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Subject Interview: Veimmeri

Introduction: “Hello, I am Veimmeri. It is very nice to meet you.”

Name: “ Veimmeri, I no longer use my last name.”

Nickname: “Amaryllis, Ama, Meri, Eri.”

Preferred name: “Veimmeri or Meri.”

Age: “It is rude to ask a woman her age.”

Gender: “Female.”

Race: “Human.”

Sexuality: “Pansexual.”

Personality: Veimmeri is a maternal force of nature. She is soft, gentle and kind, but has the capacity to be fierce when she needs to be. She is stubborn and stronger than she looks. She has dealt with much in her life, and somehow she always has come out on top.

Voice: She has a soft soprano voice that deepens to a lower soprano range when she raises her voice.

Abilities/ skills: She is a skilled dancer and even more skilled in the ways of staying under the radar when she wants. 

Likes: She loves music, flowers, and watching the sunsets

Dislikes: She cannot stand handsy men and rude customers. 

Bio:  Viemmeri was raised in a highborn family, in and out of royal courts and politics. She was tricked and sold into the human trade as a young adult. She worked in a brothel until she was able to get free with some outside help. She now lives in the outside world as a free woman. 

~Appearance~

Hair color: Light blonde

Hair Style: loose or braided

Hair Type: Long

Eye color: Light Blue

Skin color: Fair

Makeup: She wears makeup often

Body Type: slender

Height: 5’4

Tattoos: She has a tattoo on her hip bone

Scars: She has many

~Family~

Dad: Her father is a politician 

Mom: Her mother was a lady of the court

Brother: She did not have any brothers

Sister: Her sister is a wonderful little firecracker

Lover: She currently has none.

Kids: She doesn’t have any live children.

~Relationships~

Mentor: Rema

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Black Mark Au

When one turned from a child to an adult, a black mark appeared where their soulmate would first touch them. Most had handprints, some gentle, others not so much. Lily half expected hers to be like so many of the crew she served with, black marks made in the heat of violence, battles, arguments. One man even had a straight line where his soul made eventually cut him with a sword during a duel. Apparently that counts as first touch, she didn't question the universe. But when hers appeared, she was confused. It wasn't a handprint, nor a straight line like cut. Instead it appeared to be be someone's arm barring her from something, stretching across her chest to her shoulder. Naturally, when her mark was not visible people assumed the worst. Sympathy was given for the "horribly terrible" situation she must meet her soulmate in. She simply shook her head and brushed them off as clueless. She spent the next weeks and months irritated with who ever thought they would bar her from something she wanted to do, clearly they did not know her.

During one of the numerous battles in those months, the chaos of the fight knocked her blade from her hand as she hit the deck. A solid kick from her sent the man scrambling back into another pair fighting as she reached for her sword. The man grabbed ahold of the young boy, a newer member to the crew she served on, and threw him to the ground next to her. The moment her landed half atop of her, she felt that indescribable feeling as his arm landed perfectly along the mark hidden under her clothes. She pushed him off her and scrambled to her feet as he tried to speak, clearly having felt it as well.

"Try not to die and we can discuss this later alright niño?" She muttered before rushing back into battle.

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Black and white soulmate AU

Jack knew the color would probably never come, he spent his life traveling on the ships. He moved around too often to ever find her if she even existed. He wished he could see the colors that other sailors told him about. The blue of the ocean, or the painted sky he saw in various shades of black and grey. He was told by people all the time that the first time they saw color, it changed their lives. Their favorite color often matched something they saw on their soulmate, their eye color, hair color, something of the like. He always chuckled, the hopeless romantic in him yearned for that moment, but the skeptic in him laughed. The day started as they all do, his ship tied off on the docks, and he headed for the tavern as he always does. Walking in the bar, a small brawl had started, yet he sat down at the bar. He ordered his drink and glanced around the bar, his eye catching some woman. He shrugged it off, glancing into the mirror as he sipped his drink. He coughed, his drink catching in his throat as he saw for the first time the subtle hazel color of his eyes. He glanced around the room again, eyes searching for the woman that had begun to bring color to his world.

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Mood board inspired by Isieri

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Moodboard inspired by Lyra

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Things that the characters always keep on them and why: 

Jack: 

A cross necklace: he wears an all silver Celtic cross. His mother was very religious and made him wear one to protect him. When his mother died, he never could bear to take it off as it is a reminder of her. Plus as Marcus found out, he is convinced that bad things happen when he takes it off.

Picture of Analise and Sarah in the top of his compass: He blames his wife and daughter’s death on himself, and as such refuses to let him forget their memory. He won’t take it off to remind him constantly to be better. 

A dagger: His life is threatened so often that he refuses to take one of them off. It was the one that if Father gave him when he first started training. 

Marcus: 

A silver and black Celtic cross:  He wears it because he has come to believe it is the only thing keeping him from going dark. In the Navy, he was told there are no such things as an atheist in battle. It was the one thing he was allowed to bring with him from home. The cross was his father's and it's all he has left of his family. 

