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“our teeth and ambitions are bared” is a zeugma

and it’s a zeugma where one of the words is literal and one is metaphorical which is the BEST KIND

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ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ <3

it's okay to stray from your story. go write that short fic you can't take your mind off of! give you—and your characters—a break.

you! won't! always! make! your! word! count! -- you don't need to keep stretching sentences because the scene you finally got right is a hundred words too short. sometimes it's better that way.

the "rules" and "tips" are just ~guidelines~ (especially for people who like to swear by them) -- writing has no laws. especially first drafts. scrap the grammar, scrap the emotional tips, write it because it feels right, not because someone else says so.

every writer procrastinates. it's not easy being a writer.

take time off for yourself. the only thing harder than writing a story is to keep pushing it when you need a break the most. come back to it later. I promise there will be no dumpster fires when you're gone.

all writing is "real" writing. I don't think there's an explanation here?? fiction writers are writers. nonfiction writers are writers. fanfic writers are writers. (like how all reading is real reading!! in every format, too!)

it doesn't need to be perfect. honestly, it might never be. but it can be really close to it. if you're not satisfied with it, move on and come back when you're ready.

you are just as skilled as any bestselling author. remember that everything you read has been heavily edited by teams of people! their first draft could not even be as good as yours is now.

not using clichés is cliché. you will find one in any story. no one can bring you down for liking a certain trope. just because it's common doesn't mean it's bad!

no writer is fully well-rounded. dialogue will be easier to write for some, and description for others.

and, finally, no one knows what they're doing. trust me. we're all stumbling around blind here.

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OC Codex Prompts

I’ll be honest, I’m mostly writing this because I’m trying to come up with codex entries for my ocs and this gives me a good way to think about what kinds there are.  but hey, reblog, ask for a number and an OC?  or add your own.  whatever floats your boat.  written with Dragon Age OCs in mind.

an overheard conversation about your OC

a letter written by your OC’s family member

a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

a letter from your OC to their love interest

letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

someone describing a time your OC helped them

someone describing a time your OC hurt them

your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

a future historian’s account of your OC’s actions

a description of your OC by someone who hates them

your OC’s description of their game’s events

your OC overheard while drunk

transcript of an interview with your OC

your OC talking about your favorite quest

a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

a conversation between your OC and their best friend

a description of your OC’s family by a future historian

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I always struggled with charatcer outlines or sheets because there were always stupid questions like “what’s their favorite color” or “what’s their favorite memory.” Stuff that would never come up…

My script teacher said you only ever needed to know a handful of things:

What they want. What they need. What’s stopping them. And what they learn.

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How to Start Worldbuilding?

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. World Anvil, a 2021 NaNoWriMo sponsor, helps you develop and organize your characters, plot, and world setting. Today, World Anvil is here to share some pro tips for worldbuilding basics!

How do I start worldbuilding? It’s one of the most commonly asked questions in our community, and one which even seasoned professionals ask! After all, creating epic settings like those of The Expanse, Game of Thrones, or Mistborn can seem like an overwhelming task—but they all start from the same place: the fragment of an idea, carefully grown into something extraordinary. The good news is that you can easily create your own rich, unique setting, and in this post I’ll tell you how to start!

Getting inspiration!

Let’s start at the beginning—that flash of inspiration. Brandon Sanderson describes a drive in foggy weather as his inspiration for Mistborn. Sometimes a setting idea can come from a dream, flash fiction, a TV show or game, a character, or from a magic system you’ve been toying with. The desire to dig into a new genre—sci fi, steampunk or epic fantasy—is also a great place to start. And occasionally, a plot walks into your brain with a setting—or a least a few fragments of one—attached.

Keep reading

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Things you should know about each of your characters

These are what I would consider to be the most basic, bare-bones questions of character creation.

What would completely break your character?

What was the best thing in your character’s life?

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Does your character work so that they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

What is your character reluctant to tell people?

How does your character feel about sex?

How many friends does your character have?

How many friends does your character want?

What would your character make a scene in public about?

What would your character give their life for?

What are your character’s major flaws?

What does your character pretend or try to care about?

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

What is your character afraid of?

What is something most people in your setting do that your character things is dumb?

Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale?

