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Tallea Santi
by Rall Thu Mar 17, 2016 4:18 am
Name: Rall Santi
Aliases: Tallea
Height: 5ft 4in
Weight: 135lbs
Current Age: 37
Eye color: Dark Green
Hair color: Light blonde
Race: Human
Alignment: Varies, with recent events leaning more towards the dark side
Home Planet: Correllia
Unit Division: Recently accepted into the Gray Knights
Squad: None
Clothes/Equipment: Varies with mission requirements. Mostly uses repulsorlift rigged gauntlets that allow her to mimic force abilities such as push, lift, and control of her vibrostaff. She is also equiped with an imperial agent issue stealth field generator. She still has her old lightsaber staff, but cannot wield it without intense concentration, and only for a short time.
Marks: While Rall/Tallea does not have any tatoos. Her scars on her back, shoulders, and legs she keeps covered and hidden from others, not willing to talk about them.
Personality: Rall/Tallea normally keeps to herself, quiet and calculating, but once she feels a bit more comfortable with the situation, she will openly speak her mind. Rall is friendly and accomodating, willing to help, but also very hot headed and quick to anger, especially if pushed. With her experiences, this hotheadedness has mellowed out quite a bit, but she still can be riled.
History: This will be posted in following replies.
Sample Roleplay: Hmm.. I'll think about it.
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Re: Tallea Santi
by Rall Thu Mar 17, 2016 4:30 am
A brief summary of Fallen Jedi Rall Santi's origin:
The beginning
Captian Ralleo Santi dedicated himself to two things in life. Money was the first. No matter how tough the job or how insane the clients, if money was involved, he was there. The other thing he loved more than anything in the galaxy was women. Because of his galavanting around the galaxy in search of his two pleasures, he ended up with too many headaches and enemies. One of these former "lover turned enemies" decided that the result of their affair would be better off as his responsibility. An infant was smuggled aboard his ship before he departed for one of his usual semi-legitimate business opportunities with a note attached with only the words "You made it you keep it! Signed, SPACE OFF!"
Not really knowing what to do with a child, yet in a hurry and unable to find a way to get rid of the little girl, Captain Ralleo took her in reluctantly. Time flew by with each year passing the child grew and so did the Captain's affection for the little one. Her aptitude for helping to repair the ship grew to the point where at age three she could already repair complex electronic circuit boards. The dangers of a child using a soldering iron never dawned on Captain Ralleo, he was too proud of her.
On her fifth birthday the Captain decided that it was time to give her a proper name and stop just calling her "kid". Never being the greatest at thinking up original names he just decided to give her his own and took to calling her "lil' Rall". Because of her excitement Rall jumped happily and accidentally knocked over a glass lamp nearby. The sound of shattering glass frightened the little girl and she covered her face. The sudden outburst of emotion caused the glass shards to scatter all over the room.
Captain Ralleo now realizing that his daughter had a great gift, sought out an old friend and client from his days in the Smuggler's Alliance. Little Rall was brought before Jedi Master Mikea Oswiri Panteer. The older jedi was happy to take the child in and teach her how to control her awakening abilities. Rall at the time didn't know she was not to see her father again, but somewhere inside she could feel it and had already accepted her fate.
A Jedi Knight
At the age of twenty six, Rall had become a very competent Jedi Knight. Her Master had taught her many things, but she excelled at the art of subterfuge and deception through the force. Master Oswiri was very stern with her, pushing her to the limits and teaching her from his own vast knowledge of the force. It was some time after she passed her trials to become a full fledged Jedi Knight that she was approached by Jedi Master Satele Shan and asked to help with a very important mission. It seemed there were some in the order who had been corrupted and placed by the Emperor of the Sith to destroy the foundations of the Jedi from within. These "Emperor's Children" as they were called, were to be located and reported on so a specially trained Jedi Consular could purge them of their conditioning. Rall immediately set out to monitor and locate any person of interest to pass on her intelligence to the Council.
For two years Rall searched and exposed these traitors to the Republic. Her skills grew sharper and her connection to the force grew ever stronger. During this time the Empire became increasingly aggressive. When the war broke out on Correllia, her home planet, Rall could no longer remain on the fringes of the galaxy, deciding without permission to abandon her mission and seek to aid the Republic in her home city of Coronet.
