#seidala

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Merkara: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Relu: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Merkara a little bit. Xala, holding Relu's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

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Liran: What's gone wrong, Merkara? Merkara: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis. Liran: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling? Merkara: Well... There’s a crisis.

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Seidala: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... Seidala: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. Liran: ...That took an unexpected turn. Merkara: So did their neck.

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Xala, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Relu: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Xala: I have depression, what do you think?

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Seidala: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Merkara: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Merkara: I found a note in one of my old docs that said “Note to self: Get revenge on Seidala”. Merkara: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Merkara: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Seidala: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Merkara: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Seidala: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Merkara: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Relu: I just had a long talk with Solaris and Astara about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

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Liran: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve. Relu: I think you mean cards. Liran, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Ra’enar: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

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Relu: We all have our demons. Relu, grabbing Merkara: This one’s mine.

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Xala: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

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Moranai: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Sorry if you've already answered this before-

Relu loves white. No, not because of his lightsaber. First and foremost, white reminds him of his home planet, which is mostly icebergs and snow. And it’s a funny coincidence that he ends up with a white lightsaber after changing three other colors.

Xala likes yellow when she is younger, but she develops a preference for silver over the years. 

Moranai is into all kinds of acid colors. In fact, she dyes her hair bright acid green at one point. 

Seidala prefers deep shades of red, such as mahogany and maroon. 

Ullaira doesn’t care about colors all that much, but she’s impartial to bubblegum pink because that’s the color of her wife’s skin. 

Liran ― charcoal. 

Ishalea ― gold. 

Ra’enar ― metal black. 

Rial ― bright red colors, like ruby and crimson. 

Astara ― orange and pink.

Solaris ― sapphire and black. 

Lua ― green. 

When she speaks, her voice is monotonous and apathetic. She sounds bored beyond bearing. 

“Tesag was the first one, I don’t remember him well. He was disdainful toward me and my siblings, ignoring our existence most of the time. He adored mother, but she married him only for his money. My father had been careless with his finances, so mother had to rectify his mistakes. One day we were having a nice family dinner and Tesag started foaming at the mouth and having violent spasms. He fell on the floor, shaking with seizures until he died. Mother didn’t even look his way and told us to keep eating.”

“Then came Aravir, he stayed much longer than others and was the worst of them all. It was just a mutually convenient marriage, he didn’t even share chambers with mother. Nor did he pay attention when she brought her lovers home. But they were comfortable with one another, I saw them fight only once ― when mother hurt his favorite slave without his permission.” 

She pauses, frowning, remembering something she doesn’t want to remember. 

“Other than that, they were having so much fun putting my siblings and me through trials and torture. Until Aravir went into hiding when his former favorite slave became a Dark Councilor. And when his corpse was found later, it was so horribly disfigured that we needed a DNA test to verify his identity.”

“Mother married one of her lovers shortly after. His name was Dzarsi. She seemed to care about him a bit, at least enough to make their dalliance official. He was about ten years younger than her and rather good-looking. I wasn’t there when he died, but I’ve heard that he experienced organ failure that lasted several days. He was in agony until he fell into a coma and expired. They say that it was for no reason, but we all know the reason.”

Jarai Ijaa, Mando Sith, traitor to her species

I share custody of this child with @sunsetofdoom

Jarai’s story starts long before she is born. A Mandalorian family fights not because they must but because it’s a challenge and their enemy is fierce. But instead of trophies they find an infant, now an orphan. They don’t feel guilty for killing the baby’s parents, but they take her in as their own out of respect for the enemies who gave them a hell of a fight. They name her Dinui, and they raise her to be a warrior.