Letter: He carries a folded up letter from his two kids. It has drawings on it and always makes him smile. It makes life seem better when he has hard times. 

Dagger: He carries a dagger as a defense for himself or Jack. He never uses it for anything else and often spends his free time sharpening it to make sure when he needs it he can use it. 

Lily: 

Green Scarf: She wears this around her head. It belonged to the older woman who helped her. She was the one who took care of her off and on until she was picked up by the Captains. It reminds her of where she came from. 

A locket: The locket contains a picture of her and her lover. It is a reminder of why she continues to do what she does and helps people, and why no matter what people say, she is more than the gift. 

A lily necklace: This was given to her bu friends of her family. It was her adoptive mother's, and she keeps it to remind herself of everyone who fought and died to make sure she was given a chance at a life that wasn't controlled by Derek or the groups.

A dagger: The dagger she carries at all times is the first one she was given. It reminds her of the people who risked their lives to help her and to do the same. 

Duncan:

His necklace: his necklace is from his family line. The pendant carries the crest of his bloodline, one who has birthed immortal defenders for centuries. It is his reminder of his father, who died defending the clan. 

His bow: while this occasionally is removed, he carried it and his quiver whenever he goes out and during most of the day and it is always near him if it is removed. It is a reminder to always be ready, and one of the few things he has from his clan. 

His tartan: He always wears something with the tartan pattern of his clan. He is the last surviving member of this clan, and as such he carries it on with pride and in a manner to bring honor. It reminds him to behave in honorable ways. 

Tala:

Her bracelet: she never takes off a leather cord bracelet that she has. The pebble tied to it is from the stream near where her daughter is buried. 

Lyra: 

Her necklace: the leather cord holding a ring around her neck is from her lover. The leather cord is the cord from his shirt and his ring. She put it on the day he was killed and has never taken it off sense. It reminds her of her mission and not to get close to anyone. It affirms her decisions and gives her confidence on days she struggles as a Captain, reminding her he believed in her. 

Her belt/pouches: although they are used differently now, she has worn these for years, since her beginnings as a healer. They were a gift from her mentor, who was killed in front of her. They remind her of where she came from, and that if she made it to where she is now, she can do anything. 

Her bandana and beads: the bandana and beads that hang from it are from her first captain. While he was an overall ass, he was the first one to make her feel at home on the ship and at sea. She keeps this on for comfort and familiarity sense so little has been constant in her life. She thinks it also helps her look the part of a pirate if nothing else. 

Aiden:

His dagger: it is the first dagger he ever had, and he hasn't taken it off since the first attack on him and his mother's life. 

A charm: He carries a charm from Thomas and Sam of the underground group they run and his family has been part of for a number of years. 

A stone: he keeps a stone from the shore of his home port to carry a piece of his home with him.

A picture of his mother: the picture is of his mother and him as an infant. He keeps it so he can remind himself that he needs to come home after every mission. 

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Subject: Isieri  Memory: Error

Memory Source: Fragmented

Number of Fragments: 12

Examine all fragments: Successful

Processing...

"Young Isieri, I wanted to introduce myself. I am Master Aleron Terrkell, I've heard many things about you." The young girl glanced up to the Jedi master, shy at first. He smiles softly at her as if to reassure her. She smiled back. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you Master Terrkell. How can I help you?" "I was wondering if you'd like to sit down with me, perhaps even show me a few things you've learned, I've heard you are in the top of your classes." "If you would like, I have plenty of time." He guided her off to a smaller training room. He sat down by the wall on the floor, motioning her to join him. She was puzzled but did. "Do you like it here in the order?" "They teach me much of that I need to learn." "But do you like it here?" "Sometimes. It's been quite difficult of late if I'm being honest." "Always be honest with me, young one. There is no danger talking with me. Why has it been difficult?" "Of course Master Terrkell. They think I will lose my way. I don't meet their expectations." He nods and pauses to think. "Do you have many friends? Are you close with any of your teachers?" She shakes her head. "No, not many. I'm close with a few of the others, but most of them think I'm weird because I'm different." "Why are you different?" He asks, looking a bit concerned. "My lightsaber is purple instead of blue or green. Everyone else's is blue or green." Terrkell smiles softly at the child. "Maybe that makes you special. Although I know how cruel children can be at times. I hear you are quite gifted for your age. Tell me, how would you like to become my padawan?" Isieri blinks surprised and looks to him. "Really?" "Well of course. It might not be easy, or fun all the time, but I think with some time and getting to know one another, we will make a great team while you learn. What do you say?" "I'd love to." She smiles, excitedly hugging him before freezing and glancing up to him. He laughs softly and hugs her a moment before carefully standing. "Come along then, we should make sure it is official."

