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I'll still never have a nice OC page, and this page will probably always be ‘under construction.’

swtor

The "canon" (or most canon) 8:

Jedi Knight: Battlemaster Enex Qadara

Jedi Consular: Barsen’thor Kestrel Fortuna

Smuggler: Nizuvhi ‘Zuvi’ Kenno, the Voidhound

Trooper: Colonel Cershaa Vadesh

Sith Warrior: Atmena ‘Mena’ Jenkari’uul, the Empire’s Wrath

Sith Inquisitor: Cassija, Darth Nox

Imperial Agent: Razimiri, Cipher Nine/Keeper

Bounty Hunter: Dao-Mox ‘Moxie’ Brood, Champion of the Great Hunt

Side, canon divergent, and non-canon characters:

Jedi Knights: Veld’arelith Ranos, Em’leekha, Ev’enai Kesh, Arala Zhalto, Nixa

Jedi Consulars: Hinah Veld, Minnalle Veld, Gen’norirr, Nashira

Smugglers: Vyshtal ‘Vysh’ Sekra, Vradath Malaran, Min’avos’imirri ‘Navosi’, Kott’erret’imirri ‘Terreti’, Lusk Omyava, Tantivi Ysat, Fasuur Varim, Hypatia, Brizo , Scora Rendin, Verse Beren, Nahara

Troopers: Azi’kesti ‘Zeke’, Kott’ozet’imirri ‘Tozeti’, Sunena Krasul, Vritika, Lindhra Pellaeon, ‘Nexu Bait’

Sith Warriors: Khynan Xandal, Akise Toradte ‘Mahzarin Auksas’, Em’laizha, Rom’neln, Khariton, Nazmiya, Kaspar ‘Spar’ Trill

Sith Inquisitors: Juryata Dhezhini, Eleison Kirnah, Zurrium, Zohraida, Lumiya Corrik, Narala

Imperial Agents: Nulis Ziureti, Gezta Eitryr, Ayadi Morora, Tulia Neperi, Min’yr’imirri ‘Nyrie’, Hrassim Malaran, Zvedac, Strilbe, Zhailto, Baize Dellian

Bounty Hunters: Orcodaa ‘Coda’ Vadesh, Ath’ey’anil ‘Chatelaine’, Min’ikaz’imirri ‘Nikazi’, Aurin Alteiho, Arvionto Trehalt, Werota, Kizia Jatine, Ishtelnee, Ynnela Vennau, Nimat

I try my best to tag spoilers for new swtor content (when we have new content), but I'm pretty bad at tagging anything that could be considered spoilers for older content and for class stories. My general tagging scheme is "swtor [thing that's being tagged]", whether that be the name of an expansion, the name of an origin story, or the expansion number when content is new. When I post about playing the actual game, I use the tag ‘november plays swtor’. I often avoid using just the general ‘swtor’ tag because I feel like it’s sometimes a minefield. Character tags are ‘oc: [character name]’ but not all of them have a lot to be found (and some I forgot if I was using their full or nickname).

The only swtor fic I think I still have publicly available because it’s the only one I’m proud of: it’s the way that you are and the way I’ll forever be (tulia/zhorrid with agent/hand of Jadus spoilers and major character death)

(I also went through a spree of deleting almost everything I had ever posted of my own writing because I really don’t want my writing ever to be fed into an LLM, especially without my consent or knowledge, even if it’s not good or interesting, that would just piss me off. Unfortunately that means a number of my fics and wips are entirely lost but I would rather that than feed the machine.)

ffxiv

Teshi Sen

Kiyoyo Kiyo

Q’ora Neva

I haven’t played enough ffxiv yet to decide how I’m going to tag the various expansions (if I even end up going beyond a free trial account), but so far it’s just “november plays ffxiv” and oc tags

gw2

Euanduna

Farenne

Disassembler Eubi

Daghrun

Taira Sootpaw

I’m not really active on gw2 right now, but I am still fond of my characters there, even if I didn’t really get that far on any of them before abandoning them. I don’t really have a tagging system for gw stuff, but I’ll work on it if I ever start posting it again.

palia

Chatelaine Ath

I haven’t posted much of my Palia stuff here, because I had been posting it to my other blog, so I don’t really have a tagging system for it, but if anyone else plays, feel free to say hello or drop in to my plot sometime. My refer-a-friend link if you want to join and get me some in-game loot :)

Tulia’s holocomm unit chirps—her personal line, not her Intelligence frequency. Realistically the more secure of the two, given her handlers’ ability to listen in on her conversations, and the rarity with which she gave out her personal frequency. The face that appears when she activates the unit does not surprise her, but she suppresses a pleased smirk.

