#SWRP
#ENRP
#SPARP
#SCIFIRP
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."
Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)
When you’re RPing: Does it get your whole attention or are you usually doing other stuff too? Music? TV? Gaming? Etc.
Perhaps power is a strong veil, that one's delusions of morality may get lost in a million lesser evils.
By the time we notice cruelty, we forget we chose evil."
A regretful statement, as a cloth washes his weapon with a mumble under his breath.
"I hope you never go through it."
“I get that completely. I’ve been betrayed by my own group so I know that feeling.”
The word Inquisitor is spoken like a dirty word. His hand lies on the pommel of the Lightsaber at his hip.
Too much blood. Too many dead. Too many too eager to betray their kin for...
...glory? Survival?
Perhaps power is a strong veil, that one's delusions of morality may get lost in a million lesser evils.
By the time we notice cruelty, we forget we chose evil."
A regretful statement, as a cloth washes his weapon with a mumble under his breath.
"I hope you never go through it."
Montante The First (Old republic), was a Knight both in the Jedi sense and the military one, grinding the Sith advance to a halt through guerilla and psychological tactics. He would be a great military man in asymmetrical warfare.
Montante the Second~>
Montante The First (Old republic), was a Knight both in the Jedi sense and the military one, grinding the Sith advance to a halt through guerilla and psychological tactics. He would be a great military man in asymmetrical warfare.
Montante the Second~>
Who can sense the Force. Feel her in all the things. So that they can learn to harness it."
He explained, offering something.
A comms code. It seems their tech developed differently, perhaps due to the Force, their comms seem somewhat more primitive, even when~>
Though that does make me wonder why you’re here now. How our paths crossed I guess.”
You're more curious than most."
Who can sense the Force. Feel her in all the things. So that they can learn to harness it."
He explained, offering something.
A comms code. It seems their tech developed differently, perhaps due to the Force, their comms seem somewhat more primitive, even when~>
The blade is usually around 6 feet long, and is said to feel somewhat heavier than most lightsabers, as the Kyber crystal that produces it, ~>
The blade is usually around 6 feet long, and is said to feel somewhat heavier than most lightsabers, as the Kyber crystal that produces it, ~>
A philosophical reference, one spoken with a soft chuckle.
"Now, forgive me, but how many of your political rivals could even convince a jedi to do... anything?"
That is a veiled~>
+ are you here? 〞
she asked, still very cautious of the stranger before her.
⠀
A philosophical reference, one spoken with a soft chuckle.
"Now, forgive me, but how many of your political rivals could even convince a jedi to do... anything?"
That is a veiled~>
There's an odd guest at the temple.
A jedi from the Service corps, an explorer and archaeologist invited by Windu with a simple purpose.
In lue of the growing numbers of force sensitive foes the republic is facing, an unorthodox sparring instructor has been invited,~>
There's an odd guest at the temple.
A jedi from the Service corps, an explorer and archaeologist invited by Windu with a simple purpose.
In lue of the growing numbers of force sensitive foes the republic is facing, an unorthodox sparring instructor has been invited,~>
There's been a tense conversation today.
A Serennan politician has spoken to the public today, and the Senators have not taken kindly to it.
It was complex, an explanation of how the imperialistic urges of the Republic have ignited the passions of the Separatists,~>
There's been a tense conversation today.
A Serennan politician has spoken to the public today, and the Senators have not taken kindly to it.
It was complex, an explanation of how the imperialistic urges of the Republic have ignited the passions of the Separatists,~>
The style of House Davarío is harsh, a blend of offense and defence as parries become slashes, blocks become throws, and deflections thrust. A near constant counterattack~>
The style of House Davarío is harsh, a blend of offense and defence as parries become slashes, blocks become throws, and deflections thrust. A near constant counterattack~>
Saw Guerrera, Luthien, all meaningful names, yes?"
He reaches for his waist, showing the larger lightsaber at it.
A jedi. And likely to be a member of the Rebellion.
〝 well it's rather odd entering through a window, so forgive me for not be convinced. 〞
she said, eyeing the figure and stay a bit back from the window now. she still held the object as she had no idea what friend this person was talking about.
⠀
Saw Guerrera, Luthien, all meaningful names, yes?"
He reaches for his waist, showing the larger lightsaber at it.
A jedi. And likely to be a member of the Rebellion.
ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ
ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪʀᴇ
ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴡᴀʏ
ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀꜰɪʀᴇ ...
───〃★⟢✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧
♡ + ↻
ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ
ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪʀᴇ
ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴡᴀʏ
ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀꜰɪʀᴇ ...
───〃★⟢✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧
♡ + ↻
You're more curious than most."
No she does not. But she does know the emotions that guns produce. Anger, fear, violence, aggression, hatred…and the sound of raining lead.
“How do you control it? Can you be overwhelmed if there’s a lot going on in the environment?”
Not because it's complicated, but because... He's never had eyes. Miraluka are born without them. Knowing The Force almost innately.
"Imagine if you saw things from outside yourself, and now imagine if you could percieve...
~>
You're more curious than most."
His eyes are covered by a crimson cloth. His hair is silver.
This is a Miraluka. One who smirks as The Force slides the window open.
"A friend of our common friends, Lady Mothma.
Forgive me for ~>
hearing said knock, she got up from her desk and walked over, grabbing something to use in case of hostility.
〝 who's there? show yourself. 〞
⠀
A gentle knock upon her window.
In the midst of the deep nights of Coruscant. A cloaked figure leans on her balcony.
His eyes are covered by a crimson cloth. His hair is silver.
This is a Miraluka. One who smirks as The Force slides the window open.
"A friend of our common friends, Lady Mothma.
Forgive me for ~>
Not because it's complicated, but because... He's never had eyes. Miraluka are born without them. Knowing The Force almost innately.
"Imagine if you saw things from outside yourself, and now imagine if you could percieve...
~>
She has zero idea about any of that or how it works. Nor does she want to question the science on how it works.
“So…can you also see the emotions people have? Probably facial expressions but not internally.”
Her aggression had slowly died now. Just curious.
It's how I know your suit's red. Even without eyes, or the way your eyes shift in alert when you think someone has a line of fire on you."
He speaks this without turning. After all, there are no eyes to see her with.
Not because it's complicated, but because... He's never had eyes. Miraluka are born without them. Knowing The Force almost innately.
"Imagine if you saw things from outside yourself, and now imagine if you could percieve...
~>