#swtor oc ember

[vespertine-legacy]

"That's not november, it's not a Chiss"

well, now it is :3

[parseolegacy]

The idea of my inquisitor growing his hair long while my main is napping in carbonite popped into my head and completely derailed me from Huevember... Ekkon looks so distinguished now compared to the cranky gremlin he used to be 🥺 They grow up so fast...

[kirinwyn]

It may be a day late but here's my swtortober day one, "training"

Ember is my canon commander and...is supposed to be in retirement. I guess some Emperor slayers just can't help themselves.

[abysskeeper]

Girls' night!

[kirinwyn]

Fifteen-year-old me who made Ember (my very first SWTOR toon) would be off the walls right now. Thank you @theoasiswinds for making her beautiful!

Ember has meant so much to me for many years, and it's so cool to see her in someone else's style! (I will now return to staring at the details)

Commission for the lovely @kirinwyn

[nists]

i was tagged by the wonderful @tessa1972. thank you very much for thinking of me! <3

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

ok, it will be about my Lord Malvan

i couldn't quite decide, so i added an extra song. many of these are songs i listened to alot while playing SWTOR where Lord Malvan comes from. others are somewhat thematically fitting. i love all these songs very much. as you might see, my blog title is taken from the first one. Agalloch is my fav music artist.

outfits found via google search

tagging: anyone who wants to participate

[tishinada]

Dance in the Shadow of Honor - Chapter 51 - “Embers of Home”

(lovely art of Ucevi and Quinn by Sleepswithvillains!)

Summary: Ucevi knew exactly who she was and how her life should have gone. Powerful, arrogant, strong in the Force, born to a Pure-blood family whose lineage stretched back past the settlement of Dromund Kaas, past the start of the Great Hyperspace War. True Sith. Then in a moment, everything changed, and she was forced to play a role, blackmailed into becoming the sword in someone else’s battle. She walked a fine line between her duty to the Empire in the shape of her detestable master and the honor of her family and its Shadows…until she could reclaim her name and freedom.

Then she met Quinn who had the same sense of duty to the Empire that she did and a stubborn sense of honor as tenacious as her own. A man with a debt of honor to the very master she had bargained to destroy, who was clearly meant to be a weapon to be used against her, in more ways than one. But caution couldn’t prevent their growing respect, trust, and attraction, leaving each to struggle with the question of whether they could both find a way to fulfill honor and survive.

Notes:    Mostly canon retelling with my own twists. Slow burn. Baras dies, obviously. Probably not that graphic, but cautious. Profanity. May eventually change to explicit rating. Most characters belong to Bioware. Ucevi, Joran, Toth’Anla, Toth’Onira, Tan’Koto, the Old Man, Sgt. Fesnil, Zusae, RSD-13, and the Parits are all my OCs.

(Thanks to @cinlat and @sleepswithvillains for comments, brainstorming and just for being so supportive! And thanks to RiaJade for the inspiration for the opera outfit!)

Pairings: Quinn x f!sith warrior, f!sith warrior x others

Warnings: possibly graphic violence. Profanity. Some explicit language.

(this is longer chapter than most of mine but I didn’t want to split it. I don’t think anyone will mind, lol.)

>>>>>>>>>

Chapter 51 - “Embers of Home”

“I’m home!” Vette bounced into Ucevi’s office, lekku jumping with excitement. “And I got  presents!”  This is gonna be so much fun!

Ucevi frowned, dropping the datapad into a desk drawer out of sight. “I thought you and Meli were having lunch?”

“Yeah, we did that too.” Vette leaned back through the door, glancing around before she shut the door.  No Quinn, good! Don’t want him to see this yet.  

Ucevi raised a browstalk at Vette’s almost theatrical secrecy. “But Onira recruited me for a very important mission.” She set the flat gold box she'd had under her arm on the desk with a flourish, as if she were presenting the lost relics of Ryloth's pantheon.

Hesitantly, Ucevi lifted the lid, inhaling sharply when she saw the contents.

“Guess you told her you were going to the opera because she asked yesterday if I had your size.” Vette grinned, almost bouncing on her heels. “I like Onira, by the way. All she’s gotta do is smile and ask in that soft voice of hers and people jump to get things done.” Plus it was a lot of fun to hear her talk about you like you were a little girl, but I think that better stay my secret.

Read more at AO3

[doodle-rat]

Progress shot of my new OC. No one makes Esh-kha ocs so here is mine. His name is Ember Eye

[vespertine-legacy]

Tagged by @a-master-procrastinator for an OC Tag Game <3

Tagging to play next (if you wanna!): @lavampira, @consulaaris, @astrifer-bound (oops just saw Lex was tagged by Pauletta, sorry for the double-tag!), @wilvarin-chan, @mimabeann, @vihola, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in

Favorite OC Razimiri.

