Humm, good question! I haven't really thought about it.
If any of them did, Deitente and Astayr would be tied for the two most likely to have pets, with Kalvonut in third. Deitente would have some type of cat-ish animal - something that doesn't need a lot of attention to flourish but still will cuddle on occasion - and Astayr would have the gffa equivalent of a Mastiff or Great Dane, big, affectionate and slobbery XD.
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The character creator in SWTOR won't let him have the long ponytail he's supposed to have, so here's an art piece I commissioned from @stellorc as a supplement!
She wasn't always so jaded - as a child she believed that perhaps one day the Republic would win or at least make true peace with the Empire. This was in part influenced by her family - her cousin Shurir Verrni was a Jedi for much of her adolescence, and her father was a soldier in the Republic Army. So as a young Cathar kit growing up in a decidedly middle-class family on Coruscant, she had rose-colored glasses on from an early age. However, Deitente got to experience the Sacking and destruction of the Jedi Temple first-hand as a teenager. It was a formative experience for her - Shurir perished in Sith attack, and her father's spine was broken when rubble fell on him, permanently removing him from active duty. Unlike with some of my other characters however, the shock and horror of that experience did not change her beliefs - instead, it only solidified her patriotism. It just opened her eyes to the necessity of the Republic victory over the Sith at any cost, and led to her ultimately joining the Republic Army, following in her father's footsteps.
Deitente's character outlook is one of grimfaced necessity combined with compassion - she refuses to throw away Republic lives for no reason, and she does all she can to avoid civilian deaths, but she's also painfully aware that she can't save everyone. To her, her duty to protect the Republic - especially it's citizens - is more important than personal morality, and she if she has to sacrifice one for the good of many- then that's what she'll do, even if the decision destroys her.
Personality-wise, Deitente is very much what a good officer should be on the outside, all efficiency and duty and professional stoicism. Furthermore, she cares deeply about her team, even Tanno unfortunately, and she's a woman of her word - as the commanding officer of Havoc, she will see to it that her team is treated right, even if she has to take the fall herself. There won't be another Dagger Wing on her watch - when the time comes she'll sacrifice herself to spare the others. And she doesn't take shit from anyone (least of all annoyingly handsome Cathar Lieutenants or a certain General) but beneath the tough-love type of exterior there a playful side that she wishes had more opportunity to see daylight.
When she has a few moments to rest, Deitente usually...doesn't. She prefers unwinding at her favorite cantinas or trying new restaurants or visiting historical landmarks to staying in and bingeing the latest holodramas - she knows that her job is dangerous, and she wants to experience life to the fullest, just in case hers is cut short. And after she marries Aric, this is just an excuse to go on dates all the time, so it all works out anyway.
She ends up commanding the Republic Special Forces Division by the time of the KOTXX expansions, and is the only one of my characters to stay unswervingly loyal to the Republic (unlike Kalvonƻt, whose priority is the Jedi Order) - though she does noticeably turn a blind eye when her husband and Havoc Squad defect to join the Eternal Alliance.
If so how many and what would they be like as parents?
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Also what is Elenās relationship like with Kaliyo and would she abandoned her on a backwater planet like Kayden?
Deitente and Aric definitely end up having an entire litter of kids - at least four, if not five or six! (I headcanon Cathar having twins or triplets about 60-70% of the time rather than single kits) It works out okay once Deitente makes Republic Spec Ops General, given that ends up as mostly as a deskside/tactical job while Aric is out with Havoc Squad. They have to swap out single-parenting sometimes though - being dual-military is tough - and that also means they both have similar parenting styles, as it's something they've extensively discussed and settled between them.
They both have high expectations of their kids - good grades in school, good behavior outside the home, helping out around the house especially when they're down a parent due to work - but they're forgiving of honest mistakes and do everything in their power to help their kids succeed with goals the kids set for themselves. And of course they'll trust their kids to do the right thing, but if one of their kids knowingly breaks their trust by, for example, getting involved with spice? Then it's hard to get that trust back, and Deitente and Aric would have no qualms letting their kids learn a hard lesson if it's needed.
