wellkepteden

[wellkepteden]

sehriin‌:

— EDIBLE GLITTER ( Eden/Sehrin | Cheevo the Hutt’s Floating Pleasure Palace | 3954 )

               content warning | substance abuse, drug mention, NSFW mention

The rich and the villainous — oh, Sehrin loved it when those two words were put together and even more when they have the means to back it up. There was a rather hot shipment of — well, one could say illegal substances but then one wouldn’t be having fun. They were simply — hard to come by. Unless, that is, you were an operative of the Exchange who knew how to influence a room full of potential buyers. Which is to say, unless you were Sehrin. 

               And there is only one. ( A fact the galaxy should be grateful for. )

The room revolved around him — which is how he liked it. He sat in some stranger’s lap, a human with his hand moving up against Sehrin’s thigh like a thief trying to nab something unnoticed. An Ongree sat hunched over the bar next to him, pupils dilated and blown. Sehrin would tap his fingers very lightly every now and against his large hand as a reminder that of course he wouldn’t forget him. A Qiraash woman sat on the other side of the human, leaning against him and pressing forward to Sehrin and every now and then he would glance up at her and meet her eyes. There was a sudden flush as he predicted and she giggled. He felt the rise of emotions, desire and joy and anticipation all at once and he winked at her. 

He had already done business. The Ongree would buy four cases of kyrotin for his boss — a local crime lord looking to edge his way into the trade and the human — goodness, Sehrin was so bad at remembering names of people he didn’t care about — Avlan? Horace? Lin? — would take another four. There was another human who had stepped away to see what all they could muster up in order to satisfy Sehrin’s cost. Exchange grade kyrotin was about as good as one could get and that was just the run-of-the-mill stuff. He hadn’t even gotten to the Spice yet. 

The only thing was … none of them would be able to afford anything else. Local crime wasn’t his target. And more importantly, he was getting bored. Sehrin was all for mixing business and pleasure but he had only just gotten here — the party didn’t have to stop at the first person who takes their pants off. And that was when he spotted her. 

              Eden — his little goddess of mischief. 

              “Excuse me, my darlings. I have to go talk to a man about business.”                “So soon? Let me buy you another—” 

Sehrin pushed hard against contentment in the human — Barnaby? Hasi — no, he was Hasi — hard enough to watch his eyes glaze over and his head begin to droop. He tilted towards the bar and Sehrin grabbed his chin and kissed him. He made a noise and Sehrin let him drop hard against the bar as he hopped up. There were protests but Sehrin simply blew a kiss and ignored them. They would be content enough to nurse their drinks in a bumbling kind of fog until the feelings faded. 

“Darling! It’s been—” He stepped up, took one look at the Twi’lek and his hands and everything snapped into place. She was working — Oh, how wonderful! He stepped forward and put his knee on the couch next to the Twi’lek — he smiled something sweet and pushed lightly against that relaxing emotion. Just enough to watch pupils widen, fingers loosen, and mouth go slack. Marks were such fools, it was delicious. His hand against his chin and Sehrin tilted the Twi’lek’s head up to look at him. “Oh, don’t be rude now. Introduce me to your lovely friend.” 

              Oh, things were never boring when Eden was around. 

“Oh, no!” Eden had to pitch her voice up to be heard over the music, so she leaned in closer to the man’s ear, giggles spreading through her chest, “No, I don’t think my father would be happy to know where I am. Are you going to tell on me?” She was a little bit old to be playing this gambit, but in the haze of the room the Twi’lek was lost in her doe eyes and seemed none the wiser. A litany of information flooded the edges of her gaze, tracking everything from his body temperature to what hormones could be picked up on the air-- her HUD let her know about Sehrin’s presence just before his voice did. 

She almost broke character. 

“Oh!” Act aside, her gasp was nothing short of genuinely delighted by the presence of her pink friend. This was perfect, Eden couldn’t think of anyone that would be a greater boon on this job. Serration’s taste for the soft and the beautiful meant that Sehrin was bound to be a winner, even without his other abilities. 

“It’s so good to see you, dear, I didn’t know you were in this Sector!” There was an Alderaanian lilt to her speech this time, “This is Serration, and he was just about to show me why a girl like me shouldn’t wander so far from home. Isn’t he handsome?” As she spoke she snuggled a little further into her mark’s grip, watching the Twi’lek’s eyes glaze over under Sehrin’s attention. It was always a magical experience. 

