CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE INFANTALIZATION AND DRAMA QUEENING OF KYLO REN? CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW RIDICULOUS IT IS TO TALK ABOUT HIM WORRYING ABOUT HIS HAIR, OR HIS CLOTHES, OR GETTING BOOBOOS? CAN WE JUST?
I’m sorry, but I know he’s our favorite trash baby, but he’s also so much fucking more than that? This man, and yes, he is a fucking MAN, grown ass and woke to the fucking monstrosity of his actions, THIS MAN comes from Organa, Skywalker, and Solo stock. He’s been raised by LEIA AND HAN, who above else, value hard work to get what want, who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. He has not been SPOILED through his life, even through his training, because do you REALLY think that Luke Skywalker would be down with his nephew being a shitass worrying about his hair getting sweaty?
Kylo Ren has been beaten, abused, brainwashed, excruciatingly trained, and developed into a violent, vicious, MERCILESS attack dog bordering on sith lord ( if such existed, per say, anymore ). Kylo Ren won out as Supreme Leader Snoke’s most preferred apprentice, and I’m sorry, but he’s not going to act like a dramatic and vain narcissist with delicate tendencies bordering on uselessness. It says directly in the visual guide that he does not care hesitant over getting into a fight, that he’s NOT AFRAID of being wounded or concerned about what injuries might mean.
his hair does not matter. his nails do not matter. he would not cry about getting sweaty.
he would lose limbs and keep GOING, and he works his ass off to be as good as he needs to be. respect the fact that this boy isn’t CRYING in a corner when he has to work a little.
so can we just NOT do this anymore? please and thanks??
The crook of his lip twitches into something akin to a smirk, predatory by design and amused in its make. He casts a burnished gaze downwards at his sparring comrade splayed ever so elegantly over the expanse of the mat below, the vehement hum of his saber still reverberating through the room, beckoning for ROUND 2 .
“ Honestly, Hans, perhaps you should trade in your baton for a blaster. ” He pauses in the jest, the edge of his mouth curling back just a tad further as one shapely brow lofts upwards, challenging. “ At this rate, you’d be safer BLASTING your foes before they get close enough to hit you. ”
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DATA FILES.
B A S I C S ;
FULL NAME: Ben Solo Kylo Ren. NICKNAMES: Ren, Ky. GENDER: Masculine | His/he/him. AGE: 29 Years Old. BIRTHDAY: November 15th. ( Scorpio. ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demi-Romantic / Demi-Sexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. RELIGION: Dark side of the Force. OCCUPATION: Master of The Knights of Ren. SPECIES: Human / Force-Sensitive.
B A C K G R O U N D ;
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chandrila. HOMETOWN: Chandrila. CURRENCY: Imperial Credit. EDUCATION: Former Jedi - Apprentice to Luke Skywalker. Currently Supreme Leader Snoke’s Apprentice - Training is not yet complete.
P H Y S I C A L ;
FACECLAIM: - Current: Adam Driver. - Adolescent: Ezra Miller. - Child: Finn Wolfhard
VOICECLAIM: - Adam Driver. EYE COLOR: Doe brown. HAIR COLOR: Glossy black. HEIGHT: 6'3" ( 6 feet, 3 inches tall. ) WEIGHT:194 lbs on Earth. COLOR PALETTE: - Black / Red. - Dark greys. - Accents of silver or gold. POWERS: Like his kin, Kylo possesses a strong connection to the Force. His abilities include but are not limited to; telekinesis, telekinetic immobilization ( the power to stop beings in their tracks and hold them in place ), Force push, telepathic torture, mind probing, and the ability to sense disturbances in the Force.
WEAPON: Kylo wields a dangerously uncut lightsaber that he constructed himself based on an ancient design dating back to the Great Scourge of Malachor. His saber relies on a cracked kyber crystal that can barely contain the raw power of his weapon, which is responsible for the lateral plasma vents that produce it’s signature cross guard quillons. The fractured crystal is also responsible for the unstable, serrated appearance of his weapon’s red plasma blades. As previously mentioned, Ren’s weapon is raw and unfinished, giving it the potential to malfunction at anytime.
HOBBIES: - Frequently training with his saber and various other forms of combat. - Kylo enjoys reading about various subjects on his datapad / holorecords. - Playing the keybed / piano. It allows him an outlet ( other than the nearest wall ) to channel his frustration into and create something beautiful amidst his destructive mind. - Like his grandfather, Kylo has always been a skilled mechanic, and enjoys fixing machinery when it breaks. - Piloting TIE Fighters and / or Speeders. - ( Modern Verse ) Playing guitar. - ( Modern Verse ) Generally being a delinquent. HABITS: - Heavy sighing. - Rubbing forehead. - Clenching his jaw. - Bouts of intense rage when things don’t go his way. - Stomping when he walks. - The corner of his mouth twitches instead of actually smiling. - ( Modern Verse ) Smoking.
