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I think everyone should have a Corrie oc, but it needs to be a nature based name. As most of the Corrie’s are all nature names, except like.. jek Thire and Rhys

It’s funny cause coruscant is like.. the least nature filled planet.

So yeah. Vulture the Corrie fits in just fine 😁

More laolaeon because these two have my whole heart

this was supposed to be them undercover on corusant but then I forgot how to draw faces

New cloneOC thought:

CT-5050 ,

name CHANCE

The Lucky Batch☘️

This is pretty overdue, but here’s Jack’s backstory. Hope you enjoy!

Tw: physical abuse, mentions of blood

(Also, quick reminder, Jack’s CT number is CT-0123)

Jack of all trades

“Aim!”

Cadet 0123 raised his blaster. It was shaking strangely, but that probably had something to do with his hands and their inability to keep still in situations like this. It was pretty hard for a cadet to keep a cool head today, as the scouts were watching for the exemplary young troopers or the best of the best of the best, as the instructor said. Today was the final day of his testing- the precision test. But Cadet-0123 knew he could pass. He could feel it. His eyes met the target- a line of super battle droids, adjusted to fit the GAR’s needs. He could shoot this with no problem. He could do this. He could-

“FIRE!”

The sounds of gunfire echoed through the room. Every cadet had fired their gun. Except for Cadet-0123. Frozen with fear, he clutched his blaster as the menacing grey mass of pure metal drew nearer and nearer, its steps punctuated with a deep, sonorous clank. ‘CADET!’ the instructor barked “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SHOOT IT!” Closer and closer the droid came, and Cadet-0123 squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers shaking as they inched towards the trigger. “CADET!” The roar reverberated around the hall, making the cadet jump. CLANG. The droid lay a meter away, a glowing hole in its chest. Cadet-0123 looked down at his smoking firearm in amazement. The other cadets exchanged perplexed glances as Cadet-0123 made his way to the base of the surveillance platforms where the others stood waiting. The instructor gathered the young clones in, still shocked from their complete success against the droids. “You did well, soldiers. There’s still a way to go, but you have all proven yourself skilled and calm in the face of danger” Cadet-0123 suddenly felt the eyes of the other cadets on him. The instructor continued to talk about the glory of fighting in the grand army of the republic, and how they would value men like them. A scoff sound came from the cadet standing next to Cadet-0123, which the instructor seemed to ignore. Eventually, the cadets were dismissed, and they went off in their little groups, chatting eagerly amongst themselves about how they defeated their battle droid in two shots or three but from a distance. Everyone except Cadet-0123. Alone, he trailed behind the group, watching as his brothers laughed and cheered each other. A little part of him had hoped someone would turn around and say to him ‘Good job out there!’ or at least ‘Not bad!’. The latter was more likely, as whenever Cadet-0123 did something that didn’t blow up in his face, the instructor would always say that. But however much he wished, that would never happen. Never from his brothers.

As the cadets reached their bunk, the conversation turned to Cadet-0123. “So, what did you think of 0123’s performance?” Cadet-1356 asked with a smirk. “Well, at least we don’t have to worry about him,” Cadet-1204 responded darkly. “Did you see him with his eyes scrunched up like he was fresh out the tube?” “Or how he shot the droid at super close range? How much you wanna bet that was a fluke?” “He doesn’t know jack about how to be a soldier” A small silhouette emerged from the doorway, trying to flee, but Cadet-1356 grabbed him by the arm. “Hey boys, look! It’s our hero, 0123. Oh, and look at that, he’s crying!” The cadets circled Cadet-0123, sneering as they drew closer. “What a soldier! I wonder if he can take a hit,” one jeered as he drew his arm back and released it with all of his might. And one by one, the others followed suit, jabbing Cadet-0123 wherever they could reach. They moved as a horde, laughing in unison at the cries of their brother. One of them stepped away from the group, staring sardonically at Cadet-0123 as he knelt next to him. Through the blur of pain, and the echoes of cruel laughter ripping through the young cadet’s head, he could faintly hear the voice of a full-grown. “Have any of you seen Cadet-0123? I want to speak with him.” He was getting closer… “No, sir. We haven’t seen him” The pounding footsteps faded into the distance. There was no one to help him.

“FIGHT BACK!”

“I don’t think he can.”

“Of course he can’t. He’s too subpar for that.”

“I swear, he’s hopeless”

Cadet-0123 couldn’t remember anything else after that.