As they exited the room and went to find whoever he was looking for, they were stopped by a man. "Master Terrkell, I see you have found your padawan." "Yes, we were just going to make my request." "But didn't they say-" "I am aware what they said. I said what I said." "This child must be set on the right course. You were picked from those looking for padawan's for a reason Terrkell. She is too unpredictable, to filled with anger." Terrkell clenched his jaw seeing the young girl look down, shoulders slumped. "She is but a child. If children weren't prone to straying and wandering, we wouldn't need to train them. Training a padawan is there for a reason. As I see it, she passed the trails to become a padawan. That is the end of the discussion." "You know what your orders are Terrkell, be careful you do not become too personally invested." "I appreciate the warning. If you excuse me, I have business to attend to." Terrkell gently rested his hand on her shoulder and guided her past them.

Next Fragment Processing...

"Master Terrkell?" "Yes, young Padawan?" "Were you assigned to me as he had said?" There was a heavy sigh before his response came. "Yes. But I wanted to give you the option, if a Master and a Padawan don't get along well, the teaching and learning will suffer." "So you knew, what they think of me?" There was another long sigh. "Yes. But oftentimes, they forget what it is like to be a child learning. They forget that Jedi aren't clones, and they don't always behave how you want. Not to say they are wrong or misguided, but sometimes they forget that differences aren't always bad." "So you think they are wrong?" "I think you will be a great Jedi someday." Isieri opens one eye to peek at him sitting across from her, eyes closed. "I am only trying to center myself through meditation, as you are supposed to be. And last I tried, it works best with your eyes closed, and when you aren't asking questions." She closed her eye, "Sorry Master." She wondered how he knew she had peeked. Had her eyes been open, she'd see the smirk and silent chuckle come from the older man.

Next Fragment Processing...

“Master, I’m sorry I just don’t understand why you can’t answer my question?” Terrkell stood to walk away from her, his emotion uncharacteristically high. She stood and followed him. “Master please, I just want-” “I will not teach you about the dark side. Not beyond what I have told you. You don’t need to know any more than that. Now, return to your meditations. It is essential for you to be able to connect to the force.” “Master, I just want to understand. I did not mean to upset you.” Her tone and gaze fell. He sighs, turning back to her and resting his hand on her shoulder. “I know. You are young and curious. But your curiosity could land you into more trouble than you can handle right now. The Dark side draws people into it, twisting their minds to its whims. If you start trying to understand and learn about it while you still are learning, you are at more risk. Trust me Isieri, I don’t keep things from you just to keep them from you. What you are asking is dangerous, and it’s my job to keep you safe until you can keep yourself safe.” His voice was stern, calm, and lacking the emotion she could see in his eyes. She nodded and he walked away, leaving her to continue as he said.

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“Good, now watch that foot.” Terrkell watches as she adjusts her stance. “Better. Now remember, mimic me step by step, this sequence can be a bit complicated but I think you will enjoy this one.” They move through the sequence slowly at first, then again a bit faster, repeating until Isieri missed a part. Terrkell stopped, smiling. “That was good! You nearly had it, a few more tries and I bet you have it down.” “Yea, but I messed up.” “Everyone does. Come on, let’s try it again. I’ll bet that you can’t get this time.” He said with a smirk. She looks to him and smiles, scoffing and shaking her head. “You’re on old man”

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“Focus Isieri.” Terrkell’s voice speaks firmly, watching her move through technique drills. “I am. It’s hard to block invisible blasts.” She snaps, pausing. Terrkell sighs. “Well, I’m not exactly about to shoot at you when you can barely stay on your feet through a stationary form drill.” He speaks simply. “I’m standing just fine,” Isieri argues. Terrkell moves over to her and he pushes lightly on her shoulder, causing her to lean over slightly until she had to take a step to keep from falling over. “Standing just fine until the wind blows.” He teases. “How else should I stand then?” She askes with a frustrated huff. “Try again, same stance, just a bit wider. You can’t fight with no balance.” He comments stepping back to supervise her drills. She sets her stance and runs through the drill again. She paused adjusted her stance again and continued again. “Pause,” Terrkell instructed, Isieri nearly immediately following as instructed. he approached her once again, gently pushing on her shoulder. She leaned slightly but didn’t lose her balance. He stepped back with a nod. “Good, go on, continue.” Isieri held back a grin and continued the drill.

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Isieri’s saber crackled as it crossed with Terrkell’s. She pushed back against his blade, feeling him give into her and allow it. She disengaged, stepping to the side as she arched her saber down towards his leg. He easily blocked it, stepping away from her, holding his hand up, pausing the fight. “Why did you push into the block just to disengage?” “Why did you allow it?” “Isieri, if you are on the defensive, why telegraph your change to offense by pushing into a block? Why not just disengage and switch into offensive?” “You’re the Jedi Master, you tell me?” “Isieri, I know the answer. I don’t ask you because I don’t know, I ask because you need to know. You can develop your own fighting style if you with, but to break rules you first must know them.” She sighs before taking up a stance again. “Alright. Let’s try this again, don’t go easy on me this time.” “My goal is to train you, not beat you. I offer you enough, not more.” He says taking up a stance and immediately deflecting a sloppy blow. The look he gave her drew a smirk from her as she went after him again, once again easily blocked.