“And, Serration, this is one of my best friends in the galaxy, you’ll love him,” She continued after a bit, lightly dragging her nails up the back of the mark’s neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice that she hadn’t filled in a name, “Actually, it’s getting a bit loud out here for introductions, don’t you think?” While she spoke, she reached out with a foot to brush against the back of Sehrin’s calf-- it wasn’t the hug she would usually leap to her feet to deliver, but it was affection nonetheless. 

The Twi’lek was looking more suggestible by the moment. The hand he’d had at her waist was slowly drifting down her hip, distracted and distracting. 

Eden had spent most of the night setting herself up to be invited back to his personal rooms, and hoped that Sehrin would pick up on the goal easily enough. It was a fairly common one, in a place like this, and she and Sehrin had always had great success communicating through glances. 

#feel free to voice/control serration i figured he'd be a shared npc sjdfkls #i also cannot for the life of me remember why i chose that name #other than the mental image of eden's face trying to pretend she didn't think it was stupid LMAO #siderealsehrin #sehriin #cheevo pleasure palace #edible glitter #cal #3954

[wellkepteden]

All her grace was in her vagueness. Her voice was soft, her manner languid, her features blurred and dreamy;

Donna Tartt, from The Little Friend (via luthienne)

#musing #words

[wellkepteden]

iojhcor‌:

「 RUNNING ON EMPTY.   location | outer rim territories. spadja sector. tandankin.

The unexpected touch made every nerve in Io’s arm ignite white hot — pain flared beneath his skin, muscles clenching, his hand curled into a tight claw. Sharp needles pressing into his skin — that dark oppressive cloud that made everything hard to breathe — a dark pulse beat, a siren’s song. He winced loudly, drawing in a sharp breath before he could register what was happening. Without anything to stop it, panic flooded in. Fear was a cold jolt down his spine and he reached out blindly for  — ( “—and may it bring you back.” ) 

               Only there was nothing there.                There hadn’t been for quite some time. 

The words are blurry, noises through cotton, Io doesn’t hear them. He just hears the beat of his heart in his ears, the Force thrumming through him like a weapon. That’s what he needed. He pushed into the grip, against whoever held him to knock them off balance but whatever held him let go and he met air and then the ground rushed up to meet him. Breathe, Io — a distance voice, thin and distance with time. Calm yourself. Your pain hurts only you. The pain in his arm began to fade — it was only a ghost, only a memory. 

           Clear your mind  /   one would think.  /   Then stop thinking and do. 

He breathed, he centered, the Force snapped everything into crystal clarity. He sees a face he does not recognize, one with no association to the Sith or the Empire or himself. The crowd around them has given them a wide berth and he suddenly felt every steady heartbeat and the eyes that watched him. A growl in his throat, he got to his feet and — A miracle? 

“And what makes you believe I am in need of a miracle? Especially one from the likes of you?” 

              “Oh!” 

Before she realized what was happening, Eden was dodging backwards, old training taking over before her brain caught up with her. It was over in an instant. 

Her knees hit the ground hard, and they would bruise, but that was unimportant because clearly this person needed more help than she’d thought. First instincts weren’t always best instincts, however, and indecision froze Eden’s helping hands. After the way he’d reacted upon being touched the last time... She couldn’t make herself touch him again, even to offer help up. Instead, her hands fluttered uselessly in the air until he got up on his own. 

“I offer my deepest apologies,” Eden remained on the ground, “For touching you without consent, and for startling you.” Afraid of pushing her luck, she kept her hand to her chest and her head tilted down for another beat before slowly glancing upwards. 

              Still, he glowed. 

“And I hope this won’t offend you, but you don’t seem to be in a particularly healthy state,” Slowly, carefully, Eden got to her feet as though trying not to pose a threat to a frightened animal, and gave him a careful berth once standing again. Up close, upon further inspection, she could see more details of his singed clothing, and how poorly it fit. Probably stolen. The style spoke of Imperial origins. An escapee? Or someone trying to get in? Regardless-- he looked like the kind of person in need of an escape route, and maybe a safe place to recover. 

