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Current "An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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@AHeartlessNobody I just got me a post out too. Hopefully you'll like it.
Ben Solo


His hands were trembling. The deep-seeded fear of the one-time onslaught had cast done its damage. Even through the vision... he had known he would never come close to dark-warrior's affinity in the Force. That thing wasn't just some apparition.

He felt that it was something real... something conscious. His face contorted with agitation; some long forgotten nuisance finally rearing its head. If it was not for Odd's joining hands with him, her pureness in the Force finding its way to his, than he might have quit. Ben's grasp on her's became firm as he felt her meld affinity with his. In the Force, they became a conduit, a vessel. One that was exquisitely large, massive. It poured in and he felt something stir inside him.

Visions of ominous happenings.

He found himself standing among murky ground, rain-soaked and slippery. The downpour above him drenched his robes. The feeling in the air was of dark expectations. He half expected to see the dark-armored warrior when shadows had begun to rise not too far from him. Their was a few but most of them seemed to flock around one in particular, a warrior whose presence was both familiar and all-together alien.

Ben took a step back out of trepidation and bumped into Odd on accident. " You're here too," he whispered, grabbing her by her shoulders before taking a stand in front of her. " You shouldn't be here. Damn, if I knew you'd get dragged in, I wouldn't have asked... I- I just thought you'd drive them away." he muttered.

The shadows looked around before the leader unexpectedly glanced towards him. A red line of energy appeared in the distance, two shorter lines shot from its hilt. A spectral sound echoed from the middle warrior but no words came. Then the others looked towards them as well, as if on a mental link with their master.

Ben shook, backing the two of them up with stumbiing steps. " They're going to slaughter us, Odd. I can't lose you here!" He snapped her hands in his... only it wasn't his hand. It was wrapped in a fine leather from fingers to elbow, black robes covered the rest of his body, and he saw through obscured eye-slots. A red hue vividly lit Odd's face.

"You're the last vestige of my light... I have no choice, Kenobi." Ben spoke, though they weren't his words. He felt trapped inside a vessel, a soul looking outwards.
I'm on my phone atm, but that sounds perfect to me lol
@AHeartlessNobody Actually... let's do it after we have this alone time In the Force lol. We can skip to just landing on the planet where the second piece is. I'm thinking of running into some indigenous people on this planet, perhaps have a small scuffle with the First Order. Get Snoke's interest piqued. Maybe its a diplomatic checkin for the First Order or something. Either way, we're just there for a piece of the map.
Ben Solo


Days... he repeated to himself.

" Has it really been that long?" His thought escaped from this thin lips.

He was certain after some pondering that she was right. He hadn't truly focused on the Force since his shivering encounter with the dark-warrior in his visions. It was a nightmare that he would need to face eventually, that much he knew, but... but he was afraid to. And it was necessarily something he could discuss with Odd. Embracing emotions wasn't the way of the Jedi; Jedi sought peace not followed after ghosts.

Ben sought to rouse his face from the somber expression that painted it as he smirk and adopted a jolly tone. " You're right! I should meditate... its been way to long. In the meantime, instead of cooking... I think you should join me. Remember when we were looking for that map last week... when we melded in the Force. Let's try it again."

Obviously or not, hopefully not, Ben was asking for her support. If he faced that visage again... that thrumming call towards a destiny he couldn't quite grasp; he wasn't sure what he'd do. That dark armor... that hollow breath. Ben shook just thinking about it.

He hurried to the minimalistic side of the room and sat down on the cold durasteel. He had a odd way of sitting when meditating; his leg was stretched as if admiring the sunset on the shores of an ocean planet, his head lowered, his eyes closed. Awkwardly he held his hand out for Odette to grasp, a quaint smile on his face from the anticipation of feeling her skin on his.

" I don't have all day, Odd." He spoke her name tenderly, almost as soft as his mom had said his own.
@AHeartlessNobody Annnnnnnnnnd.... I'm up.

It took a me a bit longer than I thought. I don't know why but I love to sleep. lol.

I'm having a tough time seeing where to go from here. I got a response in my head but I feel like it'd be dragging on a very boring part of the story.
@AHeartlessNobody Yay, also Good Afternoon ^_^

Today has been boring for the most part. I wanna read something but I keep thinking I'd get distracted.

EDIT: PS, Imma get a post out later tonight. I'm a bit tired at the moment.



“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.” Albert Camus



Full Birth-Given Name: " Nathan Blu, my mom felt it'd be easier for Americans."
Preferred Name // Nickname: " My ex says I'm Feral. The nickname stuck."
Sexual Orientation & Gender: " Don't make me kill you... what do I look like? Obviously I'm a guy. Females... are my tools. I've never met one that I actually loved though."
Years Since My Birth: " I'm 23, guess I look younger. My moms jokes around about me being a vampire."
Pack Standing: " Technically I'm the Omega... I don't know why myself but it gives me plenty of freedom."
How Long Have You Been With the Devereaux Pack?: " For a few years. Three I think. I don't keep track of time as often as I use to."
Also Knowing: " Not much else for me to say. I fight... a lot. I have a temper but music and hunting calms me down. My father pisses me off with his incessant pestering of the family business, all I want to do is be free. My uncle would have wanted that for me."