Next Fragment Processing...

“Isieri, we have a mission to go to. Devaron. They want us to go see what is going on there. We leave in the morning.” Terrkell mentioned. Isieri glanced up from the information she was studying. “What? But you aren’t combative? You don’t believe we should be in this war, why send you?” “I am the one they believe will be able to take out what is left. There is a temple on the Planet, they want to recapture it if possible. There is knowledge there that can be used.” “But you don’t want to go.” “The Council asked me to go, and I will not say no to them.” He gave her a knowing look and she nodded before returning to her study.

Next Fragment Processing...

She sat in a seat beside Terrkell. Normally he would pilot, but considering the mission and the nervousness of his padawan, he declined. He sat beside her as the ship took off, his arm around her shoulders, comforting her. She leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes as she calmed from the reassurance. The moment of comfort was short, but when she sat up the calmness stayed with her.

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“Ri? Ri!” Terrkell calls concern in his voice, looking across the mess of the trees the had just collapsed from a blast.  He looked around, ignoring the approaching droids. “Isieri!” She coughs, moving away from the mess of branches. Terrkell spots her and runs over to her, scooping her up into his arms. “You’re alright.” He breathed. “We aren’t going to be if we don’t hurry.” Isieri’s words squeaked out from the dust and force of Terrkell’s hug. He lets go of her, glancing back to the droids that approach them. “Perhaps it’s time we fall back and refigure our battle plans.” He muttered before leading her away.

Next Fragment Processing...

“So, Master Terrkell. What's this I hear about you losing a sparring match against Crim?" Isieri prodded. Terrkell scoffed and looked to the Clone Captain. "I thought we had a deal?" "What can I say, she is a persistent little one." Crim shrugs. "So it is true? You lost against him!" She laughed. "You're never living this down!" Terrkell grabbed at his chest, joking at being hurt. "Oh no, what will I ever do, my padawan has realized I don't always win." "You sure you're not getting to old master? Maybe you should see about finding a place to settle." Isieri teased. Terrkell raised his brows at her comment and without hesitation, she ducked behind Crim as her master ran after her. Running between the clones, the two Jedi raced after each other, laughter coming from all involved.

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"Master!" Isieri's voice drew his attention as she ran towards him, he looked to the advancing forces and looked back to her. "They haven't seen you. Go. Hide and when they leave, call the council using the transmitter on the ship." He called to her. She stopped a moment, blinking in disbelief. "Master, no. You'll die, we can make it to the ship and go." "Isieri we don't have time for this! I will buy you time but they must know what happened. Go!" She looked up to see the forces moving towards him. She makes her decision and begins running towards him again. He looks to the forces and waves his hand, sending them back before doing the same to Isieri, a strong force sending her body backward behind the cover of a fallen fighter. She slid in between the wreckage, her head jarring against the metal. Her head spun from the disorientation as she scrambled to her knees, looking for her master, expecting the clones to be standing around him. Instead, she saw his body laying on the ground, the clones nowhere in sight. Her heart stopped a moment, her head scrambling with only one answer for the lost time. Without looking around she crept out to where her fallen master lay. She knelt beside him for a few moments, her head bowed in respect and grief. A few tears fell from her cheeks, rage building in her chest, but his voice echoed in her mind. "Isieri, do not let your emotions control you. Focus on your mission." She collected her thoughts and buried her emotions knowing she must get to the ship and find a way to contact the council. She looked around for his saber, figuring she would show it to the council as proof of her master's fate, but could not find it. Realization the clones must have taken it as proof of the same did little but flare up her rage. She stood, and began the slow and careful journey to the ship. It seemed that this planet was crawling with clones or droids, neither of which she knew if she could trust. Before she even made it to the ship, heart sunk. The charred remains said where the ship she was supposed to use to call the council sat before this. Still, she went to the wreckage, searching for anything that could help her, but finding nothing. The sun was setting, the darkness only fueling the panic that had begun to set in. Knowing that they would be looking for anyone who looked Jedi, she left to find a hiding place until the council sent more Jedi to squash the uprising that happened here.

