I told my guild I’d help raise credits to help pay for the guild ship but I can’t be assed to run dailies at the moment, so offering some limited slots if you’re in the market for some character art!
Applies to Ebon Hawk only.
Commission for an old friend of mine of their character Karia studying a holocron. Eyeless little miraluka that draws a lot of inspiration from Visas Mar.
"CoME ouT comE OUt WHeREveR YOU aRe CipHEr. You CAnnOT hiDe fRom ME foRevER."
How many men had he cut down? How many screams had filled Darth Aculaetus’ estate? And how many more would fall before he found his quarry? She wasn’t the main target, he’d made no secret of that, but he knew. He knew of her past. He knew of her capabilities. And Emperor preserve, he was having fun.
She fought to keep her breathing regulated - a stealth field could only do so much. Perched up in the alcoves of one of the side halls, she tried to run down every possible way to take down the mad Sith. Her trump card, her ace in the hole was her being a blind spot to the monster. He and his witch wife of his had made that much clear. So long as she had the element of surprise, she had a chance.
"OH CAspIRaAa…ComE on Out ANd plaY wiTh me HmMMM OH waIT. ShoulD I call…lORd Cyra? AN EmpTy GraVe is A TerrIBle ThiNG it TruLY iS yEsS. So IS naChoS withOUT cheeSe buT ONE THIng AT A TIME.."
There was a smattering of blaster fire followed by several horrendous crunches. She took a breath-
He saw a shadow duck out of the way as the thrown lightsaber arced through the air and decapitated not his prey, but the statue or bust or WHatEvER it was that she’d been hiding behind. She was indistinct, a moving blur, but the optics in his mask were working at overcoming the stealth field. Close enough.
The Force under his feet, every muscle on fire as usual, he leapt and attempted to pounce upon her. If nothing else, he caught her leg, sending her sprawling, springing back into true vision, the hint of a snarl on her face. She started to reach for any sort of diversion - before she was lifted. The unseen. The Force. Crushing around her throat, he whole body - lifting her into the air, tugging her arms behind her.
"I hOPe you KNow….this is not personal." His tone changed midway through - dropping. Steadying. Evening out like the spasms running through his arms. With one hand directed toward her, the other reached up under his crimson hood. There was the telltale hiss of pressurized systems releasing, and he pulled that polished mask from his face to rest on his belt. One eye - bloodshot, the other…false. No attempt at making it look natural - just a red, cold lens.
A rather wretched mirror - both with a false eye. Both wearing scars on their faces - he more than her. His Grip around her loosened ever so slightly, and he offered her one of his sabers.
"I still cannot See you. Even here. Even this close…but I might. Just once. Momentarily. Take it. Take off all of your masks. You are not another one of the cattle to be slaughtered…be yourself one last time. Die as a Sith. Not as a lie…not as anyone’s pawn or puppet."
With that, he dropped her. One weapon extended. The other deactivated in his now freed hand.
"At last I Saw her…"
He smiled. A broken, jagged thing. Over her limp form, he closed her eyes. No trophies. He already had one.
for a thing >_>
I am just curious and maybe looking to modify how I do things. When it comes to reading RP logs, do you (hello hi person :D) prefer logs that are in an image format, logs that are in a text format or does it not really matter?
Caspira isn’t entirely sure why she’s here; there are a number of simple reasons that could explain it, though. Frowning, hesitating in the doorway, she clears her throat and calls out.
Azil’mort browses through some paperwork — in the form of datapads — that is spread all over his desk. He’s bent over, head supported by his right hand, while he skims through the text with his left index-finger almost impatiently. His reading glasses almost threaten to fall off his nose, at any rate. Upon hearing a familiar voice, he is slow to answer. After a short finishing reading another sentence or two, he lifts his head slowly.
"Yes? In here."
Caspira follows the sound of his voice to the office, looking around as she enters the spacious little area. Though somewhat more stable in comparison to the last time they met, she looks a bit worn down in the space of time it takes her to put on her usual bland expression.
"Quite an impressive office. Lovely view."
