For me, not really. My huntress is a Chiss; according to Wookiepedia and otehr sources, the Chiss language was difficult to learn, but the Chiss themselves could pick up other languages with ease, or so I remember.

The only cutscenes I'd want to redo would be the last ones; not because my dialogue options, but my companions. I'd like to see how Torian/Blizz/Gault/Skadge recated in Mako's spot (I needed a healer at the time) during the final quests, just to see how each of them are different, ya know?

I didn't TRY to, but I got negative affection on Skadge by accident (final bounty hunter speech at the end of act 3... he DESPISDED the choice I made apparently). He was at -500 roughly, but from what I could tell, there are no negative affection point quests.

Congrats, babe! Hope you're enjoying it :3

Asania: My Chiss bounty hunter. Her name was originally Alaina, before I changed realms/servers/whatever. I had been watching the Legend of Korra at the time, and there was a character named Asami. I just kinda rolled with that and changed some lettering. Amotak: My Chiss sith warrior. The brother of Asania. I was watching LoK at the time I made him (or rather, the bad guy just blew up, and the season ended). The villian, named Amon in his masked form, and Noatak in his unmasked form, reminded me a bit of the Phantom of the Opera (which I LOVE) so I comined the villians names. At one point, I had an agent named Daaé, after Christine Daaé in Phantom of the Opera, but I got bored with the agent story.

I rule you all with my distorted thought process. Muahahaha.

Because I want to make some of my companions (Skadge, becaus he's rude and Malavi because he's a traitor) wear them as punishment, so I ran with that.

Darth Baras wears the slave dancer costume under his armor, and wears it when he's alone. You're welcome.

While I love Torian, I can understand why people would want to romance Gault....I bet Gault is into *ahem* kinky things

It is what I was looking for. Custom character (except the voice, but come on, it's Grey DeLise!) with an immersive storyline. Romancable companions as well. It's odd, BioWare like to emotionally attatch you to your companions, even if they're jsut pixel dollies :3

She was chill. Too bad I only leveled my agent to roughly 31 before getting bored (I like the wildness of the Hunter and Warrior). I'd love to read about Torian and Blizz.

Probably the Republic side. I love my Chiss (my 2 characters, Warrior and BH, are such) and they normally allied with the Empire. Since I've kind of stuck with a theme of one race a side, I mught as well keep it for the Pubs. However, I'd play a SI Cathar, just because the whole "ex-slave" thing fits with the Empire's specism.

I just got a visual of this. I'm okay with him, but I hate it that he OPENLY insults your companions. It's like, I'm engaged to Torian, why would you openly insult him?

It's the best show EVAR. I got to meet Anthony Crivello, the Phantom in Vegas. He was so awesome, it's a shame it's closing. He actually inspired me to double major, one in programming in musical theatre/preforming arts. I'm probably going to wind up a programmer, but if the chance arises to play a character in Phantom, I want to be ready to take it :3

Just a quick one-shot involving two of my favorite things. Kind of long for a one-shot, but whatever. Enjoy. Disclaimer: The song lyrics do NOT bleong to me in any way, shape or form. The room was dim. That didn't matter; the Chiss were used to the dark. She was sitting there, in her dressings, fiddling with a package. It was a small, metal lockbox. The young Chiss examined the soft fabric, nerf fur. It had seen a lot of wear. Delicately, the fur was unwrapped, and the box opened. Inside sat a small, ancient music box. It was mostly black, with golden trimmed edges. Upon the box sat an unusual little creature; it somewhat resembled an ewok. It was taller, however, and wore a red vest. In it's hands were two round, golden discs. Nobody knew what the creature was supposed to be; regardless, the Chiss loved it. It was from an old human opera that predated known history. The girl had seen newer versions of the old human opera. She loved it. It was a beautiful story; about passion, jealously, betrayal, and love. When she was 19, she recieved a package from her brother. He had found a relic on the black market. It played the tune of his sister's beloved musical; he knew she should have it. She cherished it; she hadn't seen her brother in years. She remembered the tune. She examined the box, looking for the fimiliar handle. This box was played whenever she felt stress. Finding the little zig-zagegd handle, the girl began to crank it. When the bar finally hit a stopping point, the bar was released. It played a small, sad tune; knowing the lyrics by heart, the Chiss sang along quietly. "Masquerade Paper faces on parade Masquerade Hide your face, so the world will never find you.... I love you....." She always forgot the character's name. It bothered her that something so important to her was erased from her memory. "Why do I always forget the name? I can't believe something I love so much eludes me...." Suddenly the silence was shattered by one word. "Christine." Her head shot upward. Standing in the doorway was a man. He a bit taller than she was, with blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a muscular frame. "What?" "The girl. Her name is Christine." "How would you.....you were listening, weren't you?!" "Well, it's MY room too, after all." "Hmm. That's true." He cam and wrapped his arms around her. She loved him, even if he was intruding. "I love you, Torian." "I love you too." They lay there in silence, Torian stroking her hair. As she drifted off into sleep, he sang her a song from the old human opera. "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word, and I will follow you Share each day with me, each night, each morning Anywhere you go let me go too. That's all I ask of you."