As for Elennye's relationship with Kaliyo - Elennye is a chameleon, so she and Kaliyo get along fairly well. However, Elennye is thoroughly loyal to the Empire, so the second Kaliyo outlived her usefulness it would have been an amiable goodbye. (And "amiable goodbye" here means that once Elennye gets the Black Codex and fucks off to take over the Star Cabal as a loosely-Imperial shadow power, she blackmails Kaliyo into staying fucking quiet about the former Cipher 9, and drops her off on a planet of her choice with plenty of credits. It's the nicest "talk and you're a dead man walking" Kaliyo's probably ever gotten. It pisses Kaliyo off, of course, but it's not a blaster bolt to the skull so.)
Okay! This is the full draft section from the Six Sentence Sunday Snippet that I posted earlier. It IS subject to revision, of course, but as for right now this is The Plan!
Context: Corrain is the only member of his crew that is trapped on board the Emperor's Fortress when the mission to Redeem the Emperor goes horribly wrong. He's taken prisoner, tortured, and when the Emperor's Child Force-brainfuckery fails, he's put under Castellan mind-control and given an implanted shock collar. He and Scourge escape a year and a half later by stealing an Imperial Shuttle - and the Emperor's Hand promptly put a Blacklist bounty on Corrain's head. Only, they don't want people to know their pet Jedi has gotten loose, so they falsify the mark. Astayr (BH, LS) takes it, chases them down to Nar Shaddaa - and Kessin (Smuggler, Neutral) is recruited to get them in contact with the Jedi and Republic. They end up meeting on Alderaan- and Corrain surrenders to the Republic by tossing Kira his lightsabers, and my Consular takes custody of him. (Five of my OCs are present at this exchange)
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The glow of angry ruby plasma sizzled in the air, one of his lightsabers glowing in Kiraās hands, and suddenly cloying, choking anxiety clawed at the inside of his chest, nauseating guilt grinding his stomach into pulp as the dawning horror broke over her face. She stared wordlessly at the bled blade, and then, as Jun turned to her with a raised eyebrow, he saw the glitter of moisture on her eyelashes, visible even from meters away behind the transparisteel visor of the mask sitting heavy on his face, hiding his identity. At his side, Scourge stood silent, the Force an iron wall about him even as Corrain could feel power crackling through his entire body like poison, burning as it went, the numb fear-fury feeding its advance a knot of pain in his chest. Behind him somewhere, Kessinās soft inhale of horror echoed the cracking facade his friend- former friend, former Padawan - wore across a trembling lower lip.
He wanted to comfort her, to tell her it was insignificant, an easily-fixable mistake. He wanted to yank his lightsabers back into his hands, draw them both, send the now-reddened lightsaber blades spinning into Scourgeās neck, just to be sure he couldnāt drag Corrain back to that hellhole Fortress and tear him apart again- just to be sure- He wanted to cry, to curl up in a dark corner somewhere and waste away. He wanted it all to disappear, the past year little more than a vivid nightmare, for him to awaken whole and free. He wanted to rage, to break things - fragments of his whole past - into pieces so small they could never all be collected. He wanted to take Vitiate and tear him apart, watch him choke on his own blood - he wanted the everpresent threat to his free will destroyed.
And yet- he knew this haunting rage would only upset Kira. It would upset T7, upset Doc and Kess and Kalvo maybe even Rusk, even if it was only because they knew a version of him that was kind and naive and committed to the Jedi over everything else, rather than this bitter, angry shell. And it paralyzed him, made him doubt himself, even as the familiar cold shadows of the Dark Side called to him, swelling through him like a flood through a funnel, feeding off the terror threatening to drown him. But there wasnāt any other choice for him, not anymore. Not after heād let the spark in his heart explode into a storm of lightning, not after Vitiate had torn open his mind and dragged out the cruelty and darkness buried so deep within in him, not after heād been stripped of everything that had made him who he was. Not after heād been pressed into the mold of a Sith and come out a broken puppet with blood on its hands. Vitiate had to die for him to be free again, and for that he had to be strong. But even his Fall hadnāt freed him from the Emperor - it had only proved he was dangerous, that the darkness inside him needed to be choked off, strangled at its source. And yet - and yet he did not know if he could let go. If he could once again be the person that Master Orgus had trained.
Master Orgus.
