Adonis

Yuva Ade is a nautilan girl born and raised on Naboo by her human mother. Her mother was a helper for Senator Amidala, Yuva grew up looking up to her and traveling with her often - viewing her as an older sister figure. At the end of the clone wars after hearing of the senator's death and the birth of the empire she fled Coruscant. Eventually meeting up with a togruta bounty hunter named K'anyake (oc by @alucardzzzz) and settling down with them.

with the clones using their wildly different hair styles/dyes and piercings and tattoos to help differentiate each other. it becomes identifying features, and so they stick to those chosen looks forever.

which results in hilarious moments such as:

Obi-Wan, cuts off the mullet: hello there 212th, collectively raising their blasters: who the fuck are you and how did you get on this ship?

Mace Windu, coming back from a long and tedious time at the temple going over reports and strategies and redirecting senators with a scruffy beard: good morning Commander Ponds, internally: omg omg omg when did they start cloning jedi? or has General Windu always had a brother? is this a test? is this an imposter? Windu: I know, the beard is untidy, I was planning on shaving in my quarters once we were in hyperspace Ponds: ... of course sir.

Plo, who's eye protection was compromised during the last battle and has to use his backup pair: Wolffe: *snarling* Plo: I will refrain from wearing the orange ones if it makes you that uncomfortable Wolffe. they are a bit gaudy but they were a gift from my niece. Wolffe: ... buir?

Clones in awe at the beauty of the wider galaxy but lacking the vocabulary to describe it. “It’s… it’s beautiful. It’s like… beautiful. Just so beautiful. It’s pretty. Um. It’s beautiful.”

Clones trying on civilian clothes and hating it because they’re so used to the armour being heavy and stiff. Soft stuff almost makes them feel naked, like they’re in their blacks.

Clones who chose to grow out their hair but have no idea how to look after it so it’s a complete frizzy mess that HAS to be tied back lest it go everywhere.

Clones with intensely scathing internal dialogues who are always super polite and compliant because mentally disintegrating their authority figures was the only way they could stave off the urge to go completely off the rails on Kamino.

Clones who have never figured out how to verbalise feelings (worsened by working with Jedi who can just… FEEL their feelings) making up their own terminologies. “I feel like… wet.” “What?” “On the inside.” “ew.” “No! Ok listen, not like that.”

Clones with lingering sun damage from the first time they took their helmets off on a desert world (nobody told them about sunscreen).

Clones having to learn what familial terms mean because what the kriff is an “aunt”?

Newly deployed clones being really awkward in any conversation that isn’t related to war because they’ve never spoken casually with anyone that doesn’t share their exact life experience.

An extension to the previous: clones mirroring the energy of whoever they’re talking to, to an unnerving extent, because they’re trying to learn how to socialise.

Clones in phase 1 armour with rough skin in the spots where it rubs really bad (This is canon btw. It’s not enough they’re at war, the Kaminoans also apparently can’t be arsed to tailor their gear)

Clones after the war being identifiable by the way they walk, because they still move like they have the armour on.

Smiling friends yuri dump