I legit have only days before i have to start my next paper, and instead of going something productive like finishing the damn first chapter of my CW oc. Iv been scribbling swtor characters, god dammit goblin you had one job!

So here is my 3am scribbles (cause apparently that's the only hour i'm narratively productive)
its also broken into some smaller chunks cause commiting to a scene for more than 10min is to hard apparently...


This was just an excuse to describe my Sith Marauder Pharaoh. He spent most of my play through in a spooky mask and hooded robes. but the Emperors Wrath is fine af. Thus when Lana brings him into the fold when the alliance commander (Jedi knight Sun'dari) was seeking allies on both sides. She has some history with Pharaoh and is sceptical of his intentions.

"Speak plainly wrath" Sun challenged. She could practically feel his lips pulling in a grin as he reached up, drawing back his hood with one hand, and with hiss his mask detached and he lowered it with the other. Sun had met the Emperor's wrath on numerous occasions, most of which involved them trying to take the others head off- she still had a scar on her thigh when he had ambushed her as a Padawan while escorting a republic ambassador. But never had she seen his face in all those years, she had always suspected he was human and was more than a little surprised when the tell tale features of Zabrak appear behind the mask.

His skin a burnt shade of orange, the black tattoos of his people painted his skin in inky lines that grouped around his mouth and jaw. Reminiscent of black blood leaching from his lips to his chin in three defined prongs. Likewise were the tattoo's that surrounded his eyes, zagging out and up towards the horns that clustered about his head like a crown of large and small thorns. Despite the more intimidating aspects of his appearance, Pharaoh was unfairly handsome. Like a sculptor that had the skill but not the time, His jaw was sharp, with a strong chin that cut a defined angle on his oval face, matched by prominent cheekbones and proud brow. There was a slight crook to his otherwise straight nose, a break Sun was sad to say she wasn't responsible for.
However something else drew her gaze, one that carved a deep scar though his face. Beginning in the left corner of his mouth, it rose, cutting through his cheek before relieving him of the top half of his left ear and cracked the edge from one of his horn, its path finally came to a stop halfway to the back of his head.

"Careful now jedi" he sniggered "your order has rules against the look you're giving me, not that i don't appreciate the offer" Pharaohs eyes glinted ruthlessly, the golden irises stained with the dark side of the force and ringed in solumn shade of scarlet.

"Somehow i always pictured you handsome under it all" Sun shot back, with a scowl "but now i see why you chose to wear the mask, it's much better to look at"

If her jab landed he didn't show it. Or didnt have time to as Lana stepped between them.


End


Probs during that battle of Odessen idk...

"That would just be Pharaoh being flippant" Sun replied promptly, ducking a blaster shot aimed at her head. Pharaoh looked at her with an expression of mock offence, raising a hand to his chest to compete the facade. For a moment it seemed like he was about to argue, but after a pause he merely instead shrugged, accepting the description. Before turning on his heel and beheaded one of the assailants.


End


I didnt finish this one sorry (not sorry) so im just gonna leave my notes and if i ever wake up in the graveyard hours and finish it i'll update. So i have the attention span of a potato chip dipped in mustard and yogurt, and Vette got knocked out in battle during KOTET. Sorry Wifeeee, my bad. Phararoh was checking emails...
but he did deliver some "wrath" worthy revenge!

"Son of a hutt!" Pharaoh snarled, he surged toward her, letting his body rip free of it's tethers. The force carried him in a blur of scarlet and ash that burnt the earth and left the taste of blood to linger in the air. He was at Vette's side before she had dropped to her knees, a blaze of blood red light relieved the Zakuullian knight of his head, a second relieved him of his guts as well. The sudden appearance and fury of the Emperor's Wrath was enough to halt the charge of Knights. Pharaoh inhaled the scent of fear and horror as the that ruptured from them as dismembered chunks of their comrade fell apart and crumpled to the ground.

His blood churned and boiled, a fervor howl in his chest that hungered to open theirs, rib by rib, muscle by muscle. Sabers at his side and dirt kicking up behind him, Pharaoh launched forward, teeth bared and a throat tearing roar erupted from his lungs, the force trembled, like a wave it crashed into the Knights around him, fangs of ice that sank into flesh and filled them with the taste of fear that broke the backs of lesser men.

-Pharaoh crushes a knights head with his bare hands and ends up with a shard of skull fragment impaling his palm

-A wounded Vette removes the fragment.

- Her fingers tentatively touched his hands turning them over, he let her. Breathing her in as she gently coaxed his fingers away from the iron grip he had around his weapons. One by one they loosened.

-A shard of skull, he almost laughed- almost, he might have if he had the energy to spare.
"Are you alright" he croaked, his lips had split and he wasnt entirely sure if the taste of blood that lingered on his teeth was his own.

-Pharaoh is a angry carrot stick...Pharaot stick or Carraoh stick?


End


And thats all the scribbles i have for today

-Goblin