He choked on his breath suddenly at the memory, emotion cresting high and tight against the back of his throat. His master, who had tried to protect him from beyond the grave. Who had asked Kaedan to look out for him, who had trained Bengal Morr, the only Jedi that had tried to rescue him. Orgus, who had died trying to shield him from Darth Angral. The man who had believed in him, so fiercely that his spirit followed him into the heart of the Sith Empire and reached for him there, even as he was lost in the dark, eyes glowing yellow. And now Kira, who was looking at the corrupted lightsabers in her hands like her world was falling apart. Kira, whoād defied the Emperor twice and won, whoād thrown away everything sheād known at ten years old. The Padawan heād been so incredibly fortunate to help train, now a Knight, who had held him while heād cried after Orgus had died. Kira, whoād stood at his side until heād fallen to the Emperorās lightning and ordered her to run. And KalvonĆ»t - the Jedi who had been as his elder brother for so long, carefully helping him through the loss of Master Orgus, gentle even in the face of his grieving anger. The man who had nothing but kindness in his heart, even when the only words Corrain could muster were cruel or despairing. And Kessin, who had sent them stupid holomemes ever since their first meeting on Tython, who had come for him even when he was for all intents and purposes Sith, when they hated Sith more than anything else.
For them, he could try. He could try to be the person he once was, for their sake. He had to.
ā...Kira?ā he said, hating the uncertain tremor in his voice and the grating muffled sound that his mask overlaid on each word. She looked up from the lightsaber then, flicked the blade off and let the deep ruby beam of plasma disappear. Across the soft plain, Jun paused, and Master Kaedan cocked his head to the side, both visibly confused by his focus on the young Knight. But she just shook her head, hooking his surrendered lightsabers onto her belt, eyes still wet even as she laughed, voice thick with grief.
ā...Didā¦did you do this? To my masterās lightsabers?ā she whispered then, the dark azure of her gaze pinned to the eye plating of his mask. At his side, Scourge stood silent, true to his word that he would say nothing of Corrainās choice, merely watching. The cold metal in the back of his neck burned, a reminder of the price of defiance. A price heād pay over and over again, if it meant he could do something to undo what had been done to him.
āThe Emperor did,ā he answered, voice still tremulous and faint, and on his other side he could feel the waves of horror of Kessinās dawning realization. āHe broke the kyber crystals, bled them so I wouldnāt have anything left of who I once was. And thenā¦heā¦he broke me too.ā
It was now or never, and so he reached up, hooking gloved fingers under the lip of his mask and pressing the release catches. Cool Alderaanian air stung his burning gaze, chilling the dampness of tears on his cheeks into frost as the seal broke. Churning fear bubbled under his skin, the crackling draw of the Dark tugging at him. But- they deserved to know. Kira deserved to know. Satele too, and Kalvonƻt. And so, hands shaking, he pulled the helmet over his head, letting long white hair spill free, and dropped the mask onto the soft soil below his boots. Scourge clicked his tongue in mild disapproval, shaking his head irritably. But there was a certain begrudging admiration there too, deeply hidden in the dark burn of his presence in the Force.
āI suppose we never could snuff out that last little spark of light in you, Jedi, no matter how far you Fell,ā the Sith scoffed, ignoring the sudden shock rippling off the Jedi across from them, and the mild surprise of the Mandalorian hunter watching them from the trees, horror mixed with relief and joy evident in their expressions. Kaedan in particular looked stricken, the ashes of his promise with Orgus blowing away in a cold Alderaanian breeze. And then Kira took a shaky step forward.
āCorrain?ā she called, uncertainly, recoiling slightly when his gaze met hers, once-grey eyes poisoned with golden yellow. He flinched on instinct, tension pulling on his every muscle, cloying terror creeping up the back of his throat again. Since when had he flinched at shadows, and feared the Jedi?
