So I figured I might as well make one of these? I'll post some of my artworks for RP characters and maybe some of my comic characters/stuff and some literature if I ever get to work on some of them :D
If you want to see even more of my art, you can shuffle on over to my deviantArt account as well where I post even more of my art more frequently
A while ago I finally had a go at drawing up an official reference for my main Star Wars/KOTOR OC, Aria and I do have to say that I'm still pretty proud of the result now, given that this was only my second attempt at ever actually drawing a person :D
(though since then I did also change her hilt design from the classic hilt to the scorpion hilt but eh XD)
When I can stop procrastinating on a ton of other stuff I plan to draw a LOT more of her ;3;
Wow, Elven finally decides to post something in here again? O.O
Yep, I know I know XD It's been forever, I've not been happy with a lot of stuff I've been drawing lately so I haven't been posting it. Went through some of the stuff and found this'un that I feel comfortable adding to here. I actually drew this months ago (19 April '16) but didn't post it then for whatever reason lol
No references used
Cat designs for my version of (fem!)Revan and Carth from KOTOR (because I like drawing them as cats sometimes okay, don't judge *stinkeyes*! XD) Post-Revan reveal design for Revan, hence why she doesn't have the signature mask/cape (bc I wanted to design her face markings! :P)
Aaand another one from a while ago (29 April '16). The anatomy's a little more crooked dear God those hands... xD (this was my first 'proper' attempt at drawing humans properly) and the proportions are WAY off compared to the (slight) improvement in what I can draw now, but I'm still pretty proud of it as a first attempt <3 I actually might have a go at re-drawing this again sometime close to a year's time as a "draw this again"/"improvement" type thing :D
Another Carth and my (fem!)Revan, set post-KOTOR plotline Reference used
Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person Well, baby, I know.
And these fingertips Will never run through your skin And those bright blue eyes Can only meet mine across the room filled with people that are less important than you
So I think it's best we both forget before we dwell on it The way you held me so tight All through the night 'Til it was near morning
'Cause you love, love, love When you know I can't love You love, love, love When you know I can't love You love, love, love When you know I can't love you ~"Love Love Love"-Of Monsters And Men youtube.com/watch?v=beiPP_MGz6I
I also wrote a little story snippet with this one which was actually pretty good as well considering I hadn't written fanfic/solo for a good couple years before this XD
It had been only a few weeks since the destruction of the Star Forge and the defeat of Darth Malak. They had all come off lucky, for a moment she had been worried that they would not bring Bastila back to the light and that they would have to kill her, too, but the sentinel had come around at just the right moment and their party had made it off the collapsing station just in time. With a ship as fast as the Ebon Hawk it wasn't a surprise, really; there probably wasn't a thing in the galaxy this ship couldn't out-fly. But it couldn't get her away from the horrific visions, and even Carth's presence beside her at night could not keep them at bay.
Every night, the memories of her past life as the Sith Lord would return to haunt Revan, and it seemed that each time more of her atrocious deeds would be made clear. As had become the routine, she jolted awake and clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her shout so as not to disturb him. Carth's eyelids twitched and his arms tightened around her waist but he did not stir tonight. Good, she hadn't woken him. Taking a shaky breath, Revan carefully extricated herself from his embrace and crept away towards the main hold of the ship. These nightmares were becoming too much for her to bear, and this time it had been something so terrible that she could no longer simply ignore it. It was out there, and if it was allowed to grow stronger the whole galaxy would be swallowed by it. She had to find it, finish it off for good and put an end to what she had started all those years ago.
She had almost thought she'd pulled it off. Slipping away unnoticed before any of her companions would see her. She would be gone by first light, Carth would know what to tell them, she had left a message on his datapad. As she reached the hallway that led to the loading ramp she was halted by the sound of footsteps behind her. When she turned around, Carth was fully dressed, his protective jacket included, only the semi-untidy state of his hair to indicate that he had been asleep moments before. "So you thought you could just sneak off without saying goodbye, did you?" the Republic soldier demanded as he narrowed his eyes at her; he was trying to be serious but Revan couldn't sense any anger rolling off him, only apprehension. "Carth..." she tried to begin, but he cut her off. "Rev, I know this is hard for you. But these...these nightmares they're a part of your past now and you can't keep letting them control who you are."
