carocofiego

[carocofiego]

vaelredetris:

    「 — @vaelredetris | 3954 BBY | Korriban 」

Vaelre continues stroking Vogel along his spine. “Of course not,” they respond. The varactyl shifts around even in his state of slumber. “Power distances those who have it and those who don’t. When you’re that above others, you don’t have to sympathize with them. Your reasoning and actions are in a language that won’t translate to them.”

A small bug crawls between Vogel’s feathers. Vaelre reaches out. Their index finger and thumb closes in around the bug and squishes it. “Sometimes I wonder why the lamb would insist on expecting the wolf to reject its true nature.”

It’s a subject that Caroc thinks about more than he would care to admit, one that has come up in his life often. The crux of any number of issues. For the most part he simply parrots what he’s been taught by his clan, and since then the sith he’s spent time around. 

But here, now, relaxed by the presence of Vogel and the rare friendly nature of this relationship, he lets himself explore it. 

“All true. But,” He rumbles quietly, struggling to put his thoughts into words, “Why not? When a wolf can as easily save a lamb as eat it, shouldn’t there be questions? Which nature is the truest?” He strokes Vogel’s side in a steady, soothing rhythm, pondering. 

“What is the nature of power, that it exists so nebulously and yet controls so much of our existence? Is it a truth, something that exists independently of observation, or does it only exist inside the minds of sentients as a way to explain the ways that we treat each other and navigate societies?” He doesn’t seem to realize how much more verbal he’s being than usual, words flowing easily as his mind chases a familiar series of thoughts. 

[carocofiego]

vaelredetris‌:

Like the Devil’s Got Your Hand ( Vaelre/Caroc | Korriban | 3954 )       — content warning: murder

Vaelre’s heart drums, beat after beat, never missing the tempo. Their breath is stuck on staccato. They follow the lines of what appears to be an exoskeleton. It shines like precious irons and minerals. The captivating scene just a couple of steps ahead of them seizes and commands their attention. Their eyelids never drop even once. 

The last strands of life from the defector is gently coaxed from his body. There’s a weightlessness in Vaelre’s as if they’re intoxicated by the sight alone. They don’t even flinch when the man’s skull strikes the concrete floor below. 

“You can call me whatever you want after that demonstration.” They release the breath that they kept in their chest. Something close to the sound of laughter chases behind it. They toss their hair over their shoulder. They recite a short prayer to the Sith lords from generations before with words that are only spoken in their mind. The talisman doesn’t require an incantation anymore and Vaelre doesn’t view the prayers as such. The habit is burned into their bones regardless. 

Sparks ignite from their palm. They lean down and press their hand over the man’s skull. The threads of lightning bloom around their hand. “I like to play it safe and make sure these fuckers stay dead.” The burning flesh scent signals that it’s been long enough.

“They call me Chimera,” they say proudly. “You got a name?”

Caroc watches with interest as the corpse is lightly cooked. His emotions go through a few loops, flitting between keystones as he tries to land on what to respond to. Pleased that his display had obviously impressed, yet confused over the lack of usual fear-- intrigued by their abilities, yet irritated that they would think his methods weren’t thorough enough-- vague memories sparked on the subject of names-- 

“I do,” He says first, without thinking, and it takes him a beat before he realizes that he should expand, “It is Caroc. Sometimes OS-01.” The corpse at his feet is as good an excuse as any to avoid eye contact. 

“I will call you what ‘they’ do, then. Chimera,” He tests it on his tongue, feeling it out-- a delaying tactic. Now that he’s no longer in control of the situation, doing what he does best, he immediately shifts into closed off stiffness. Lost, as always, in these aspects of social interaction. 

It takes him a little bit to wind around to the thought that had been forming-- he’s heard that name before. 

“You...” Though outwardly he’s as impassive and unemotional as ever, his mind skitters around with the fear of saying something incorrect-- eventually his curiosity gets the better of him, voice quiet, “You work with Boaz?” 