“This may not be the best place to discuss such things,” She glanced around at the people watching them, though some had already grown bored and were beginning to press in once more, eager to continue their shopping-- Eden lowered her voice, “But I do have a personal ship and medical supplies, which could be at your disposal, if you would be inclined towards classifying such things as miraculous.” 

For a moment, her careful demeanor broke and a teasing smile bubbled to the surface. 

              “I’m also very curious to find out what you mean by ‘the likes of me’.”  

#siderealio #iojhcor #running on empty #3954 #tandankin #cal #she feels so bad jsdkfls LOL

[wellkepteden]

✧ FINN!!!!! (((:

Send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @finnsmayhem

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me (when u endanger urself). ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would (try to) lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

#finnsmayhem #eden: aggressively adopts finn's whole family #'mine now' #listen........ she just loves him so much ok #and i love them so much #and i'm dying #bffwbs for Life #ghost #answers

[wellkepteden]

[ sehrin ] ✧

Send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse. — @sehriin

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would (try to) lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

#sehriin #LISTEN I LOVE THEM #'you inspire me' to do what eden #'to commit Crimes' #Wholesome Friends(tm) #cal #answers #before anyone @s me eden can have multiple best friends....... #eden friendly banter voice: My Hero !!!!

[wellkepteden]

iojhcor‌:

 「 RUNNING ON EMPTY.     location | outer rim territories. spadja sector. tandankin.    status | claimed by eden kept 

—  ●        A presence rippled through the air and Io went cold. The crowd was a lazy thing, shuffling folk in shades of brown that wandered from one neon blazing sign to the next. He pressed closer against it, head down and mimicking movements to simply disappear.  Io did not know much about this planet — a slow urban sprawl that faded into mountains. The ship had it pre-programmed into its systems and Io didn’t have time to change it before the engines shot and the autopilot refused to shut down. The controls frozen and with no means — or time — to do anything, he had to jump before it crashed into the side of a mountain. A glance over his shoulder, he could still see the smudge of smoke that stained the clouds overhead.

              That was fine. At this point, Io had very little say in the matter. 

He pulled the hood of his cloak down, turning his attention to stalls with their rusted and gleaming wares, clenching his hand into a fist to keep it from shaking. There was a heavy groan about this place, a slow crunch of metal against stone. It made Io uneasy. A shopkeeper, an aged Kubaz shriveled up on her seat, uttered something in broken basic but Io was not listening. At least, not to her. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to match what he felt to what he knew. Only — it was gone. That was not reassuring. He was losing his mind. 

“Buy something — or go,” the Kubaz snapped, waving her hand at him. Io gave a shallow, stiff bow and stepped away, waiting for the slow crowd to swallow him up. He reached into the pocket of the stolen uniform, dirty and singed from the heat of the crash, and held tightly to the roughly carved wooden cube. The jailor had once mentioned it was lucky & Io needed all the help he could get. Well, no. What he needed was to find a way off planet — he knew the Axis ran nearby but vital trade routes are primed with check points and this close to Sith space, Io didn’t know enough to blindly risk it. He needed a ship and — the Force be with him, he needed actual help. 

             Although these days, he seemed to be running short on miracles. 

Eden’s relationship with the Force was a tenuous thing. At times, she forgot it existed at all, preferring to bury herself in what she identified as ‘the real world’, and ignore any knowledge that she couldn’t identify the origin of. Though, there were other times... A gut feeling had saved her life more than once over the years. And then there were those other other times. She could count them on one hand, the times that her gut feelings had become utterly overwhelming. Like a compulsion from somewhere deeper than her mind, it was impossible not to follow, and this time it pulled at her like a magnet. Land the ship, land the ship, land it. 

              She obeyed. 

The Spadja Sector wasn’t an area of space she frequented, too close to Imperial space by far, but she’d been making an allowance for a special contact. Lianna, at the center of so many trade routes, was the most convenient place Eden could talk them into. 

None of this explained why she was landing on Tandankin on her way back. It was, as far as she could tell, out of her way and of no interest. Yet, still, she landed and she disembarked, leaving her ship in a guarded space port. Something was out there... Something was tugging at her. No... It wasn’t there, yet. Eden would have to wait. 

