Kingsnake
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
4.08 m
Wingspan
3.93 m
Weight
595.18 kg
Genetics
Sand
Python
Python
Sand
Seraph
Seraph
Ivory
Contour
Contour
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
K i n g s n a k e
Coding by Skua. Graphics found here & here
"Vulture," he sobs, hunched over, cradling himself from where he sits on his years-old mattress. It's directly on the floor, and has holes and dirt all over it, but it's all he can afford on empire salary. "Vulture, I killed a little girl. I killed so many little girls, Vulture."
Vulture's face had fallen as soon as he entered the room. He still looks crestfallen, remaining in the doorframe.
Vulture looks to him, eyes sharp and curious. "Did you know her?" he asks, voice whispery. Both because his vocal chords are damaged, and because you are not allowed to talk about frivolous things while on watch. Below their post, someone gets into an argument with a market stand owner over shawl prices. The hologram of successfully hunted Jedi continues glitching below them, names of dead or repurposed knights scrolling down on a scheduled, looping run. A grim warning. Kingsnake made the mistake of reacting, no matter how minutely, how subtly, to his old General's Padawan's holopic as it appeared. Kingsnake pretends like he isn't caught off guard by Vulture's inquiry; the man can pick up on anything. "Personal." Kingsnake grunts. A denial, a rejection, an I'm not speaking on that. Vulture knows him too well at this point, so he rasps back, "Interesting. I didn't think they'd make you do that." A pause. Vulture keeps watching him, not unlike his namesake. Sand laps at and washes over their armored boots as the desert breeze briefly picks up. "Well," Kingsnake hisses through his teeth, eyes still trained on marketgoers, "they did." It's one question, one comment, and Kingsnake already feels picked raw. Vulture tosses his head slightly, as he does every few minutes, shaking his short dark-wheat hair. It's a movement like a dog and a horse combined. Vulture then sighs sharply through his nose, though not out of annoyance; Vulture never seems annoyed with Kingsnake. "Touchy subject, then. Well, for what it's worth, I didn't much mind the Jedi back then either." Vulture readjusts his Empire-issued gun to a more comfortable position in his arms, absentmindedly staring out across the sea of people below them. Kingsnake tries to bleach the image of the little girl he served alongside dead on her apartment floor from his mind. It goes like this: in the end, it's all his fault. > Kingsnake is a repurposed Clone Trooper who was formerly a Commander. > He is stationed as a watchguard by the Empire, also called a Watchdog or Hound by locals, at a large market on Florrum, which is basically an outlaw hideout planet. > He was basically forced to kill his old Jedi General Manjji (25-30s) and later on their Padawan who he also served with, Nemada, who is the unnamed "little girl" (she was about 16-17 when he killed her, but still). --> Order 66 was when a Sith activated (basically) mind control in the clones and made them kill the Jedi (the people they'd served in the military under during the Clone Wars for 3 years). ---> Kingsnake doesn't know about the chips the same was Cody doesn't. He thinks it's his fault. He thinks he chose to kill them. > He gaslights himself a lot to try and rationalize his existence and cope with his survivor's guilt and the suffocating guilt over killing people he once served and loved like family. > He's kind of mean, but he doesn't necessarily mean to be. > Picks/pulls a bit at his lower lip (as well as chewing on it) as a nervous thing, but it doesn't hurt. |
Coding by Skua. Graphics found here & here
Redkapp421 wrote:
He lives up to his namesake, Kingsnake, taking on and winning in battles he is disadvantaged in.
Like his namesake, he seeks out danger with violence in tow just as kingsnakes hunt rattlesnakes. He takes no honor in his work, no pride, there is no ego involved in his hunt.
Kingsnake hunts those more dangerous than him because it is what he was designed to do, and it is his obligation to. He is there to be a talon for those who cannot raise their own against danger and those that wish them harm. He is gruff and very much rough around the edges.
Many others see him as hard to get along with because of the heavy air that follows him. This isnt always true though, maybe its because they are unable to detect the lingering sadness that surrounds him, or maybe its just how they are, but hatchlings look at him with stars in their eyes. They see something others dont, not even Kingsnake himself.
Hatchlings treat him sweetly, darting between his legs as he patrols, wedging themselves under his wings as he sits with clanmates. They tell him stories they make up and beg him to play with them. He wont admit it, but Kingsnake has a soft spot for them.
Like his namesake, he seeks out danger with violence in tow just as kingsnakes hunt rattlesnakes. He takes no honor in his work, no pride, there is no ego involved in his hunt.
Kingsnake hunts those more dangerous than him because it is what he was designed to do, and it is his obligation to. He is there to be a talon for those who cannot raise their own against danger and those that wish them harm. He is gruff and very much rough around the edges.
Many others see him as hard to get along with because of the heavy air that follows him. This isnt always true though, maybe its because they are unable to detect the lingering sadness that surrounds him, or maybe its just how they are, but hatchlings look at him with stars in their eyes. They see something others dont, not even Kingsnake himself.
Hatchlings treat him sweetly, darting between his legs as he patrols, wedging themselves under his wings as he sits with clanmates. They tell him stories they make up and beg him to play with them. He wont admit it, but Kingsnake has a soft spot for them.
art notes <3 wrote:
Kingsnake isn't actually a dragon in "canon", but think of this as a non-canon dragon form; like a fandragon for him lol.
Vulture isn't a literal vulture nor is he a Terror Bird, but I haven't decided whether I want him to be a clone, a nutty human, or like... a togruta or something like that but maybe with some scales or something to slap a little flair on him. But he's bipedal/humanoid basically at least.
Vulture isn't a literal vulture nor is he a Terror Bird, but I haven't decided whether I want him to be a clone, a nutty human, or like... a togruta or something like that but maybe with some scales or something to slap a little flair on him. But he's bipedal/humanoid basically at least.
"Vulture," he sobs, hunched over, cradling himself from where he sits on his years-old mattress. It's directly on the floor, and has holes and dirt all over it, but it's all he can afford on empire salary. "Vulture, I killed a little girl. I killed so many little girls, Vulture."
Vulture's face had fallen as soon as he entered the room. He still looks crestfallen, remaining in the doorframe.
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