Most of the time she smells neutral/nothing
specific as the soaps at the temple don’t have any fragrance. Though later,
when she’s allowed to buy the shampoo and shower gel she wants, one can detect
a slight scent of vanilla around her from them. Though even with an actual allowance,
she never understands why people would by perfume. And then there are the times,
like after training or battle, that she smells of sweat and, on occasion, smoke.
2. how often does your muse
bath/shower? any habits?
showers daily if she can. She tends to practice her lightsaber skills every day
and likes to take a shower afterwards. Aleena really doesn’t have any habits
beyond trying to get out of the shower as quickly as possible as long showers were
discouraged among the Jedi on Lothal.
does your muse have any tattoos or piercing?
Nope, and she isn’t planning on
any body movement quirks (ex. knee shakes)?
used to play with her Padawan braid when bored or nervous and still sometimes
attempts to do so, even though it was cut off years ago. So now she just plays
with her hair.
5. what do they sleep in?
A shirt and loose fitting pants,
or something similar, most of the time. She has slept in her Jedi robes on
occasion, though because of need rather than desire. Also, if it’s cold, she
has her woollen socks on.
what’s their favourite piece of clothing?
Her friend’s mother knitted her
a pair of woollen socks after hearing that she was sometimes cold during space
flights. They are natural white with berry red stripes, and slightly too large
for her, but she loves the fact that someone made them with her in mind. She’s
glad that she didn’t lose them in Balmorra during the events that led her to
being taken to Dromund Kaas, and despite the planets weather not being made to
wear them, she still keeps close by.
what do they do when they wake up?
She gets up straight away after
her alarm rings as laying in is a luxury she’s never had. After that she gets
dressed and goes through several stretches and exercises before breakfast.
After she ends up on Dromund
Kaas she tends to get up after waking up out of habit, even though there
usually isn’t an alarm to wake her up. Still does her exercises as well because
the familiarity and routine comfort her in a strange situation.
how do they sleep? position?
in a blanket, usually slightly curled up. Most of the time she sleeps quite
well and rarely wakes up during the night but from time to time she has weird
dreams and tends to be restless. If she wakes up from one of those dreams, she’s
unlikely to go back to sleep and tends to meditate rather than even try.
what do their hands feel like?
insides of her hands are slightly callused from lightsaber use over the years. Otherwise
her hands don’t have any scars or anything that would make them all that
10. if you kissed them, what
would they usually taste like?
Well personally I’m not into
kissing (the concept itself kind of weirds me out), and Aleena doesn’t really have
experience either, so unlikely to happen. Though she does like to eat this
fruit from Dromund Kaas (that I need to name), that’s sweet and slightly spicy (kind
of cinnamony), with a faint tangy aftertaste (it tastes familiar though she’s
unable to place it into her childhood). So I guess there’s a good chance that’s
what she’d taste like. (Has anyone else figured I have no idea how to answer
Malec will fight together. Not against each other, together. Combining their two talents, and it’s staggeringly, amazingly good, and emotional. To see them on the battlefield is so awesome. And a battlefield that has deep emotional content and resonance. That’s when it really means something
Todd Slavkin and Matt Hastings on Malec in Finale. Take heart! Our boys are going to find their way back to one another! x
“Evfra’s single-minded dedication to his cause became evident when he
led a successful raid on a kett labor camp, liberating hundreds of
angaran prisoners before wiping out an entire battalion of kett. ”
Evfra. There’s a lot to be said about this badass dude. He’s
interesting if for the very fact that he;s known almost completely
anecdotally. Every angaran character has an opinion of him, it seems,
except for himself. He’s almost like a Chuck Norris joke, and probably
has a lot of outlandish untrue(?) stories about himself that only add to
But apparently the kett facility thing wasnt
fake, and he did liberate all those angara. So I kinda drew on that and
made a younger version of Evfra.
Blackhat could see Dr. Flug’s throat bobbing as if he’d just swallowed, gloved hands wringing and shoulders pulled up. The smoke that came from the small glowing ball in place of his head wasn’t lazily curling behind him anymore as it had been before Blackhat had grabbed the Doctor thinking him an intruder, instead it was balling up and condensing as if trying to make itself as unnoticeable as possible.
“Um, please don’t eat me?” Dr. Flug’s voice reached him, quieter and fainter than it usually did, muffled, as if it came form further away, or behind a thick curtain. Blackhat guessed that it had to do with the type of head chosen but he couldn’t be sure. He had never actually paid attention to Object Heads, let alone talked with one. Or so he thought.
One way or another that still didn’t explain why Dr. Flug thought he would eat him , honestly. The man-, Object Head, Blackhat corrected himself mentally, was constantly expecting the worst of everything. To be fair this was nothing compared to the wariness he’d displayed when Blackhat had freshly employed him several months ago, but still.
“Dr. Flug we both know that I don’t have to eat.”
“W-Well, ” he started, stopped and rubbed his hand along the stump of his neck, “not the meat of course, but you eat souls and my kind is a whole lot of soul compared to just a human. And I’d be grateful to uh, keep it. Never mind the part-”
“-where I couldn’t work because I’d be-”
The smoke compacted for a second into a dense sphere, the Doctor flinching backwards.
Realization had dawned on Blackhat. The reason his scientist was so twitchy, to anxious, so afraid all the time. Of course, how could he not have realised!
“I am not a demon.” Blackhat hissed, “I don’t eat souls, I don’t eat. Period. I’m eldritch we don’t need something as base as sustenance!”
He could practically see the gears turning, evaluating new information, hands slowly sinking, shoulder cautiously relaxing. The smoke, bobbing and wafting, instead of tightly clustered.
“Y-You’re not? You’re-”
“Eldritch, yes, pay attention Doctor.”
A tense silence hung between them for a moment, until Dr. Flug barked out a tense laugh. “And all this time I was wondering if the lab is really worth getting eaten sooner than later.”
“Urgh…” Blackhat grumbled, “You just took the fun out of every single time I scared you.”