Two days later, something in the air shifted. As if possessed, she left the room she had rented and followed the feeling of it out into the city, to the markets. Whatever she was supposed to find, it was here. In the crush of the crowd-- a soul glowed. Eden danced her way through the overwhelming press of people, standing out in a gauzy dress ill suited for the environment, and just as her hand closed around a stranger’s arm the feeling left her. This cloaked figure, scruffy and singed and worn down-- she had found who she was looking for. 

              “Excuse me, are you in need of a miracle?” 

#listen okay #i know i said i wouldn't #u know i said i wouldn't #and yet here i am #w the self control of a two year old #ALSO I KNO I ALREADY THREW EDEN AT U ONCE #BUT I COULDN'T GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD #love me #iojhcor #cal #running on empty #3954 #tandankin #also special attention for eden sounding like a snake oil salesman here LMAO #siderealio

[wellkepteden]

— EDIBLE GLITTER ( Eden/Sehrin | Cheevo the Hutt’s Floating Pleasure Palace | 3954 )

@sehriin​ ( content warning: substance abuse, nsfw mentions ) 

In the middle of Hutt space, not far from Nal Hutta, there floats a space station bedecked in a million lights. Spinning, ever projecting neon advertisements and party music onto the com waves of any vessels that float too near, it acts as a hub for the rich and villainous. Taking cues from any number of city planets and pleasure hubs, Cheevo the Hutt’s Floating Pleasure Palace is known far and wide as the place to go if you have too much money to burn and too little sense to look for adventure elsewhere. 

The top three floors, the largest by far, are dedicated to eternal parties. Pools filled with various neon-colored liquids, a wide selection of open bars, a perpetual haze of sweet smelling smoke and perfume, and large domed windows through which to view the endless expanse of space. The few floors below that are where guests go to retire, large decadent rooms decked out with plush beds, private hot tubs, and more mirrors than you can count. And, below that, are the floors where guests aren’t allowed. It’s rumored that these decks are dedicated to shady dealings and Hutt business, but the truth is that no one knows whether that’s the truth or if they’re just dedicated to the kitchens and service rooms. 

It’s a veritable playground for Eden, a thousand inebriated guests with pockets full to bursting and rooms containing more valuables than even she could hope to fathom. But, this time, she has her eyes on a very specific prize. 

Cheevo’s right hand man, an unfortunately slimy Twi’lek simply called Serration, and with the artificially pointed teeth to live up to the name, has the master keys to the whole station. It’s a miracle that he’s allowed any breaks at all, but over the last week or two Eden has gotten a very good sense of his schedule. And a very good sense of his type. 

It’s not always a pleasant job, playing the innocent and inebriated and draping herself across a creep’s lap, but it will be so worth it for the prize this time. 

#sehriin #I'M HYPE #3 #4 #5 #cheevo pleasure palace #cal #edible glitter #3954 #siderealsehrin

[wellkepteden]

Prompt 01: Questionnaire

(content warning for: suicide mention and uhhh brain washing? kind of? idk how to warn for that, and some mild like.... referenced medical gore idk)

01. Tell us about your character’s name. Was it given to them or chosen? Does it hold any special meaning? If your character has aliases or nicknames, how did they get them and what do they mean?

“What do you want to be called?”

“I don’t understand the question, sir.” 

“Well, I can’t just keep calling you Sixteen.” 

“Technically my full designation is PM-16-21A.” 

“That’s not a name, you need a name, kid. What do you want to be called?” 

The Keeper wasn’t really a man that cared for names, so he never bothered naming his charge either. It wasn’t until Eden reached the cybernetics expert, Sargo Hemmel, that she received a name. It was a long discussion, but ultimately she begged off deciding on a personal name for long enough that he gave up and named her after a dancer he’d known in his youth. 

As for surname, Eden had a stronger opinion. It’s really just a pun on the fact that she was partially raised by the Keeper. She thinks she was very well kept. Hemmel tried to convince her to pick a more common name, but she does have her stubborn moments. 

02. What is your character’s relationship to their homeworld? Do they hold fond memories of it, or do they hate it? Are they still here, and if not, do they miss it?

Eden didn’t get to see the outside very much while she was on Dromund Kaas. She remembers frequently listening to the rain, but even before she was stolen she was kept carefully away from public view. Now, it’s just a place that’s too dangerous to ever return to. A wistful dream that was never really a reality. 