My first tech toon, my first Agent, my first blueberry, my in-game "main," and probably the real reason I love this dumb game so much.

More below the cut!

Newest OC Sunena “Sunny” Krasul and Rom’neln

And oh man they are very different from each other.

Oldest OC Ember.

Created waaaaaaaay back in beta, played a tiny bit and then abandoned. Created again when I made my new account after I lost access to my original account and then abandoned on Coruscant. Created again on a different server and actually leveled, then transferred to what ended up being my main server and actually played through all current content at the time, but still not played much, since I am a tech main but she’s a Force user.

Meanest OC Tulia Neperi.

God she is awful and I love her.

Softest OC Vyshtal Sekra.

She is so tired of everyone else being so mean, but she will get them to play nice if it is the last thing she does.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC Ev'enai Kesh.

As a Pureblood Sith trying to heed the call of the Light and serve as a Jedi Knight, Ven is naturally very standoffish in an effort not to fall victim to what he is afraid are his "natural" dark emotions and avoiding connections so that he has fewer people to disappoint if he does come up short.

Dumbest (affectionate) OC Orcodaa Vadesh.

Love her to death, but this smuggler-adjacent Bounty Hunter sometimes acts dumber than a box of rocks. She has a decent head on her shoulders, but if @miss-spooky-eyes Indy wasn’t there she would lose said head, most likely

Smartest OC Eleison Kirnah.

My little Loremaster is smarter than me and I'm ok with that.

Horniest OC Nizuvhi Kenno.

I went stereotypical smuggler, so shoot me. (you can't even see Zuvi in the screencap, but it's one of my favorite shots of Zuvi being Zuvi, just letting Risha take literally all the heat with like 12 mobs that she thought she snuck past)

OC You’d Bang Chatelaine.

(I don't bang, but I enjoy her a lot aesthetically, so if I did.)

OC You’d Be Best Friends With Kestrel Fortuna

(with a close inner circle of friends consisting of: Chatelaine, Veld’arelith, Eleison, Vysh, because I can’t pick just one Best Friend)

[consulaaris]

SWTOR OC Descriptions

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Faline “Fex” Araiya

Above all else, Fex is fire. It glints in her amber eyes, in soft lips that curl into a grin that is wide and feral and more than a little dangerous. You can see it in the tilt of her head, when waves of auburn hair blaze in the sun against mahogany skin, casting high cheekbones into sharp relief.

She’s of average height, toned yet broad shouldered and stocky with muscle- even moving like the flames, darting quick and swift like a viper after its prey. Few will face Fex Araiya in battle and survive. Yet like a wildfire she burns too quick and too bright, and there is no telling how long it will be until nothing remains save the embers.

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Jarilai Polaris

There is a gentle warmth to Jarilai that is hard to deny. Although masked by a sharp tongue and an intimidatingly large frame, beneath it lies small smiles and a quietly companionable nature. Dark hair in a pixie cut curls around her ears, while deep brown eyes spark with a light that complements the rosy bronze of her skin.

She is muscled and strong without being toned, an awkward sort of gentle giant who seems to consider each step before she makes it. Yet beneath the veneer there is a sort of fire within her, too, and it is deeply and bitterly angry.

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Jastrith Polaris

Jastrith burns like the ice in her irises, cold and imperious and dark. She is poised, proud, immaculate- every detail of her image is carefully curated to her advantage. Raven locks tied back into curling braids that frame a too-pale face, a thinly petite frame cloaked in the finest furs her money can buy, makeup to cover the dark circles that permanently haunt her eyes.

Dangerous in all of the unexpected ways, there is a viciousness that mars her face into something eerie and terrible. And if it seems as though something is haunting those lovely features from time to time? Why, that’s just the cost of power.

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Tey’kari’syathe

Karis has curves in all the right places, flirtatious smiles at all the right moments and a certain alluring quality to her lovely scarlet eyes and arched brows that attract all the wrong kinds of attention. Yet if you were to take a closer look, you might think her too perfect, too well-curated; it is impossible to distinguish reality from the fiction.

Her voice is like smoke on water, husky and smooth, drawing you in deep until you’re drowning in the cobalt depths of her before she disappears as quickly as she came. Everything Karis is is an illusion... and sometimes when she stares into the mirror even she isn’t quite sure who she is anymore.

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Blaire Myrrho

There’s an easy sort of way about Blaire. Her smiles are as wont to precede tinkling laughter as they are fangs, and there’s often no telling which one you’ll get. She’s mercurial, but thankfully good natured- to those that pay her well, or those she wishes to bring into her bed.

