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(I keep meaning to mention something here because it's important but then I forget because I'm dumb. I did something to hurt my right arm recently and it makes it so I can't sit at my computer for more than 20-30 minutes without it hurting pretty badly. As such, my low-activity is becoming non-activity until we figure out what's up with my arm and how to fix it.)

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Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

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Only a Flesh Wound starters

"I'm fine, just a scratch." "It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious." "Don't worry about me, I can still keep going." "I've had worse. This is nothing." "I don't have time to deal with this right now." "It'll take more than that to stop me." "I can handle the pain. Just help me patch it up quickly." "I'll be back on my feet in no time." "Ignore the blood, it's just a graze." "This won't slow me down." "I've got work to do, so let's wrap this up." "No need to panic, it's just a bullet wound." "I can't let this stop me from finishing what I started." "I'm tougher than I look." "This is nothing compared to what I've been through." "Save the sympathy. I'll be fine." "Just focus on the mission. I'll deal with this later." "Keep moving, we can't afford to stop." "I refuse to be taken out by something like this." "I'll rest when the job is done."

[ASSURES] The sender brushes off the injury, insisting it's nothing serious. [GRIMACES] The sender winces in pain but tries to hide it from others. [BANDAGES] The sender hastily wraps a bandage around the wound to stop the bleeding. [IGNORES] The sender ignores the pain and carries on as if nothing happened. [GROANS] The sender lets out a quiet groan of discomfort but soldiers on. [CONCEALS] The sender tries to conceal the injury to avoid causing alarm. [STUMBLES] The sender briefly stumbles but quickly regains their footing. [CLUTCHES] The sender instinctively clutches the wound but then forces themselves to let go. [REITERATES] The sender reiterates that they're fine, despite evidence to the contrary.

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(I'm a little biased because this is a video by a friend of mine but I really feel like this sums up how I feel about the Acolyte so far and why it's just making me dig my feet in the sand about the Jedi way not being the end-all, be-all "good" in the Galaxy and why I write Nil-Rae as a Light-side user who is not a Jedi by any stretch of the imagination.)

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(Closed starter for @endlss-voiid)

It wasn't often Nil-Rae reached out with the Force and felt something quite this... off-putting somewhere in the distance. She couldn't tell what exactly she felt other than the fact that it felt dangerous. With a war raging in the stars overhead, she'd come to be a bit more uncertain about strangers, even those with a neutral Force-signature. But this? This put the hairs on her arms standing straight and made her stomach drop to her feet.

Gathering her lightsaber and a satchel of supplies, she set off in search of the source. She couldn't be certain what she would find or how long it eventually took her, but she found herself face to face with a dark-clad stranger who looked... lost. Not simply out of place but well and truly lost. He had no immediate tell for who or what he was and she didn't recognize him from any of the reports of Separatists in the area but still. That aura gave her pause. Arms folded across her chest, she stepped intentionally on a tree branch to announce her presence and waited for the stranger to turn in her direction.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods, friend?"

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@hoovedrycal said:

Regulus was used to the activity known as conversation. It was a human thing making human sounds and words. There was no telepathic messages or anything. Regulus was dressed nicely too. Should he explain his mission? Maybe hints about it? The Cervid fiddling his fingers, and he frowned. " I am here because of a mission. I am Regulus, Prince Regulus of the Cervid homeworld, it is nice to meet.. you." He said. Why was it hard for him to speak? Human sounds should be easier now. Regulus just felt so strange. He did not know why. He looked at his watch. His eyes widen. " Wait.." Regulus mumbled. The dark haired royal did not want to do it, but he had to. Reg headed behind a tree.

Nil-Rae canted her head to one side in curiosity, feeling surprised to be in the company of royalty so unexpectedly. The stranger was unaccompanied and further out from port than perhaps he realized. If he'd found his way to the village where she'd grown up, somewhere fairly unimportant in the grandest scheme, she had to wonder if he was lost. Still, he didn't seem a threat, even if he did seem a little strange.