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Resources For Fantasy & Mythology Writers

Designing A World

City and Town Name Generator

How To Create a Believable World

Fantasy Religion Design Guide

Fantasy Map-maker

The Language Construction Kit

Fantasy Name Generator

The Pagan Name Generator

Writing Fantasy: Tools & Techniques

Fractal World Generator

Creating a Magic System

The Middle Ages

A Large List Of Articles On The Middle Ages

Middle Ages Weapons

Medieval Clothing

Medieval Clothing Pages

Medieval Name Archive

The Domesday Book

European Nobility Titles

Mythology

General Folklore

Various Folktales

Heroes

Weather Folklore

Trees in Mythology

Animals in Mythology

Birds in Mythology

Flowers in Mythology

Fruit in Mythology

Plants in Mythology

Folktales from Around the World

Egyptian Mythology

African Mythology

More African Mythology

Egyptian Gods and Goddesses

The Gods of Africa

Even More African Mythology

West African Mythology

All About African Mythology

African Mythical Creatures

Gods and Goddesses

Aztec Mythology

Haitian Mythology

Inca Mythology

Maya Mythology

Native American Mythology

More Inca Mythology

More Native American Mythology

South American Mythical Creatures

North American Mythical Creatures

Aztec Gods and Goddesses

Chinese Mythology

Hindu Mythology

Japanese Mythology

Korean Mythology

More Japanese Mythology

Chinese and Japanese Mythical Creatures

Indian Mythical Creatures

Chinese Gods and Goddesses

Hindu Gods and Goddesses

Korean Gods and Goddesses

Basque Mythology

Celtic Mythology

Etruscan Mythology

Greek Mythology

Latvian Mythology

Norse Mythology

Roman Mythology

Arthurian Legends

Bestiary

Celtic Gods and Goddesses

Gods and Goddesses of the Celtic Lands

Finnish Mythology

Celtic Mythical Creatures

Gods and Goddesses

Islamic Mythology

Judaic Mythology

Mesopotamian Mythology

Persian Mythology

Middle Eastern Mythical Creatures

Aboriginal Mythology

Polynesian Mythology

More Polynesian Mythology

Mythology of the Polynesian Islands

Melanesian Mythology

Massive Polynesian Mythology Post

Maori Mythical Creatures

Hawaiian Gods and Goddesses

Hawaiian Goddesses

Gods and Goddesses

List of Gods

Encyclopedia Mythica

Mythical Creatures & Beasts

Questions To Ask When Worldbuilding

The World

Physical and Historical Features

Magic and Magicians

Peoples and Customs

Social Organization

Commerce, Trade, and Public Life

Daily Life

Basics

Alternate Earth

Not Earth at All

Climate and Geography

Natural Resources

World History

Specific Country(s) History

Rules of Magic

Wizards

Magic and Technology

Miscellaneous Magic Questions

Customs

Eating

Greeting and Meeting

Gestures

Visits

Language

Ethics and Values

Religion and the Gods

Population

Government

Politics

Crime and the Legal System

Foreign Relations

Waging War

Weapons

Business and Industry

Transportation and Communication

Science and Technology

Medicine

Arts and Entertainment

Architecture

Urban Factors

Rural Factors

Fashion and Dress

Manners

Diet

Education

Calendar

Magic

The Hypertext List of Spells

Gemstone Properties

Gemstone Meanings

Crystal Healing

Fairy & Other Spirits

Elven Phrases

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Difficult Love Confessions

Anonymous asked: “Do you have any confession prompts where the person confessing is really bad with words or is known to regularly insult the other?”

1. “There’s-I should-I should say something. I know I’m… Me… But I like you. A lot.”

2. “Look, I like being around you. i like when you’re happy. I… I like your face.”

3. “This isn’t easy for me. I’ve never… Not like this. But. You matter you me. A lot.”

4. “If you got hurt… It’d hurt me. And not just ‘cause I’d jump in front of whatever was gonna hurt you.”

5. “I know, I don’t always act like it, but you’re… Special. In a good way.”

6. “If I tell you I… You know… Care about you… Would you laugh at me?”

7. “Your face is nice, but you’re more nice. I want to be around you a lot. And your face.” 

8. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was trying to… Tease you. That’s what you do, right? When you have… Feelings?”

~Some of these ended up sounding a little like Daily Odd Compliments. Oh Well. I hope they help!~

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short sentence prompts part 2

“I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to.”

“Eyes on me.”

“How dare you?!”

“Please never stop smiling.”

“It’s starting.”

“Stop talking.”

“I’m stuck, I’m stuck!“

“You need to see this.“

“Do you understand now?”

“I want to, so badly… but I can’t tell you“

“I never want to see white walls ever again.”

“Criss cross it.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I agree.”

“Stop harming yourself like this!”

“My heart beats for you.”

“Help.”

“I can’t wait to hug you.”

“Take it.”

“Don’t cry, baby.”

“Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“No way in hell.”

“You died!”

“You got this.”

“Do not. Tempt. Me.”

“Cute, but still fucked up.”

“That’s not yours.”

“We are not friends!”

“Thank you for making up my mind for me.”