Blaire is lithe and wiry, perfectly built for one who relies so heavily on stealth, and her natural feline grace makes every movement seem a dance. With short hair as golden and wild as her spirit framing the striking fur patterns on her angular face, it’s often difficult to look away... which is all the better for her, when she robs you blind with a blaster pressed almost lovingly to your temple.

[kirinwyn]

Ember is my first Jedi Knight, as well as my first SWTOR character. The Knight story is especially meaningful to me because they go through such a constant struggle. Ember, touted as a hero so young, thrown into responsibility and the world on her shoulders. With arrogance charges headfirst into combat against the Emperor and pays a price that never really stops.

She is no longer with the Order, having struggled too long to walk the path of Jedi alone, starting with Lord Scourge's introduction to her life, choosing to marry Archiban Kimble, fighting Valkorian in her own mind, and learning from the guidance of Satele Shan and Darth Marr. It's hard for all your choices to align with the light side of the Force when you lead a galactic power. She created the Alliance with her half brother, a Dark Council Sith Inquisitor, and by the time she was done she found that she was profoundly different.

Jedi no more.

Knight forever.

[abysskeeper]

Which of your OCs are you picturing wearing those Hobeika gowns? 👀👀👀

@swtorpadawan I am assuming you mean this post?

Thanks for the ask! I like getting the chance to ramble about some of my girls, and I was very 👀 at those gowns too so...in order of dress number:

Dress 1

The whole reason the post got bagged and tagged as it were is because the first dress was good for Trick. Her primary go to for formal wear now is either black/gold or white/gold ever since I got that formal Alderaan commission that's still floating around...oops. And when something doesn't quite fit the Jedi aesthetic, I can toss it to her Inquisitor AU self, pictured above, and it works just as well. This one in particular works for either though.

Dress 2, Dress 3, Dress 9

All of them go to my latest BH Ember (Tali), who is technically a Sith noble "on the run"...but is clearly not sacrificing style while she's hiding away from her family (especially that last dress, those colors would look great on her). And she'll look a lot better in these than Skadge, who I am offering her as a general replacement for, and who she definitely replaces on my canon BH's crew when he shoots Skadge dead on Belsavis like the game should've let me do originally.

Dress 6

Raz, my sometimes canon Inquisitor and otherwise just really good Sith assassin, can dress it up on the rare occasion she is called to do so. She actually likes the flashy nature of Sith fashion, in part because she knows she has a back and arms for days to show off in deep V necks and/or low-cut backs. However, gotta get to the point where she's not constantly, fully decked out in armor to hide the fact she's a Cathar amongst the ranks. 99.9% of the time she's striking from the shadows like this, and the only reason she has other outfits in game is because I like seeing her face.

[sasskarian]

⭐for any fic of your choice. No obligations though. Only if you want to do this.

oh man i love talking about my fics i just dont wanna be annoying lmao

so there are so many bits and pieces coming up that i’m super proud of or can’t wait to get to, and i’ll throw them under a cut

currently in Glitterverse, my dragon age modern noir turned murder mystery, the gang is about to find some red lyrium in bartrands house. they’re trying to escape from the gatsby-like lavish party upstairs and end up in secret tunnels and

Cassandra rested her forehead against the door for a second, trying to force some of the adrenaline and tension from her body, when Anders backed into her. 

“The fuck,” he said, horror threading his voice like stitching. “Varric, what the fuck?”

“I don’t know,” Varric said. From the quiet rasp, she imagined him running his hands down his face without bothering to turn around, the sound of skin on stubble loud in the silence. 

No. Not quite silence. The noise of wherever they were, whatever had horrified her companions, was quiet, but still present: a deep, unsettling humming just out of the range of her ears, the dull clank of metal on metal, and a few daring voices, murmuring to themselves. All in all, nothing she’d expected to hear from a nobleman’s mansion. She took a deep breath, searching for the steadiness she knew so well.

***

in Fairbanks, Evariste and Isera have been set up thoroughly for a night of romance in the best orlesian way

“In Orlais,” he murmurs, dropping his forehead to her hip, pressing a kiss to her trembling thigh while he’s there, “the nobility have a saying. ‘À plaisir et douleur, même saveur.’” It takes a moment for him to look up, wondering what he’ll see with this confession. “As it goes, politics are not the only things we turn into games. There are… certain bedroom games.” “Is that so?” Isera props herself up on her elbows to look down at him, a glimmer of challenge in her eyes.

***

in Velvet over Veridium (the prequel to Glitterverse), varric has just stumbled across a very beat up fenris for the first time and called for reinforcement

From the time the call ended, tersely, to the time a carefully nondescript van pulled up and the clack of Atheril’s boots echoed down the alley couldn’t have taken more than fifteen minutes. But it felt like a lifetime, lived and dead and buried in the same magic-soaked dirt he’d been sprouted from. The smell of her cigarette-- a little floral, mostly sweet-- floated to him and the brief red glow of the ember on it lit her face in the dank alley. 