Family Members Affected by the Shiver: Veronica Blu./ Nathan's Mother/ 45 yrs old. She is a woman with tan skin and brown eyes, though duller than her son's. She's a tad skinny and has little to no curves. Her arms are long and her fingers thin. However, she has the face of a model, attitude too. Her straight dark hair falls around her face, accentuating the searing gaze that palpitates in her eyes.

Masashi Kyoto./ Nathan's Father/ 43 yrs old. He's a business savvy old man who appears dangerous if not entirely unsavory. He runs a small enterprise that deals in oversea exports. His skin has recently started to sag though the life in his body has been retained. His dark eyes feigns kindness and finesse but are actually the opposite.

Furry Companions: " I'm a animal myself and I know the value of being alone. I don't think I could befriend other animals anyway."




Song That Best Describes Me: " You're really asking me that... .... Numb. By Linkin Park, yea that song is... perfect for me. I won't go into details."

Who Turned You and Changed Your Life: " I'm not sure she'll like me telling that, the Alpha that is. Let's just say Davine can be... wild in the sac. Once-upon-a-time she was just woman to me, a mystery. But like all mysteries, some are better left wrapped up. She was so beautiful... I just couldn't help myself."

My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me: " My life after the change hasn't really changed at all. Its only... shifted. Yea... that's the right word. I'm the child of a rich Asian and a rather attractive American. How they met? Well that was supposedly due to fate. My pop's words, not mines."

Nathan fidgets in his chair, his brows casting a dark expression on his face.

" From there... science happened. I was born in and originally raised in Tokyo, Japan. It took my father thirteen years to see the uses in having an American spouse. He sent me, along with her, overseas. She thinks he's cheating on her; I do too. The rest of my life was simple. I went through the hellish years of school, got a bad habit of fighting, and eventually was bitten by a wolf. Well... you know the results of that. If you didn't, you wouldn't be asking these questions. Once I got use to the change... life became near unbearable. My father wants me back in Japan to begin learning to take over his business but I prefer the simple life of being a student... taking over seems like shackles to me."

" I'm only twenty-three... besides, wolves aren't meant to be chained."

How Some People Might See Me: " People might see me as... many things, I think. But most will see the animal in my eyes. I'm that rare kind of person who oozes intent, whether I want to or not. When I'm angry, it floats in the air like a heavy guillotine. When I'm sad... ... Well let's just say I'm a creature of emotion. They drive me, kinda. Keeps my head above water. My mom likes to pursue her own riches, pyramid schemes and the like... I've always been there to tell her it was stupid. And in response she tells me to take more risks. She knows my situation; I can't help but eye her with contempt when she says thoughtless words like that."

Standing Before a Mirror, I See: " Take a good look at me yourself, tell me what you see. Is it the pitch black of my eyes, the flawless surface of my skin, or... perhaps it the ravenous curls of my hair. Either way, I've never been described as ugly by any of my peers. The girls at my school flocked to me. They enjoyed the fact that I towered over them, that my body, though slim was cut with muscle. Last I checked, I was six-one, impressive for a Asian huh? I dress, finely. Why? I don't know myself."

"... I've always had a unnatural ease when it came to knowing myself. I don't pretend to think otherwise of my actions, I know where they come from and I own up to them. Hell, I'm not ashamed of anything I've done up until now, not even the fine vertical cuts that line my wrist... not even my sacred sins."
Ben Solo


Ben sat in the chair next to Odette at the controls. He wasn't good at piloting but he had an extensive knowledge of operations and ship mechanics, especially the mechanics of his mother's vessels. Tinkering kept him busy when he was adamant about spending time with his mother or on the Millennium Falcon with Han. So it was no wonder when his arms shot up and around to make sure everything was and would run smoothly.

He glanced over at Odette and shot her a knowing, almost cocky smirk.

When the ship lurched forward into hyperspace, Ben stood from his chair and started to check the rest of the ship out. His mother was notoriously meticulous so he knew she had a plan for ever contingency. He wondered if she had a place for meditation set up or some for combat training droid stored somewhere. He paused in the middle of the hull and felt Bee-Bee Ate's persistent eye on him. Its large optic stared as if seeing something he hadn't.

"Keeping staring and I'll pluck it out." he mumbled casually, though joking in all honesty.

It whirled with noise, spinning around in a full circle before taking off towards a dark space, one that shied from the luminous lights of the bridge. Ben walked in and turned on the light. The room was a small kitchen and mediation area combination. One half was meant for preparing meals, the other, for cultivating oneself in the Force.

"Odette," he called out to loudly. "Don't you wanna make me a meal... something healthy?" he asked her with tease tinge to his tone, his back still facing her.
@ProPro Its a necessary transformation to win the battle lol.
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