“Stop being so attractive!”

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angst prompt list

“who do you think you are?”

“i gave you everything.”

“I’m a fool for not seeing this earlier.”

“don’t you dare pin this on me!”

“i’ve been thinking it over and this… this was never going to work out.”

“you don’t get to say anything after what you did!”

“you broke my heart.”

“i trusted you.”

“i loved you.”

“i’m not blind, i can see the way you look at them.”

“did i do something wrong?”

“please, please, i’ll do anything just talk to me.”

“i can’t stand the silence between us.”

“there’s nothing you can say that can fix what you did.”

“what do you want me to say? do you want me to lie and say i love you?”

“you cheated on me! you don’t get another chance!”

“tell me what’s wrong.”

“i never meant to hurt you.”

“this wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.”

“wait. i didn’t mean that. please, come back.”

“how can i hate them, you’re the one that made the choice to cheat.”

“how long has this been going on?”

“if you know what’s good for you, don’t come around anymore.”

“i never want to see you again.”

“trust you? how can i trust you if you never gave me a reason to in the first place?”

“i believed you!”

“you lied to my face.”

“i never loved you.”

“don’t make me out to be the bad guy.”

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Types Of Kisses 2

1. Whispering “I love you” between kisses 

2. That little moan during the kiss when you bite their lip 

3. Both pulling each other into the kiss 

4. Kisses on the forehead to make the person feel better 

5. Soft kisses on the neck that make you giggle and Person A kisses you more on the neck just to hear you laugh 

6. The super long kiss that wasn’t intended

7. A kiss on the hand before asking them to dance

8. Kisses that travel from the person’s face down to their neck (height difference)

9. Quick kisses that you steal from each other at parties 

10. Not being able to speak properly after the kiss ends 

Bonus: Tracing the other’s lip after kissing them because those are the softest lips you know and you kissed those lips 

I’m trying to get better at my writing……lemme know what I need to work on please, to make my work better!

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Imagine Your OTP

Person A: What's your biggest fear?

Person B: You.

Person A: Me?!

Person B: I'm scared that one day you'll look in the mirror and see yourself as I see you. You will realize just how amazing you are and that you deserve better than me...

Person B: I'm terrified that you'll leave.

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For any writers: http://er.jsc.nasa.gov/seh/SFTerms.html

For more facts, follow Ultrafacts

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“I don’t care that you’re a nature spirit this greenery you subconsciously grow is getting out of hand!” AU

- (@toxixpumpkin)

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Pirate References

Word List

abandon adventure ahoy anchor armada arms asea ashore assault attack aye-aye bad bandanna bandit bandolier barbaric barrel battle beach behead boatswain bos'n bounty brawl brutal buccaneer cannon capsize captain capture cargo cave challenge chest coast coastline coins compass confiscate conquest contraband corpse corsair course crew criminal crook crow’s nest cruel curse cutlass cutthroat dagger danger daring dead reckoning deck deck hands desert island dishonest doubloon earring escape evil explore eye  patch fear fearsome ferocious fight first mate flag fleet flotsam and jetsam fortune galleon gangplank gear gibbet gold greed gun gunner gunpowder haul heist high seas hijack hook hold horizon hostile hull hurricane illegal ill-gotten infamous island jetsam jewels Jolly Roger keel keelhaul kidnap kill knife land land-ho landlubber lash lawless legend limey Long John Silver lookout loot lore lucre maggot malaria map marauder mariner maroon mast mates mayhem menace merchant musket mutiny nautical navigate New  World notorious ocean old salt Old World outcasts overboard parley parrot peg leg pieces of eight pillage pirate pistol plank plunder predatory privateer prowl quartermaster quarters quest raid ransack rat rations realm reckoning revenge revolt riches rigging roam rob robber rope  rudder ruffian rum ruthless sabotage sail sailing sailor scalawag scar scurvy seas seaweed sextant ship shipmate shiver-me-timbers shore silver skiff skull and  bones spoils steal swab the deck swagger swashbuckling sword thief thievery thug tides torture trade treachery treasure treasure island truce unlawful unscrupulous vandalize vanquish  vessel vicious vile villain violence violent walk the plank weapons X marks the spot yellow fever yo-ho-ho 

Famous Pirates’ Flags

Other Resources

8 Real-Life Pirates Who Roved the High Seas

The Brief History of Pirates

History of Pirates and Pirate Places

The Way of the Pirate

Glossary of Nautical Terms

Life aboard a pirate ship 

Pirate Life List - Various pirate info and facts, pirate ships and features

A Pirate’s Glossary of Terms

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For When You Get the Chance

My head canon for SWTOR is my Sith Inquisitor is the Apprentice of my boyfriend’s Sith Inquisitor.. so the letter from Theron in KOTFE would be slightly different, since she wasn’t frozen in carbonite.

