#sw oc

[philliptheprinceposts]

reference sheet for my swtor cipher nine character! you can find her on artfight here

[cawsceries]

i have spent… a normal amount of time drawing today

[oodlesofd00dles]

Need help on finding a name for this little guy (and maybe help picking a hairstyle cuz I'm indecisive as hell lol.)

Little Guy is a theelin male (ignore the triangle ears in the first drawing. I didn't feel like grabbing a ref and for some reason thought theelins had triangle ears.) I have no preference when it comes to if the name sounds masc or fem or unisex etc, I just suck at coming up with Star Wars-y sounding names. Go crazy

[tokkiiyokki]

Art of my oc Nano for a discord server event

[vogelfreyh]

Ti’ad and the silhouette of a Davah, the extinct species from which her clan descends.

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my OCs - SPICE AND RUIN

Davah Lore under the cut!

The Davah Legacy

The Davah were an ancient, near-extinct species whose origins trace back to a remote and now-forgotten system called Yasiah on the edge of the galactic frontier. Long-limbed, humanoid in form, and known for their pale blue, luminescent eyes, the Davah were often mistaken for ghosts or spirits by early travelers who encountered them. Their skin was of a pearly white, and their faces bore no noses, only smooth, high cheekbones and slender mouths. Every movement they made seemed deliberate, almost ceremonial, as if they lived in constant awareness of the energies flowing through and around them.

The Davah culture was deeply spiritual, rooted in the belief that all things, flesh, stone, flame, memory- were connected through a living current they called "the Echo Deep". Though not aligned with the Jedi or Sith, many among them were sensitive to the Force in a raw, untrained way. They did not command it, they communed with it.

Their society was guided by temple orders rather than governments. Each temple was led by a Seer-Priestess, women chosen not by bloodline but by vision. They were the interpreters of silence, the keepers of memory, and the voices of Ki’set Al’mea’ch, the legendary priestess who, after her mysterious disappearance, became the heart of their faith.

Worship among the Davah was quiet, sensory, and deeply symbolic. Sacred tattoos marked rites of passage: birth, love, loss, war, and death. Singing was done not only with voice but with harmonics generated through movement, breath, and crystal resonance. Fire was seen as both destroyer and messenger, a bridge between the mortal and divine.

Over the centuries, war, imperial expansion, and cultural erosion scattered the Davah across the stars. Many assimilated into other species, slowly blending physically and genetically. What remains are bloodlines, fragments of memory carried in eyes, in gestures, in dreams.

One such surviving lineage is the Davah Clan from Yasiah, to which Ti’ad belongs. Though much of the old knowledge has faded, the clan has preserved what they could. Through oral stories, ritual tattoos, and fiercely guarded tradition.

They still honor the ancient rites in smaller, sacred circles - fire meditations, symbol offerings, and seasonal observances under open skies. Members of the clan often bear the same pale blue eyes and carry long lifespans, aging far more slowly than humans.

The Davah Clan is not large, but they are proud, nomadic, and bound together by the shared weight of memory. They speak little of their origins to outsiders, and their spirituality is private, often misinterpreted as superstition. But to those within, the old ways are alive.

The Echo Deep still murmurs in their bones.

[chissgender]

Would you bend down to kiss him and steal his hat. be honest

Hatless + b&w version

[wenalena]

I don't talk enough about how much Crosshair and Lio help each other and lift each other up. Mentally and physically. How Lio'ra is boundlessly loyal to him, attentive and making sure he doesn't feel abandoned. Crosshair knows how lonely the young woman is and wants to bring her into his family. He wants to show her what it's like to have people she can lean on. How much they want to push themselves and show each other that they deserve to be happy and loved.

[amarcia]

20 BBY, master Enah takes Cirz to the moon of Reltooine for a very important mission c:

✨🌙 ART LOG -> @404ama

[skullinacowboyhat]

a studious Mai, cause I needed something therapeutic to draw.

[carbon-corrie]

Just a defective clone Dad and his stolen adopted Force-sensitive daughter on the run from the Empire.

Sergeant Crisis was the head medic for the 607th. When Palpatine issued Order 66, his chip didn't activate and he fled the Empire. Along the way, he found Nyali, a Force-sensetive child that he immediately adopted as his own. These two have been on my mind nonstop recently 🥲

[iggyfingarts]

the people have spoken and my swtor ocs get colors first

[generouspicklesaladhumanoid]

Vorvoyrs decides to serve the Sith Empire according to his own moral code...

Quote: Julius Caesar

[hadrassians]

apathy is death

[an-old-lady]

I made some friends for Fingo.

[cawsceries]

finished piece of this doodle