[1/3] Is it just me or is Jean's recent interventions and shows of support/affection towards Caspira/Cyra, for all its apparent good intentions, crossing to many relationship bounderies too fast and evolving into a too imposing/controlling/clingy/needy/circumstantially inappropriate(?) involvement on his part for comfort (to be healthy?). To a point where Caspira as the receiver, especially in her current headspace, would start feeling harassed/smothered by his presence?
I began this comic last year in December, to explain Laz’ab’s mental condition in the form of Doctor Azil’mort’s medical analysis … and of course his ever-present shadow, Agent Cipher Twelve (codename: Caspira) lurking just around the corner. It was a fun change from the usually quirky/darkly humorous stuff I tend to draw in regards to my Sith.
By the hyperspaces of the gods this art is so old Laz’ab’s head isn’t even lumpy yet, but it’s still the best explanation of his condition for those who have questions about why he is the way he is.
Keeping in mind I did about six months of research into mental disorders and serial killers before drawing this, but I have learned more since then.
A recent commission I finished of some friends’ characters. Thraak and Sareli over on Ebon Hawk. Forever alooooooone.
[1/2] My apologies, but I was apparently too vague my earlier ask about Caspira and door locks to be understood. It was more referring to how several people in a row seemed to have no compunction, or at least (technical?) hinders preventing them from waltzing as they pleased into the area where Caspira was messing up Terallo (while she was at it)? I was more wondering how that occurred as she reads as somebody who would normally never even allow the possibility such accidents(?) occurring.
[2/2] As in, did they have the keys/codes or standing invitations that let them in, did she intentionally leave the entry/entries unlocked for some reason, or did she actually (off as she was at the time) just simply forget to lock it after entering, or is she possibly experiencing some other form of security ‘glitches’ that allowed it to happen?
Oh! My mistake, we’re talking literal doors!
Even though she’s pretty paranoid about her security, there are of course people who have no problem with walking in despite locks or codes. Most the Sith in her life fall under that umbrella and as much as a frustration as it can be, she’s used to Azil’mort, Laz’ab, and Bi’ev coming and going as they please and there being very little she can do about it. It’s sort of a resigned acceptance because changing the locks or codes won’t stop them and getting angry only fuels Bi’ev and Laz’ab.
As a show of trust and part of the relationship she’s trying to have with Jean, he did have the codes to her ship and a shared apartment. She’s since rescinded the codes to the ship because Bi’ev and Perkele have made their stance on the ‘security risk’ clear in a way she’s forced to agree with.
During the period she was torturing Terallo, it was likely a combination od codes, allowance and just plan distraction and a case of being a lesser concern.
From this earlier piece here. Started out using my usual process and even made linework of it before I decided it was time I take another whack at doing lineless art. Did something different with the hair but am still super happy with how this turned out, even if the picture is more ‘pink’ that I intended =D
Art Wip! It’s ‘try harder’ time again, expanding on different styles and whatnot.
Is her breakdown resulting in Caspira continually forgetting to lock her doors when she should, is it done on purpose, and/or are the people in her life in the habit of overstepping their boundaries/welcome as regards her and her property/home(?) a bit to much lately?
The breakdown was actually the result of Caspira being without her medication for too long. I went into detail about it in an ask prompt I answered kiiiind of a long time ago, but it covers the basics about her head injury and reliance on the medication pretty well.
She’s usually insanely careful about maintaining her dosage but in a recent RP where Terallo was trying to recover the drugs she had been tailor-testing on him, a scuffle with her security droid ensued and her ship was damaged; either breaking or contaminating all her medical supplies and rendering her medication unusable.
Through the gradual breakdown of her mental state, all those compartmentalized portions of her brain where Cipher-y things are buried or maintained blurred and she began to have trouble sorting out her different established ‘personas’. Most of her Cipher life prior to reassignment had been spent in long under-cover operations and you could probably call her a ‘method actor’ in that she lives as who she is at the moment. So all that blurred into one incomprehensible and highly unstable mess.
Though she does get irritated by the occasional invasion of her ship and what she considers her sole refuge, she’s still pretty good at maintaining a calm and professional front.