03. Describe your character’s relationship with those who raised them. Was it positive? Negative? Neutral? What sorts of ideologies were they raised with, and do they still stand by them now?

Even without the extra mental programming, Eden is a pretty naturally friendly person. She got along well with the scientists that watched over her in her first few years, and she absolutely adored the Keeper no matter how hard he could be to read and reach. Even though she was almost an adult by the time she reached him, she always considered Hemmel to be just as much of a parental figure, too. Luckily, she’s allowed to keep in contact with him even if the others are now far out of reach. 

Growing up, the message was hammered into her that she should never trust anyone and that the world was a harsh place where you could never relax your guard. It never really took. Somehow, Eden remains a font of optimism almost no matter what happens. Just about everyone that helped raise her is convinced it’s going to get her killed someday (if they don’t think it already has). 

04. What is your character’s relationship with the Force? Is your character Force-sensitive? Whether or not they are, do they believe in it? Do they lean more towards the dark or the light or are they somewhere in between?

Eden is force sensitive!! Not extremely, but enough that had circumstances been different she probably would have been picked up by either of the large force sensitive organizations. Hilariously, though, despite her own sensitivity to it she’s still not completely convinced it actually exists. She has a hard time with things that she can’t quantify in a way she’s comfortable with, and the implications of the force’s existence and so on make her Very uncomfortable so she tries not to think about it. 

For the most part she only really uses it to convince people to help her, or to grab things that are out of reach. She doesn’t do much fighting, and was never really trained, so that’s about the extent of her abilities. 

If she was trained more, though, she would definitely lean towards the light side. Not necessarily because of any inherent goodness, but because she’s not near as in touch with her more unpleasant emotions as she would need to be to harness the dark. 

05. What three word would you use to describe your character? What three words would your character use to describe themself? What three words would someone close to them use?

me: bubbly, absent, brittle 

eden: tall, pale, blonde 

hemmel: never shuts up

06. Describe your character’s aesthetic. Do they tend towards fashion or function? Do they like to accessorize? How does this extend into their own personal spaces, such as their home or their workspace?

Eden tends towards whatever is going to help her complete her current job. That pretty much always comes first. Outside of that, though, she does very much like dressing up in things that make her feel good, and will often spend paychecks on nicer clothing. Textures tend to be more important to her than looks, but feeling like she looks good is important too. 

Since others are rarely welcome on her ship it’s become one big cozy nest though, honestly. She likes to keep trophies and anything, really, that catches her eye. It’s important to her that she gets to do Whatever she wants with her space, after having grown up without a real space to call her own. 

07. What are your character’s vices? Guilty pleasures? Bad habits? Weak spots?

A love for all things luxurious has followed Eden since her first time inside a rich person’s living space. Not that she ever wants to go as wild as so many of them do, but she does have a serious weak spot for the finer things in life. One of the quickest ways to her heart is well crafted gifts, whether they’re food or clothes or something else. 

Outside of that, she has a particular fondness for cybernetic modification and loves to be filled with the latest tech. (in more ways than one ;D o god what did i just say) 

Also there is her habit of sleeping with... Just..... A Lot of the people she works with. And the people she doesn’t work with. She doesn’t consider any of that a bad habit, though, so I’m not sure it belongs in this section. 

08. Tell us about your character’s relationship with food. What are their favorites? Do they enjoy cooking? Are they adventurous? Will they eat absolutely anything or are they hard to please?

Growing up, food was for nourishment exclusively. So, of course, now that she’s on her own she’s abandoned that philosophy completely. Good food, it turns out, is delicious and makes her feel good and Eden is happy to indulge whenever she can. That being said, she doesn’t have all that much experience cooking because she would much rather let others do it for her, BUT she has helped others out a good few times and she loves working in tandem with people in the kitchen. 

Also, she’s unlikely to try something new unless someone has specifically recommended it. Getting her to eat something she dislikes is very difficult, and she would much rather avoid doing it to herself. 

09. How does your character feel about engaging in relationships—romantic and / or sexual—with others? What is their history like? Do they fall in love easily? Are they constantly in and out of relationships?

Eden loves easily and lightly, and her attitudes about romance and sex are basically identical. Both are very fun! She loves people, and she loves affection, and for her sex is not much more serious than dancing (though she’s never pushy about it, either). Commitment is never on the table, though. From the start of any given encounter, it’s very clearly stated that Eden is probably going to be moving on in days or weeks, off to the next planet and the next job. 