Here, I wrote a story.

Maaike Konshi stood from her desk as the chrono indicated it was time for her to go home. The rest of the 20-something members of staff, who worked in the SIS Analytics department with her, noticed her movement and glanced toward the chrono too. With no windows it was difficult to lose track of time in the office but today Maaike was counting the seconds.

Not only was the understaffed team working double shifts – which was not unusual – but the things they had to read and analyse were getting more and more savage. This new threat, The Eternal Empire, was far worse than the just-plain-ordinary Empire. She had read they had killed Darth Marr and Darth Xercses. Not that she was saddened by the news, but anyone who could down such well-known, well-feared members of the Dark Council were formidable indeed.

But what was really bothering her was she had had a holocall from her parents in the middle of the night. Full of worry, she answered only to find they were again talking to her about their desire she join the Order, that her brother was fighting to save people and all the things she’d heard a hundred times before. But this time her mother had informed her she was coming to Coruscant to talk to her face to face. Maaike was dreading the mere thought.

So she’d decided she would go to Dealer’s Den and let off some steam. She was still a member of SIS, though, and would keep a limit to how much she gambled and drank. But really, she just needed the release.

- - - -

Walking into Corusant’s most famous cantina she was hit by a wall of sound. The band, the laughing, singing and swearing. Her instincts to go back home were dulled by her need to drink. She ordered one of a purple hue and sat at the bar, trying to think about anything but her mother’s visit.

After two more she noticed a man sat on the other side of the bar, pouring over a datapad. He looked like he was in pain though mental or physical she couldn’t tell. She knew the man, somehow. She had seen him before. She realised where from and decided in her inebriated mind to go sit with him. He looked like he could use the company, after all.

“Hey, I know you,” she slurred slightly taking the stool next to him. He glanced at her briefly then looked back at his datapad. “You know, work hours are over, put that away and enjoy a drink with me.”

“I don’t tend to drink for enjoyment,” he replied simply.

“Right… well… what if I buy you one, huh? Free drink is better than paying for one, don’t you think?”

“Listen, I don’t want any company, okay?”

“What’s the matter, Agent? Something on that datapad got you down? Put it away, forget about it, drink to forget about it,” she said with a drunken smile.

“I appreciate the concern, but really, I’d rather be alone,” his eyes didn’t shift from the datapad and Maaike couldn’t help her curiosity and glanced at the message he had displayed on it.

“Lana Beniko? She’s a Sith, no wonder you look scared,” the Agent suddenly looked her full in the face, his golden eyes blazing with anger.

“You have no right to look at my personal message,” he looked back down at it and swiped it away for a blank one. “And I’m not scared of Lana.”

“If you’re in contact with a Sith you really should-”

“It’s none of your business,” he growled, downing the shot that had been sat next to him since before she’d moved seats.

“I know who you are,” she slurred again. “We worked together.” He raised an eyebrow at this, though still didn’t look away from the empty message, the action pulled at the implant over his left eye, she wondered if it hurt.

“I work alone,” he said distracted and she suspected it was a mantra of his.

“But you worked with those Sith before, on Rishi and Yavin 4, I saw the reports, I worked on ‘em.  Not always alone, it seems.”

- - - -

“Analytics,” Theron realised, looked up and seeing his unwanted companion for the first time since she had sat next to him. The Kiffar had a blue chevron on each cheek, she was pretty, he realised, not that it mattered. His life was falling apart around him and this drunken member of SIS wanted a chat.

“Yeah, ‘xactly. You worked in my office a while back. Operation End Game. Then went and fulfilled the paper work. A rare thing. I prefer desk work, personally. Too much risk in the field.” She was examining the empty glass that was in her left hand and gesturing drunkenly with her right.

“Someone has to do it. I think I’d go under if I had to sit at a desk every day. Almost did during those three months,” he’d resigned to the fact that the woman wasn’t leaving, and she didn’t seem to want to cause trouble, so responded.

“Not my risk,” she pointed to herself “others. I’m not good to have out on the field. That’s why I left the Order.”

“You’re a Jedi?” he looked up, baffled.

“Was gonna be. Realised being Kiffar wasn’t great when it came to the psychometry part. Mine is extra sensitive but my Force stuff is pretty weak,” she wiggled her fingers at him and laughed.

“So you saw a lot of bad things? Even before you got to any real battles?”

“Yeah..,” she trailed off and looked downcast then tried to pull on a smile. “My brother is the Jedi of the family, not me. Apprentice of the Grand Master.”