DIMENSIONS.
main.
pre.
post.
modern.
CONTROL. god damn right you should be scared of me
Timeline ; Set in current movie verse.
❝ I’m something DANGEROUS; with g u n p o w d e r in my VEINS and DAGGERS in my g a z e
I’m a l i v i n gWEAPON — a t i c k i n gTIMEBOMB — and you can’t DISARM me. ❞
He is chaos in its rawest form. A feral heart beats thunder in the cage of his hollow chest; ebbing, flowing power. It lances from porcelain fingertips, consuming all; the cosmos in their entirety tremble in his presence. Kylo Ren, Master of The Knights of Ren, has brought about the annihilation of suns, the destruction of planets; he seeks to snuff out the remaining light that plagues the galaxy — HIS galaxy — and will tear asunder any who dare to oppose him. He serves under Supreme Leader Snoke’s command, albeit aside from him, bends to no one. He burns with all the vehement intensity of a collapsing star, and leaves naught but ashes and devastation in his wake.
Timeline ; Set 1 year after the Battle of Endor to 14-15 years later.
❝ all M O N S T E R S were once full of l i g h t , but it was stolen from them by D E S P A I R , then the darkness seeped into their v e i n s , like a deadly disease without a cure, and once hope B E T R A Y S you, you can’t help but let the D E V I L inside. ❞
He is a descendant of light, of peace and goodness in their plenitude. Skywalker blood runs strong through his veins, but there is a darkness settled deep in his bones, gnashing at the marrow with lupine teeth, curling around his resolve with ossified, sickly digits. Ben Solo has waged a war with his mind ever since he was born — the voice in his head cannot be silenced, constantly whispering coos threaded with shadow, with hate that has never felt so sweet. He is a focal point of both the Light and the Dark side; the forces of which have been tearing him apart from the very beginning. He can only hope that being taken as Luke Skywalker’s apprentice will chase the darkness from him once and for all; will finally free him of this pain.
Timeline ; Set 4-5 years after the destruction of Starkiller Base.
❝ he doesn’t forget the g h o s t s in his lungs or the S K E L E T O N S in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up S C R E A M I N G . and he never forgets as he F A L L S to his b l o o d y knees finished to the b o n e .
don’t ask him if he f o r g e t s because he NEVER forgets.
he’ll never forget this. ❞
He’s renounced the First Order, seen it crumble. He’s broken free from the hold the darkness had over him — or, Snoke anyway — yet the name Ben still tastes as foreign in his maw as it sounds in his ears, reverberating through his skull. That title isn’t for him anymore — he’s dead, I killed him — and nor is the surname Ren; he betrayed the only two families he had ever come to know. He is now simply Kylo, and he has secluded himself to a life of isolation, lost somewhere among the Outer Rim Territories. Redemption is not in the cards for him — he doesn’t deserve it — how could someone who murdered their own father? And so he survives alone, the only company he keeps is the voice of the Force.
Timeline ; Set in Los Angeles, California. Kylo is eighteen.
❝ they said all t e e n a g e r s scare the L I V I N G S H I T out of me. they could care less as long as someone’ll b l e e d. so D A R K E N your clothes , or strike a v i o l e n t pose. maybe they’ll leave you alone but not M E . ❞
It had been ‘just a phase’ for ten years now. Ben Organa-Solo, son of Princess Leia and her husband, Han Solo, has yet to conform to the duties and apparent mundanity of a royal Prince, a birthright bestowed upon him that he recanted with haste. Furthermore, he’s abandoned his birth name in favor of his stage name, Kylo Ren — did he mention he’s lead guitarist in the hottest new band to hit L.A.? They’re gonna rule the world someday, he just needs to graduate first — which is proving to be a challenge in itself. His parents insist that he quit his part-time job at Hot Topic and put his musical career on hold to focus on his studies. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
KYLO REN & GENERAL ARMITAGE HUX ( exclusive ship with starsundered )
❝ I’d always assumed that love was a dangerous disadvantage.
––you did not know gravity until you knew him. there is not a single star charted that draws you in as he does, nor one that burns with the same intensity. for he is your sun; you are mars caught in his pull, barren and lifeless. acid rain is the only reprieve from your vehement deserts, deserts that have left you with chapped lips and sandpaper fingertips, throat parched, cracking. but everyday, he rises above you, a forgiving tempest; without his light, you would not have a shadow. he was made to shine over your deserts; he is your oasis personified, and you will love him until his iron core burns out.
sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. & for him, you would lose one thousand wars. ❞