Now it was her turn to be angry. He meant well but he would never understand, he couldn't understand. He wasn't a Jedi, he didn't feel the Force like she did. He would never see the things she saw. "You don't understand! You didn't see what I did, you didn't see-!" before she could protest he had crossed the distance between them and he was holding her so tight that Revan was afraid he would crush the breath out of her before he would ever let her go again. "I almost lost you once, gorgeous. I can't lose you again." Her heart twisted as her mind travelled back to that moment on Lehon, she had almost slipped back to the Dark Side on that temple when she had tried to confront Bastila; only thoughts of Carth, when he had told her he loved her despite the awful things Darth Revan had done and promising her a future with him as long as she wanted it, had kept her from becoming that person again.
"This is different, Carth." the Jedi whispered, craning her head up to look him in the eye. "You know I can't stay." The soldier's eyes shut and she felt his chest shift as he heaved a heavy sigh. "Then take me with you." he pleaded. Revan shook her head, reaching up to brush her fingers over his jaw. "I can't...I need you to stay here. With the Republic, help them stay strong. They can't fight what's coming, not alone, not as they are. I can stop this. I have to stop this. If I don't, then there won't be a future, there won't be an us." her arm dropped down to rest at his elbow as his hold on her began to loosen. Through their bond, she felt the turmoil of his emotions as he tried to rationalise the events, tried to make himself understand that he had to do as she asked because it was the right thing to do. Carth forced a smile, his throat quivering as he swallowed heavily and forced the words out. "I love you, Rev." as if it would be the last time he would ever get to say it.
When she had been warned of hard decisions she would have to make in the future all those months ago when the Council had re-trained her as a Jedi, Revan never would have imagined that any of this would have happened. That she would have been the former Dark Lord of the Sith, that this whole war and everything that had happened had been all her fault, or that she would have grown to love the man that stood before her with all her heart. But she had, and this was the last obstacle that prevented them having the future together that they both so desperately craved. Reaching down to her belt, Revan unclipped one of the lightsabers that hung there and pressed it into his now empty hands, managing to smile back. "I'll be back for it, someday." it wasn't a promise the Jedi was certain she could keep, she didn't know exactly what would be waiting for her beyond the Outer Rim, but as long as there was strength left in her she would keep that promise.
That was five years ago, and he hadn't seen her since.
I actually have something else to post here now!! :D Started my first SWTOR fanfiction, for the first time in forever. I literally have not written fanfiction in years, hopefully it doesn't suck completely XD
**Also to note that this probably won't pertain to most RP storylines as I pick and choose backstory depending on the setting of RP that I use the characters in. This is all my own personal storyline for them and doesn't include other people's characters, though you may recognise parts of it as active backstory used as bio/backstory within RPs xD**
Synopsis: The past has it's ways of catching up to everyone, and Aria Saal is no exception. Though she desperately tries to escape her previous deeds by dropping off the grid and avoiding contact with both Jedi and Sith, when a looming threat from the Sith Empire emerges, she may be forced to come out of hiding in order to save the Jedi Master who took her under her wing and cared for her...with the ghosts of her past creeping up behind her every step of the way
This fanfic follows the Jedi Consular storyline of the Star Wars: The Old Republic MMORPG (albeit it will deviate from the 'canon' storyline in some places!) MATURE warning for mild drug references, and possible violence/gore, swearing and sexual themes in later chapters that are not suitable for younger readers! You have been warned!
Prologue: The Enemy Of My Enemy "The enemy of mine enemy is my friend"--Kautilya
Aria was jerked from her fitful memories by the groaning of the shuttle’s hyperdrive. Stumbling to the small viewport, she glimpsed their descent through the moon’s infrastructure down to the landing pad. She exhaled heavily, raking a hand through her hair as she trooped down into the bustling spaceport, thanking the pilot on her way past who gave her little more than a grunt in acknowledgement. Probably better that way, at least she'd know the few extra credit chits she'd slipped into his palm when she boarded at Tython’s orbital station had worked. He wouldn't remember ever seeing her. Nar Shaddaa was heaving with life forms and Force presences, so many that it was hard to distinguish one from the next. Exactly what she needed. Her nose wrinkling against the unsavoury smell, Aria pushed onwards, heading for the red light sector. It was the busiest place on the smuggler’s moon, and by extension the easiest place to get lost in the crowd and forgotten, which was why she had come. Nobody would ever find her here, not the Jedi, not the Sith...she'd be safe, finally. Now all she needed to do was forget, all of it.