Theron was taken aback by the unexpected mention of his mother. It only made him think of the last time they’d spoken. Ziost. The last time I saw… he couldn’t even think her name, the pain was too great.

“How about that drink?” he asked. The Kiffar perked up and ordered something for them both. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Maaike,” she beamed, sticking out her hand.

“Theron,” he shook it.

- - - -

Maaike found Theron’s stories of field work thrilling, she remembered many of them from reports but to hear the details from someone who had been there was a whole different deal to the way the reports were written.

She suspected he was only talking because it was distracting him from the datapad still sat in front of him, but she didn’t mind. She was using him for a drinking buddy, he was using her as distraction. This is how friendships are made, mutual using.

“Okay, okay,” she slurred raising her hands in front of her. “You destroyed the ship, happy ending. What I’m interested in is Rishi and Yavin and Ziost. Those events led to what is happening in our galaxy right now. From a professional point of view, it would be useful to learn more about it. Especially since The Eternal Empire just brought down Darth’s Marr and Xercses.”

“You’ve read the reports,” he said with that pained look again. “There’s nothing more to tell.”

“I don’t believe you,” she raised an eyebrow.

“So don’t believe me,” he said angered, scooping up his datapad and turning on his stool to stand.

“No, wait-,” she leant forward to grab him before he could leave but instead her hand landed on the datapad.

The cantina disappeared and she saw a command room, a computer terminal in the middle. Walking toward her was none other than Darth Xercses and his apprentice. To the side of her stood Lana Beniko.

Get me out of here.

Datapad in one hand, the hand of the apprentice came toward her and she stretched out the free hand that was not hers to take it and they shook in greeting.

The next moment she was plunged into darkness. Her eyes adjusted to find she was in a badly lit shack of some kind. Walking outside into the bright heat of the day she again saw Darth Xercses and his apprentice stood opposite Lana Beniko. She felt her heart race a little but wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t her own heart that was reacting to the situation.

After a short chat they all entered the shack. She was now subjected to quick bursts of different days within the place. Planning on overthrowing the Revanites bit by bit, always paying extra attention to the apprentice in the back of her mind, not something that was coming from her own mind but the mind of Theron, whose eyes she knew she was seeing through.

I guess I didn’t need him to tell me about his mission on Rishi after all.

A moment later her body ached and she was running down a hall, away from blaster bolts hitting at the walls she ran by. Safely locking a heavy door between the attackers and herself she found herself being embraced by the apprentice.

“You’re alive,” she sighed with relief, her blue lips parting in a smile, “I wasn’t sure for a moment there.” Maaike felt herself smile down at her.

“I was halfway through the door when I’d seen you’d shown up to rescue me. Should’ve known you would,” she felt her mouth move, her heart increasing again.

The Republic’s best agent has a thing for the Sith.. Apprentice of Xercses who was recently killed, her likely along with him. Lana Beniko must have told him in the message and that’s why he’s here drinking. Poor guy.

During her thoughts many other scenes involving the apprentice appeared to her but she tried to ignore them the best she could, it wasn’t fair, she didn’t want to see these things and he certainly wouldn’t appreciate her seeing them either. They were clearly very personal.

And difficult. Having a thing for a Sith when you’re SIS. Poor guy.

- - - -

Theron had had enough. He came here to escape his thoughts of those times, not to discuss them in detail. He grabbed his datapad and turned to leave. He saw Maaike go to stop him but her hand landed on the datapad instead of his wrist. All of a sudden he couldn’t move the thing away from her and her eyes had gone misty.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked. She didn’t move, it was like she’d been frozen. He tried wriggling the datapad away from her but it was steadfast. Psychometry. Damn, she said it was powerful in her but this.. I’ve never heard of anything like this, no wonder she didn’t want to go into any battles.

As soon as the ability of the Kiffar faded her eyes slowly returned to their proper colour and her hand dropped from the datapad. Theron held on to her shoulders to make sure she didn’t slip off her stool.

“You alright?”

“What’s her name?” she asked, taking two shots in a row. He sat back down next to her, datapad in his lap, looking at his hands resting on top of it.

“Corona,” he almost whispered. “Corona’lux.”

“She might not be-”

“Don’t.” Even if she was alive – which didn’t seem likely – he knew Maaike’s words were more of a curtesy than out of genuine sympathy. Any other SIS agent would be pleased at the news Darth Xercses’ apprentice was… not around. I know different. “She isn’t a Sith. She never wanted to be Sith or Jedi but she was sold to the Academy from slavery. She didn’t have much choice in the matter,” he said defiantly, his head still pointing to his hands in his lap.

“That message from Lana Beniko.. it was about her wasn’t it?” Theron nodded. “Does it say she’s.. gone? Definitely?” she said cautiously. His head lifted.