She does have a few off and on partners that she falls into familiar patterns with when they occupy the same space, but even those fall much more into a friends with benefits area than anything more serious. If asked, Eden will say very dismissively that she’s loved many times, and it’s true that she comes to love and adore people very easily, but she’s never related to the poems and songs about romance. She’s never really missed someone when they were away from her, or had her heart ache for them. Frankly, she thinks it sounds unpleasant. 

10. What is your character’s pain tolerance like? Can they hold their own in a fight, despite injury? If someone hurts them with the aim of gaining information, how much can they take before they cave?

Don’t hurt Eden !! She hates it and will do anything in her power to avoid it. She’s not even particularly into spanking in the bedroom. 

Poor Hemmel has to like fully knock her out every time she comes in for an upgrade, too, cause she’s very.... Reactive. Horrible at staying still. 

That said, lying and disobeying direct orders already literally physically hurt her so someone wouldn’t need to torture her much to get information out of her. Although, on the other hand, she’s also physically incapable of sharing certain information. Regardless, in the event of an emergency she has several kill switches set up that she can activate to remove herself as a liability if it becomes clear that she’s not going to escape. 

11. What is your character’s weapon of choice? Are they more skilled as a melee fighter or do they have more skill with ranged weapons? What’s their fighting style like? What sort of training do they have behind them?

No weapons!! If Eden is in a fight then she’s already failed, no weapons! She keeps a knife on her but it’s a utility tool not for fighting. The Keeper and Hemmel both tried to teach her to fight so she has Some training in blaster handling and etc, but she mostly refuses to even entertain the idea. If there’s any chance of avoiding a fight she’ll take it, every time. 

12. Does your character have any words or catchphrases that they say frequently? Tell us about how they picked them up.

When on autopilot she tends towards Very Polite, so between that and her time spent with Hemmel I’m sure she has a number of stock phrases. I just don’t know what they are yet, so I’ll get back to you on that. 

Outside of that, though, she does have kind of a particular way of speaking about her. Often, when speaking to someone she'll have an air about her like she’s sharing a very special secret with them, or a joke that no one else gets to be on. A hushed, amused tone comes to her most naturally. 

EDIT: i forgot sometimes in the middle of a conversation she’ll get a strong urge to drop in a “For the good of the Empire” but usually she manages to resist...... it’s just muscle memory honestly

13. Tell us about a negative experience your character has had with either the Jedi or the Sith, and how this has affected their standing. Whether currently aligned or unaligned with either faction, if forced to choose, how would they side?

Eden was raised on horror stories about the Sith-- though he worked with them, in his private moments the Keeper was not very fond. Perhaps because he worked alongside so many. However, out in her daily life Eden hasn’t had the opportunity to meet all that many Sith or Jedi individuals, and so remains largely neutral on the subject.��

That being said... You can’t miss the destruction that a Sith leaves behind, and that is something she’s witnessed on any number of occasions. So, between the Sith and their horror, and the Jedi who she views as similar to any other authority figure, if forced to choose she would lean towards the Jedi. At least, as far as she knows, they kill people less. 

14. How would your character react to seeing a relative or friend on the opposing side of a battle or mission?

If a friend is on the opposite end of a mission, then either Eden is currently working a con with them, or she has royally screwed up. Regardless, it’s not as though she’s going to be any more willing to fight them than she is anyone else. 

15. Describe a memory that your character finds embarrassing.

Shame doesn’t actually come all that easily to Eden-- she’s not self conscious about many things. However, there were a couple of moments in which she deeply regretted not doing more research ahead of time. Though he taught her many things, there were ways in which the Keeper neglected her education, and Hemmel didn’t necessarily know that she had those gaps. 

What I’m saying is she had Absolutely no idea what she was doing the first time she had sex and was very much trying to learn on the fly, which is a terrible idea and resulted in a very embarrassed and giggly end to the evening. 

16. What goals does your character hold for themself and what steps have they taken towards achieving them? How far are they willing to go to reach them? What is their be-all and end-all?