“New friend?” she asked, letting the smoke tumble from her lips, tendril after tendril. Varric watched, momentarily fascinated, before replying.

“Hope so.” He sighed, running his hands over his hair and trying not to think about the alley gunk and blood he was streaking through it. “Poor kid’s beat half to hell. Couldn’t just leave him here to die.”

“Know anything about him? Or is this going to bite you in the ass later?”

“Not a thing,” Varric said. He ignored her amused snort; she knew his bleeding heart too well by now. “Except the two dead ones are slavers.”

Athenril choked on her smoke and that was a half second of petty but satisfying as hell vindication. “Fuck me,” she gasped, thumping herself once on the chest. “Here? In fucking Kirkwall?”

“In fucking Kirkwall.”

***

Home 8 hasn’t even been written yet, but i plan to wake scott up and we’re gonna be dealing with the turian ark 

there’s a Shakarios (shepard x garrus x thane) poly ficlet in the works, sometime pre That Thing With Thane That Never Happened Because I’mma Fuck Canon’s Shit Up

Voiceverse is still being drafted but there’s a bit with Iveani wandering the Fade and stumbling across a certain uthenera-sleeping dreamer

Believe has a heart to heart with Dorian coming up soon. 

got a few Elder Scrolls fics, and some Mandalorian/Star Wars fics in the works, but those are still pretty nebulous. 

thank you for asking! 

>>OCs: Surana, Cousland, Lavellans, Shepard, Ryders, Dragonborn, Cyrodiil Champion<<

>>Fics: Glitterverse, Voiceverse, Sea and Stars, Home, SWTOR, Star Wars, Fairbanks, Believe<<

>>AO3<<

[lawrichai]

Post ten of your favorite OC’s screenshots from 2017

... and tag a friend? 

=^.^= I was tagged by @frauzet who expects to find here guys with marvelous hair, but I’m afraid I might disappoint a bit, mostly to the fact that my taste in OC varies a lot ;)   So here goes:

In random order:

Night Ishtar, Condi Mesmer. My main character from “Guild Wars 2″.

Ardent Tison,  (french for Blazing Ember), Daredevil and another favorite of mine from GW2. =^.^=  That Silvari Salad isn’t afraid of fire! 

Guenesta, my lonely human Chiss. She’s  a Maehwa and a horse breeder in Black Desert Online.

Black Desert really is a satisfying game when you’re a screenshot berserk like I am... 

Guen’est’a, Chiss Imperial Agent, having a hard time keeping out of trouble since... forever!  ( I haven’t played much swtor in 2017)

I really love that smirk of hers 

Nekokuro - Renamed Fwuma Salnue for my story. My beloved Smuggler and daughter of Guen’est’a.  (yeah, she takes her looks from her dad ;)  )

Don’t you dare mess with her; she’s trigger happy.

There you have it =^.^= If I may be so bold as to tag @prgrmmr for this screenshot challenge, I would love to see her choices as I know that she got a few very interesting OCs in games she plays <3 Have fun guys, and game on!

[luke-biwalker]

30 Day SWTOR OC Challenge

Day 30: Pets & Prized Possessions

Does your OC have pets or prized possessions? How many? How did they get them? Why are they important to them? Do they have a favorite pet or possession? Are their prized possessions valuable or sentimental?

Kai has several prized possessions-

His blaster gun and blaster canon, both of which were gifts. The gun was from his father, given to him upon his enlistment into the Republic military academy. The canon was a gift from the academy upon his graduation and assignment to Havoc Squad.

He also owns a holoprojector that first just featured an image of his mother and father, but as his story goes on it gets updated with a few extra datacards to feature images of Theron and Nakai.

Kai has two pets- an adult Costal Thranta named Mist, who he found as a boy and brought home in the silly way a boy would bring home a wild animal. His father thought it would be as good a time as any for Kai to learn responsibility and how to care for something that depended on him for survival.

He has an Ember Akk Dog pup named Flame Baelor. He obtained the pup between KotFE and KotET, figuring that it wouldn’t be too difficult to raise Baelor on Odessen. Or at least he thought it wouldn’t be, until the pup started stealing shoes from other members of the Alliance.

All of these things have great sentimental value to Kai. He’s a very sentimental man at heart and wouldn’t trade any of these things for the world.

[kirinwyn]

May the Fourth be with you!!

Meet Ember Isoldas, my very first SWTOR character, a reimagining of my 7-year-old Jedi dreams. Star Wars stories have been there for me in the thick and the thin, and Ember's one of the reasons I still draw today.

(Ember is my canon Commander, I've written a little about her story here!)