She offered a smile and bowed her head reflexively. "My name is Nil-Rae and you are welcome here, Prince Regulus of the Cervid home-world. I am sorry if we're not equipped to receive someone of your standing but we weren't expecting a royal visit." A slight frown creased her brows as he excused himself. "Is... everything alright?"

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love changes you!

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Relief loosened the muscles in Nil-Rae's shoulders and she smiled, truly grateful for the turn of fate that had brought her in Padme's path. "Thank you. I'm not sure I'd have found the way on my own and mingling with strangers is... not my strongest suit." Her nose wrinkled briefly at being addressed as 'miss,' though. "Please, my name is Nil-Rae. You've been much too kind to me to need to refer to me so formally. If it's not too forward to say so, you seem like the type who could stand a break from formality from time to time."

Following the other's lead, she allowed her steps to fall in line with Padme's own. Blue eyes darted this way and that as they walked, taking in the opulent sight of the building they traversed. As governess, she was accustomed to finery but this place was certainly something to write home about. Tailored to be welcoming to a thousand cultures and ways of life, it teemed with a sense of purpose and class that she was certain few places could achieve as effortlessly. A soft laugh escaped the brunette at Padme's implication and she shook her head.

"I wouldn't say they're a specialty, no, but needs must in this case. My... partner," it still felt strange referring to her former Master by such a title but it was true in any sense of the term, "wishes to foster a working relationship with some of the mining operations there and I'd like to go in knowing as much as I can about current affairs and recent history. I'd hate to embarrass him by saying the wrong thing or being unprepared for any contingencies."

should the time have suddenly come to an undetermined pause, the scene opening before destiny's eyes would've made quite a beautiful picture in all its ordinariness; new acquaintances sharing a 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, as tender and soft as a feather, a breath drawn on the verge of something that'd eventually bloom and make foundations for mutual fondness. there was something unusual in the air for sure, padmé could tell — she too had temporarily welcomed a sense of perplexity with all her attention directed at a single thing, a person, instead of focusing on what she'd originally been doing or trying to gain by taking a different route towards her office space, than usual. a soft hum of amusement rolled from rosy lips as the senator offered a firm nod, ❝ yes, miss. i can take you there. ❞ anyone could easily get lost in these vast halls and endless corridors without guidance, not forgetting the security personnel who wouldn't always be in the mood for treating lost souls with patience and kindness. they had their hands full of work, understandably so. padmé knew she'd have some time before the next meeting, so offering some help for this kind being wouldn't be an unwelcome change in her schedule.

gesturing towards the right direction with her hand, padmé begun taking steps towards the archive wing that was indeed open for the public, especially if escorted by a face that was familiar to the most. the mention of umbara made a frown reach her brow, for the tales revolving around its grounds that lacked the grace of 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 surely weren't anywhere near uplifting. a final resting place for dreams, one could say. ❝ i'm afraid you won't find anything that would lift your spirits ❞, she mused, ❝ or are darkened parts of the galaxy your specialty by a chance ? ❞ no. she must belong to the light.

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Her nose wrinkled in mirth as he fell quiet and she shook her head, making a gesture with both hands that looked like someone applying the breaks to a speeder.

"Slow down there, Jedi. You're getting lost in the details. For all the trees you see, it's still just a forest. I only meant that we are each in our own ways bound by duty and, therefore, unable to be bound by, or to, others. It was my intention to tease you about yours but I suppose I cannot refute my own."

Her eyes narrowed briefly, brows knitting in thought as something flashed across her thoughts but she allowed it to pass as quickly as the moment had come.

"I have dabbled in such matters as the heart before and it served no greater purpose than to break me. I'd rather go to my grave in service of the people who need me than risk them for something as frivolous as that again."

Mirroring her smile, he shook his head in mock disbelief. "Are you insinuating I'm attached to being a Jedi?" A rather abstract but interesting thought and perhaps the truth. Obi-Wan loved his life and living by the Jedi Code. "You're right, attachment is not something to strive for but I suppose it pertains to people, rather to an occupation or a way of life."