After a lengthy battle for the city center, Rall found herself at the ruins of the spaceport. Starships and debris lay all around and the sounds of artillery continued to blast in the distance. She had come here because of a rumor that a Dark Jedi had collaborated with the Imperial invasion and was staging his assault from this star port. That Dark Jedi would turn out to be her old master, Mikea Oswiri, a Child of the Emperor and betrayer of the Jedi. Master Oswiri confronted Rall and exchanged words, but talk was useless at this point. Only one of them ended up leaving the star port alive.
Returning to Tython, Rall felt like her world had crumbled. The master she had entrusted to teach her had become the very enemy she was trying to destroy. She no longer could help the Republic on Correllia, so she sought out the only people who could help her find peace, the Jedi Council. As her ship landed on Tython at the Jedi Academy, Council Member Master Syo Bakarn greeted her. He had been prepping his own ship for departure to join the fight on Correllia. Rall trustingly told him everything. She broke down begging for forgiveness for killing her old Master, and asked for his help.
Master Bakarn's face hardened quickly at the story. He looked around to make sure no one else had heard, then drew his lightsaber. Rall was shocked. She begged and pleaded for him to stop, but Master Bakarn instead called for assistance to subdue the "Dark Jedi" who had just slain her own Master. Rall's insistence on her own innocence was ignored. Because of the ongoing war, an emergency session of the Council was called in order to pass judgement on her quickly, and at Master Syo Bakarn's wish, she was to have her connection to the force sealed and exiled from the Jedi forever, her sentence to be carried out immediately.
Exile
Being separated from the force was almost enough to destroy Rall mentally, add to that the fact that she was thrown from the order and isolated completely. Repressing these intense emotions with the meditation training she had learned, she sought out to start a new life on Balmorra. With her past behind her, she blended well with the locals, doing odd jobs and strenuous labor that before she had always thought beneath her.
It was in the rubble of the occupied city of Sobrik that she managed to catch a thief trying to steal food from the worker's daily ration supplies. Taking pity on the Chiss teenager, she helped her and took care of the girl. This renewed purpose in life to take care of young Twili, the only name she went by, helped Rall find comfort and eased the burden she carried with her. for the first time since her exile she found a reason to continue on.
Her comfort wouldn't last long. The Governor of Balmorra, seeking to punish the populace for revolutionaries destroying one of the major bridges to the southeast of Sobrick, rounded up many of the locals, including Rall and sent them off to become a gift of fresh slaves for Dromund Kaas, to build statues to celebrate Sith victories. Rall again found herself alone, watching Twili separated from her and sent to the military training camps, while she was bound in chains and thrown in a cage.
It was here Rall reached her lowest point. The emotions that had welled up inside her were too much to carry anymore. She burst into tears crying out at the top of her lungs, and as she did, a new bond with a familiar power was created, but instead of through logic and reasoning, this new connection came from a welling of rage and despair. When the guards responded to the noise, they found the metal bars of her cage had been torn to pieces, and the other slaves in the room cowering in fear.
Her experience at the academy was no different than any other slave that was put through Sith training. Brutalized, beaten, and barely able to survive, she managed to make it purely on willpower. Rall's connection to the force was far weaker than it was before, but she found ways through necessity of using her bottled anger and hatred of those that betrayed her to make up for being weaker than the other applicants. While her abilities in the force were not that impressive, she made up for it with her years of combat experience. Because of her skill with a lightsaber, she was quickly snagged by a low level Lord from the academy, seeking to make a name for himself.
Lord Rathgar saw little potential in her other than as an enforcer. He refused to remove her slave collar, instead using it as a control to keep Rall in line, as well as other methods of torture that would leave her scarred permanently. Rall was forced to slaughter any and all who stood in the way of her Lord, each kill numbing her to the suffering of others. The training and peaceful nature of the time she spent under the Jedi was long gone, and her own will slowly crushed until there was almost nothing remaining of her original self outside of a deep down burning need for revenge.
Opportunity struck when Lord Rathgar stepped on the toes of Darth Baras during an operation on Nar Shadda. Rall found her Lord dead in his command center along with the controls to her collar. For the first time in years, she could taste freedom. Releasing herself from Sith control and finally believing herself to be free, Rall fled and stole her dead master's starship. She headed straight for Tython.