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The nightmares didn't start until days after Master Terrkell had passed. After a few days, she had given up on more help coming. She needed something to do. She had spent time meditating, at first trying to clear her head of emotions. She wanted to do as he always had said and not let her emotions consume her. To keep a clear head and think clearly about the situation at hand, but every time she thought of the situation, the more she wanted to go out and find the people who killed him. She wanted to see them defeated in the same way he was. Jedi are not supposed to wish death upon another, but every time she closed her eyes she saw him lying in the dirt. Anger and hatred welled up into her mind, pain and fear at the loss of her mentor, grief at the death of someone she cared for deeply. That day when she opened her eyes she realized she wasn't on the Jedi path. She had broken many rules, and bitterly she had to admit they were right. Attachments breed emotions that lead far from those that Jedi are supposed to hold. But how could someone who has been through what she has let go of the things that drive her forward? She remembers what one teacher had told her, when faced with a bully what do you do? Talk with them and teach them how their actions hurt others or beat them into defeat, humiliate them into stopping. Is that not what she faced right now, a bully who had taken something she held dear?  She realizes with a sudden shock her answer. The teacher had said Jedi should always choose the first one. But here she was wanting victory over the bully for what they had taken. Victory. Vengeance. Things Jedi didn't want, yet she wanted and she didn't want to not want them. For years she had used emotion to center her while she used the force, emotions they said she shouldn't. She struggled to concentrate at times without emotion, so she never stopped. The truth weighed down on her mind until she couldn't ignore it anymore. She wasn't on the right path, she had strayed. The problem was she didn't want to go back to the correct path, nor did she want to run off into the chaos of the Darkside. She wanted to walk along the path, guided but true to what she felt. You can't fight for your life without hoping for victory, but nor should you relish others defeat so much so you look for it. She'd find a way to balance it, avoid falling to the ways of the Darkside without becoming unable to be who she was. The nightmares started that night, a visual emotional tug of war between the two sides of her that wanted control. At first it was nightmares of her losing control to one side or the other, murdering people for no reason one night, to failing to act because it wouldn't follow the code of the other the next. It was to the point some nights she would run herself through technique drills till she was tired enough to be able to fall asleep hoping the nightmares wouldn't come. She set her own code over a few weeks, after a spat with a patrol and an attempt at getting supplies. She wouldn't hesitate to defeat an enemy, but she wouldn't kill an unarmed or defeated person. She wouldn't cause unnecessary harm or suffering. She sought knowledge to do what she wanted, the power to do as she must, the strength to do the right thing, the structure to walk in harmony but the freedom to walk through the chaos. It was a simple code for now, but it was her code, and she could add to it when she felt she needed to. The understanding of her code helped easy the nightmares, helped focus her training, and helped keep her sane. They still appeared with vengeance on days in which she fought, days that she tried to use the force in a new way. Some days she felt she couldn't keep away from the simplicity of the dark side, but others she felt challenged enough to focus on the light side. She began to find a rhythm in the pulling of the sides, and in doing so felt more connected to the force than she had in years. But the dreams increased in frequency, a constant reminder she was fighting with herself even when she was at peace with herself. At least, she believed she was at peace until that large ship came down and she set off to go take on another patrol.

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Subject: Lily Memory: #22620

Violence/Gore Warning

As Lily entered the room, a small child ran to her. She instinctively picked her up, holding her close to comfort her. 

“What is this? You said when I spied on them you wouldn’t bring her into this.” Lily asked the man standing in the room. He shrugged. 

“I changed my mind. Her father-”

“No, screw that. She did nothing if you have an issue with him take up the consequences with him.”

Laszlo shook his head. “You are soft Lily. Maybe while you’re out playing pirate, kids are safe; but here, on land, in the groups you willingly joined, we follow a different set of rules.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Every group will find out about this, and they will want your head.”

“Just give me the child. You don’t have to watch if you can’t handle it.”

“I’m taking her back home. You almost blew my cover taking her as it is.” Lily turned to walk out the door but was met with two solid bodies blocking the way. She clutched the child close to her, glaring daggers at the men. 

“Just give him the kid Lil, it ain’t worth a punishment.”

“You aren’t half the man I thought you were Finn. You would let him kill a child?”

“I don’t have a choice and neither do you, Lil. Give him the child”

“Over my dead body,” Lily growled, switching to hold the child with one arm, pulling a dagger with her free hand. “Move Finn, Thane. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.” 

Finn’s face contorted in frustration, his hand moving to pull his own weapon. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that.” He said through clenched teeth as he slashed for her. She dodged it, but barely. She wasn’t surprised when the next blow landed, cutting into her side, she knew she couldn’t take both of them on a good day, and here she was weighed down by a child. The spat lasted a minute, at most, before she was overpowered. She felt the child ripped from her grasp by Thane as Finn held her back, his hands locked firmly around her elbows. The girl screamed as she was dropped in front of Laszlo. Lily looked back Finn, her eyes pleading as she heard the sword be drawn. He glanced away, and she took the opportunity to break free from his grasp with a solid elbow to his gut. She reached the child faster then she thought she’d have been able to, pulling her to her chest as the sword sashed across her back, drawing a scream from her lungs. She held the child close, her body slumped over the fragile girl’s.

"You are a dumb child. Just let me kill the brat, she is nothing to you. She is British, not even of your nationality, your country is at war with hers, you have no loyalty to her" Laszlo growled. 

“Sir, you can’t continue with Lily, she will die. We need to get her to the Doc’s. Surely you can wait until she’s more stable to-” Finn’s concern was cut off. 