There was only one way to do that. Neon signs buzzed overhead as they beckoned patrons into the various drinking establishments, the young woman choosing one that looked like it would suit her needs: somewhere a lady wouldn't look out of place and wouldn't draw too many questions to herself. She slid into a vacant seat in a less populated corner and placed a rolling order with the serving droid, sinking back in the uncomfortable chair as she debated whether or not to try making idle conversation with the Mirialan mam situated a table or so over from her. His blue eyes watched her curiously as she sat down, then returned to his meal as she started on her first drink. The alcohol tasted sharp and sour on her tongue, cheap stuff, not meant to taste great but good for getting smashed out of your skull. A couple of glasses in and her head was already buzzing, thoughts and sensations starting to blur together; she almost missed the Mirialan sliding into the seat opposite her, had he not spoken to her. “I must admit I'm quite shocked to see a lady drinking such cheap liqueur.” Aria glanced up at him through her eyelashes, making a quick assessment of the man now that she could get a closer look at him. He had a rugged sort of charm to him, his angular face broken here and there by thin streaks of paler white-ish skin, betraying the almost-healed scars that had once been there. A shock of dark hair framed his forehead, slicked smoothly back from his eyes but more ruffled and unkempt around his ears. His clothing was slightly tattered, all in all giving the impression of somebody who didn't exactly follow the law to the letter. “Look, buddy, ‘m jus’ here to get drunk, not start a fight with criminal syndicates.” she managed to exaggerate the slur in her words to a satisfactory enough level. Good, maybe he’d leave her alone.
His laughter startled her, perhaps because the sound was amplified in her drink-addled state but because it was so unexpectedly...pleasant. Just about in control of her faculties, she managed to use her Force senses to probe discreetly into the edges of his consciousness. His outwardly friendly demeanour proved genuine, and she relaxed somewhat. Smuggler, she decided, but not dangerous. Anything he offered her to drink was safe to accept, probably. Therefore, Aria saw no issue in downing the glass he pushed towards her. Much better than the last lot, actually tasted of something. “I assure you my dear, I bear no affiliation to the crime gangs that terrorise these streets.” Aria's eyebrows arched upwards as she took another swig. “You don't work for the Hutts?” White teeth glinted back at her as the Mirialan smuggler grinned. “Darling, I work for whoever pays me more.” “Don't do that, darlin’ thing. I'm not your darlin’.” He laughed at her again, waving a hand dismissively. She told him to clear off, in perhaps less than colourful language, bid him goodnight and stumbled out of the bar. It wouldn't be the last she saw of him.
***
Drinking away her problems had served her well for a while, but it wasn't enough. She needed something better. Aria's trembling fingers fumbled with the drawstring that held the black velvet pouch in her hands closed. She had been skeptical at first as the dealer had pitched it to her, but he had assured her: “If you really wanna forget anything, this'll do it for ya.” It had cost her nearly all the credits she had left, but the blissful ignorance that the spice brought with each high was worth every single credit. It had addled her thoughts somewhat in the few days (or possibly more...she'd lost all concept of time. If not for her connection to the Force which gave her more strength, she may have overdosed by now). The strands were sticky and clung to her fingers like glue, difficult for her to cram between her dry lips. The headrush was instant. Colours were brighter, more vivid, sounds heightened...kriff she swore she could hear the infrastructure moving underneath their feet, memories and thoughts began to blur together in a tangled, indiscernible mess...the mind wipe she craved as badly as oxygen was utter bliss. But there was one thing the spice couldn't do for her, and that was remove her connection to the Force. From what she had learned contacting other rogue Force users who were scattered around the moon, that was nearly impossible. She could hope.
