutes of walking he admitted he had lived eighteen years and Nino thought it was an odd way of saying how old you are.
Maybe it was the mandalorian way.
Well…In that case it was supposed to be her way too.
He then hesitantly asked her age in return.
’I’m twenty-two now’ Nino said cheerfully, to be honest she was just happy to hear him speak, the kid was too shy for his own good and it reminded her of herself back when she was only 13 or so, ’It works a little different for us…uh…chiss though. For example, when you are 15 you are expected to be married with children with a promising career. I know humans mature far more slowly.We become adults at 12 or so’ Nino tried to keep the tone of lecture off her voice, but still, like every time she talked about her culture to an alien; she sounded like her old academy teacher; presuming and pedant…
He told her that the things worked the same way in their society too. They were expected to get married just after they turned sixteen and were accepted as adults as soon they passed a rite of passage called verd'goten.
‘Are you married?’ Nino blurted out suddenly. After all, he said he was eighteen. There had been no wife to see him off to space but she may have been somewhere else, on a mission perhaps.
‘No.’ he replied curtly. Interesting change of tone she thought, obviously this was a topic he was not too keen on speaking about so she didn’t ask why he wasn’t married. Then she remembered their mission together. ’Of course.’ She thought. ‘Of course he isn’t married, I am such an idiot. Now it must look like I’m rubbing his face in what he missed by being the son Jicoln Cadera.’
Should I say I’m not married also? Would that make it better?
He touched her arm then, like he was going to say something but shook his head and pointed behind her, over Nino’s shoulder;
‘’Markets. What do we need?’’
For fairness, Rozalija has instated a rotation for cooking duties. That way, no one person is ever stuck doing all the cooking (sorry Toovee, you’re better at cleaning than you are in the kitchen).
Except that after a while, Rozalija realises it hasn’t been her turn in quite some time. So she confronts Quinn about it, as he’s the guy in charge of all the scheduling, so what gives?
He tries to give some excuses about how oftentimes she’s away on business on her turns, or that she works so hard he feels she deserves a break from menial tasks, etc, but she’s adamant on the truth, and he finally gives in and tells her:
She’s quite possibly the worst cook ever, and no one likes her cooking. No one. Not even the droid. Nobody wanted to tell her and hurt her feelings.
Rozalija is crushed. Feeling quite terrible, Quinn offers to have them double up on their respective days so that he can teach her how to properly cook (which, really, he should have done from the start).
My sith warrior’s fighting style in a nutshell. Poor Quinn - must be fun to keep med watch on a juggernaut who fancies herself nigh indestructible. I wonder if he misses his old post on Balmorra yet… ;P