“Leave, both of you. She and I are going to finish this alone.” She glanced towards them as Finn hesitated but walked from the room, Thane following close behind. Lily looked to the scared child in her arms before responding to Laszlo.

"She is a child. Who her father works for isn’t her fault. You don't hurt children. I won't let you hurt her." Lily’s voice was quiet, her arms still wrapped protectively around the trembling child.

"Then I will kill you and her." She could see him raise the sword from the shadow on the floor in front of her. The warning about her gift ran through her head: ‘Those of your bloodline with your gift, they all have died defending someone. When you die it will likely be the same, and the next and the next. It’s the curse of the gift.” She holds the girl close and closes her eyes.

Before the sword struck the door burst open, a gunshot sounding off. A voice was calling the girl’s name. She would be safe. Even without the blow from the sword, Lily collapsed onto her side upon this realization. She opened her eyes to see a man kneeling over them, even as she felt her life draining, she knew it was the girl’s father. 

"It's my blood, she is okay..." Lily whispered as she felt hands pull the child from her arms. 

"Oh thank god, you're alright. My baby…" she smiles softly hearing the male’s voice. The man kneels beside her, placing the girl down and lifts her chin to see her face. 

"Lo Siento, I couldn’t get her away" She chokes out softly. The man looked puzzled for a moment before she closed her eyes again, her mind falling silent. 

~

She woke in a bed with a start, moving to sit up before freezing in pain. When she looked around, she recognized the room, the house it belonged in. Her confusion overrode her pain as she tried to stand, not understanding how she got her, or how she was still alive. 

“Oh good your awake- what are you doing lay back in that bed young lady. You are nowhere near healed enough to be standing.” A  woman whom she had overlooked before rushed over to her, gently forcing her to sit back down. Lily grasped her arm, not sure if she knew this woman, but the panic in her mind overrode her concern.

"The girl, where is she? Is she okay? Did she make it home?” Her voice was quiet, rough and cracking but she didn’t care. The woman sighs but nods. 

“Now lay down.” She ordered.

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Subject Interview: Isieri Vanekry

Quotes: “You feel important? Trying to scare a kid? I’m not scared.”

“That Order took everything I had left. I will avenge my Master, and I will survive.”

“The Jedi, at least what is left of them, left me here, with nothing but enemies surrounding me. What kind of loyalty is that?”

“I’ve been called worse things by my peers and those I looked up to. You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to get under my skin.”

Introduction: “My name is Padawan Isieri Vanekry.”

Name: “Isieri Vanekry”

Nickname: “My Master sometimes called Eri or Ri when we were light hearted or when he praised me.”

Preferred name: “Isieri, unless I know you well enough.”

Age: “14, maybe 15 by now”

Gender: “Female”

Race: “Human”

Sexuality: “I can’t answer that.”

Powers: “I was being trained as a Jedi. Powers? Skills. There is a difference.”

Weapons: “I wield a purple lightsaber. Yes, purple. Yes, I know what they symbolizes, why do you think I’m here?”

Personality: “I have been called reckless, prideful, and arrogant. I have been stubborn from the time I was born till now. I don’t stop, and I don’t give up. My goals drive me, often copolited by my emotions. I said I was being trained, not that I had finished training, not everyone fits well into the mold.”

Beliefs: “I don’t have a good answer anymore. I follow my code, it dictates what I can and can’t do. No, I said my code, not one someone else made for me to follow.”

Voice: “As you can hear, I have a middle ranged voice.”

Abilities/ skills: “I am a force user. It’s a skill. I also am working on improving my sparring, and saber skill.”

Inabilities: “I tend to, lose control of my emotions easily. I don’t follow orders well. There is more, but is it wise to list them all?”

Love to be done: “I love to be accepted, encouraged and assured I am doing well or the right thing. Yes, it’s simple, but growing up as one who others like you historically fall to the dark side in one way or another tends to lend people to be critical of you no?”

Likes: “I love storms, thunderstorms. The power and energy is enchanting.”

Dislikes: “Currently? Whoever sent that order. People who are willing to betray others for their own gain. Corruption, undue harm, what? I still follow Jedi beliefs, even if I don’t agree with everything, I’m not not Sith.”

Treasures most: “I don’t have many treasured items, hard to when you travel around alot. I treasure memories of happiness and peace, of safety. They are hard to find of late.”

Weakness: “Unlike the Jedi, I have strong emotions. I haven’t learned to detach and I don’t think I ever will.”

Strength: “I won’t stop until my mission is done. I am really good at finding and exploiting weaknesses. Pushing buttons, if you wanna call it that.”

Completely break: “Tsk you don’t believe I’d make it that easy?”

Faults: “I’m loyal to a fault. Persistent to a fault. Some say arrogant is my biggest fault.”

Things never to be done: “I won’t answer this question.”

Biggest secret: “Wouldn’t be a secret than would it?”

Shows affection: “I will do anything for the person I care about. I will protect them with my life.”