The next day, the scores of the testing were released, and to everyone’s surprise, Cadet-0123 was not at the bottom, but rather in the middle. He felt the eyes of everyone burn into him, and the bruises from the night before ached, but he felt better than he ever felt before. He had proven himself not to be a mere defection. But his brothers only saw a threat. Their mediocre brother, better than some of their proclaimed ‘squadron’ members? Every night, they tested him to the brink of agony, to see how much he could take. Despite that,the yells of Cadet-0123 did not go unnoticed. One particular night, he managed to free himself from his brothers’ grasp and run, not knowing where to. He felt the blood drip down from his nose, which seemed a different shape completely. In the stark hallway, he sat alone. Until 99. The janitor clone was just cleaning the hallway at the time, and he saw a small, sniffling child covered in bruises curled up against a wall. “Hey there,” he whispered gently, “are you alright?”. The young clone looked up, his big eyes shining with tears. 99 gasped and said in dismay “Oh, oh, don’t you cry. I’ll take you to where you’re meant to be, and it’ll all be fine.” The cadet scrambled to his feet. “No. Please don’t take me back, sir. Please!” The old janitor outstretched his wrinkled hand and smiled. Not another word was spoken as they walked to a private medbay, where 99 cleaned Cadet-0123’s wounds and kept his spirits up as he did so.

From that day on, 99 kept Cadet-0123 in his sights, and taught him all he knew. Over time (and through many painful attempts) Cadet- 0123 learned how to basically reconfigure a frequency, fly a ship at a passable level, hand to hand combat (at the basic level, of course), and learned how to speak an adequate level of a few languages ( Mando’a, Huttese and Aqualish). He became what 99 called a jack of all trades, a master of none. As he grew, CT-0123 developed more and more skills, like sniping, grenade making ( he enjoyed that one very much) and baking. It was odd, but after a gruelling day of training, a warm brownie was all he needed. One day, 99 came up to CT-0123 and told him of a squadron that was recruiting for new team members- clone force 37. 99 handed him the pamphlet, which had a shoddy hand-drawn picture of a three-leafed clover, which from 99’s botany classes he recognised as a trefoil, even though trefoils weren’t usually turquoise and peppered with stickers. Below the drawing, the words ‘THE LUCKY BATCH’ was written in all caps. There was no other information on the flimsi apart from a small note on the back, which read: ‘training room, 23:00, be there :) ’ The smiley face must be a sign of professionalism, CT-0123 thought.

At 23:00 on the dot, CT-0123 stood at the main entrance of the training room, nearly bouncing up and down in excitement, ready to try his hardest to make this squad accept him. He was just about the training room when he heard footsteps draw closer, and remembered his former cadet roommates, and he froze, his eyes dilated in panic. What if they wanted to join the squad too? As the footsteps creators came into view, CT-0123’s jaw dropped under his second-hand helmet. Seven clones strutted around the corner, one slightly stumbling along as he attempted to keep up. They were clad in turquoise armour, with a familiar-looking flower painted on the chest. They also had patterned gauntlets and various stickers plastered on them, but that made them even cooler in CT-0123’s eyes. “So, where’s everyone else?” said the one in the centre. “I don’t know sir,” CT-0123 responded“I like your skirt, sir.” The one in the centre took a deep breath and said sullenly “It’s not a skirt, it’s a kama.” He sounded like he had to say that a lot. “Right. So you’re the only one? That’s great” another member of the group said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Not detecting the hostility, CT-0123 took off his helmet and beamed at the troop of sticker-wearing soldiers. “After you all, then!”

Together they sat at the base of a sniper tower, looking eagerly at the clone who seemed so desperate to join in. “So, what’s your name? I’m Pepper, by the way, and that’s captain Raffle, the captain or whatnot, that’s Ballast, the mechanics guy, there’s Ryder, the weapons guy, there’s Foxy, the sniper (he’s kind of mean sometimes, so pay no attention to him), Boots, the guns guy and Thumbs, the therapist. We also have some Jedi friends, but they’re not here right now, but they’re pretty cool. Oh, and we also have a gonk droid that hates me called Goose. ” CT-0123 took a deep breath and said awkwardly “I’m CT-0123.” the group exchanged confused glances, and the one the others called Thumbs inched towards him, looking curious “That’s it?” he asked, and CT-0123 nodded glumly in response. “You know what, we’ll come up with a name for you,” said the mechanic, Ballast, cheerfully “What are you good at?” “Well,” CT-0123 mused “I’m kind of good at a lot of things. I can blow stuff up, fight stuff, shoot stuff, dance, speak in different languages and I recently learned how to bake, but I don’t know how that’ll help with giving me a name” The captain stood up and made his way to CT-0123, and said “ You sound like a jack of all trades to me. You could be a valuable asset to our squad, you know.” “Wait!” the medic cried out, “‘Jack of all trades! Your name could be-” “Trades!” “What? No. Jack! Your name could be Jack! Man, you make it painstakingly obvious why you never picked a name for yourself.” CT-0123 screwed his face up in thought and nodded “Yeah. I like Jack.” “Alright, Jack! Welcome to the team.” “Wait, do I have to do a test or something?” The crew looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Nah, too much work,” The captain said dismissively, “ Besides, you seem lucky enough to be one of us.” And together the team marched down the halls, and this time, Jack marched alongside them. He now had a name, a family, a home. Something told him he wouldn’t ever feel alone anymore.

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I'm back- just with a fandom switch but I'll keep back to steve stories one day maybe.

