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Visions(43xGalaxy)

Vision smirked. "I mean, it's not that bad. I like the quiet." He yawned and lay back on the bed, not really having any other options. Well I'm bored. He noted to himself, not sure what he could do.

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Storage Unit #43

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Kissimi Cresis

Name -
Given: Kissimi
Preferred: Kissimi
Accepted Nickname/s: Kissimi(Call her Kissi and she will stab you)
Gender -
Female
Pronouns: she/her
Age -
25
Species -
Human
Force-sensitive
Classification(Fandom Wise) -
Star Wars
Powers -
The Force ~ How mysterious. You know that thing the Jedi/Sith do? That’s the best I can define it.
Personality -
Kissimi is… questionable. She appears to be kind, nothing like a Sith apprentice, but she’s nothing like a Jedi.
Looks -
She wears pure brown with her classic Jedi-style brown belt. She has shiny long black hair that reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are dark blue- almost black. Around her neck she wears a crystal, that might be kyber, and around her wrist is a bracelet with one white and one brown charm- when her wolf friends aren’t out, that is.
Weapon/s Of Choice -
She has two lightsabers, one purple, which she stole from her dead master, and the other a double-bladed red lightsaber.
Standings -
Sith
Family Tie Status -
Really? Null.
Significant Other -
Null.
Mother -
???
Father -
???
Sibling/s -
???
Place of Dwelling -
Her ship, the Andromeda, or a local inn on the given planet. Depending on if the planet is Imperial or not.
Planets/s of Residency -
Varying
Assorted Details -
She has two Loth-wolves for friends, White, a female, and Brown, a male. She also just happens to be part Loth-wolf herself. She can speak many languages, including Loth-wolf, Hutteese, Wookie, etc. She also can trick Jedi into thinking she’s a Jedi since she DOES still have the lightsaber she stole from her master, Mace Windu(canon) when she murdered him after his ship crashed on her home planet of Lothal.
Short Backstory -
WIP, to get the gist out though, Kissimi trained as a Jedi until the ship crashed and has lived on Lothal for years on end, but now the Jedi have taken interest in Lothal.

Storage Unit #43

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Visions(43xGalaxy)

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Vision smirked. “See? Maybe I’m still crazy?” He mocked, not about to let the guard get out of this easily.

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

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About four hours later, the small fox woke to the smell of cooking bacon. She noticed the man sleeping and knew she would have to be quiet as she investigated. She slipped down from the couch, trotting into the kitchen to find the house cooking food. That… totally adds up… cooking house… then again I can’t expect any less, She shifted to her semi-human form, though she kept her pointy wars and three tails as the house offered her a fresh plate of food. It probably had found some food in its cellar, Kaiyora figured.

“It was kind of you to draw the blinds for him. He needs the rest.” She spoke to the house quietly, her voice much lighter now that she was rested. She was trying to avoid waking the man up, wanting him to sleep as long as possible. At her words, the house gave a quiet happy creak as if thanking her for the praise.

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Vision lifted an eyebrow. “You’re going to fall.” He warned, though he didn’t care too much for the guard’s safety. He just didn’t want get accused of anything. He picked at the bread on the tray, not at all interested in it. You’re going to die, little guard. And I’ll enjoy watching it just the same as I do in all my visions. He’s going to get himself killed if he doesn’t start listening to me, damnit!

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Vision's response was simply to stare back, not even glaring. Just- watching. "I don't need the time. You are aware that I do not eat at this hour and never have." He sounded like he knew it was true. Sure, protocol, but Vision never ate breakfast. It was a weird habbit of his that he would sooner die than break.

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Vision let out a quiet growl at the man's tone. "You think I'm stupid, do you?" He spat, not touching the food. He wasn't hungry either way. Trust a guard? In hell. All I've been treated with is disrespect, He thought bitterly, glaring at the man. He knew the drill by now. Fight against chains, wind up worse off than one already was. And one was pretty worse off if they wound up in Enthon.

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Awake?

No

Asleep?

No

Help!

Not coming

They'll all die!

I know

Let me go!

When your purpose has been completed

But the fires-!

Hush

But-

ENOUGH

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Vision Statanov startled awake in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He struggled against the sheets until they fell to the floor in a pile. He fought against his restraints for a moment before remembering where he was. His right wrist was chained to the wall, reminding him that he was a prisoner in this hell that people called Enthon Asylum. The young man let out a whimper, sounding more like a little boy than a man. What had gotten him sent here? His ability to see the future, which was now backfiring heavily. He had known he would be sent here, but when it happened he hadn't yet known who would be stuck taking care of him and his eratic behavior.

That is to say, Vision's behavior wasn't that bad. Sure, he sometimes fainted at the most random times due to not being able to control his abilities. Sure, he woke up screaming sometimes. Sure, he had issues. But he wasn't a bad person. He may have been one of the few at Enthon who were classified as legally unstable, but he wasn't bad.

He looked around, pulling himself into a sitting position and pulling the sheet back onto the bed. He hoped his caretaker hadn't seen that. If he had- well, Vision was a bit less than a dead man. He shuddered at the thought.