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zairesato:

‘ antagonizing the angry pilot doesn’t strike me as being that wise. especially not with that going on. ’ she gestured to his injury. ‘ besides, i’m plenty focused. ’

“also true but to be fair, i have a shin injury and they always bleed like a- son of a bantha’s ass.” the latter half of the sentence was hissed out from between clenched teeth as he tightened the makeshift bandage around the deep wound that almost reached his ankle. “never said i was wise.”

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bashur-cargill:

Solitude. Silence. The black cloaked figure stayed in the darkness, moving from place to place in the midst of the panic that had encircled the base. His black leather boots maintained a dull polish even in these dusty environs. His head turned as the sound of clambering footsteps came in his direction. He smiled, feeling the dark wrap closer around him, impulses to take over, dominate, destroy. Rounding the corner his senses felt the others presence before he saw them, almost running right into them. He said nothing, but eyes caught hers and he tilted his head slightly. With a snap-hiss, a red blade of energy buzzed to life, illuminating them with a hellish light. “Get down,” he grunted at the person, grabbing their shoulder and pulling them aside. The saber slashed down to up, one of the basic shi-cho movements. It cleaved through the plasteel armor of the Stormtrooper coming up behind them, sending the soldiers onto his back, out cold. The buzz hummed for a moment and then the passage went dark as the lightsaber was deactivated. “You all right?” Bashur said quietly. He’d been a recluse since coming here… but it seems that he couldn’t avoid interacting anymore

Elios stumbled as the hand came down on his shoulder, instinctually bucking the touch off. The smell of smoking plasteel and burnt flesh stung the inside of his nose, everything he could see was bathed in that red, red glow. He touched his hand to his ear, realising the man with the lightsaber was speaking a moment too late. The explosion perforated his eardrum and he’d not even noticed, too distracted by his pulse throbbing in his head to realise he’d lost the majority of his hearing. He backed up, unsheathing the vibrosword Mikal had given him and standing in a loose defensive stance. The Stormtrooper was dead but it didn’t mean that he was on their side. Bounty Hunters and Empire forces alike had descended upon D’qar and a force user bounty hunter, while terribly strange, was not out of the realm of possibility. Nothing surprised Elios anymore. “Please say you’re with the Alliance.” He huffed, exhaustion weighing down his frame but his grip on the blade held true. Elios couldn’t hear the words only their low hum, like being submerged.  “I don’t want to be in cauterized little pieces and trying to defend myself against that with this stick like a kriffing ewok is not high on the agenda either.”

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bold flaws your character has / italicise ones they used to have, or have partially. feel free to add more.

absent-minded / abusive / addicted / aimless / alcoholic / aloof / anxious / arrogant / audacious / has bad habits / bigmouthed / bigoted / blunt / bold / callous / childish / cruel / cursed / dependent / dishonest / disloyal / disturbed / dubious / egotistical / envious / erratic / fanatical / fickle / fierce / finicky / flirty / gluttonous / gruff / gullible / hedonistic / humourless / hypocritical / idiotic / ignorant / illiterate / immature / impatient / impious / impish / incompetent / indecisive / indifferent / infamous / intolerant / judgemental / lazy / lewd / liar / lustful / masochistic / meddlesome / meek / megalomanic / naïve / nosey / obsessive / oppressive / overambitious / overemotional / overprotective / overzealous / paranoid / peevish / perfectionist / pessimistic / phobic / rebellious / reckless / remorseless / rigorous / sadistic / sarcastic / sceptic / seducer / selfish / self-martyr / self-righteous / senile / shallow / smart ass / solemn / spineless / spiteful / spoiled / squeamish / stubborn / superstitious / tactless / temperamental / theatrical / timid / tongue-tied / unlucky / unpredictable / untrustworthy / vain / weak-willed / withdrawn

CHARACTER FLAWS MEME.

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zairesato:

‘ kriff, look at them go. they’re such a– ’ zaire cut herself off just as she realized she’d been letting her mouth run. ‘ i’m tired. stop looking at me like that. ’

“maybe a little bit of focus might be a good idea.” elios wrapped the cloth around the wound on his leg. “just a TINY bit.”

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xfrcbelle:

         “What in the kriffing hell is happening?” the blonde was brave, she was already used to being in combat “We need to hide, there’s a lot of troopers out there”  but she was still a kid, she was scared after all.

“We fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.” Sweat rolled down his forehead, joints aching from where he’d had to help get everything that could fly out of the hangar and over to where the first set of troopers had been spotted. His dark eyes darted about and he stood, arms slightly spread in front of her. “We need to get you somewhere to hide and I need to stop them getting in through the hangar.”

