Category Archives: Games: MMORPG

Mica (SWTOR, Bounty Hunter)

What the game is really lacking – is the variety of eye colors. More specifically – violet!

Also, meet Mica – not the one out of first created, but suddenly my main swtor toon.

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Violet eyes would suit her soooo good, don’t you think?

 

 

And the one from the Republic side =)

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Kirkat Riddcat – damn, I like this name! It is so… feline xD

Katy is a smuggler and a cyborg (no story behind that… yet) – technically allied with Republic, but practically having the “I answer to no one” attitude.

Funny thing. It seems I am absolutely unable to make a “good” or “bad” character – both she and Rokra have a fairly equal amount of “Force” and “Dark Side” points and firmly stick to it. So, speaking in Mass Effect terms, I got myself another Paragade and Renegon xD

(Who’s obsessed with the combination of white hair and green eyes? I’m obsessed? Nahhh, can’t be!… >.> …. <.< …. *whistles innocently*)

Something-something-something… Dark Side (c)

Well, I guess it had to happen eventually… Guess who’s playing SWTOR? xD

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This is Rokra. She’s an Imperial Agent and a sniper. Yup, told ya, Dark Side – cause as we all know it has best cookies 😉  – and, as it turned out – a sniper class too. Or maybe I just haven’t found a Republic sniper class xD I can’t get over how good her facial tattoos look. And over the fact that she’s voiced by Jo Wyatt – so she’s talking in fem!Hawke’s voice and I can’t unsee sarcastic!Hawke facial expressions (not that I try, really)…

I made a goodie-goodie character too, well, kinda goodie – cause she’s a smuggler. I like her name a lot and she’s pretty fun to play for too – I”ll post her pic in a separate post.

A little bit on the posts down the line

Alastair and Circe are two young Imperials, awkward dorks whom we RP with an old friend of mine in ESO (alongside with Rin and Garzur, but that’s another story altogether). We’re in the middle of their storyline, far from its end, but it’s fun enough to tease my lazy plot bunnies into action and writing some bits down. I plan, but, honestly, don’t see myself writing a full-scale story about those two in any visible future, so there’s just it – small drabbles about them and their efforts to figure out mutual feelings and stuff.

Pickpocketing

“You’d never pickpocket me.” He smiled widely at Circe, pleasantly warm and his head buzzing slightly from the wine. “I’m always alert.”
Young woman’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you, really?”
Alastair snorted. “Of course! Besides you said it yourself, you’re not too good…”
“But I’m not that bad either!”
Alastair’s grin got even wider. “Ok, how about… I’ll take this septim and put it here…” – he carefully tucked the coin behind his belt. “Come on, try to get it from me!”
Circe’s eyes narrowed. “Are you challenging me?” She took a small step towards the man. “You?” She took another step, coming close. “Or are you just trying to piss me off?”
Alastair blinked, she looked really angry that moment – eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. Angry and… beautiful. He blinked again trying to clear his head and stand his ground. “Well, you wanted to prove you can make it after all, didn’t you?”
“Oh, you…” Circe’s finger was now poking him in the chest. “I! Do not! Have! To prove! You! Anything!” Abruptly she took a step away and turned his back to him, and Alastair suddenly noticed her shoulders were shaking.
He felt like a bucket of ice-cold water washed over him. He didn’t just make her angry, he… made her cry? “Circe, I… (am the worst, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Please forgive me!)”
The young woman took a deep breath and turned to him. There wasn’t a trace of tears on her face and her eyes were shining with mirth – on the palm of her hand was lying a septim coin.
Alastair’s jaw dropped and his hand shot to his belt. There was no mistake, a coin on Circe’s palm was the one he challenged her to take from him.
“How did you…? When did you…?”
Circe stopped close to him again, took his hand and gently pressed the coin into it.
“Seems like I’m not that bad after all, aren’t I?”