ā...Iām sorry I took so long, Kira,ā he forced out, blood pounding in his ears. He blinked as the mountainous horizon blurred - another frigid arc curved down his cheek. Kiraās face was a sudden smudge, all the emotion currently pent up inside him finally starting to boil over, escaping. The frigid burn of the metal implants against his spine ached then, and he had to fight back a wave of raw dread, irrationally expecting pain to explode through his head and down his back, searing him from the inside out. The air felt thin suddenly, weak, like there wasnāt enough oxygen saturating the atmosphere. āI-Iām sorryā¦I c-couldnāt-ā
The clack of heavy weaponry being put away suddenly echoed across the plain, the Republic soldiers - Deitente? Was that Havoc Squad? - all holstering their weapons at a gesture from their leader, her feline blue eyes bright with understanding, and then KalvonĆ»t strode forward, raw compassion like a sun shining from behind his face, so bright he had to duck away. The Sith Jedi reached out slowly, movements deliberately lethargic as if to give him time to pull away, and as he set both hands on Corrainās shoulders, gentle and grounding, a soft curtain of peace and stillness fell over the chaotic roaring in his ears. He choked on his own breath, the panic and grief and pain rising in his chest clashing with KalvonĆ»tās gentle aura, friction vibrating in the air between them. He could feel the sparks starting to form in his palms, shadows gathering to cool his blood.
āKalvo- I-ā
āItās all right, Corrain,ā he said gently, and after a few slow heartbeats KalvonĆ»t gently pulled him in, wrapping both arms around him protectively. The shadows at his back wavered- dissipated- and then broke, and KalvonĆ»tās presence around him swept warmly into the void at his back. āBreathe. Youāre alive. And youāre safe now.ā
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Just for fun, what do you think your Legacy. would think of my sith warrior, Tyrrnith? As in, how'd they see him, would they get along with him, ect? You can list as many or as few of your OCs as you want.
You're gonna get all of them then, LMAO! Moonrise Legacy takes on the Zarmahan.
Corrain: Depends on when they would meet, to be honest. If it's baby-Jedi Corrain, prior to the Vitiate Trauma, he'd just be confused. Praven kind of baffled him, and since Tyr's a pretty honorable Sith, it would only deepen that confusion. They'd get along eventually, it would just take Corrain time to figure out how the fuck he felt about it.
However, if Corrain first meets Tyr as the *Emperor's Wrath* rather than the *Empire's Wrath* - he's almost certainly never going to trust Tyr, ever. That first impression will stay with him far too long, and his hatred of Vitiate/Valkorion never truly fades - it's a scar he carries for the rest of his life. Meeting Tyr around JK chapter 3 or Ilum would mean Tyr gets caught up in that association.
But if they meet around the SoR or KOTXX point, he's likely to want to reach out - he'd see Tyr as someone who sticks to his ideals and he respects that a lot. They wouldn't see eye to eye, but that's something Corrain values because it challenges him to think outside the box. They'd probably have some pretty decent conversations.
Kalvonut: Kalvonut would probably be conflicted. He's extremely diplomatic and actively avoids confrontation where he can, so they'd 'get along' for the most part, but Kalvo would see Tyr as the embodiment of the culture he never had a connection to. As a Pureblood Sith taken in by the Jedi after his Revanite mother was killed by the Dark Council, trying to learn about Sith customs would be almost certainly viewed with suspicion by the Republic (though not the Jedi, per se) and so he stayed away.
Actually, on second thought? If Tyr isn't patient they probably wouldn't click - Kalvonut would almost certainly bombard him with questions. He's a massive nerd, lmao.
Kessin: They'll shoot him in the face before anything, unless Corrain or someone else they trusted told them to back off. It doesn't really matter when - they never trust Sith. Ever. Tyr would never be able to prove himself to Kessin, even if he wanted to.
Deitente: She can respect Tyr's sense of honor, but she'd view him more as a formidable opponent than anything else. So she'd respect him as a warrior and enemy, but that's about it - she's too loyal to the Republic to ever befriend him.
Eiri: They'd probably get along, to be honest. Eiri doesn't give a rat's ass about the Empire (because he's not Imperial, he's Zakuulan, and he maintains that identity) but he'd be able to respect that Tyr does. He'd also be the most comfortable in the face of Tyr's aloofness, as he's a fairly laid-back guy - he doesn't mind awkward conversations or silences or anything of the sort. He makes them comfortable, honestly.
Sekulyn: She'd see Tyr as a threat, and just for that she'd respect him. Even more so after they become Darth Occlus and rise to the Dark Council. They don't have a code of Sith honor in the traditional sense - but they don't half-ass it when going up against formidable opponents, and they wouldn't spare any effort if they had to take Tyr down. As long as they share the same goal, however - keeping the Empire strong (and therefore Sekulyn's powerbase secure) - then they'd get along fine. Probably pretty damn well, all things considered.