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reverentla:

“don’t bother begging..” the bounty hunter’s distorted voice rang out as she placed an armored boot over the fallen rebel soldier’s chest, stepping down ruthlessly despite the raw pain that emitted from their throats. without a second to spare, the woman unflinchingly pulled the trigger, leaving a lifeless body in her wake. once her soldiers managed to secure the area, the group moved forward with their mission on her command. they were one step closer to their goal.. hopefully her trandoshan partner was keeping his side of the deal.

“kriffing HELLS.” elios muttered, his throat sore from inhaling smoke. he’d sprinted back to his bunk to where he carefully stored his haul from one of the few traders that passed through, he’d haggled for hours to not be fleeced out of all his credits. chepatite impact explosives. he grit his teeth against the pain from the large graze that had torn up his left leg right after the last of the pilots had flown out of the hangar. he’d gummed it down as gently as he could in between the plates that made up the floor, he hadn’t had time to override the door controls behind him. as the voice called out he snatched a blaster from a fallen body, stomach rolling at the emptiness behind their eyes. he hurriedly jammed his datapad down over the top of the weapon, lighting up the laser pointer used for levelling parts to masquerade as a much more powerful sniper. elios hauled his way up into the rafters of the hangar, old hanging durasteel and his dirty appearance helping conceal him. waiting for their foot to fall just where he need it. he leveled his sight on the toe of her boot. “you take one more step and i’ll light you up like the fucking hosnian system!”

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readyaim-resist:

Mikal watched the boy carefully, brows furrowing slightly. Something was off-this was more than just the usual initial discomfort the greenhorns had when holding a blaster for the first time. This was different.

Giving a brief hum, he swiftly stepped forward, grabbing the blaster rifle from the boy’s hands. “Change of plans.” He set the rifle to the side, leaning against the workbench. “You familiar with vibroswords at all?”

Elios’ skin prickled under Mikal’s intense scrutiny, he could feel his palms, slick with sweat clasped around the blaster. He knew the weight, one that used to be a comfort and his arms rested- regulation perfect. 

He flinched at the sudden movement, a wave of relief a moment later almost bowling him over as the gun was removed from his hands. “I keep a vibroknife under my pillow but no, never had the pleasure of using a full blade.” He wrung his fingers together. “I’m quick, agile. I’ve seen a few forms but they were Old Republic stuff.”

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me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism???????? what?????

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androsmorlev:

Andros nodded with a smile, wiggling his fingers in as if to demonstrate the engineers point. “I have to sanitize these things more often that I have to fill out datapads. And I’ll have to sanitize them again after this, just in case I’m needed. How do you deal with all the grease?” He was astounded by the amount he’s accumulated during his short time in the hanger. “I’m happy to help out, if you’re ever short handed, let me know and I’ll see what i can do. As long as I’m given instructions, I probably won’t cause any harm.”

“Yeah, funnily enough, the inside of an X-Wing isn’t quite the same as reaching into a sentient being, definitely more fun though, slightly less pressure too.” He couldn’t imagine having that power over life and death the way medics did, it was another thing when he’d wanted to be a pilot and would be responsible for his passengers if he had any but healers... Elios held up mucky paws, blackness dug deep into the lines of his skin, his pores and the beds of his nails. “I’m more grease than not at this point, it grows on you.” He shrugged. “Actually, it’s kinda like trying to shovel your way through snow while it’s still snowing for us down here, more will just keep getting on you. It’s like what I’m told the force is, always with me.”

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kybcrhearted:

“I apologize on its behalf.” She remarked, arching a brow at the man, her smirk never leaving. Mara listened to the shuffling, gaze moving to the man’s feet before moving up to where she approximated his head to be. “I don’t think hanging around here qualifies as ‘getting out’. That typically involves socialization.”

“I appreciate the sentiment even though I’d never hold you accountable for the energy of the universe or whatever just because you’re closer to it than I am.” He flashed her an awkward smile. “I know but they didn’t specify so... Though I guess this counts. Sorry I disturbed you.”

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ELIOS WENMARR : MOODBOARD (1/?)

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I, uh, didn’t really know those kids very well.

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readyaim-resist:

“Use that blaster right and that nightmare won’t become a reality.” Mikal replied simply. He noticed the shaking hands-the hesitation-and he ran a hand down his face. “Take a breath. Count to ten if you have to. But I promise that gun won’t bite.”

Pausing, Mikal pointed to the rifle.  “Above your thumb. The safety. It’s what’s going to keep you from shooting anyone important.”

“Been there done that.” He murmured, thinking of the bunched tissue of the scar on his right side. Sometimes it pulled uncomfortably when he twisted and was a constant reminder of why he’d rather stay far away from any blasters.

Elios adjusted his grip, he knew the correct procedure if only through his voracious appetite for knowledge that lead him to read up on them. All he could think of was the all-consuming burning, searing pain of a blaster bolt.