Fraulein

Sort of born into it. Iressa is a twi'lek-human hybrid, and since she looks more twi'lek, one would think she wasn't born in the Sith Empire. However, her (human) father is a Sith, and he raised Iressa as such. Not out of goodness of his heart though - he was planning to send her and her mother away to keep his affair secret, and the only reason it didn't end up happening is Iressa winning the "strong in the Force" lottery. And while she was raised in a Sith household, her existence was a closely guarded secret (her father wasn't about to let everyone know of his bastard child who doesn't even look human), so she didn't even get to experience some privileges of such background.

Fun fact - during several playthroughs of Sith warrior storyline I somehow missed the fact that main character is supposed to be from a privileged background, and that humans or pureblood Sith made more sense in that regard. By the time I realized this I already had multiple characters who did not fit this, and I didn't feel like changing their species, so instead I came up with explanations of how they fit into the story (and maybe ignored overseer Tremel completely).

18. Who is their BFF?

Iressa grew up isolated for aforementioned reasons, so she only had her siblings for friends. In short, they are four children, first is the step-sister with a rocky start (they were at odds with each other for several years after their parents married, but the relationship improved when they grew up), Iressa is the second child, third one is her half-sibling who is laso a best friend to her, and fourth is the youngest brother born too late to be a best friend, but they are still close.

And among SW crew Vette is her best friend. Well, Vette is the only one who befriended her, while everyone else has a more professional dynamic (sort of). She brought a softer side out of Iressa, which is this loyal, protective, even funny and teasing personality that Iressa had in her interactions with siblings, so it makes sense that these two have a nice sisterly dynamic. There is an additional layer of them both being twi'leks but with vastly different experiences. Iressa got to learn quite a bit about her own people from Vette, and that challenged her views on the slavery in the Sith Empire (though she didn't have enough time to fully change her view).

19. Who is their rival? 

Aside from the obvious ones from warrior's story, Iressa had a short-term rivalry with Thana Vesh on Taris, and they might have crossed paths once or twice after that. I want to think that their dynamic is more like rivals/toxic situationship, but we'll see if I commit to that.

Another one I'll mention is Auletta, although that rivalry is one-sided from Auletta. She was kinda jealous of Iressa's close position to Vitiate, being able to do his bidding without the interference of the Dark Council and all that. So when Wrath approached her to ask for help hunting a powerful Jedi, Auletta saw it as an opportunity to get Emperor's attention by undermining his servant. Iressa didn't know about it, thus one-sided rivalry. After Auletta does screw her over, they are more like enemies than rivals.

25. Do they have any deep dark secrets?

She let a Jedi live :D

or The Prodigal Daughter Returns

In which Zodann does not become Outlander and instead returns to House Vannesh* to take up the mantle of leadership.

Also in which backgrounds were invented to kill me specifically. Whose idea was it to draw this anyway smh.

(* name subject to change)

I'm happy with how Zod came out though 😌

𝕾creams.

Trauma is a cruel curator of memory. It left 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐔 with nothing but the sick, twisted fragments of her parents. A faint, fading resemblance of what it meant to know some delusional form of happiness.

Born into slavery, she was forced to endure cycles of severe labor, with psychological and physical abuse serving as the constant enforcer. Survival was always the objective, or so it was said.

Stalgasin Hive, the towering capital spire of Geonosis, there was no sky. She was detained in the lower levels of a massive, automated weapons foundry and foundry refinery. A multi-kilometer-deep industrial labyrinth where the clanking of machinery, the hiss of molten metal, and the endless clicking of worker drones echoed through stone corridors without end. Here, the elite of the hive manufactured advanced hardware for shadowy galactic clients. To her master, Eleena was nothing more than disposable labor to grease the gears of their industrial empire and continuosly recalibrate their tracking systems or malfunctions in droids.

And death?

Death was a merciful gift. A gift longed for. A gift denied.

One she did not fear.

For what was there worth living for? Pain? Suffering? To wish for freedom like a wanton fool? Perhaps that was all she would ever be. She expected nothing more than the routine of daily beatings earned by instinctual defiance, and the grind of hardened labor.

Sleep was her only sanctuary. A temporary, silent oblivion where the chains did not bite, the blade did not scar, and the lash did not fall. But even the darkness was not a guarantee.

Lavender eyes snapped open before the amber glare of Ea could fully breach the pen’s edge. Her lekku twitched, a reflexive, serpentine coil against her neck, sensing a guard’s arrival as heavy boots hit the sand-scorched floor. She did not gasp; she did not flinch. She simply sat, the movement fluid and devoid of wasted energy, her body already bracing for the routine.