Though she would say that survival and fun are her only goals, Eden is also fervently searching for a way to undo what the Empire did to her head. Cybernetics have proved unhelpful in that area, and it’s difficult to find any experts that don’t have pre-existing Imperial connections. At the moment, her search has stalled and she’s trying very hard not to think about it, but she would do almost anything to de-program herself, barring hurting someone she cared about. 

17. What is the one thing your character would change about their life if they were given the chance? What other lives could they have lived as a result?

Honestly, Eden doesn’t much regret the way she was born or the way she was raised, at least not in any way that she would admit to herself. But she does sometimes dream of a universe in which her head and her actions were entirely her own. 

18. Living in such a high-conflict time, how does your character feel about doing what they must to survive? Will they hurt or kill others—either directly or indirectly—to protect themself and / or those close to them? If so, do they regret it when all is said and done?

This is an area in which Eden is Highly Conflicted! Honestly, fighting is a very bottom of the list Last Resort for her, and in 99.9% of situations she’s convinced that there are alternatives and that she’ll find them. Usually, she’s right. A good stealth field can solve a lot of problems. 

19. What is the biggest problem your character is currently dealing with?

Well! Her head isn’t entirely her own! But that’s more of an ongoing issue. Right now she’s low key wrestling with the morality of continuing to stay aggressively neutral as the galactic fighting seems to be only getting worse instead of better. This may be something she solves by going Robin Hood sometime in the near future, but that’s still hugely up for debate. 

20. Give us 3+ headcanons of any length or subject matter.

1. Programming: As referenced multiple times in the questions above, before she was stolen away the Imperials did manage to fuck around with Eden’s brain a fair amount. It’s mildly experimental tech, but so far largely successful. Unfortunately, they didn’t finish in Eden’s case which actually leaves her in considerably more danger than she would be otherwise. To avoid doing damage (psychological or physical), they were moving slowly with the Watcher kids, implementing broad ideas at first and then refining them once they had really settled in. 

Eden never got to the refining stage, so she’s left with broad strokes programming like “no lying, no hurting others, no disobeying a direct order, no sharing government secrets”. Had she managed to keep going for another few years, these things would’ve been refined in scope to things like “no lying to a superior officer, no hurting others unless threatened,” and so on. But, it is what it is. 

Violating any of these rules, as it is, leaves her with a blinding headache that is very rarely worth it. Luckily, her Keeper was careful to teach her ways of talking and thinking around some of the programming, as like many things of this nature it can be finicky and there are loopholes to be found. 

2. Seams: Eden has very many scars, all of them thin and almost invisible, which she affectionately refers to as her ‘seams’. They’re almost exclusively surgery related, long thin lines down her torso and along her limbs where skin was peeled back to allow for cybernetic enhancements. They’re faint enough that it’s uncommon for anyone to notice them unless they’re in bed together, as her doctor does very subtle work. 

3. Enhancements: Speaking of the reasons for the seams, though-- having partially grown up with Hemmel, Eden is fully stocked up on high tech enhancements. There’s very little of her body that remains completely untouched, and she does have a fondness for experimental tech which has led to mild short outs in the past. Every few months she returns to Hemmel for a check up and maybe an upgrade, so her list of capabilities is ever-changing. 

Some of the things that she’s had for a very long time and will probably always keep, however, include: False eyes to allow for enhanced vision and a useful HUD, several stealth systems that range from masking body heat and vital signs to cloaking her entirely, enhanced hearing and sensors in her fingertips that allow her to collect very specific information, and a few types of ‘kill switches’ as she calls them that can either knock her out or kill her completely should the situation call for it (none of these are able to be activated by anyone but her and maybe Hemmel). None of her tech is dangerous to anyone but herself. 

bonus. Give us a list of any length telling us why our “fave is problematic.”

i’m not convinced that she is !! 

sure she steals a lot but is that really that bad? 

maybe she’s accidentally broken a few hearts but that’s not rly her fault is it?

so what if she has just decided she’s friends with a good number of people without asking for their input??

who cares if her ship is a mess and she might not be able to fight to protect the ones she loves!! 

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“The body is made. / The voice is remade.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, ‘Approximations, Buenos Aires, 1956-1958′

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[wellkepteden]

Elizabeth Debicki (as Mina Jensen) Gugu Mbatha-Raw (as Ava Hamilton) Excerpts from the sci-fi horror, THE CLOVERFIELD PARADOX (2018)

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