You’ve heard of the disaster lineage, now get ready for the socially inept lineage! (Click for better quality)  Kyyuwda has anxiety and cannot deal with loud places or people. But despite this he enjoys working with younglings. Adults on the other hand are normally a big no-go. Zethtox has anger issues. That in itself is an indicator he struggles with socializing. He hides his anger issues with being polite and sassy. He had more fights then all of the younglings in his age group. This was the reason he was taken as a Padawan early. Rheef has ADHD. He’s super energetic and loud. He struggles to understand people by their moods and behaviours unless they are out-right spoken.  You’d think that the 3 of them would make a terrible lineage, and they do. But they make the best family.

OC Drawings Be Upon Ye - Some Clone OCs from a few months ago, and pics from Khandri and a Jedi OC I made with a picrew. Look at those awkward, teef-y smiles! I really shot myself in the leg with those montrals skskjdkjdskd

aaaaaa I've got he whole team!! they are the 147th "FM Radio Troopers" (i'm currently working on portraits) (also sorry if this is too long)

Captain Disco

Usually tired and sleep deprived, also kind of a permanent worried face, he has honeyed brown eyes and keeps his hair in a reglamentary clone haircut but a little longer (he keeps arguing that it is NOT the start of an afro, but we all know it is). Has an emerald square tattoo on his chin and two emerald triangles on each side of his chin

funfact: tired dad energy, runs on caff

ARC Trooper Rock and Roll

two idiots, practically twins, they both keep a 60's pompadour short enough for the helmets but still noticeable. Roll grew his sideburns and that's about the only way to differentiate them. They both have dark brown hair and eyes like every other clone.

Funfact: sometimes they don't even have to talk to know what the other is thinking

Medic Lo-Fi

Usually lost although really intelligent, keeps his hair in a buzz-cut and has dark brown eyes, has also a blue triangle tattoo on his forehead, when asked about it he just says "drunk"

His right eyebrow is cut in three parts

funfact: when asked, he said he does not know what "Lo-Fi" is, his general had sent him a playlist named "Lo-Fi playlist" so he just took it as "Lo-Fi's playlist" and went with that

Heavy gunner Dub

He always looks angry, even when he's not. He has brown orange-ish reglamentary-cut hair and dark brown leaning-on-red eyes, he also keeps a goatee, if stares could kill droids the war would already be won.

Funfact: he loves "The Meat Droids" (by @keldabekush ) and is not allowed pistols cause he shoots on beat with the songs

Pilot Techno

Don't let his name fool you, don't let him near you technology.

Techno has a big scar on his left temple and multiple more on his body, he has olive eyes and curly dark brown hair that he keeps short on the sides and long on top with the tips dyed electric green

funfact: he is the embodiment of "what does this do-*BOOM*" probably why most of his scars are on his hands and forearms, he is also definitely not missing a tooth.

Mechanic Metal

Metal can be usually found smiling, if you find him that is. He has dark brown eyes and long curly dark brown hair that he usually keeps in a bun or uses a headband, he also has a Black star tattoo on his left eye.

funfacts: he has more muscle than his brothers, partly cause on top of the regular training he goes around carrying ship parts and cause he trains on his free time.

Trooper Jazz

Jazz has Vitiligo and brown eyes with tints of blue that from far away look grey, he does care about his appearance so he keeps his hair elegantly combed back and short on the sides. He has a tattoo in aurebesh on the back of his neck that reads "give us some creditsss"

funfact: Disco keeps a swear jar for Jazz but its their General the one who fills it with credits, the game is that Jazz does not know about the swear jar, and at the end of the month the team shares the credits

Trooper Punk

Punk is more of a crazy soul, he keeps his hair in liberty spikes with the tips dyed emerald like his eyebrows, his eyes are a slighly lighter brown and he has a scar on his lip from fistfighting a droid, he has a "Boot Gunray" tattoo just under the neck of his blacks.

Funfact: after fistfighting the droid he ended in the medbay, drugged up on meds he said he'd "fist fight the maker if he has to"

Trooper Pop

Pop somehow has straight blonde hair, whether is dyed or mutation he refuses to say, the team swears its dyed cause his eyes are the same dark brown that's classic in clones. With the swear jar money he bought some sunglasses that he uses indoors and Dub hates him for it.

funfact: Pop does not listen to music while on missions cause he gets distracted pretty easily, but he's a really good sniper

(i think i might make Pop adhd coded but i'm afraid i'd get it wrong, ill just write my own experiences on him, even though i haven´t gotten tested for adhd)

i saw the original post weeks ago and have been working on this since then

i'm not so sure yet about the number tho

I would like to see some clone ocs...👀 pls share if you have them. Visual descriptions also sound lovely 👀👀👀

CT-4077-0403, Rogue. A clone out of millions was unfortunate enough to get abducted and drained of all his blood to be accidentally turned into one the creature that ended his life. He now walks the shadows and consumes the life blood of his brothers around him without their knowledge.

The rest is up to you. I gave you all something to go off of.

I was inspired by @523rdrebel. Go check her out.