It must have been a couple of hours since her last dose now, because her senses had returned to normal, leaving only a dull, throbbing buzz in the back of her skull. It was safe to try walking again without risking blundering into anyone that might try turning her in to the Hutts as a trophy. She had been scouting out nearby establishments with the hopes of slipping in while the bouncers were distracted to swindle a meal or a few drinks from one of the patrons (it was amazing what a lady could get for free with a simple Force persuade trick, or occasionally just fluttering her eyelashes if they were already drunk enough!) when she spotted a familiar face conversing with a shady-looking Rodian. The Mirialan man from the bar a few days ago. Some form of stupidity possessed her then, and Aria abandoned her original mission to follow him to the loading docks. She wasn't quite sure why, perhaps she had hoped to hitch a ride off-world. She'd come narrowly close to being found by a group of Jedi one time too many lately and Nar Shaddaa was no longer the safe haven it had once been for her….or perhaps she was simply bored and looking for a bit more excitement. She didn't think too hard about it, her attention rather focused on the Mirialan as he stooped to pick up a stack of crates and began loading them onto an XS model freighter. An all too familiar smell wafted through a crack in one of the containers that made her mouth water. Spice.
So he was a smuggler. Aria kept her distance as she watched him from behind a tall stack of shipment crates, shrinking backwards with a startled exclamation as he dropped the crate he had been lifting to look directly at her. “I know you're back there, shorty...why are you following me?” He called, a hint of amusement to his tone. “C'mon I'm not falling for that bantha crap!” he added, not fooled by her attempt to remain quiet and pretend he had been imagining the moment their eyes had locked. “How’d you know it was me?” she muttered, straightening up and smoothing the wrinkles out of her synthleather jumpsuit where she had been crouched down. His teeth flashed in a grin. “I know a junkie when I see one. This stuff’s going off world if that's what you were after.” Her gaze darted from the container at his feet back to his eyes. "Off world? Got room for one more?” He laughed and shook his head. “I fly solo now, last time I took someone on the son of a bantha stole my ship and I had a hells own job getting her back.” Aria swiped her tongue over her lips, huffing an impatient sigh. "Please? I'm just trying to stay out of the loop. I can't pay you, my credit chits are dry, but…” it was a risk, a big one, but she lifted the dark cloak that draped across her back to reveal the lightsaber hilts concealed at her hip. “I can help you out, give you protection.”
The smuggler eyed the weapons carefully, and broke into another toothy grin. “You're a Jedi?! What you running from, kid?” She shook her head, eyes narrowed. “I don't work for the Jedi, I'm trying to get away from them. I just need a ride okay, can you give me one or not?” He picked up the box he had set at his feet and jerked his chin up the loading ramp for her to follow. “Double cross me and I'll put one right between your eyes, kid.” “I'm twenty, I ain't a kid!” Aria snarled, skittering into the ship behind him. “You didn't answer my other question,” He glanced over his shoulder as he stepped down into the cargo hold, “What you running from?” She peered down at him through the opening in the ship’s floor, lowering another crate down to him as he gestured for it. “I'd rather not go into details or I'd be taking public transport. Just suffice to say I'm trying to stay out everyone’s way, I don't want anything to do with the war anymore.” “Fair enough.” the Mirialan chuckled. “Well, you're not the only one. Welcome aboard the Silver Zephyr, miss ‘trying to avoid everyone’. Don't scratch the paint, don't touch the cargo unless I tell you to, and we'll get along just fine.” After climbing back out into the main seating area, he extended a hand towards her, which she hesitantly grasped and shook. “The name's Merak Shenly. You got a name, or should I just keep calling you ‘shorty’?” Aria considered lying, but withdrawal was beginning to make her head pound and she couldn't come up with anything believable. “Aria. J-Just Aria is fine.” she swallowed, forcing a thin smile. Don't tell him your last name, a voice in her head told her, he might know who you are. She'd learned to trust the voice. It was usually right.
Characters are mine from SWTOR (except Lana and Vowrawn, they're just crashing the party : 'D) Art is obviously mine, steal at your own peril. (Don't do it. Just don't pls ;;) Flags (for those unfamiliar with all of them): in order from left to right are : aromantic heterosexual, bisexual, demiromantic pansexual, homoromantic bisexual and homosexual
I'm like 16 days late cause life got in the way of me finishing it at the beginning of the month but I finally did a big pride thing this year!! Happy Pride month to all my fellow LGBTQ+ people on the site, and all our friends and supporters too!