“No. No, it doesn’t.”

“Then maybe she’s out there. Stranded, hiding, plotting.”

“I-” he paused. “Maybe.”

“If you really care about her you should let her know,” she spoke with drunken knowledge. “She might be dead,” she took another shot “but if she’s not, don’t you think you’ll win a few points with her if you send her a message letting her know you’re here for her?”

“You know, if you can think this straight while drunk, you must be a real asset to the Analytics department while sober.” She beamed at him then pointed to the datapad.

“Go on, it might make you feel better.” Theron sighed but relented.

“Okay,” he sat stooped over his datapad for a while then showed Maaike to read.

“Too formal, you’re not talking to the Director.”

“Hum..,” he made a few changes then showed her again. She shook her head.

After a dozen or so more tries he was getting frustrated.

“From the heart or not at all, she waggled her finger at him.”

“From the heart or not at all..,” he repeated. Theron took a deep breath and prepared to finally write down what he had found so difficult to admit to himself since he had last seen Corona on Ziost.

To: Lord Corona’lux Canis Subject: For when you get the chance.

I’ve written this message twice now. Okay, more than twice. Kinda weird writing something that may never be read. Lana says you’ve disappeared without a trace. (Yeah, we’re in touch. Long story.) I like to think you’re on some tropical planet somewhere, sleeping the last few years of your life off, having one crazy dream. And maybe I’m in it. But I don’t want to presume. We never declared what this–you and me–is… was… Have I mentioned I’m bad at relationships? Another reason I’m a workaholic.

I’m rambling. The point I’m trying to make is–whatever’s between us, I want you to know that I care about you. A lot. The whole galaxy’s lost its mind. The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that you’re out there, and I’m putting together a plan to find you. I might not be with you now –and I’m sorry about that- but I haven’t forgotten about you or our time together. I never will.

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Character Bio: Corona’lux Canis

(Bio form found here)

Introduction of Character

Name: Corona’lux

Age: 26 (3640bby)

Gender: Female

Nickname(s): Corona or Cora

Alias(es): Imperius 

Species: Half human, half Twi’lek.

Era(s): The Old Republic

Birth Date: 3666bby

Death Date: ????

Occupation: Apprentice to a member of the Dark Council

Affiliation(s): Darth Xercses, herself and what she believes to be right

The Character’s Appearance

Appearance:

She has a thin pale face, burned and scarred over almost the whole of the left cheek. Narrow blue eyes, framed with black eyeliner, the thin skin around her eyes is tinted blue, as well as her lips, nails and other areas of thin skin on her body (wrists, elbows etc). Her hair is blue with a fringe resting on her forehead. Her hair is down when she is relaxing but up when fighting or stressed.

Height: 5′7′’

Mass:

Weight: 9st

About the Character

Personality: Having been raised by a defected Sith and Jedi she has no love of either order. She was taught the pros and cons of both and decided she didn’t want anything to do with them when she was very young, as such she is resentful toward the life she is currently living. Her master, though, is not forceful in her keeping to the Sith ways and lets her keep to her own moral path as long as it does not interfere with his plans for the Empire. Her sensitivity to the Force allows her to be extremely observant of other’s feelings. In terms of Light/Dark side, she is very much balanced. She doesn't agree with killing for killing’s sake; killing to defend, however, is fine by her. Whether that be defending against an attack on herself or defending those who would in future be harmed. With those she cares about she is patient and will listen to anything they have to say with true interest. She has a good sense of humour and enjoys music to relax. If it wasn’t for her master she would have fled to the Republic long ago, fighting for them on her own terms. She holds great interest in learning all she can about both sides, just to make sure her morals are where she feels best for them to be. She could use her charm to get any information she needed out of those she could make fall for her, manipulating emotions to get what she needed. 

Traits: 

Intelligent

Reliable

Resourceful

Loyal

Confident

Determined 

Brave

Honest

Independent 

Fear(s): Her ultimate fear is to know for certain she will never see her family again. 

Likes: She is fascinated by lightning and animals alike. Since childhood watching the storms of Rishi and protecting injured or captured creatures. She is also intensely curious and will spend many hours reading history texts and the like. 

Dislikes: She hates cruelty and injustice. She’ll do whatever she can to stop innocent lives being harmed while she is under the Empire’s thumb.  

Habit(s): She sends force lightning across her palms. A lot.

Flaw(s): When angry she becomes the closest thing to Sith she could ever be.

Talent(s): She can sense connections between people easily as well as emotions. She used her connection with the Force to calm the rescued animals when she was a child. Her talent with lightning is strong, having had it from a very young age.