As her ship landed outside the Jedi temple, Rall used her abilities to conceal herself through the force to quietly infiltrate the temple in search of the one who had long banished her. The years had taken their toll on her mind, instead of calmness and clarity, she could only see that moment of betrayal of Bakarn and the Council turning her away. The images of her expulsion from the order playing over and over in her mind, and the face of her old Master telling her that the Jedi would all fall in time. Channeling that rage, she could feel her fists tightening and static electricity building in the air all around from her focused anger.
Deep inside the Jedi Temple she was confronted by several Jedi padawans. Their brashness and inexperience caused them to charge the "Sith" blindly. Rall closed her mind and her eyes giving in to the dark emotions that drove her, cutting them down as easily as she had countless others under Lord Rathgar's command. When she opened her eyes, before her stood Jedi Master Satele. Rall tried to attack, but was easily brought to her knees, her saber staff destroyed by the powerful Jedi.
Waiting for the final killing blow, Rall asked only why this had happened to her. Master Satele told her everything she could about the betrayal of the Council, and that the one she sought revenge on was already dead. Satele told her that her past could be forgiven, that it wasn't too late. Rall looked around at the dead padawans laying in front of her then looked at the broken saber in her hands and she knew it was too late now to ever return.
Using her training Rall vanished from the Jedi's sight, running blindly into the darkness and the wilds of Tython. Her eyes filled with tears, she didn't know where she was headed, only that she wanted to escape. Running from not only the gaze of the Jedi judging her past, or from her Sith oppressors, who had control of her future, but mostly she was running from her own confusion and shame over what she had become. Rall had let the Emperor win. The long battle of hunting down his agents embedded in the Jedi order had concluded with herself falling to replace his losses. The realization was crushing.
When she finally came to rest she found herself in a newly renovated Jedi tomb. Here Rall could feel surrounded by peace, death, and serenity. Lining the walls stood small monuments to fallen Jedi Masters who had perished in the recent war. While scanning the names Rall came across a familiar one. Master Mikea Oswiri Panteer... The peaceful feeling melted away, replaced by the rage that had festered inside her for so long, seeking revenge which was only amplified through Sith training. Rall tore the stone slab covering the sarcophagus and flung it across the room, the granite shattering from impact. Inside lay not the remains of her old master, but instead just his armor and saber staff. The armor still bore a hole through the right side of the chest just under the arm where her own weapon had penetrated for the killing blow.
Staring at the armor brought so many memories back that she had worked hard to forget. Pain from having to face him after spending her whole life looking up to Master Oswiri, anguish from being blamed for his death and cast out from the Jedi order, yet also happiness of times while young where she was learning the ways of the force, trying to become strong and always looking at the galaxy as a wonderful mysterious place. Her eyes, now reddened and dry could no longer cry, instead blinking quickly to clear her blurred vision. Rall stepped forward and took her Master's saber staff, activating it. The magenta and violet blade sprung to life with an all-to-familiar hum. Tossing her own tattered slave robes aside, she picked up her Master's old armor and put it on. A loose fit, but acceptable until she could make adjustments. She paused when her reflection shown back through the polished metal of a statue to another fallen Jedi hero. For the first time in years she felt comfortable, wearing something familiar to her, even if it originally belonged to one of her betrayers. She paused for a long time studying her reflection and looking at what she had become.
Fleeing Tython for the last time, Rall vowed to never return to the Jedi temple there. Her life was no longer with he Jedi, and her connection to the force no longer allowed her to remain calm and maintain her self control. She had become a weapon of the Sith, and because of this had no place in the Republic. Reaching out with her senses she tried her best to touch the minds of anyone who could help her. A friendly face, an ally of those in need, or more specifically, she tried to reach out to her father.
Rall landed on Taris at the Sith controlled outpost. While she wasn't sure what had brought her to this planet, she felt that she was being led by the force and had no choice but to find out what was drawing her this devastated world. Taris had once belonged to the Empire, it's vast towers and massive cities covered it's surface, but now only the overgrown ruins and populations of dangerous abominations remained. She had been here before, as both a Jedi Padawan searching for the Emperor's Children, and also as a Sith Apprentice, undoing all the good she had done for the Republic on the same planet.