“Agent, I require your assistance.” Zhorrid’s brow is furrowed, her voice wavering with her agitation.

“Of course, my lord, I’ll come to your office at once.”

“No, pretty alien. I’ll send someone to fetch you and bring you to me. I’m not at the Citadel, the Sanctum is frightfully drafty. I’m at my estate.”

When a shuttle deposits Tulia at the estate just outside of Kaas City, Tulia easily makes herself at home, sliding into the comfortable skin she’s hidden in before infiltrating the homes of self-important rich people on the brink of betraying the Empire, seeming to know just where to look for something soft and warm to wrap around Zhorrid’s shoulders. Zhorrid sulks in an armchair and watches Tulia dig through the sidebar, coming out with a bottle of spiced wine and some sort of citrus Zhorrid hadn’t even known was in there, lamenting that it’s not a proper mulled wine, but she offers to heat a glass for Zhorrid who raises an eyebrow but accepts the wine while the agent settles into her own chair with a stack of datapads Zhorrid had vaguely indicated to her upon her arrival.

“How are you not cold?” Zhorrid scowls at the agent, as the latter begins to scan through a datapad, making notes on another. She wraps the throw tighter around her shoulders with a huff.

“You really don’t know anything about the biology of any other species, do you, my lord?” Tulia glances up from her notes, biting her lip.

“You keep that grin off your horrid little face, Agent. Of course I don’t! And why should I?” Zhorrid makes an accusing gesture at Tulia with her wine glass.

Tulia leans back against the sofa behind her. “Because, my lord, then you would know that your pretty alien is from a colder world than you, that my body temperature is higher than yours, and that you could use that to your advantage—if you desired.”

Zhorrid raises an eyebrow, still gripping the blanket tightly around herself, narrowing her eyes with impatience at waiting for the agent to explain herself.

“I know you’ve looked through my file at least a little and seen how many high-profile targets I’ve taken down. Old, rich men who thought they could become richer by selling out the Empire… but do you know how few of them I even had to seduce? How many of them lived in old, drafty estates just like this, and on a cold night called for one of the servant girls to lend her body heat to warm his bed?”

Zhorrid tucks her legs under herself on the chair and tries to maintain her irritated scowl, but the best she manages is a pout, as she leans forward slightly despite herself, eager to hear more.

“I was supposed to just warm the sheets and then slip away before the master ever entered the bedroom, but do you know how many secrets a man is willing to whisper to a girl when she’s just so warm and innocent and vulnerable? I had more on them than they ever had on the Empire, and if they ever outlived their usefulness, I was perfectly placed.”

“Are you suggesting I would be like one of your stupid old men, that you’d be able to get the better of me in my own bed?”

“Oh I know I could get the best of you in bed, my lord.” Tulia takes the wine glass from Zhorrid’s hand, careful that their fingertips only just brush together.

“Agent, that was distasteful.”

“Was it?” Tulia calls over her shoulder as she sets the glass on the sidebar—the estate does have actual servants to do Zhorrid’s cleaning up, after all. “If you’d like, I can warm your bed for you tonight, my lord.”

“And try to work secrets out of me? To slip a knife between my ribs? I think I’d rather freeze.”

“You direct my knives, my lord, so I’ll slip them anywhere you please. If you are done with me then, I should be getting home.”

Watching Tulia turn toward the door, Zhorrid sighs. “Wait. Fine, do what you will then.”

Tulia turns back, slowly meeting Zhorrid’s gaze. “Come to bed in just a few minutes then.”

“You don’t even know which room is mine.”

“I’ve done this before—I can figure it out.”

After several moments pacing the sitting room of her own home and feeling increasingly put-out, Zhorrid stands in the doorway of her bedroom, staring incredulously at the agent-shaped lump under the covers of her bed. Tulia’s face, golden in the soft glow of the bedside lamps, sports a look of smug satisfaction. Shifting up slightly onto her elbows, rising from the nest of pillows, Tulia smiles up at Zhorrid.

