October empathy event!

[marek]

STARKILLER
Thoughts/Impulses/Whatever:

There is always an undercurrent of fear and anger. Starkiller has been taught to use negative emotions to become more powerful, so he pretty much always seeks out reasons feel one of them.

Starkiller senses things through the Force, so your character would have like just some kind of idea of the basic nature of shit around the ship I guess idk.

Probably constant dull ache, because if he's not exercising he's not eating, because he thinks the hunger makes his ~hunger for power~ stronger.

He's also constantly paranoid because there's a lot of jedi around and he is still super terrible at not being an evil henchman.

Memories:

You're fixing up a skinny droid with a bunch of stab holes and burn marks, methodically replacing parts and welding parts back together. When you're done and it whirs back to life it says, I'm sorry I couldn't kill you this time, Master. I will fulfill my primary programming someday.

You've almost got your head all the way inside of a 3D holographic star chart, engrossed in some super tedious discussion with a prim looking blonde woman over your intended flight path. You notice a lull in the conversation and look over to catch her smiling at you.

A dense, lush forest is on fire. There are wookiee screams in the distance, and right next to you, that creepy Darth Vader breathing thing. It's all very dramatic.

There's a man sleeping on the floor in what looks to be a cargo hold, a bottle of whatever put him to rest forming a small puddle by his grey-haired head. (Clone Wars-era characters may recognize him as a Jedi Master and respected General during the conflict, Rahm Kota.)You kick his shins and nag him a bit, and after he grumbles himself into consciousness he throws the bottle at your head. You have a very special friendship.

You look down and there's a gaping hole in the middle of your chest; your clothes burn bright around the edges of it, turning black as the light sizzles out. You're screaming, but it seems distant and unimportant as everything blurs and tunnels out of your vision. Then you're out in the blackness of space. This is not a particularly good day.

A good day for you is when you light defenseless, middle-aged politician up with bright lightning that arcs out of your fingertips. Everyone in the room is dead, dismembered or crushed violently by unseen force; the furniture is broken and thrown up against the walls, and you look up to see a small, dark ship skirt into view outside the impossibly high windows. You take long running strides towards it, shattering the window with a sweep of your hand without even touching the glass, and jump out. You land with both feet on the lowered door ramp against all odds, and it starts to raise as the pilot turns you away towards the sky.

SETH CLEARWATER
Thoughts/Impulses/Whatever:

Constantly hungry. Literally always hungry. He would eat an entire horse if there were any on board.

Intermittent, but persistent, spikes of aggression. The whole werewolf thing gives him an awful temper, but he really tries to keep it under control.

Other than that he is super upbeat all the time. Experience wonder at tiny, ridiculous things! Become excited about nothing! Try to make friends with people who are naturally inclined to be sick of your shit! All thanks to the Tranquility.

If he ever changes to wolf form, you're in for some serious pain, because having your bones snap and muscles tear and stitch themselves back together wrong is not a fun experience. Call me!

Memories:

You're in the rez school, half asleep during class; it's small, and there are only a few other kids in there with you. The boy in the chair next to you leans over when the teacher looks away and asks, hey, has your sister seen Sam? His parents are starting to freak.

You're sitting on the lumpy couch in very small, very poor looking home. You're watching TV while a young woman and an older man argue about something trivial. It escalates until the girl is standing up and shouting, at which point starts to shake, only growing more and more aggravated when the man tells her to calm down. Then she explodes into a massive grey wolf, shredding the ratty couch and cracking its wooden base. Suddenly everyone in the room is shouting, and the man is going purple, clutching at his chest. You're panicked trying to scramble away and back out of the room, when you start to shake too.

You're in a small kitchen with half a dozen giant native boys, and none of them have shirts on and they're all laughing and shoving each other around, fighting over the table full of food. No one's looking and you grab twice as many portions as you should (which is good, because your sister puts you in an inescapable headlock until you give her half when you leave the house.)

You're eating a massive, lavish breakfast all alone in what is probably the fanciest house in Washington. The entire dining room wall is windows, overlooking scenic forests and letting a bit of morning sunlight spill over the table. Someone pale flits into view and asks you how you like it, and your mouth is full so instead of answering you give a big thumbs up, fork in hand. She laughs, and sparkles in the sliver sunlight before slipping away again. Literally. Sparkles.

This time you're different; you're in the woods, and also there's a big furry wolf nose in your line of sight. You're tearing a boy apart, limb by limb, except he's not bleeding. He's splintering apart like rock, screaming and trying to claw his way across the frozen ground back into the clearing. Your massive teeth close around his face and you rip his head from his neck, sending it skittering across the rocks.

There are seventeen massive wolves running through the forest, and you can see through all of their eyes and hear all of them in your head. You have no idea where the howling started, but it doesn't matter because before long you're all doing it; it's loud and it's joyous and you could swear it makes the leaves in the trees shake.



+ Literally anything else for either of them! Those are just some of the scenarios I thought might be interesting.

Comments

[growling]

hey i'm gonna crash this at some point fair warning!!!!! starkiller would you like some awkward memories of not-you

[eppy]

WOW HI!!!

so et me get a few things here okay, i want.

This time you're different; you're in the woods, and also there's a big furry wolf nose in your line of sight. You're tearing a boy apart, limb by limb, except he's not bleeding. He's splintering apart like rock, screaming and trying to claw his way across the frozen ground back into the clearing. Your massive teeth close around his face and you rip his head from his neck, sending it skittering across the rocks.
You're in the rez school, half asleep during class; it's small, and there are only a few other kids in there with you. The boy in the chair next to you leans over when the teacher looks away and asks, hey, has your sister seen Sam? His parents are starting to freak.
You're sitting on the lumpy couch in very small, very poor looking home. You're watching TV while a young woman and an older man argue about something trivial. It escalates until the girl is standing up and shouting, at which point starts to shake, only growing more and more aggravated when the man tells her to calm down. Then she explodes into a massive grey wolf, shredding the ratty couch and cracking its wooden base. Suddenly everyone in the room is shouting, and the man is going purple, clutching at his chest. You're panicked trying to scramble away and back out of the room, when you start to shake too.

i'd also really like some memories of him breaking from the pack and deciding to follow jacob, if you don't mind!