[carocofiego]

@boazshol​ 

「 Commodifying Life ( Caroc/Boaz | 3956 BBY | Malachor V )                   — ( content warning: violence ) 

It still felt new, moving about under his own power. A year had passed quickly for a being as long-lived as a Maelibus, and time had stretched strangely in that place just above Iego. Caroc still didn’t know how long he was there, or what all had happened-- small holes in his memory didn’t disconcert him as much as they should have. 

                  The present was much more important. 

It had been happening occasionally since Caroc had gained his new position as Luro’s pet weapon. Left alone. Allowed to wander. It made the beast nervous, no planet comforting him the way that Iego did, but it was better to move his feet and feel his way through the halls of the various Sith bases than it was to simply sit outside the doors that Luro hid behind on ‘business’. 

At least wandering he found occasional excitement-- A crashing, crackling noise interrupted his thoughts. Just around the corner, a great storm of sound and fury. Barely speeding up, Caroc encountered the scene just as one of the more powerful ones steeped in darkness-- Sith, he reminded himself, like his Caretaker-- exploded into a storm of electricity. Their song sang of betrayal, but in which direction Caroc wasn’t sure. 

It seemed like it hadn’t been long since Caroc had had allies explained to him (he’d been familiar with the concept since birth); but the guidelines were there-- an ally could be an asset, and so was to be protected (and never eaten without permission). 

                  Caroc moved on instinct. 

The most direct target of the Sith creature’s attack seemed to be the one closest at hand, and before the next hail of lightning could land, Caroc was shielding them with his body. Electricity and hatred glanced harmlessly off of his back, though it left his coat in tatters. 

Ignoring the combatant entirely, fearless in his apathy, Caroc instead looked down at the small meal in his arms. 

                  “Are you harmed?” 

[carocofiego]

vaelredetris‌:

Like the Devil’s Got Your Hand ( Vaelre/Caroc | Korriban | 3954 )         — content warning: murder

The soft whirring tickles Vaelre’s left ear. Their right ear hears the crescendo building up to what sounds like every air molecule is splitting apart. The screech envelops everything within an instant and disappears just as quickly. Vaelre exhales as if they held their breath for minutes. The amulet around their neck used to have a low hum that they aren’t able to pick up anymore. But even now, they’re used to the way it has a slight warmth against their skin when it activates.

Their mouth parts just a touch. This marks the first time they’ve seen Lord Uro’s guard up close. The man they pursued groans as his body becomes limp. Vaelre’s pupils zero in on the delectable scene in from of them, unable to look away. 

“Well, I can’t make a good first impression if I came empty handed,” they smile. They brush hair back, out of their face, with a swift hand movement. “No, really.” They saunter towards the two of them, hands clasped behind their back. 

“Do what you want with him.” The suggestion drips off their tongue like honey. Anticipation fills every pause between their words. As their third execution for the day, there exists a gnawing need for anything to break the monotony. Ever the optimist, Vaelre hopes this won’t end on a sour note.        

Caroc does the calculations in his head. By his measure, the one before him is respected among their colleagues, his leash-holder included. Previously it had been explained that devouring allies could prove problematic, but... If they're an ally and were hunting this one, then surely what they say is law. Despite the uniform and the familiarity, the man in his arms must no longer be an ally. 

It’s not quite a smile, but Caroc’s eyes narrow in pleasure. Regardless of anything else, a snack between meals is always welcome. And he does not know this one, so there is no hesitation or guilt to make its home in the pit of his stomach. 

“Thank you,” He murmurs, just before tilting the man’s chin up towards him. Every Maelibus has their own favored feeding technique, but it has always made the most sense to Caroc to capture the breath from their lungs as he draws the song from their vessel. 

Their lips don’t quite touch, but from the outside it's almost a kiss, tender and sweet. But for the fugitive’s progressively limp body, but for his panicked hands, scrabbling for purchase as the fear of death breaks through the haze Caroc put him under moments ago. Caroc knows how to sing them through this, is fully capable of easing them through to death as gently as going to sleep, but this is in part a show for the waiting audience. 

