#flyboypoedameron

NAME: Anakin Skywalker OCCUPATION: Jedi Knight, General, Mechanical Engineer (AU) AGE: 23 (really depends on verse) SEXUALITY: Bisexual PRONOUNS: He/Him APPEARANCE:

I am 5’ 7″ or taller. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or have had braces.

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.

ABILITY:

I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping. I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I work out at least once a week. I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. I do or have done martial arts.

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored the winning goal in a sports game. I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship. I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I have been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush on someone for over a year. I have been in a relationship for at least a year. I have feelings for a friend.

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a best friend. I live close to my school. My parents are still together. I have at least one sibling. (AU- a twin) I live in the United States. There is snow right now where I live. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I have a smartphone. I have at least 15 CDs. I share my room with someone.

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced. I know a person named Jamie. I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to one song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I know what I want to do with my life. I speak at least 2 languages.

Ben stares up at the palace as his master’s carriage pulled up to the main gates. He didnt know why they were there, only that he was to be on his best behavior or he would be punished. He knew he would be punished regardless. His master was cruel, more and more often he went to bed hungry and watched as his form slowly withered down.

@flyboypoedameron

“Pfassk! Echuta--kriffing hell--” Profanities spewed from Guin’s lips as she simultaneously focused on running a medisensor over her patient and transferring her own energy to heal the direst of the wounds. The man was bleeding heavily from multiple wounds--worst of which were a blow to his head and a series of gashes along his side and hip, so close to each other as to almost be a single giant wound--and he was fading almost faster than she could work to stabilize him.

And she didn’t have access to a bacta tank--not yet, at least--and a bacta suit--stupid, and inefficient as those ugly things were--they had on hand wouldn’t do any good until after she’d stabilized her patient.

So she was stuck trying to heal him as quickly as she could without overextending her abilities and running herself into the ground.

Thank the Force for the few medidroids who were part of the Resistance’s staff. Their quick work placing regeneration patches and bacta patches on the wounds she hadn’t yet managed to get to was one of the only things keeping the man on the cot alive while she healed as much as she could.

And yet, she was still exhausted by the time they’d managed to get the wounded pilot stabilized and out of the red.

When Luke saw a vision of Han being stabbed through the chest with a lightsaber, he didn’t believe it. For one thing, Han looked much older, possibly in his 70′s. Luke also didn’t recognize the man stabbing him, but he immediately sensed the Force and the power of the Dark Side in the man. It wasn’t until the next night, when he experienced another vision giving him more detail as to who the man was that he realized it was a vision of the far future.

The man stabbing Han… was Han’s own son. Luke knew he had to do something. He didn’t want to change the future, since he knew that was a path to the Dark Side, but he wanted to understand what was going on.

It took him many months but with the help of others and different technologies pieced together, he developed a machine that could bring him to the future and back. He programmed it to about the time period he saw in his visions and walked through it.

When he arrived on the other side, he looked around and discovered he had absolutely no clue where he was. He tried to ask around, but no one was helping, and he spotted what appeared to be a Cantina, thinking there might be some help in there.

Luke sat down at the bar, trying to get answers, but receiving none. He sighed heavily when a dark haired man sat beside him, smiling a bit. “Hey uh, I know this question is probably in vain, but do you have any idea what planet I’m on? Because I honestly have no idea.” Luke asked, turning and looking the man up and down.