Home: “I can’t say if I have one anymore”

Bio:  “I was raised in the Jedi Temple, studying and learning as all do. From the time my lightsaber was created, my teachers warned me to be aware of myself. Growing up, I’ve had a hard time fitting into the mold that Jedi fit into. I’ve always worked hard, and when I was made a Padawan it felt well earned to me. But, they said I needed a Master who could correct my path. Master Aleron Terrkell was the Master they chose for me. He was a strict but kind man. He told me the first step to getting better is to accept myself, and just never stop trying to improve. He encouraged me to use my emotion in my fighting, to learn to master a different style than he used, but that was gaining some ground. He never was worried for me until I began asking about why we don’t learn more about the dark side of the force. He became very stern in his teaching for some time after that, warning me of my moral compass and to be sure it was pointing me in the right direction, and kept stating he would try to ensure that I didn't fall victim to the same calling others historically did. When the order came through, we had been sent to a planet a ways off so we didn’t what was happening. We managed to avoid the first attack, but he didn’t think we both would make it to the ship. He told me to make sure I got to the ship and transmitted to the Jedi what he thought was some uprising at first. Although, we both knew better, and he told me he would buy me some time to get there and get away. I refused, but he forced me away from the battle. He was killed, the ship was destroyed before I could get to it so they knew I was trapped on the planet. I hid and waited for help to arrive, but they never came. I didn’t learn about the order until later, overhearing a patrol talking about it, and how some had gotten away and formed some kind of resistance. But still, they never came to look for any Jedi that survived. I don’t really blame them, with my Master dead, who would have thought his Padawan survived. I’ve tried to self train ever since, taking on small patrols and disrupting supply transports when I could. I’ve just been waiting for the chance to sneak off this damned planet.”



~Appearance~

Hair color: “I have a light brown blondish hair color.”

Hair Style: “I keep it tied off to one side with some bands.”

Hair Type: “Straight.”

Eye color: “Light blue”

Skin color: “Tan”

Body Type: “I’ve often been referred to as ‘tiny’”

Height: “5’2”

Weight: “100lbs”

Tattoos: “None”

Scars: “Who doesn’t have some?”

Outfit: “I wear the robes that many do. I have grey robes, with a reddish maroon color tunic, brown pants, and blakc belt and boots. “

~Family~

Dad: “I do not remember much of him, not even a name.”

Mom: “I know she was someone of relative importance on my home planet, but I do not remember.”

Brother: “None to my knowledge.”

Sister: “None to my knowledge.”

Lover: “No.”

Kids: “No.”

~Relationships~

Mentor: “Master Aleron Terrkell”oc

Apprentice: “No, I am the apprentice.”

Friend(s): “None that live to my knowledge.”

Group: “Technically, my loyalty still lies with the Jedi.”

Enemies: ”Those greatly outnumber the amount of patience I have to list them at the moment.”

(Still work in progress/ undergoing development)

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Subject Interview- Tala Blair

Quotes: "Can I help ya, lass?"

"Crazy lad.."

"Yes, sir..."

“I swear to Bheanna, I will tear you limb from limb you touch that child.”

Introduction: “‘Ello lass, my name? Well, I’m Tala Blair.”

Name: “Tala Blair.”

Nickname: “Well... I've been called Mutt, Bitch, but I'd prefer T or some other name."

Preferred name: “Tala or any other name you'd like to give me."

Age: "16 years, I believe."

Gender: "I'm a lass, obviously."

Race: "I'm a werewolf."

Sexuality: “Well, wouldn’t you like to know lass?”

Powers: "I can change from my human form to a wolf form. I have the abilities of a wolf. Like what? Well, I can see small things farther away, I'm faster, a tad stronger. My hearing is better."

Weapons: "Weapons? Oh.. I dinnae carry any.. things are hard to carry. My weapon is my wolf."

Personality: "Um... can't you tell?" (she has an arrogant side that is her protection. That broken away, you will find a shy, unusual girl with her own way of living life.)

Drunk: “Ay, one of two things. I can’t stand myself and all the crying, or I am convinced I can dance and sing. The only two options.”

Coffee: “Black and rich.”

Beliefs: “I believe in Bheanna, the moon goddess.”

Voice: “Lass, am I distracting you?” (quiet with a light Scottish accent)

Abilities/ skills: "I can decently use hand to hand combat when needed, but I'd rather fight in my wolf form."

Inabilities: “I cannot dance, although I have tried and cannot stop to care for myself if my mind is on a mission.”

Love to be done: “I love to be assured, touched, being treated gently.”

Likes: "I like women that are kind and gentle. Ones that speak sweetly and have a touch to match. Ones that are nice to children. Children are adorable. They are the sweetest things in the world... anyways. I definitely like nature, the forests and sunsets, the gentle breezes, and soft fluttering of leaves."

Dislikes: “I dislike being attacked, storms, the ocean.”

Treasures most: “My pack, the one I make. I will never lose it.”