Elennye: She'd begrudgingly like Tyr. He puts the Empire first - as she does - and isn't one of the fuckhead Sith whose power struggles are tearing apart the Empire from the inside. Not to mention he's not a jackass about aliens. She'd gladly offer her services as the Star Cabal leader/Information broker to him when he needs them, as long as it doesn't fuck with Vaylin and Zakuul.
Astayr: Honorable Sith are a decent sort, and he's good in a fight, so xey would be more than happy to work with him if he's willing to pay hir fee. Plus, xey know that xey can trust any bounties he pays xem to take out to be fair play - there's not going to be falsified info or coercion (of Astayr) involved. Xey might be too rowdy for him though - xey would almost certainly try to get him to shoot net'ra gal with them and the other Mandalorians LMFAO
Thanks for the ask! I love Tyr, so these were pretty fun answers to brainstorm.
For Odd OC Asks, how about these ones for whichever OC(s) you prefer?
š½: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?
š»: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?
š: How does an OC spend a lazy day?
I'm gonna do a three by three! Three asks, Three OCs, hehe.
š½: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?
Corrain: He's a cuddler. He can and will flop onto someone's lap and not let them get up, like he's some kind of overgrown cat. He's also, however, a "Quality Time" sort of person. He doesn't have a lot of time to spare, so he does his best to make sure he *makes* time for the people he loves.
Deitente: She'd never admit it, but she's very affectionate and she appreciates receiving affection just as much as she likes to give it out. Her love language is mostly "Acts of Service" - she loves doing things to make her loved ones' lives easier, but when she's feeling particularly affectionate, she WILL purr. (Jorgan denies that she purrs this every time he is asked. He would like to not be banished to the couch thank you.)
Astayr: Xey don't mind affection, but xey're generally not super affectionate by nature. Xey do like kisses and battle-dates with xir boy though, and xey're more than willing to give Blizz and Mako all the hugs those two could ever want though.
š»: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?
Corrain: Pre-Vitiate - he meditates or turns on a trashy holodrama to binge with Kira.
Post-Vitiate, and pre-KOTXX? - he. doesn't calm down. he shuts all that boiled emotion up in a corner, and maybe tries to murder spars with Scourge for a bit to burn all the anger off.
KOTXX and onward - He goes to find Lana or Theron and just kind of. lays on them until they get the hint and cuddle him. Lana will sometimes bribe him with sweets to wait until she's done working to cuddle, Theron usually caves because he's a sucker.
Deitente: She likes a cup of tea after a long day. Her favorite teas lean on the fruit side, and she curls up on the couch with a novel while she sips. Woe betide the moron who brings up that she 'likes fruity little posh drinks' in front of her
Astayr: She usually spends a few hours scrolling mindlessly on the Holonet, then either grabs pillows to go smack the shit out of Torian and Mako, or if she's been gifted any beskar ingots recently, she spends time designing her armor. Xir first beskar armor piece was a pair of gauntlets, given to xem by Torian, and xey're set on making a full set to match someday.
š: How does an OC spend a lazy day?
Corrain: He doesn't really know the meaning of a lazy day (without feeling like absolute garbage) until after KOTXX - so...prior to KOTXX, he's training or meditating on a slow day, maybe reading a book or trying to learn a new skill. After KOTXX - he probably goes hiking, or drags Vaylin off somewhere where she can try (and fail) to teach him ways to braid his hair. (if Theron or Lana get to him first though...he's probably not getting out of bed that day. heheš they're bingeing game of eternal thrones, i promise-)
Deitente: If not catching up on sleep? She's grabbing a friend or Jorgan and dragging them off to the cantina to relax. She's not the kind to spend a "lazy" day - a day off is a day out to have fun! Whatever the Star Wars equivalent of a rollercoaster is, she's doing that.
Astayr: Either chugging ne'tra gal with the clans and partying, or - especially after xey and Torian have kids - learning and practicing elements of Mandalorian culture that xey're more unfamiliar with. Xey're end up being almost completely fluent in Mando'a, but xey're absolutely set on mastering Mandalorian cuisine, and well. Astayr isn't a fabulous cook *in general* lmao. Xey sure do have fun with it though - and most of the results are at least edible XD