“I’ll look away while you undress, if you’re shy.”

With her nose scrunched up in annoyance, Zhorrid reaches behind her back to unfasten the closure her dress, shrugging it off her shoulders as she walks to the bedside to retrieve a nightgown from where she had carelessly tossed it when she had gotten dressed. With a slightly undignified shimmy, Zhorrid’s dress slides to the floor, the material pooling darkly at her feet. For a moment, Zhorrid hesitates before unhooking the clasp of her bra, and Tulia watches her flesh rise in the cold while she wavers. Zhorrid turns away to pull the nightgown over her head, and Tulia studies the bright blue lightning-strike lines of veins under the pale skin of her back.

Tulia slides over in the bed to make room, and Zhorrid slips in with a faint whisper of her nightgown against the sheets. Tucking herself close against Tulia’s side, Zhorrid sighs softly, resting a palm on the agent’s chest and pressing her cheek to her shoulder. Surprised to find mostly bare skin, Zhorrid’s hand roams, smoothing across Tulia’s stomach.

“Comfortable, my lord?”

“I must admit, Agent, this is nicer than a cold bed.” Tracing her fingers back to Tulia’s sternum, Zhorrid flexes her fingers against the lace she finds there. “Where are your clothes?”

“I am sharing my body heat with you, my lord. It’s more efficient with skin contact.” Tulia curls a hand around Zhorrid’s, pulling it to her mouth and delicately blowing on the dark lord’s fingertips. “Are all Sith this cold-blooded, or is it just you? Your fingers are like little icicles.”

Zhorrid watches Tulia’s mouth with suspicion. “Don’t complain. You asked for this.”

“I did.” Smirking, Tulia kisses the tip of Zhorrid’s index finger lightly. “You know, I have much warmer places we could put these fingers if you like, my lord.”

Wrenching her hand away, Zhorrid presses her palm flat against Tulia’s chest, sparks of electricity pulsing out from her splayed fingers. “I could kill you for your insolence.”

“I’m aware. But is that what you want, my lord?” Tulia grimaces just slightly at the pain from the shock before schooling her face, never pulling away from Zhorrid’s touch.

Zhorrid frowns. “No. I should tell you off for thinking you’re better than you are, I should have made you beg to even be where you are right now. But I want to keep touching your stupid skin.”

“I won’t be staying.”

“Is that so? And what if I ordered you to?”

“I know you wouldn’t. You like that I choose to be here. Besides,” Tulia twists, pressing her knee between Zhorrid’s thighs. With two fingers under Zhorrid’s jaw, Tulia tips her chin up. “you’re not ready for me, my lord.”

Zhorrid lets out a short, startled noise, rather like an akk pup. Before she can be properly embarrassed by the indignity of it, Tulia bends down to kiss Zhorrid, taking the risk to slip her tongue between Zhorrid’s lips. Zhorrid’s hand moves almost defensively to Tulia’s throat, but she moans greedily into the agent’s mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Tulia slips easily from Zhorrid’s grasp, smiling down at the dark lord reaching needily for her. Retrieving her clothes and dressing quickly, Tulia shakes her head.

Piraa Dorne

Cathar-Togruta hybrid

Togruta montrals and lekku, and fine fur over her whole body, sharp fangs and claws

Rusty fur with light black and white ticking/stripes

Hazel eyes

Born shortly after Trooper class story; Aric managed to knock Cershaa up when Aric, Cershaa, and Elara were celebrating finally having some alone time together with no one from High Command bugging them for five minutes

After Piraa’s birth, they saved some of Cershaa’s eggs and Aric’s sperm, not knowing if lightning would ever strike naturally again, and shortly before Zakuul invades Elara does IVF, carrying their twins, Baazra and Gihraan

Bonus:

Created a Togruta and a Cathar in the character creator and then mashed them together in paint.net lmao. I feel like she would be a lot more stripey, but none of the patterns were exactly doing it for me. If I actually knew what I was doing I'd be dangerous. But yeah, basically just Tog with Cathar face and furry. I'm imagining that their biologies might conflict with each other, and they may not actually be compatible for hybridization but guess what don't care.