The Character’s Relationship With Others

Reputation:

Many see her as wayward as she refuses to bow to the Sith and their ways. But those close to her would say she is caring and sympathetic. 

Love Interest(s):

Andronikos Revel. Darth Marr - both only flings as a way to relieve tension. Theron Shan - the only person she’s ever been in love with.

Friend(s):

Darth Xercses, Ashara, Talos

Master(s): Darth Xercses

Apprentice(s): n/a

Enemy(ies): Lannlia.

Relationship(s):

Darth Xercses - Xercses took Corona on as his apprentice after he felt her potential with the Force. The other Lords disregarded her talent as she was brought in from slavery. Xercses, having been a slave himself, happily ignored this fact and they very quickly became close. Corona only ever held her tongue enough to not get herself killed by those of higher rank but she did not trust or like them, she believed they were destroying the Galaxy. Other than the small exception of Lana Beniko, Xercses was the only Sith she cared at all for and trusted implicitly. She believed he was “one of the good guys”. Not loyal to the Sith or Empire she only stayed out of loyalty to her Master and her knowing being the apprentice of the newly made Dark Council member would give her better opportunity to find her lost family. She was also aware that many Darths and Lords would have her slaughtered for her lack of loyalty to the Sith Empire and only Xercses kept them at bay. They became very much each other’s family in a sort of God-parent/uncle and god-child/niece kind of relationship. She is fiercely loyal to him despite her not always agreeing with him. 

Ashara Zavros - Ashara became close to Corona the moment she joined Xercses’ crew, both having Light-side morals and being disillusioned by the Empire, Sith and Jedi they had much in common. Fast becoming like sisters, they shared everything. They trained together as Apprentices, sparring with one another to improve their respective skills. Corona helped Ashara quickly realise Talos’ enthusiasm was a good way to learn more of the world she’d newly entered, both being taught by him much of the Empire and Republic’s histories.

Talos Drellik - Talos was friendly with Corona from the start and she was suspicious of him but very quickly realised he was just very enthusiastic about his cause, about learning all he can about the Galaxy. He taught her and Ashara much of history. They became like siblings, often teasing one another but always there when times got tough. 

Khem Val - Khem and Corona never saw eye to eye and avoided each other as much as possible. She did not trust his presence, knowing he would feed on her the moment Xercses wasn’t in the picture.   

Andronikos Revel - Revel very much had a thing for Corona the moment he joined the crew but she never trusted him. She sensed no true loyalty in him. Revel being a pirate made her more suspicious as she had many bad experiences with them on Rishi as a child. She would only seek his company when in need of a way to relax.

Xalek - Xalek being a true follower of the Sith code did not get on with Corona, they rarely saw eye to eye and she felt he was a time bomb of hate and anger. Only the loyalty to their master kept them from any true animosity. 

Lana Beniko - Lana was one of the few Sith Corona cared for, at first being cautious of Xercses’ feelings toward Lana and being cold toward her as Corona feared it might impact his work, she eventually grew to understand Lana was first and foremost interested in her cause and wouldn’t allow Xercses to forget his own. She respected her initiative to join with an SIS member too defeat a threat to everyone. Corona believed if more Sith were like Lana and Xercses the Empire might be worth fighting for, with the few exceptions when it came to just how far she would go to do what she thought was necessary. 

Jakarro/C2-D4 - Jakarro being an actions-before-questions kind of person easily frustrated Corona during planning of any kind of action but during their down-time they got on well. Corona was amused by the love/hate relationship of the Wookie and Droid and even more so of the droid’s exaggerated pessimism. 

Theron Shan - Theron had Corona’lux’s heart from the moment she first heard his voice, even if she didn’t realise it. She was intensely curious about the Republic and so bombarded him with questions. She respected his initiative to join with a Sith to defeat a threat to everyone. She tried to keep her distance knowing any friendship she established with him would end the moment their mission was through. This, however, backfired spectacularly as she found herself falling in love with him and could sense through the Force he was falling in love with her too. Inevitably they had to part, but it was on good terms, with Corona stating if it wasn't for Xercses she would have gone with Theron to the Republic.  

Darth Marr - Darth Marr and Corona’lux did not see one another often but as she was the apprentice of a fellow Dark Council member their paths did cross once in a while. She held respect for Marr unlike any other member of the Council - other than of course Xercses. She saw Marr as the only other Darth who could actually benefit the lower classes of the Empire, she thought he was headed in the right direction despite not always agreeing with his methods. She was one of the few to ever see him without his mask, this being due to his mild infatuation with her and the two seeking to release stress.

The Character’s Abilities

Jedi?: No. Sith Acolyte then Apprentice. Does not consider herself Sith or Jedi.