It never hurts to appear a touch more frightening. 

By the time the man in his arms is finished, the last violent shudders of death straining against the unyielding strength of Caroc’s arms, he’s an empty shell. A husk of the man that was running through the halls with so much life just moments before. It’s difficult to pinpoint what exactly the force drains out of a being-- though the vessel has aged, skin pulling taut and muscles thinning, there is something else missing as well. That undefinable spark of life. 

Caroc drops the corpse to the floor, absent of the care he’d shown just moments ago while holding the man through his last heartbeats. 

“You have made a very good impression,” He returns his attention to his audience, “What should I call you?” 

[carocofiego]

Like the Devil’s Got Your Hand ( Vaelre/Caroc | Korriban | 3954 )          — content warning: murder

@carocofiego

Shrouded in both the Force and the fabrics pressed upon him, Caroc almost passes as human. It's enough to keep him from being bothered, at any rate. Not many seek interaction with the tall one that follows at Luro's heels like a shadow.

As time drifts on, though, the comfort of solitude begins to wear at him. On Iego one was never truly alone, surrounded by the many living things that dotted the surface. Plants, animals-- even the earth beneath his feet had felt alive when Caroc closed his eyes. Now, he is discovering a distaste for Sith architecture. The walls seem bland and the corridors cold, artificially constructed rather than carved into the earth. There are no birds to watch in this empty space.

But there are other sentients, and Caroc's eyes track them as they walk past his post. It's not that Luro requested he wait outside while dealing with 'business', so much as it is that Caroc has no other ideas on where to go. He suspects that if he wanders, he will only find more similar hallways.

The humans that avert their attention and shuffle past him cloaked in anxiety make his lips quirk, but his favorites are the ones that hold his gaze as they go by.

@vaelredetris​

Vaelre hands off the datapad after the encryption timer went off and the message vanished letter by letter.

CAPTIVE POL-3N3L CHECK: [cleared. evidence obtained]

LIEUTENANT COLONEL RANKING: [revoked]

OBJECTIVE: termin▓▒a t ▓▓e ▓▒▓

They release a breath of relief. If only every assignment is as easy as this. The clicks of their boots' heels echos down the halls like the seconds counting down. The sound of glass breaking smothers the sound of their steps. The holding room's door flies open and crashes against the wall. The captive walks out backwards. His hand grasps around a shard of glass; its edge presses against the guard's neck.

"Stay back!" The captive shouts. The guard's pupils are rimmed with white fear.

The clicks fill the air around the three of them. The captive pulls the guard with him as he tries to put more space between him and Vaelre.

"Stop right there or I'll kill her!"

It's cute when people get bold like this. They shrug and gesture with an outstretched hand for him to go ahead. This traitor has worked with more than half the guards on staff today. He doesn't have it in him and Vaelre knows it.

He shoves the guard forward and takes off, rounding the nearest corner. Vaelre laughs heartily in vindication as they chase after him. The heavy footsteps and pants leave a trail for them to follow. They continue to laugh, just to give their prey an indication of how close behind they are.

The captive jumps over the railing of a staircase and Vaelre mirrors it exactly. —The landing though... Not quite as graceful. Their heel snaps, causing them a few moments of delay to throw off their boots completely. They run down the hallway and into the next. There's a familiar figure towards the end of it.

"Stop that man," they instruct the tall silhouette at the top of their lungs as they look straight at him. They point right at the captive heading his way. "He's a defector!"

@carocofiego

Notes of discord echo off the walls long before the mayhem reaches Caroc. Conflict always has such an interesting sound, such a complex flavor, songs jarring against each other and refusing to harmonize (excepting, of course, those rare times when conflict becomes an intricate dance).

Before the shouts have begun, and before anyone has rounded the corner, Caroc is already standing straighter, interest piqued. As the sounds get closer and settle thick on his tongue, he can pick out their familiarity-- one passing, a face in the crowd, the other... Finding it's home in those hazy half-blurred memories he does his best to forget. The earlier days that he doesn't, can't, dwell upon. And those more recent, more pleasant times he's seen them.

