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Yes, he’s my own sci-fi character.
He would understand a mandalorian character the most, since they and the Realn are very similar in some way. They do have a different language and traditions though, so they aren’t the same. Armor is different too. But the Warrior people vibe with an Honor code is there.
Yeah, a crystal sword is a little different than a lightsaber. laser swords are the sam thing, but crystal swords work differently, and have a actual blade shape.
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@rae cool! I like how you used the same “comes from a crystal” concept but made it different.
I don’t have very many Mandalorian characters I’m working on now, except one who really doesn’t count…..but I do have a few Republic commandos, some of which were trained by Mandalorians and have a little bit of the same system in place.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
If you’re thinking of adding a character to the RP, you should add a female character… Our girls are outnumbered and it’s hard to have a formal dance with mostly boys lol.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
That would work! Bring one in! I’m very curious, Nahim has never officially met a Star Wars Universe character! This could either be disastrous or really cool.
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@trailblazer ugh that’s hard, most of the characters I’m talking about are male lol
if I were to bring a female in too, I’d violate the “one character so as not to make it too chaotic” rule
@rae ok! I’ll pull one out from a bunch I have.Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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NAHIM
‘This is wrong. I shouldn’t be here.’ Nahim saw no sign of hostility, but he didn’t want to turn his back to a crowd of people (mostly men too) when there was no one to protect his back while he cut down the door. He tensed as a door opened. Slightly relaxed when he saw it was only a girl in a pink party outfit. She spoke quietly for a few seconds with a man near the door, before approaching Nahim with no hesitation, and no fear. He tensed again. He never was good with the Fear of the Unknown in him. She bowed her head.
“Salaam and welcome to the party!”
He stared at her through his cross visor for a few seconds before remembering his manners. Nahim replaced the sword at his side, as the blade melted and receded back into the handle. He bowed his head and hesitantly answered,
“Amon.”
He lifted his head and and waited a few seconds. She was patient with him, most likely realizing he didn’t like the idea of suddenly showing up. Finally, he opened his mouth again and his thirteen-year-old’s voice spoke in heavily Realn-accented Trade,
“Were is this place? Who are these people? And who are you?”
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Lol! The Realn customary greeting happens to be bowing of the head! This was perfect! That would make Nahim little more comfortable.
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Soooo… Unless you all insist that I bring someone for ol’ Lane, he’s just gonna be here alone…
Lane
Too much cake. I’ve definitely eaten too much cake. His stomach began to ache. I never eat this much cake… Well, I’m never allowed to eat this much cake anyway… But it is good and I kind of want more…. I should ask mother to make one sometime… Leaned up against a wall, he sighed as he watched Hugo and Ottoline dance across the floor.
Lane tapped his foot on the ground and hummed with the music. You’re gonna have to dance at some point, Lane. Don’t you want to go home? He pushed the thought out of his head and sighed. He looked back down at the cake.
A noise made Lane quickly look up. His eyes fell on the tall person standing in front of the door. When he noticed the green sword in the man’s hand, he shivered from head to toe. Oh boy. Must be a warrior. The… THE HOUSE PROBABLY SENT HIM TO MAKE SURE WE ALL DANCE!! I’M DOOMED.
Lane readjusted himself against the wall, placing one foot against it. I suppose I should be ready to run if needed. He watched a girl exit the basement door, and then go talk to Amir. He was confused when he watched the girl advanced towards the man. She’s braver than me. He watched the girl and man exchanged some words.
Attempting to run his hand through his bangs, Lane’s fingers bopped his face. He forgot that his hair was styled differently than he usually wore it and that his bangs were brushed back. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor.
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I can bring Kari over to talk to Lane if you want. Currently she’s not doing anything either since Ottoline is dancing with Hugo.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
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Hedieh
“Were is this place? Who are these people? And who are you?” The man spouted off questions.
Hedieh couldn’t help but chuckle. He seemed sincere though, so she answered, “Well… first question, I don’t know. Second question, I really don’t know either but they seem like a fun bunch. And third question, my name is Azar Hedieh*. Your name is…?”
*in her culture, everyone is called by their second names
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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Kari
Now that Ottoline was dancing with Hugo, Kari found herself alone again. The new guy with the lightsaber thing didn’t seem very friendly, and this girl who had shown up out of the blue was being way too friendly with him, and with Amir. This whole situation was only getting stranger and stranger.
Kari noticed Lane leaning against the wall near the tables of food. He shifted awkwardly, as though he wanted to bolt. Kari couldn’t blame him. She wanted to get out of this place, too. Casually she approached one of the tables, selecting a small donut that she hoped wasn’t laden with some sort of poisoning, and turned to Lane.
“Hey, how’s it going?” she asked.
“What?” Lane looked startled, as though he wasn’t expecting someone to talk to him.
“You have icing on your face,” Kari noted bluntly. She cringed. Way to go, Kari. What happened to your manners?
Lane turned red and swiped his hand across his mouth. “I think I had too much.”
Kari looked at the donut in her hand, still uneaten. “How do we know we’re not being poisoned with all this food? Or drugged?”
Lane’s face switched from red to white, and his eyes widened. “Oh no! I didn’t even think about that! What if I fall over and die?”
“Then we’ll all know why.” Kari eyeballed the donut again. It looked and smelled amazing, and she was hungry, but she didn’t want to take a risk. But then again, Lane seemed fine, and he’d already eaten cake. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt. She lifted it to her mouth and nibbled. “It tastes fine.” She took another bite, and then another. Lane watched her in silence for a few minutes, and then spoke up again.
“Are we supposed to dance?” he asked.
Kari shrugged. “Do you want to?”
Lane’s eyes widened again, and he swallowed. “I… uh…”
Kari blushed as she realized what she had said. “I didn’t necessarily mean we had to,” she said. “I just thought… oh, never mind.” She reached for a napkin to wipe her sticky fingers.
**I’m gonna leave off here to let Lane respond from his perspective.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
@trailblazer what’s funny is my brother who has a male character named Kari….
I think I accidentally pulled the name from a list of female names lol. But it works for him.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@keilah-h lol
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
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NAHIM
The girl in front of him slightly chuckled.
“Well… first question, I don’t know. Second question, I really don’t know either but they seem like a fun bunch. And third question, my name is Azar Hedieh*. Your name is…?”
His eyes quickly flicked to someone in the crowd who nervously shifted. Nahim sighed and relaxed his shoulders like he should have from the start. ‘Maybe they are just as nervous about me as I am about them.’ Trust. He needed to show them that he trusted these people.
He closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath as he lifted his helmet, and cradled it in the crook of his arm. Cool air brushed his face. He never had realized he was so hot in his helmet. His black hair was off to one side, covering the place where his scar ran down the right side of his head. Sometimes Nahim wished his hair would cover that one part that stuck out on his forehead. He was vulnerable now. With eyes still closed, he answered her,
“Nayhim, my name is Nahim Nayhelm.”
He took in a deep breath, and looked her full on with black pupils, red irises and his red sclerae*.
*This is the plural form of ‘sclera’ which, if you don’t know, are the ‘white’ of the eyes.
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