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random gaming nonsense
i just get amused because it’s not as if there’s not 1000000 npcs who are twell’s clone anyway so
the only way i’d get annoyed is if i saw a copy of one of my like… uber-modded wardens i dunno but that’s so unlikely to happen. actually i’ve NEVER seen it happen. xD
I quit playing a twi-lek knight because there was another one just like him in the starting area.
I told myself I was being silly, I told myself the game had limited options, but I just couldn’t make myself love the character anymore.
It’s why I played a female orc in WoW, it’s why I often play bald women or women of colour in videogames. I also like to play as an older, gray-haired man or woman. I have no problems if I hit level 30 before I see one just like me, but if they’re really common and I see three of them in three days? That character’s getting deleted.
just now realized I never uploaded this.
my zabrak sith warrior.. I think she’s a juggernaut, I can’t remember. I’ve been playing a lot of different characters on SWTOR.
SHE’S PERFECT!
I can’t decide which one to play… I know she’s going to be light side and run with the Jawa companion :)
…Not that it matters, I still have to finish my warrior and trooper before I get around to playing her.
I love love LOVE the trooper. She’s still on Tattoine, so I haven’t finished her story yet, but honestly? Troopers are so. Much. Fun.
The soldier pictured runs with Aric, acts like Aveline Vallen and is voiced by Jennifer Hale (fem!Shep). I’m completely in love.
After I’ve finished her, I’m going to make a male!DS!Zabrak who runs with Elara or M1-4X. The male trooper is voiced by Brian Bloom (Varric Tethras).
Finally got fraps working! Incoming TOR spam.
PS: Can someone remind me again why Voss aren’t a playable race for Force-using classes? Because…
i want to play a tree frog 8(
need voss and togruta as new playable species. ALSO NAUTOLAN.
NAUTOLAN FTW!
I had a Rhodian in SW:Galaxies that I loved. Almost no one played Rhodian, so I can understand why they left it out, but I was expecting a lot more strange looking aliens in this game.
Also, is it just me, or are all the “weird” looking races on the Imperial side? DS Zabrack, Chiss, Sith Pureblood. The republic races all look “pretty”. I was expecting quite the opposite. (With the exception of the sith pureblood) I thought the Imperials were mostly human, and were specist against races that appeared different. I thought the Republic would have all the creepy looking aliens, and the Imps were a batch of Barbie dolls with British accents.
I would love to see more crazy looking races, especially on the Republic side. Though honestly, I spend too much time in the character creator anyway.
(via kingbolton)
Attys because I have a character creating problem
I like freckles
You have a character creating problem? Darling, I am the queen of character creating problems!
Now lemme go get all my RPGs working again. I miss my barbies.
(via sometimesbrilliant)
But if you want to be a princess that’s okay too! Being a girly-girl is not worse than being a tomboy, and preferring dresses to sniper rifles does not make you a bad person.
Just give me the rifle, is all I’m saying.
“I’m ready for our date Garrus.”
“…But we’re going shooting.”
“I know.” Shepard grinned. “I brought THIS!”
“Where… how were you hiding that?”
“The skirts are big and full of secrets.”
The first time Shepard came to this “charity gig”, she had a gun. Alliance brass wanted to “avoid any unfortunate incidents”, yadda yadda, Shepard was on security detail.
Two years later Shepard was at the same shindig, wearing a dress she disliked and a smile she hated. The smile was for the glorified gangsters and corrupt politicians the Alliance didn’t want to offend. “We can’t afford to antagonize them, Shepard, not with the galaxy so close to civil war…”, yadda yadda, Shepard was on political bs detail.
The third time Shepard went to the party, she didn’t have an invite. She was wearing her very favourite dress, carrying her very favourite gun, and the only protocol floating through her head was “should I start with the arms dealer on the left, or the drug lord on the right?”
(via miss-perkey)
whoops was just messing around in PS and I accidentally a pretty?
/*AU? This little blurb never actually happens in the game. Dekks, whom you’ll meet below, is mine. She doesn’t quite look like the lovely sith above, but close enough. */
30 parsecs. 4 false leads. Three days trekking across desert with sand in her boots. Two nights camped out with spiders trying to crawl into her sleeping bag. Dekks was not amused.
When Dekks and Quinn finally found the agent - Cipher Agent Elta Denthorr, bane of the Dark Council - she was dressed head to foot in sandpeople garb. It hid her blue skin from the Tatooine sun, but even the baggy robes could not hide her full figure. Dekks took a flying leap that knocked her opponent to the ground and her helmet off her head.
“Hey! What’re you… oh shit!” Denthorr raised her hands in submission.
“Agent Denthorr, we meet at last.” Dekks stood, hand on her hip, idly fingering her lightsaber hilt. “Now tell us who knows about project 34A.”