A rumble starts up deep in his chest as the first order is given, swelling in concert with the end of it. Though he no longer slumps against the wall, Caroc doesn't make any physical moves towards the defector either. His song first grows, until it fills the space between them, and then focuses down until it's all that his quarry can hear, and his quarry is the only one to hear it.

Finding the man's song is simple, it is staccato and screeching with fear, standing out harshly among the rest. From there it is simple. Caroc's song mingles with his, half rising to match and half dragging the man along, until both songs are as one. A single, harmonizing melody. A lullaby.

The man's pulse slows as his steps do, until he's barely stumbling in Caroc's direction. By the time Caroc can reach out and touch him, the man's eyes have begun to droop and he's barely remaining standing. Like a benevolent protector, Caroc catches him by the shoulders and embraces him.

Then, slowly, he turns the man to face his pursuer.

"Is this a present for me?" Caroc makes eye contact with the one across the way, his song's effects continuing past the end of the harmony, "How generous."

[carocofiego]

✧ his sibling obviously (:

Send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @oliristhemisericord

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you........ sometimes. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope wish I intimidated you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me!! (jk) ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you (grudgingly). ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carocofiego]

✧ for dhirh

Send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @dhirhlhnnar

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. (pls where are u) ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. (literally, floaty nerd) ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think wish you were above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carocofiego]

✧ — from the gremlin. you know the one

Send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @vaelredetris

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carocofiego]

-- Prompt 01: Questionnaire

 (content warning for: ...violence? vampire adjacent material?)

01. Tell us about your character’s name. Was it given to them or chosen? Does it hold any special meaning? If your character has aliases or nicknames, how did they get them and what do they mean?

caroc was given to him by his clan, though he dropped his clan name when he left. sound is really important to the maelibi so it probably means something special but fuck if he ever bothered to find out. 

sometimes if he really needs a surname for something, he’ll steal his partner’s. one of the softest things he ever does. 

02. What is your character’s relationship to their homeworld? Do they hold fond memories of it, or do they hate it? Are they still here, and if not, do they miss it?

he’ll get back there someday babey. no but really, people aside, caroc loved his homeworld-- there’s something special about the relationship between the maelibi and the force surrounding iego, and it tugs at him a little no matter how far he gets away. also like... time is weird in the rest of the galaxy? and people are weirder about being munched on out here. please. he just wants a snack. 

there are experiences out here that he wouldn’t get back home, though, so maybe he isn’t Always thinking wistfully of home. he could be convinced to stay. maybe. 

03. Describe your character’s relationship with those who raised them. Was it positive? Negative? Neutral? What sorts of ideologies were they raised with, and do they still stand by them now?

not..... the greatest. maelibi children are few and far between, given how long-lived they are and how few natural threats they face. when caroc was born, he’d been the first child in.... a long time, and there ended up being pressures that came with that. pressures that he appreciated about as much as his elders appreciated caroc’s interest in exploring the surface. 

after enough arguments he hoofed it north and established his own den, far closer to the surface and the other planetary residents than most of his clan dared to sleep. he didn’t keep contact with any but a couple of them, and doesn’t miss them much now. 

there was a lot of group-based thinking baked into him from the moment he was born that never sat well with him, being primarily inclined towards a solitary life. it’s still all in there, though, urging him to look after those nearby and other pesky shit. 

04. What is your character’s relationship with the Force? Is your character Force-sensitive? Whether or not they are, do they believe in it? Do they lean more towards the dark or the light or are they somewhere in between?

the force is caroc’s whole life. i mean, he wouldn’t have called it that before encountering the sith, but he’s very well familiar with the life song that thrums through the universe, using him as its instrument. it sustains him, he sustains it, the force colors everything about how caroc interacts with the world. they’re inseparable. 

dark and light aren’t really concepts that occurred to him before leaving iego, but there is... something different about the way that the sith wield the force. the jedi techniques sound even more foreign, though, so if caroc was forced to define himself he’d say he was gray. 