These were matters Jedi philosophers loved to argue about. Surely one would agree with Obi-Wan and one would argue against him. He could practically hear it. 'Attachment is attachment, whether it's to someone or a concept'. 'How can anyone be attached to a concept especially since they constantly change?'

But Nil-Rae's words about the fear of loss did imply that not even abstract beliefs were safe. Any perceived loss could be the phantom pain of an attachment and Obi-Wan would be devastated if his life as Jedi came to an end. "Or perhaps you're right."

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"Bend..break beneath me.."

Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the other's insistence, gaze set hard against the Sith's own. Lifting her chin in defiance, she planted her feet firmly beneath her. Her fingers twitched slightly with the reflex to draw her lightsaber but she curled them into her palms instead, refusing to give in to fear or anger.

"I've gone down that path before. Never again! All it leads to is pain and suffering."

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“You can't hide forever”

Panic blossomed in her chest as the sing-song voice of the Inquisitor on her heels echoed in the space around her. Her heart beat bruises against her ribcage, fluttering wildly as adrenaline flooded her nervous system. She tried her best to keep her breathing even and silent so as not to give herself away but after running for as long as she had, she couldn't help the desperate gasps of air as she was forced to catch her breath. Seconds passed by that could have been minutes as she took lungful after lungful of air until, finally, slowly, her breathing once more returned to normal. Sweat trickled down her forehead and she turned to press her face against the cargo container behind her, trying to get a glimpse of red around the corner that might tell her where her enemy was at that moment.

She dare not reach out with the Force then, lest she give herself away and wind up cornered. But if she were going to need to run again, she would need to conserve all her energy. So instead, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and focused. Turning her consciousness inward, she felt for the ebb and flow of the Force but rather than extend it beyond herself, she allowed it move through her and over her. Like waves on a beach, it moved, filling her core with each inhale and slowly trailing down along her limbs with each exhale. Swallowing her fear and anxiety, she allowed the sensations to calm her, soothe her heartbeat, and leave her empty. Waiting. Calm. She would not answer the taunt but she would, when the moment came, answer the threat.

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“You are indeed a curious one.” From Olra!

Despite herself (and despite the company of a separatist ruler), Nil-Rae couldn't help but laugh. She didn't take the observation as an insult, quite the opposite. She'd relished the conversation with Olra up to that point so she couldn't find fault with what she'd said.

"Am I? Is it so strange to believe that a planet might want to remain neutral in this fight? Even one as strategically placed as this one? Sure, we'd have a lot to gain from either side by officially joining the fight, but we prefer the peace we've long cultivated by staying out of political theater. I believe you to have conviction and to believe in what you're doing and who you're supporting and I suppose I can't fault you for that but we, too, believe in what we're doing and we'd rather not get involved."

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How picky is your oc? Will they not accept something because of the smallest details being off, or do they not care in the slightest? Why?

Develop Your OC Meme - Always Accepting!

(I don't think Nil-Rae is picky at all. She grew up in that small farming village where what you had, you had and if you didn't eat what was on hand, you didn't eat. Training with Xanatos often meant finding herself in strange taverns and on barren planets where what was available wasn't always pretty or visually appealing. Again, you ate what you had or you didn't eat. Because of this, she'll try just about anything at least once or twice and rarely turns down a good home-cooked meal, regardless of where she is.)

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How does your oc fare in the dark? Are they scared? Do they trip over things really easily or navigate like they have night vision? (Or do they have night vision?)

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(Nil-Rae is not by any means clumsy but I wouldn't go so far as to say she fares perfectly in the dark. There are times when she's absolutely certain someone moved something while she wasn't looking but she also tends to map layouts and try to memorize where things are or go because Xanatos likes to throw her into situations where she might easily get lost if she isn't vigilant about where she's going and where she's been. She relies on the Force quite a bit in situations where she feels navigating through dangerous terrain is necessary but she tries not to allow it to become a crutch either.)

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