Weakness: “I am small and tiny and find it hard to attack directly.”

Strength: “I am fast and agile.”

Completely break: “Be like my supposed ‘mate’ from the Buaireadh pack.”

Faults: “I live in fear of the past. I cannot move on and find it is difficult to face my fears.”

Things never to be done: “Dinnae mock my wolf, she isn’t as kind as I some days.”

Biggest secret: “I will never tell anyone that.”

Act when depressed: “I hide, dinnae want to be around people.”

Shows affection: “I tend to be sweet and extremely loyal, doing anything to make you happy, and please you.”

Home: “I am from Buaireadh packlands, Scotland.”

Pet: “No.”

Bio:  “In Scotland, I had a pack, much like a clan. There are many different ranks, and I fought my way into a high ranked spot as a hunter. My small frame and lightweight make me agile and fast, allowing me to keep up with prey easier. However, when it came time to pick mates, I found myself at the mercy of a large, strong man. My once defiant spirit gained me many attacks. No one questioned the bruises on my skin. The day I fought back was the day I was kicked out, for raising my hand to my so-called ‘mate.’ In the wolf world, females are submissive to males, but I refused. I left her pack, only to find I had fallen pregnant. Despite my horrible mate, I rejoiced. Children mean a lot to wolves, but I was not meant to care for a child on her own. Wolves need packs for reasons. I was unable to hunt and care for the child. The day my child died in my arms was the day I left Scotland.” 

~Appearance~

Hair color: “Red.”

Hair Style: “Long”

Hair Type: “Thick and long.”

Eye color: “Sea Green.”

Skin color: “Tan.”

Makeup: “War paint and tribal markings.”

Nails: “There.”

Body Type: “Thin”

Height: “5’”

Weight: “100lbs.”

Tattoos: “My paw print on my arm.”

Scars: “Ya hardly can fight without some.”

Outfit: “I tend to wear thin and comfortable clothes. When I am going into war or battle, it is a different story.”

Birthmarks: “Freckles”

~Wolf Info~

Fur Color: “Rust tan color.”

Eye color: “Amber.”

Size: “Waist height on my human form.”

~Family~

Dad: “No longer, I was disowned and scorned.”

Mom: “Not any longer.”

Brother: “None.”

Sister: “None.”

Lover: “Unfortunately.”

Kids: “I had a daughter, Kira.”

~Relationships~

Mentor: “No.”

Apprentice: “No.”

Friend(s): “Marcus, Jack.”

Best friend(s): “Duncan.”

Group: “I am loyal to my own persons.”

Enemies: “I dinnae list them all.”

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Music that Themes My Ocs

This is not an exhaustive list, not by far. These are songs that give me strong character vibes that I often use for writing. Also, some of these are hilarious, I highly encourage my pirate fans to listen to some of the Musical Blades songs.

Jack

M.I.N.E by FFDP

Angel by Theory of a Deadman

Brave and Mighty Captain by Musical Blades

Two Shots by Musical Blades

Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP

Marcus 

Raise the Black by Musical Blades

Johnny Home by Musical Blades

Gladiator by Zayde Wolf

Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP

Lily

Stronger by The Score

Walk through the Fire by Zayde Wolf ft. Ruelle

bad guy by Billie Eilish

Lyra

Battle Born by FFDP

Derelict by Pirates for Sail

Kay

Mustard Seed by Damion Suomi

South Australia by Musical Blades

New Blood by Zayde Wolf

The Pirates (Lily, Jack, Marcus, Lyra)

Domain by Musical Blades

Pirate’s Plea by Musical Blades

Run out the Guns by Musical Blades 

Salute the Skull & Crossbones by Musical Blades

Higher by The Score

Army by Zayde Wolf

Enemies by Shinedown

Rule the World by Zayde Wolf

The Captains (Jack and Lyra) 

Revolution by The Score

Rise Up by Zayde Wolf

No Mercy by Zayde Wolf 

The Boys (Kay, Marcus, Jack)

Human by Rag’n’bone Man

For the Glory by All Good Things

The Girls (Lyra and Lily)

River by Bishop Briggs

Redemption by Zayde Wolf

All

Born Ready by Zayde Wolf 

Monsters by Shinedown

Soldiers by Otherwise 

Jungle Zayde Wolf

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Mood board inspired by Lily

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Drew Jack yesterday. Think it came out pretty good, even though he looks pretty young.

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Moodboard inspired by Marcus

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Characters as Hamilton Lyrics- Right Hand Man

Jack- "Knight takes rook, but look. We are outgunned. Outmanned. Outnumbered. Outplanned. We gotta make an all out stand"

Marcus- "I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or rise up"

Lily- "We'll need some spies on the inside. Some King's men who might let some things slide"

Duncan- "Yo, let's steal their cannons"

Tala- "We are a powder keg about to explode"

Lyra- "I called you here because our odds are beyond scary your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh."

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Someone: I know your kind.

Jack: My kind? Darling, I'm one of a kind