05. What three word would you use to describe your character? What three words would your character use to describe themself? What three words would someone close to them use?

me: cranky, slow, curious 

caroc: leave me alone

dhirh, the only person caroc suffers intimacy for, says: a whole meal 

06. Describe your character’s aesthetic. Do they tend towards fashion or function? Do they like to accessorize? How does this extend into their own personal spaces, such as their home or their workspace?

if he could get away with wandering around nude he would. no one’s allowed to touch his bunk cause he’s stolen like ten blankets and has them arranged as the Perfect cozy hole. 

07. What are your character’s vices? Guilty pleasures? Bad habits? Weak spots?

what.... aren’t.... i mean like his whole personality is drive people away before they can hurt you so. i mean i guess at least he doesn’t really do alcohol or anything but that’s only cause it has no effect on him? 

in terms of more concrete bad habits, though, he tries to keep it to himself but he’s a habitual tinkerer/fidgeter. only he’s not really that keen on the putting it back together part. what i’m saying is if you hand him a piece of technology and don’t impress upon him how important it is that it stay together, you will be getting it back as component parts. he and luro went through like three rounds of com sets before this was figured out. and then one more out of spite. 

08. Tell us about your character’s relationship with food. What are their favorites? Do they enjoy cooking? Are they adventurous? Will they eat absolutely anything or are they hard to please?

people..... tastey. or at least, their force essence is. the more force sensitive the meal, the better. caroc doesn’t need to eat all that often-- strangely, even less often since leaving iego, but that’s a mystery for another time-- but when he does, he’s not very picky. whoever happens to be wandering nearby is perfectly fine. or at least it WAS before he had a JOB and RULES. 

now he has to like.... ask permission and shit. unless they’re an enemy. at least he can refrain from killing a friendly snack, though, when enemies are thin on the ground. 

09. How does your character feel about engaging in relationships—romantic and / or sexual—with others? What is their history like? Do they fall in love easily? Are they constantly in and out of relationships?

caroc loves One person, so it has been, so it always will be, unless they break up with him and then he’ll go back to not believing in the concept of love. 

i’ll have to get back to u on the sex question cause idk what the maelibi even get up to 

10. What is your character’s pain tolerance like? Can they hold their own in a fight, despite injury? If someone hurts them with the aim of gaining information, how much can they take before they cave?

pain isn’t a very common experience for caroc. it’s less like he has a high tolerance and more like it’s just.... really difficult to get through his blaster-proof hide. pain is rare enough that he has a Big reaction when it does happen, as can be attested to by a couple of the luro’s coworkers. when you bust through the hide he’s very vulnerable. 

and honestly chances are good that whatever someone would be hurting him to try and learn, he’d just tell them right off the bat. he doesn’t really want to experience much pain again, if he can avoid it, so it’s either he’s not locked up well enough and they’re dead or he capitulates immediately. unless it’s about dhirh and then everything else becomes unimportant and he’ll die first. 

11. What is your character’s weapon of choice? Are they more skilled as a melee fighter or do they have more skill with ranged weapons? What’s their fighting style like? What sort of training do they have behind them?

body...... he doesn’t get ‘weapons’ 

which i suppose you wouldn’t if you had like, talons and the ability to drain someone’s life essence

caroc’s durable enough that his combat strategy is usually just to let the opponent tire itself out and then move in for the kill. he’s generally pretty slow but does have occasional bursts of speed, they wear him out tho so he usually doesn’t bother. 

training..... in the arena of life babey

12. Does your character have any words or catchphrases that they say frequently? Tell us about how they picked them up.

you know that phase it seems like every three year old has where the only thing they can say is ‘why?’ and they say it in response to literally everything? that’s pretty much caroc when he’s forced to interact with someone 

he is genuinely curious but he’s just also invested in annoying the shit out of whoever he’s talking to

i mean even he gets tired of shenanigans like that eventually, but.... he usually has more patience than his opponent does

13. Tell us about a negative experience your character has had with either the Jedi or the Sith, and how this has affected their standing. Whether currently aligned or unaligned with either faction, if forced to choose, how would they side?