A series of harsh, metallic clicks and low, vibrating buzzes erupted from the guard's mandibles. To any off-worlder, it was animalistic noise. To Eleena, her mind translated the insectoid dialect instantly, delivering the degradation straight to her soul.

"You, leash-hook! Stand!"

Her body cried out in agony as she obeyed. Dried blood stained the beautiful azure of her scarred skin as the rising light of Geonosis revealed the extent of her injuries; deep, ragged gashes and fresh wounds littered her physique. Her eyes followed the guard as he examined her, his expression a mix of disgust and pity.

"Disgusting mongrel," he seethed.

Before she could control herself, the Rutian Twi'lek leveled the guard with a glare that clearly spoke volumes of defiance. A look he caught and certainly did not appreciate.

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊ⵑ

The violent, sharp crack of a slap echoed throughout the arena, silencing nearby slaves who flinched at the sudden outburst. The sheer force of the blow sent Eleena stumbling to the hard ground, her vision swimming.

"PATHETIC CHATTEL!" the guard clicked, his jaw snapping aggressively as he loomed over her. "I will be having a word with your owner!"

Her owner: a Geonosian Baron, an aristocrat within the hive hierarchy who found pleasure in breaking the working caste and collected twi'lek slaves as a cruel hobby.

Since she was a child, he had enforced one iron rule: any work found insufficient or any act of defiance was met with calculated brutality. He would starve them, cut their rations, or carve his displeasure into their flesh, ensuring the lesson left a permanent mark.

There was no end to this inhumane nightmare.

Yet somewhere beneath the agony, beneath the starvation and carved obedience, something within Eleena continued to resist.

Not loudly. Not foolishly.

It lived in silence.

In every glare she swallowed before it became punishment. In every order obeyed a heartbeat too slowly. In every wound she survived when others did not.

The Geonosians believed suffering reduced a being to instinct.

They were wrong.

She learned quickly that defiance was costly, but weakness invited worse.

So Eleena adapted.

She memorized the cadence of boots against durasteel or rugged terrain. Learned which guards drank too heavily, which slaves informed for scraps, which overseers enjoyed cruelty enough to become careless. Silence became her armor. Observation became survival.

"Stand, filth. I am taking you to the Baron. He can decide what to do with your rebellious insignificance."

Eleena kept her eyes elsewhere, the words striking her soul like a blade. She could mask her expressions, become distant, but never cease the internal wreckage. This was existence beneath the hive. To be spent until nothing remained worth keeping.

The guard clicked a removable chain to her iron collar, testing its reliability with a sharp tug before hauling her toward the arena's exit. Her lavender gaze flickered toward a group of Twi'leks. No words passed between them, but the subtle, warning twitch of their lekku signaled one thing:

Danger.

Eleena’s own lekku curled inward at the sight before her when they emerged. Hutts encircled a group of slaves... individuals undoubtedly being measured for a far more sickening fate. A fate worse than her own.

Entertainment. Pleasure.

"Unit Daru! Here! Now!"

The command was a jagged, insectoid rasp that cut through the already suffocating air of the arena. Eleena did not hesitate; to do so would be to invite the very discipline she fought so hard to avoid.

She turned, her movements practiced and fluid. A mask she wore like a second skin.

Just a few paces away, the Baron stood, his mandibles twitching with a frantic, pulsing rhythm. But his focus wasn't on her; it was on the periphery, where a sharp retort of a blaster echoed through the hangar. A Twi'lek, younger than herself, collapsed into the red dust, cut down mid-stride in a desperate, foolish sprint for the perimeter.

The silence that followed was broken only by the thin, high-pitched wailing of children huddled in a nearby pen. They were frightened, uncomprehending, and loud. A sound that, in the hive’s hierarchy, was as offensive as it was pathetic.

A guard lunged toward the pen, his clawed hand raised, the metallic buzz of his intent clear.

Eleena felt a cold, jagged ache in her chest. A reflexive spark of empathy she had spent years burying beneath layers of obsidian iron. '𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆,' her survival instinct hissed. She stared at the sand, at the shadows of her own feet, and willed her heart to stop hammering against her ribs. To look was to be next. To care was to be broken.

Lavender irises shifted to find her master again. By the look in his eye: cold, impatient, and devoid of anything resembling mercy; there was urgent work to do. And judging by the pleased, erratic twitching of his facial chitin, it was going to be the kind of work that left a mark if something didn't go according to plan.

The transition from the open, suffocating heat of the arena to the subterranean depths of the spire was a harsh shock to her system. As she followed a pace behind her master, the red dust of Geonosis gave way to polished, cold durasteel floors. The ambient temperature plummeted. The dry, hot wind was replaced by the low hum of massive cooling vents circulating sterile, recycled air.

