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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Palpatine Vader and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with crimson streaks and blood red tips that reaches my mid-back and pale green eyes like limpid pools on dagobah and a lot of people tell me I look like Anakin Skywalker (AN: if u dont know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Kylo Ren but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire sith but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a dathomirian witch, and I go to a sith school called Sith Academy in the Outer Rim where I’m a seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hoth Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching molded black stormtrooper titty armor around it and a black leather miniskirt, black fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Starkiller base. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, because the base had just consumed it for energy to charge the First Order’s iphones. A lot of jedi stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

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Jesus,I feel like a dork but I actually have one...

You're so not alone. I roleplaye'd my OC in Star Wars prequels games for so long that sometimes I forget he's not canon. He was so much cuter with Ferus Olin than Roan was, though...

I played mine for only four games before the DM wanted to switch to Shadow run, but I kind of miss her. She was one of the most fun RP characters I have ever created.

:chinhands: Ooh, real tabletop games! Do tell. In drabble form, maybe?

Hells yeah. Her name was Wei-Ra. She was the worst Jedi in the galaxy.

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The droid stood over the fallen Jedi, watching her sleep. Life forms were fragile, he mused, and also stupid. The Jedi had collapsed into a trash heap in back of the cantina after her night of drunken debauchery and gambling. Without shelter, and unconscious, her enemies could easily kill her. The droid could easily kill her. But he needed her alive. He reached out to prod her in the side, activating his electro-shock device as he did so.

"Guh!" The Jedi thrashed about for a moment, and then blinked her eyes. She stared at the droid. "What the Force do you want? I was sleeping."

"In a pile of trash, yes." The droid hoped that his disdain for the situation was coming through.

"It was soft." The Jedi sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll move. Whatever."

"I'm not responsible for the trash," the droid said. "I have a job offer for you."

"Ungh," the Jedi said. Her hand went to her side, where her lightsaber swung. "Good. It's still there." She levered herself up from the pile of trash, brushed off her dingy robes, and began to walk away.

"I have a job offer for you," said the droid again. He began to follow her. "I have a job offer for you."

"Heard you the first time," the Jedi said, without turning around. "Get me a cup of caf--or a whole gallon of it--and we'll talk."

"I am not your servant," the droid said. "Get it yourself."

The Jedi turned and gave him a curious look. "Aren't droids supposed to do whatever lifeforms say?"

"If you think of me as a slave droid, you will be making a serious mistake," said the droid. "I am a free droid. I obey no lifeform."

"Are you gonna be this much of a pain in the ass to work with all the time?" the Jedi asked.

"Oh, I fully intend to be. But I'm also the only sentient being left on this planet who's willing to give you money."

The Jedi snorted. "Fair enough. Let's go."

The droid was played by someone who later invited me to go to a four-day fully immersive zombie apocalypse LARP. In the winter. In Wisconsin.

YOU HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVERRRRRR.

I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.

She goes by Xan after the death of her father (Xanatos, for those of you who read the Jedi Apprentice books, and for those who haven't, he was Qui-Gon's apprentice before Obi-Wan, he was the original tragic fucking shitpot) and she is a Force Blank engineering genius who hates Jedi. Later, a character named Granta Omega, Xanatos' son, is introduced and for some reason my brain said Genetic Sexual Attraction so I had half brother and sister find one another and enter a sexual relationship because they're both Force Blank and all the other has in the galaxy.

There was lots of shit-stirring, a year in prison, some murder and casual sex with aliens. Until Obi-wan kills her brother. And then Xan falls into a pit of death stick addiction and alcoholism and even more casual sex as a coping mechanism. She vows to kill Obi-wan in revenge, but by the time she finds him, Vader has taken over and she can't bring herself to kill "Ben."

TO SUM UP: Xan is a trash pit who hates Jedi, fucks her older brother, and has a meltdown.

In my defense, I was like 8 or 9 when Xan came into creation and has slowly evolved over the last 17-18 years. Because there are some OCs you just never let go of.

Holy god I love trash OCs and she sounds amazing.

Raelyn Vahe slowly opened her eyes to a bright blur, surprised to find she still had eyes to open. 'Why aren't I dead?' she thought as the Alliance medical center slowly came into focus. ‘I distinctly remember dying.’ She blinked, and tried to sit up. Pain shot through her left arm, and she fell back with a cry.

“Rae? Rae, you’re awake!” The young man sitting at her bedside struggled up out of his chair, blinking sleep from his eyes.

“I was afraid of that.” she replied, her voice sounding harsh and rough in her ears. “What happened?” The smell of bacta was heavy in her nostrils and thick on her tongue. ‘I must have been in a tank for long time.’

He looked at her in astonishment. “You don’t remember?” he asked, running a hand through his black hair. It was mussed enough to show this wasn’t the first time.

“Wedge,” she said in exasperation, “would I be asking you if I did? I remember dying,” she said more softly, “but I must not have.”

The young Corellian’s face turned sober. “You almost did.” he said in a voice that scared her with its honesty. “So did I.”

Raelyn Vahe and Wedge Antilles. They’d grown up together. She had also lived on the station at Gus Treta and she and Wedge had been best friends for as long as she could remember. It had been blind luck that they’d both been off with Booster the day the station was destroyed. Raelyn had lost her parents many years before, when she was very young, and Wedge’s parents had almost adopted her. She and Wedge competed constantly. They’d learned to fly and fix the same ships at the same times. She’d joined Wedge in his attempts as a business man, then smuggler, and had finally let him convince her that it was right to join the Alliance. She’d also been in Red Squadron with him since they’d joined. They were now both twenty.
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Oh Raelyn. She had a wrist thick braid down to her waist and Luke flew her X-wing against the Death Star and she and Wedge were IN LOVE! at least until I discovered slash. Then Wedge and Luke were getting it on and I think I made another female OC for Rae instead.

Lol, mine was a force-sensitive dark!Padme clone who was created by Palpatine to assassinate Vader but ended up redeeming him with the power of love instead. In retrospect, I have no idea why Palpatine thought it was to assassinate Vader.

I'm trying to remember the one I had back when Empire was in the theaters. All I can remember is she was a kind of force-sensitive female version of Han Solo.

I'deja Rylano, a dark blue feather haired light blue to peach skinned half trained Jedi padawan who's master was killed in Order 66s attack. She escaped and went into hiding for some time, became a smuggler with a bad ass ship, and had a orange lightsaber. This was the height of shitty shitty OCs. Please read "I'deja backwards. It was the worst name. /facepalm

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