When she stepped off her ship, she allowed the force to guide her direction, eventually ending up deep within an ancient reactor surrounded by rakghouls. The beasts were easy enough to avoid with her considerable skills at this point, but she still found herself cutting them down one after another in order to keep on cleansing the planet of these abominations. It was here that Rall discovered a small holocron recently exposed during a small cave-in.
The beginning
Captian Ralleo Santi dedicated himself to two things in life. Money was the first. No matter how tough the job or how insane the clients, if money was involved, he was there. The other thing he loved more than anything in the galaxy was women. Because of his galavanting around the galaxy in search of his two pleasures, he ended up with too many headaches and enemies. One of these former "lover turned enemies" decided that the result of their affair would be better off as his responsibility. An infant was smuggled aboard his ship before he departed for one of his usual semi-legitimate business opportunities with a note attached with only the words "You made it you keep it! Signed, SPACE OFF!"
Not really knowing what to do with a child, yet in a hurry and unable to find a way to get rid of the little girl, Captain Ralleo took her in reluctantly. Time flew by with each year passing the child grew and so did the Captain's affection for the little one. Her aptitude for helping to repair the ship grew to the point where at age three she could already repair complex electronic circuit boards. The dangers of a child using a soldering iron never dawned on Captain Ralleo, he was too proud of her.
On her fifth birthday the Captain decided that it was time to give her a proper name and stop just calling her "kid". Never being the greatest at thinking up original names he just decided to give her his own and took to calling her "lil' Rall". Because of her excitement Rall jumped happily and accidentally knocked over a glass lamp nearby. The sound of shattering glass frightened the little girl and she covered her face. The sudden outburst of emotion caused the glass shards to scatter all over the room.
Captain Ralleo now realizing that his daughter had a great gift, sought out an old friend and client from his days in the Smuggler's Alliance. Little Rall was brought before Jedi Master Mikea Oswiri Panteer. The older jedi was happy to take the child in and teach her how to control her awakening abilities. Rall at the time didn't know she was not to see her father again, but somewhere inside she could feel it and had already accepted her fate.
A Jedi Knight
At the age of twenty six, Rall had become a very competent Jedi Knight. Her Master had taught her many things, but she excelled at the art of subterfuge and deception through the force. Master Oswiri was very stern with her, pushing her to the limits and teaching her from his own vast knowledge of the force. It was some time after she passed her trials to become a full fledged Jedi Knight that she was approached by Jedi Master Satele Shan and asked to help with a very important mission. It seemed there were some in the order who had been corrupted and placed by the Emperor of the Sith to destroy the foundations of the Jedi from within. These "Emperor's Children" as they were called, were to be located and reported on so a specially trained Jedi Consular could purge them of their conditioning. Rall immediately set out to monitor and locate any person of interest to pass on her intelligence to the Council.
For two years Rall searched and exposed these traitors to the Republic. Her skills grew sharper and her connection to the force grew ever stronger. During this time the Empire became increasingly aggressive. When the war broke out on Correllia, her home planet, Rall could no longer remain on the fringes of the galaxy, deciding without permission to abandon her mission and seek to aid the Republic in her home city of Coronet.
After a lengthy battle for the city center, Rall found herself at the ruins of the spaceport. Starships and debris lay all around and the sounds of artillery continued to blast in the distance. She had come here because of a rumor that a Dark Jedi had collaborated with the Imperial invasion and was staging his assault from this star port. That Dark Jedi would turn out to be her old master, Mikea Oswiri, a Child of the Emperor and betrayer of the Jedi. Master Oswiri confronted Rall and exchanged words, but talk was useless at this point. Only one of them ended up leaving the star port alive.
Betrayal
Returning to Tython, Rall felt like her world had crumbled. The master she had entrusted to teach her had become the very enemy she was trying to destroy. She no longer could help the Republic on Correllia, so she sought out the only people who could help her find peace, the Jedi Council. As her ship landed on Tython at the Jedi Academy, Council Member Master Syo Bakarn greeted her. He had been prepping his own ship for departure to join the fight on Correllia. Rall trustingly told him everything. She broke down begging for forgiveness for killing her old Master, and asked for his help.