Here, deep within the hive, the primitive cruelty of the slave pens dissolved into the stark reality of an industrial war machine.The Baron stopped before a set of heavy blast doors. With a rapid sequence of clicks from his mandibles, he swiped an encrypted keycard. The doors hissed open, revealing a cavernous workshop illuminated by the eerie, pulsating blue glow of holographic terminals.

In the center of the room loomed the asset.

It was the core processing unit of a prototype Orbital Tracking and Point-Defense Array. A web of thick power cables slithered across the floor like mechanical serpents, feeding energy into a massive, rotating weapon matrix. Suspended in the air above it was a complex three-dimensional hologram of the planetary sector, flashing aggressively with warning errors and fracturing data strings.

The Baron turned his multi-faceted eyes toward her, his wings flaring with an agitation that vibrated through his chitinous armor. A barrage of rapid, snapping clicks and guttural buzzes erupted from his jaw, translating flawlessly into her mind:

"The targeting matrices are fracturing. The predictive logic cannot lock onto hyperspace exit-vectors. Fix it before the Sith shuttle touches down in the hangar, Unit Daru. If the system fails when his dreadnought enters the atmosphere, I will carve the skin from your lekku myself."

The Rutian Twi'lek did not let the threat register on her face. Her lavender eyes immediately locked onto the cascading lines of red error code bleeding across the primary terminal. The raw terror of her existence seemed to quiet down, instantly replaced by the cold, razor-sharp focus of her analytical mind.

She stepped up to the console, her bruised, azure fingers hovering over the glowing keys before she began to type. The Geonosians could build the hardware, but their insectoid minds lacked the creative cognitive flexibility to program fluid tactical logic. They could not anticipate the chaotic, unpredictable maneuvers of an organic pilot.

But Eleena could.

Her fingers blurred across the terminal, rewriting the tracking algorithms in real-time. She reallocated processing power from the secondary sub-routines, forcing the array to calculate atmospheric drag and defensive shield dispersion frequencies simultaneously. To her, the code wasn't just numbers, it was a battlefield. She was mapping out crossfire vectors, predicting entry angles, and building a flawless net in the sky.

Line by line, the bleeding red errors on the screen began to turn a steady, compliant blue.

Suddenly, a deep, heavy vibration rattled the durasteel floor beneath her boots. It wasn't the machinery. It was the distinct, thunderous hum of an Fury-Class Interceptor's engine passing directly overhead. The Sith had arrived.

The data stream on her terminal gave one final, violent pulse before settling into a pristine, unblemished cobalt blue. The tracking array was perfectly calibrated. The logic was flawless.

She had just woven a web capable of snaring a fleet, yet she stepped back from the console, instantly shrinking her posture to match the invisible, crushing weight of her chains.

A sharp hiss cut through the hum of the cooling vents as the workshop's reinforced blast doors parted.

The heavy silence of the laboratory stretched, taut as a wire about to snap. The Baron continued to click and gesture, his wings a blur of desperate flattery, completely oblivious to the sudden, icy shift in the room's atmosphere.

But Eleena felt it.

The towering warrior in a black cloak took a single step forward, the heavy click of his armored boots vibrating against the floorboards. Flanking him was another menacing silhouette; his master, Darth Vindican. The Sith Pureblood’s crimson visage was partially obscured by an ornate, bone-like mask, his dark-side aura projecting a chilling authority that made the room's temperature drop even further.

And then, slowly, his gaze fell upon her.

Instinct screamed at her to look away. Her survival armor, the obsidian iron she had built around her soul, demanded she drop her head, mask her features, and blend into the shadows.

Instead, her lavender irises rose.

Her breath caught.

Strikingly haunting molten golden orange eyes met hers. They held the fire of a thousand burning suns, a raw, uncompromising power that refused to be broken by anything or anyone.

The chains of Geonosis still bound her flesh, but as their attention remained, Eleena knew the inhumane nightmare of her old life had just come to a sudden, violent end.

i play on the Star Forge server!

i have loved star wars my whole life and been playing swtor for over 10 years :) (non consecutively lmao)

fav faction is the empire (vibes) and fav class is sith warrior (nostalgia + force choke is fun)

fav character gotta be darth marr my goat my angel my king… i love a lot of characters esp companions and sith lords :3

other star wars characters i love are vader, leia, obi-wan, mara jade, han, luke, etc…

i would be happy to play with you or help you level!! (become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force…)

also terfs bigots and other dickheads are not welcome here lol

master post of my glup shittos OCs:

(work in progress)

✨ May the Force be with you!