Recent content by Roanoke

It feels so good to be surrounded by friends who accept him despite a glimpse of the darker aspects of his past. Roanoke tells himself that he won't even dream of messing up this connection he's forging with his fellow Padawans. He can't help but smile, realizing that Shaw, Caul, and Zessel make...

Roanoke has covered his tear-filled eyes with one large, rough hand long before Shaw speaks to reassure the ex-Sith. He's too embarrassed for breaking down like this, and too mortified due to his sudden lack of self-control. His face is flushed, the tips of his ears, too. He can't even thank...

"A coin toss," Roanoke nods with understanding, then flashes Zessel a bright smile. "Gotcha!" At the half-Arkanian's additional reminder of shuffling the deck first and foremost, the mohawked teen blushes lightly with embarrassment. But the way he still keeps smiling despite it shows that...

Still grinning from Prani's joke, Roanoke falls into a quick routine, one ear twitching as he listens to the methodical beat of her knife as she chops up vegetables. His hands move steadily from one fish to another, his knife work passable enough for the older ladies keeping watch while they...

When Zessel throws an arm over Roanoke's shoulders, the ex-Sith's brows rise at record-breaking heights. Add that to the teasing quip about baking, and Roanoke's smile turns wide he's practically grinning fron ear to ear. The half-Arkanian is just full of surprises tonight, and Roanoke is here...

Roanoke almost jumps out of his skin when he hears Shaw speak to him directly, the former acolyte's head already threading into darker, deeper territories that he doesn't want sailing into again. Of course recent events just practically drops him in metaphorical choppy waters, so it's no wonder...

Roanoke is surprised when Zessel initiates contact by holding his arms. Even the offer of a hug, despite being said in jest, is kind of jarring. He knows the half-Arkanian isn't really big on physical touch, but to see this side of Zessel, to witness the other boy's caring nature... The ex-Sith...

It's evident how much care Duma is putting into stroking Lady's fur, and given how massive he is compared to the loth-cat, Roanoke is convinced that the interaction is genuine. Despite the spark of apprehension in his heart at the knowledge that the Orcolan lost his buddy when the Sith came and...

Roanoke is starting to feel more and more comfortable with the company around him. Prani's endearing shyness and eagerness when she shared that she's also crocheting, Duma's encouraging advice about picking up drawing again and entailing not to give up on it, Zessel's surprising but welcome...

The fact that Roanoke doesn't even reply to Zessel's reassurances speaks of the shock and terror he still feels after witnessing their assailants' demise. Even as they walk away from the beach, even as they return to the village, the scent of smoke and burning flesh stick stubbornly in the back...

Roanoke is glad that he's not the only one nervous about this mission, and yet at the same time he doesn't want Zessel to feel anxious. He listens as his friend talks, and the ex-Sith internally cringes as Zessel shares his own thoughts about kidnappers. Roanoke remembers clear as day the sheer...

Before Roanoke can really start with anything, his gaze flickering from one ingredient to the next that needs tending to, he hears a familiar, melodious voice calling his name. The mohawked teen lifts his gaze and spots Prani approaching the cooking pit. A smile instantly lights up his face, but...

Roanoke can feel both Zessel and Althea's unease as they enter the village. He won't lie and say that he doesn't feel the same, but he doesn't let it show for the sake of his friend. Knight Lucis might not say it, but the ex-Sith feels the need to take responsibility and offer whatever semblance...

He doesn't know that the planet Sorgan exists until recently, and Roanoke is absolutely floored when he sees how peaceful it is. The planet seems untouched by conflict between the Jedi and the Sith, nor the threat of abominations, and even from the dirty, bloody hands of the Syndicates. The...

True to Levet's (@Darasuum) observation, there is indeed a loth-cat whose attention has now shifted from the firefly she was chasing to the convor perched on the net. Lady's ears flick with interest as she watches the convor, but eventually her bright green eyes fall upon the Padawan himself...