Master Bakarn's face hardened quickly at the story. He looked around to make sure no one else had heard, then drew his lightsaber. Rall was shocked. She begged and pleaded for him to stop, but Master Bakarn instead called for assistance to subdue the "Dark Jedi" who had just slain her own Master. Rall's insistence on her own innocence was ignored. Because of the ongoing war, an emergency session of the Council was called in order to pass judgement on her quickly, and at Master Syo Bakarn's wish, she was to have her connection to the force sealed and exiled from the Jedi forever, her sentence to be carried out immediately.
Exile
Being separated from the force was almost enough to destroy Rall mentally, add to that the fact that she was thrown from the order and isolated completely. Repressing these intense emotions with the meditation training she had learned, she sought out to start a new life on Balmorra. With her past behind her, she blended well with the locals, doing odd jobs and strenuous labor that before she had always thought beneath her.
It was in the rubble of the occupied city of Sobrik that she managed to catch a thief trying to steal food from the worker's daily ration supplies. Taking pity on the Chiss teenager, she helped her and took care of the girl. This renewed purpose in life to take care of young Twili, the only name she went by, helped Rall find comfort and eased the burden she carried with her. for the first time since her exile she found a reason to continue on.
Her comfort wouldn't last long. The Governor of Balmorra, seeking to punish the populace for revolutionaries destroying one of the major bridges to the southeast of Sobrick, rounded up many of the locals, including Rall and sent them off to become a gift of fresh slaves for Dromund Kaas, to build statues to celebrate Sith victories. Rall again found herself alone, watching Twili separated from her and sent to the military training camps, while she was bound in chains and thrown in a cage.
It was here Rall reached her lowest point. The emotions that had welled up inside her were too much to carry anymore. She burst into tears crying out at the top of her lungs, and as she did, a new bond with a familiar power was created, but instead of through logic and reasoning, this new connection came from a welling of rage and despair. When the guards responded to the noise, they found the metal bars of her cage had been torn to pieces, and the other slaves in the room cowering in fear.
The Academy
Her experience at the academy was no different than any other slave that was put through Sith training. Brutalized, beaten, and barely able to survive, she managed to make it purely on willpower. Rall's connection to the force was far weaker than it was before, but she found ways through necessity of using her bottled anger and hatred of those that betrayed her to make up for being weaker than the other applicants. While her abilities in the force were not that impressive, she made up for it with her years of combat experience. Because of her skill with a lightsaber, she was quickly snagged by a low level Lord from the academy, seeking to make a name for himself.
Lord Rathgar saw little potential in her other than as an enforcer. He refused to remove her slave collar, instead using it as a control to keep Rall in line, as well as other methods of torture that would leave her scarred permanently. Rall was forced to slaughter any and all who stood in the way of her Lord, each kill numbing her to the suffering of others. The training and peaceful nature of the time she spent under the Jedi was long gone, and her own will slowly crushed until there was almost nothing remaining of her original self outside of a deep down burning need for revenge.
Opportunity struck when Lord Rathgar stepped on the toes of Darth Baras during an operation on Nar Shadda. Rall found her Lord dead in his command center along with the controls to her collar. For the first time in years, she could taste freedom. Releasing herself from Sith control and finally believing herself to be free, Rall fled and stole her dead master's starship. She headed straight for Tython.
Revenge
As her ship landed outside the Jedi temple, Rall used her abilities to conceal herself through the force to quietly infiltrate the temple in search of the one who had long banished her. The years had taken their toll on her mind, instead of calmness and clarity, she could only see that moment of betrayal of Bakarn and the Council turning her away. The images of her expulsion from the order playing over and over in her mind, and the face of her old Master telling her that the Jedi would all fall in time. Channeling that rage, she could feel her fists tightening and static electricity building in the air all around from her focused anger.
Deep inside the Jedi Temple she was confronted by several Jedi padawans. Their brashness and inexperience caused them to charge the "Sith" blindly. Rall closed her mind and her eyes giving in to the dark emotions that drove her, cutting them down as easily as she had countless others under Lord Rathgar's command. When she opened her eyes, before her stood Jedi Master Satele. Rall tried to attack, but was easily brought to her knees, her saber staff destroyed by the powerful Jedi.