Fighting Style: Ranged

Preferred Weapon(s): Force Lightning

(On a scale of 1 - 10; 1 being terrible and 10 being the best)

Agility: 8/10

Swordsmanship: 6/10

Force: 9 /10

Defense: 8/10

Offense: 7/10

People Skills: 8/10

The Character’s Familial/Biographical Information

Birthplace: Rishii Village

Homeworld: Rishi

Family:

Luna’lux. Sister. Alive. Whereabouts unknown.

Bura��heco - Alias. Jedi Knight Iozol Vao. Father. Unknown

Lilea Cah- Alias. Sith Lord Kalira Kiyanu. Mother. Unknown.

Background:

Born on Rishi in 3666BBY to a Twi’lek father and human mother. She has a twin sister who very much took after their father. Corona took after her mother.

Her mother was a Sith Lord, tasked with killing a Jedi leader on Taris. His organisation and strength with the Force could change the tide of the fighting. She never intended to kill him. She would surrender and instead ask if she could change sides. She had had enough of the brutality of the Sith.

Her father was a Jedi Knight, tasked with killing a Sith leader on Taris. Her wit and strength with the Force could change the tide of the fighting. He never intended to kill her. He would surrender and instead ask if he could change sides. He had had enough of the emotionless state of the Jedi.

They talked and talked, sabers on the floor between them. Red and blue, side by side. Neither liked the idea of either side of the force so they ran.

From planet to planet, moon to moon, space station to space station they ran. For almost four years they hid from the Empire and Republic.

Inevitably they fell in love. And nearing the fourth year of their desertion they discovered the former Sith was pregnant. The only safe place to settle, they decided, would be Rishi. Full of outlaws, pirates, criminals; nobody would a8sk questions.

Finding themselves taken in by a Rishii village, they became close with the bird-like aliens. They were family. They felt safe and protected as the time came for the delivery.

Much to their surprise, they were twins. Two girls. One who looked perfectly human except for the tint of blue around her eyes, in her nails, her lips and the small patch of hair she was born with was bright blue like her father’s skin. The other was Twi’lek, blue like her father, with nothing that would hint at her having a human mother.

They named them Corona’lux and Luna’lux. They thought sharing half a name would keep them close in these hard times. To remind them always that they are twins.

 They spent 7 years as a family. The children running off to play with the pirate kids. The parents trying to establish some kind of government, some kind of order to Rishi. They ended illegal smuggling of animals fairly quickly. Bringing them back to be looked after by the village and the children. Corona very quickly learned what they liked to eat and how to best look after them, Luna preferred to read about the Galaxies history.

Both were told of how their parents met, how they had abandoned the Sith and Jedi ways. How they would likely be force sensitive too. They both loved listening to the stories, scrunching their noses whenever Sith or Jedi were mentioned.

The kind acts of their parents did not go unnoticed by the pirate gangs on Rishi. They came together to create a plot to end their good ways – ways which were bad for business.

They came in the night. Ransacked the Rishii village and made their way to the small house the force sensitive family had made. Some of the pirates dragged the parents off into the night while the others decided what to do with the children. Unaware any of them were force sensitive, they didn’t think to turn them to the Sith or Jedi academies. As they discussed the children’s fates a brave Rishii attempted to rescue them. Blasters went off in all directions and a small bomb was thrown.

Corona dived at her sister and shielded her to protect her from the blast, Luna’s head hit the ground hard and her cheek was embedded with glass already on the floor from the break in. After the bomb detonated Corona felt agony on the left side of her face, the side most exposed, but she ignored it, she had to check on her sister.

Luna was unconscious. Or at least she hoped so. Glass protruding from her cheek Corona pulled it out and blood began to fall from the wound. As Corona cried for her sister to be okay the Rishii ran to them and told her to run; he could protect Luna but not them both. Corona ran.

She found a young Grophet mother and her babies being hunted down, she protected the animal and calmed them, Corona ended up living with the small Grophet family in the underground of Rishi. Stealing to survive as it was too dangerous to return to the village and became a young pirate of her own.

Shortly after she rescued a Thranta and her and her animal companions cared for each other for a year before she was caught and sold to slavery.

She spent five miserable years as a slave, being sent from one fool to the next when one day she couldn’t control herself and used the force to keep back the slavers. She protected all the slaves she could until a Sith scout was sent for to test her sensitivity to the force and take her to the Sith Academy for training.

She didn’t go willingly but on a promise all the slaves she’d tried to save would be killed in the most awful way if she continued fighting, she went to the Academy.

Ten years of being an Acolyte and she was chosen to be the Apprentice or the only Sith she had any respect for. Lord Xercses.