Yeah, I got bored so I thought I'd torture you guys with my horrid art work. Warning, some of them are big.
This one is going to be Lirra, when it's done. 'Course, I've been working on it off and on for weeks now so... Who knows when that'll happen.
Spider man... Also not done.
T3. Doy...
Everything hurt. Everything. Lirra couldn't remember ever having worn so many bandages in such a wide variety of areas. Movement was, sometimes quite literally, a pain in the ass. But none of it quite compared to the cloak of anguish that had wrapped itself around the Jedi Master's heart. She...
Kallis was sitting in a darkened corner of the cantina, a jumble of mechanic pieces spread out on the table top before her and a tall mug of some foul smelling liquid at her elbow. A knowledgable observer would have noted that the parts she was fiddling with were of the variety required in the...
I'm trying to get an accurate Cathar like fur effect, but having had to stare at it for hours, I'm not a very accurate judge. Is it too much, too little...? ((And I am aware that the shirt looks funny, I had to put something on her... my original version was quite inapropriately nude, hehe.))
"Escort the Senator..." Most routine mission in the world. Two Jedi, especially two Jedi Masters, would be more than enough to make your average assasin or attacker wannabe think twice about his actions.
Atleast, that's the way it should have been. Lirra couldn't help but feel uneasy though...
Jedi Master Lirra Amard'Leq stood in the middle of the Arena, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds as she awaited the arrival of her opponent. Not a frequentor of the Duelling ring, it never failed to amaze her just how many people watched these things. The roar of the crowd was enough to...
"Kijar the Slayer... sounds like a real wack job."
Lirra was going over what she knew of the mission ahead, waiting outside one of the Jedi's transports for Uric. It was pretty straight forward; get the big mean poacher out of the wookie's hair. "Almost literally..." She mused with a grin. It...
The Stenness system... from the looks of it, it wasn't exactly bursting with hospitable planets. Lirra's destination, Ambria, was a desert world filled with all sorts of nasty beasties. And, after some research, she'd learn the planet had a bit of history with the dark side and had some...
Lirra had wrangled a small, easily piloted transport as the vehicle of choice for her and her padawan's little journey, and was in the process of prepping it for take off while she awaited the young man's arrival. The day before she had told him to collect the parts he would use in the...
'The upper class' part of town, Meris had called it. Funny title to give it, Kallis thought. The only difference in these people and everyone else on the cursed smuggler's moon was that they had a bit more money and delusions of importance and power. Some day they were going to wake up and...
OOC: This is mostly for character developement, but if you can come up with a good reason for being here... *shrug* All I ask is that you ask.
Even from a distance, Yanibar looked like a real hell hole. It was in the middle of one of its blistering summer seasons and drought combined with...
OOC: Meh, now that I think about it, I should probably have put my training threads here... anyway... repairing that with this one...
The training room wasn't the most hospitable location Lirra could have chosen; cold and pristine it was devoid of decoration, and the lonely work bench in the...
The control panel sparked and fizzed as the hydro spanner worked its way through the wires. The tool was, to all appearances, moving of its own accord. In reality, its work was guided by the gentle, invisible hands of the Force. Kallis kept a watchful eye on it from her position at the hyper...
Yeah... my ex Jedi boy wonder wasn't really working out for me, so he gets to go in the closet. (And not like that, you sickos!) I think I'll enjoy this one much more... I spent AGES researching the Zeison Sha, so, yeah, not using her would be a waste and my typing hand would hate me forever...
Though it was night time it was near impossible to see the stars from the crowded streets of Ord Mantell. Blaring casino lights shone in their stead, their neon brilliance enticing the planet's large tourist populace to come play away their hard earned credits. Bounty hunters, smugglers, and...
Name: Doran
Faction: Independent
Rank: Self imposed exile
Species: Human
Home World: Naboo
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 150-60 ish
Eyes: A very vibrant green
Hair: Dark brown
Skin: Moderately tanned
Credits: 1,000
Strength: High
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Normal
Intelligence...