Waiting for the final killing blow, Rall asked only why this had happened to her. Master Satele told her everything she could about the betrayal of the Council, and that the one she sought revenge on was already dead. Satele told her that her past could be forgiven, that it wasn't too late. Rall looked around at the dead padawans laying in front of her then looked at the broken saber in her hands and she knew it was too late now to ever return.
Acceptance
Using her training Rall vanished from the Jedi's sight, running blindly into the darkness and the wilds of Tython. Her eyes filled with tears, she didn't know where she was headed, only that she wanted to escape. Running from not only the gaze of the Jedi judging her past, or from her Sith oppressors, who had control of her future, but mostly she was running from her own confusion and shame over what she had become. Rall had let the Emperor win. The long battle of hunting down his agents embedded in the Jedi order had concluded with herself falling to replace his losses. The realization was crushing.
When she finally came to rest she found herself in a newly renovated Jedi tomb. Here Rall could feel surrounded by peace, death, and serenity. Lining the walls stood small monuments to fallen Jedi Masters who had perished in the recent war. While scanning the names Rall came across a familiar one. Master Mikea Oswiri Panteer... The peaceful feeling melted away, replaced by the rage that had festered inside her for so long, seeking revenge which was only amplified through Sith training. Rall tore the stone slab covering the sarcophagus and flung it across the room, the granite shattering from impact. Inside lay not the remains of her old master, but instead just his armor and saber staff. The armor still bore a hole through the right side of the chest just under the arm where her own weapon had penetrated for the killing blow.
Staring at the armor brought so many memories back that she had worked hard to forget. Pain from having to face him after spending her whole life looking up to Master Oswiri, anguish from being blamed for his death and cast out from the Jedi order, yet also happiness of times while young where she was learning the ways of the force, trying to become strong and always looking at the galaxy as a wonderful mysterious place. Her eyes, now reddened and dry could no longer cry, instead blinking quickly to clear her blurred vision. Rall stepped forward and took her Master's saber staff, activating it. The magenta and violet blade sprung to life with an all-to-familiar hum. Tossing her own tattered slave robes aside, she picked up her Master's old armor and put it on. A loose fit, but acceptable until she could make adjustments. She paused when her reflection shown back through the polished metal of a statue to another fallen Jedi hero. For the first time in years she felt comfortable, wearing something familiar to her, even if it originally belonged to one of her betrayers. She paused for a long time studying her reflection and looking at what she had become.
Fleeing Tython for the last time, Rall vowed to never return to the Jedi temple there. Her life was no longer with he Jedi, and her connection to the force no longer allowed her to remain calm and maintain her self control. She had become a weapon of the Sith, and because of this had no place in the Republic. Reaching out with her senses she tried her best to touch the minds of anyone who could help her. A friendly face, an ally of those in need, or more specifically, she tried to reach out to her father.
Belonging
Rall landed on Taris at the Sith controlled outpost. While she wasn't sure what had brought her to this planet, she felt that she was being led by the force and had no choice but to find out what was drawing her this devastated world. Taris had once belonged to the Empire, it's vast towers and massive cities covered it's surface, but now only the overgrown ruins and populations of dangerous abominations remained. She had been here before, as both a Jedi Padawan searching for the Emperor's Children, and also as a Sith Apprentice, undoing all the good she had done for the Republic on the same planet.
When she stepped off her ship, she allowed the force to guide her direction, eventually ending up deep within an ancient reactor surrounded by rakghouls. The beasts were easy enough to avoid with her considerable skills at this point, but she still found herself cutting them down one after another in order to keep on cleansing the planet of these abominations. It was here that Rall discovered a small holocron recently exposed during a small cave-in.
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Re: Tallea Santi
by Rall Sat Mar 19, 2016 10:02 am
More reserved for history
Images for upcoming story
Images for upcoming story
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Re: Tallea Santi
by Rall Sat Mar 19, 2016 10:03 am
and SHOULD be the last one reserved for history 
A short sketch i did of all my Jung Ma characters
A short sketch i did of all my Jung Ma characters
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Re: Tallea Santi
by Rall Sat Mar 19, 2016 11:48 am
Ash-rino wrote:sat here reading it got a few lines into it, enjoying it. cant stop reading xD
Haha, thank you. I love the compliments
I will endeavor to continue the story when I am able and try to get it caught up to the current time.More images for the hell of it. Also because you were curious about drawings in heavy armor.
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