caroc doesn’t think he’s met a jedi yet (if he has, he wasn’t paying attention). he doesn’t think much about them other than wondering if they’d taste different than sith and unaligned people do. 

the sith have kidnapped and tortured him and the person he loves most. but one is also promising a reunion, so. the jury is out. 

though he’s technically aligned with the sith at the moment, all things equal and situations resolved, he’d probably align with the jedi just out of spite. not that they would be likely to take him, but, you know. theoreticals. (also he just really wants to know what a jedi would taste like) 

14. How would your character react to seeing a relative or friend on the opposing side of a battle or mission?

unlikely. he’d do his job, though, to the minimum requirement. caroc wouldn’t willingly kill someone he considered a friend, but if they were attacking him specifically he’d be willing to knock some sense into them. more often than not in a battle, though, he’s acting as a shield more than a weapon so it would probably be a moot point. 

unless the friend was dhirh or Maybe one specific other maelibus, in which case he’d likely switch sides immediately. 

this is subject to change as he potentially makes new friends, as unlikely as that seems

15. Describe a memory that your character finds embarrassing.

literally every social interaction 

especially any one where he genuinely doesn’t know what’s happening 

16. What goals does your character hold for themself and what steps have they taken towards achieving them? How far are they willing to go to reach them? What is their be-all and end-all?

find dhirh. no method is off limits. next question. 

after that?? doesn’t exist yet. not worth worrying about, so no concrete plans. only vague ideas. 

17. What is the one thing your character would change about their life if they were given the chance? What other lives could they have lived as a result?

caroc doesn’t think about things like that. things happened. it’s not worth wondering about alternatives. if he’s going to do any dreaming it’s going to be about the future, where things are still mutable. 

18. Living in such a high-conflict time, how does your character feel about doing what they must to survive? Will they hurt or kill others—either directly or indirectly—to protect themself and / or those close to them? If so, do they regret it when all is said and done?

caroc has been killing people since he was a child, it’s second nature. 

only.... something is changing, a little bit. as he gets to know people, for the first time, that he would’ve considered exclusively prey before. he’ll never admit to it, but questions do keep him up at night. who were all those people that he killed? what lives did they lead before he ended them? 

it may not change his behavior, but caroc has a newfound respect for the fact that other people also have lives and loves and that that’s not always something to be taken lightly. 

19. What is the biggest problem your character is currently dealing with?

his whole life. is a problem. at the moment. everything

it’s cool tho he can wait it out

20. Give us 3+ headcanons of any length or subject matter.

1. tinkering: this isn’t something caroc just spontaneously picked up after leaving iego, it’s something that’s been part of him for a long time. at home, his den was littered with machinery and engine parts from dismantled shipwrecks. he’s always been curious, about the surface and the other life on iego especially, and one of his few joys came from reconstructing machinery (all wrong) to make himself small useless machines. not that he’ll share this with anyone new willingly. 

2. Force Flavor(tm): due to his.... appetites, one of caroc’s abilities is a sense for the ways in which the force clings to people, and the different ways it dances around them depending on how they call to it. he characterizes the force, always, as a song, but he can hear an individual’s song well before he takes a bite. it’s become an unexpectedly useful tool in managing social interactions since he left home. 

3. games: caroc loves to play dumb, seriously, it’s one of his favorite things to do. BUT he pays a lot more attention than he pretends to. he’s vastly more comfortable knowing more than people think he does, in all situations, he feels it gives him an advantage and lessens the chances of making a genuine misstep. also because i named this section games: he fuckin loves games, man. card games, numbers games, not so much reaction time based games but you get the picture. he eats that shit up, even if he does everything in his power not to appear to.

bonus. Give us a list of any length telling us why our “fave is problematic.”

1. eats people

done

oh, also, loves to make interacting with him as unpleasant as possible

[carocofiego]

I remember you. You were made of light.

Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don’t Know Your Name,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[carocofiego]

Liam Samuels — Unknown age — Thailand