Project 34A was a secret weapons development led by Moff Gavorn and authorized by Darth Caleb of the Dark Council. The moff was dead and while preliminary evidence had suggested Republic involvment, Dekks had finally traced the murder to the chiss on her knees in the sand.
“I don’t know what you’re - augh!” Dekks’ fist swept across Denthorr’s face.
“I need names, agent.” Dekks leaned in closer to her prey. “Give them to me quickly, and I won’t leave any permanent scars.”
Denthorr’s mouth gaped. Dekks had intended to wait for her prisoner to make up her mind, but the sith was running on very little sleep and her rage was simmering close to the surface. She primed her lightsaber and held the red blade next to blue skin.
“Tell me what you know!”
“Ok! Ok! I… I was told that Moff Gavorn was working on a secret weapons project. That there was a mole in his operation feeding intel to the Republic. Darth Trace told me to steal the data and give it to him so he could manufacture the weapon ahead of schedule. He’s gone to Belsavis to steal Rakata tech for it. If you hurry you can still catch him!”
It was a lure, and an obvious one. With a flick of a wrist, the lightsaber blurred through the air. A blue ponytail of hair lay on the desert sand.
“Do not toy with me, agent! Whose orders sent the moff to Belsavis?”
“I don’t know! I swear it! I… I suspect Darth Falvis or Darth Zekro, but I can’t be sure.” They were both Dark Council members, but the agent knew that wouldn’t save her.
“Is there anything else I should know, agent?”
Denthorr’s eyes were locked on her captors’, like a mouse staring at a snake. She forced herself to relax, to close her eyes, to accept the inevitable.
“The decryption codes for Trace’s comm channel. They’re in my left sleeve cuff.”
“Quinn.” The captain stepped forward to fish the data chip from the hidden pocket. Denthorr listened to the step of his boots on the sand, knowing that each step brought her closer to her death.
“Cipher Agent Elta Denthorr,” Dekks intoned, “for the treason of impeding the work of a member of the Dark Council you are found guilty. You are hereby banished from the empire.”
The chiss’ red eyes snapped open. “My lord?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Denthorr. I don’t expect to see you popping up in my reports ever again.”
“No! No my lord, of course…. “Astounded by her luck, the former agent stumbled to her feet and headed toward the nearest Republic medcentre.
“My lord,” Quinn spoke to Dekks while his eyes followed Denthorr toward the horizon. “I’m sure the Republic could make use of her talents. Are you certain it is wise to allow her to live?”
“Stow it, Captain. Denthorr is no longer our problem. I suggest you focus your talents on Trace.”
“Yes, my lord.” With an obedient tip of his head, Malavi Quinn began the long trek back to Mos Ila.
/* Dekks’ motto: “I am a true sith, and a true sith answers to no one.” She’s the usual evil bad guy, right up until the moment she saves your life. */
(via sometimesbrilliant)
There weren’t many choices, living in the Circle Tower.
Wear these robes. Eat this food. Make this potion. Take that class. Solona was dressed and fed and instructed and collared, just like all the others.
“Now, class, it’s time to tend the gardens.” Enchanter Wynne, mouthpiece of the templars, herded them outside. The mages were granted fresh air, three times a week, provided the weather was nice.
Solona looked at the clouds on the horizon and wondered what it’d be like to get rained on. What it’d be like to swim Lake Calenhad. What it’d be like to fall - tofly - from the roof of the tower, to feel the wind catch her robes and to finally make one choice for herself. Not that that choice would do her much good.
Jowan gave her the first choice.
“There it is! There’s my phylactery. Hurry, destroy it!”
She broke one, then another, and another, until the floor was stained with innocent blood. Her first choice. Not that it would make much difference: the templars would simply take all the apprentice phylacteries again. Still, it felt good.
There were lots of choices, after that. Should I eat stale bread, or Alistair’s mystery stew? Should I wear robes or armour? Should I kill the assasin, or spare him? She travelled - travelled! - from Calenhad to Denerim to Redcliffe and back again. She got drunk and got frostbite and tried to see how long she could sustain herself on just rejuvenation spells.
Solona saved the Circle, only to have Wynne try to follow her out of it. Wynne who said “mages belong in the circle” and “it is best for mages to stick together, so we can learn from each other” and “don’t antagonize the templars, apprentice. It is better to let sleeping dogs lie.” Solona left her to rot in her precious tower.
Some choices weren’t hers to make. Alistair wouldn’t sleep with Morrigan. She respected that.
It all ended on a tower. The sky was thick with unshed rain. The demon was screaming louder than any templar. There was no wind, she wasn’t wearing robes. She picked up the sword, eyes locked on her last choice, and flew.
