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Concept #78

Hero has trained under their Mentor for years, waiting for Mentor to finally say that they were ready. That day had finally came, but little did Hero know that all this time, Mentor was a vampire… That is, until they turn Hero into one too.

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She’s absolutely beautiful! The shading is so perfect, I love the pastels in the clothing. 

A half eastern dragon lady for one of my mom's coworkers. Watercolor.

Tagging @clockworkgalaxies and @mielosastuff because dragons

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new alignment chart lads

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Toria- I wear an old tshirt and shorts. I have a billion pillows, I sleep like live with my music loader than an airplane.

Justin- uhhhh I guess I just sleep in my regular clothes, idk. I really just sleep when I'm tired. Honestly I fall asleep at my work desk more often than anything else.

Conni- lingerie, Victorian, silky lingerie. I have exactly 9 satin pillows and 5 conifers. I get cold rather easily. I dont sleep well if my kitty isn't with me.

Tigeris- STUFFED ANIMALS!!!!!! A MILLION BILLION STUFFED ANIMALS!!!!!

How does your OC sleep?

What do they wear to bed? What positions do they sleep in? How many pillows/blankets/mattresses do they need? Lights on or off? Any specific rituals around bedtime?

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Toria-Im the only real person left in this school, and they'll be lucky if I dont burn it to the ground.

Conni- I'm a good person (I'll make you love me) who just wants to help others (you'll learn not to question my actions.) And make life long friends. (If you cross me I'll have others destroy you and pretend it was all their idea.) 😁❤😊😙❤

How would your OC describe themselves?

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If you’d like to be added to the tag list for Toria and Conni’s story just shoot us an ask. 

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Person A: “I need you to hide me!”

Person B: “Oh god, please tell me you didn’t prank (Person C) again.”

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prompt 1142

Because she was beautiful, no one paid attention to anything she said. And that made things so much easier.

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Fingers twisted in her hair. Pulling, scraping, tearing, desperate to scream but refusing to let sound escape. Who did she have to be tomorrow? Conni. It was Conni. Oh how she hated Conni. It was terrible to force down every impulse, to watch her every move so closely. Because a slip up could cause her to lose face, cause a pawn to jump right off the chess board. A myriad of problem could arise if she wasn’t very careful. 

She hated it with every fiber of her being. She looked small and meek, that had never bothered her. But to act the part. It was one thing to pretend to be stupid, another (equally unproblematic) to fake affection, but intent was another story. You’d never think it but intent was the hardest thing to create. It required allowing a small piece of her sole to break, chip really. If there was just something or someone to latch on to. Someone to make her care. Take this from a board game to real life. She’d left every person that she’d every valued in the ruble behind her. 

What makes you think you deserve anyone like that again? 

Her head hurt from crying, her stomach her stomach hurt from… Why did her stomach hurt? It wasn’t like she hadn't eaten today. She’d had lunch with the girls and… 

“I'm watching my figure”

Okay but breakfast with the guys...

“Nothing really looks good, I’ll just have coffee.” 

Oh that’s right she hadn't felt like eating, that’s probably something she should do. On the other hand, she doubted she could keep anything down, and it wasn’t like she was inconveniencing anyone but herself. No one cared enough to check and see if she’d eaten, 

Silently she crept out of bed and walked to the medicine cabinet. Her fingers found a bottle of “mouthwash”. She unscrewed the cap and took a swig of what was in reality whiskey. Not that it had any effect on her but she liked to pretend. Humans had it so easy, they could lose themselves to almost anything. 

She would sleep, wake up, continue the lies until she was caught and hung like the girls at Salem.

The whumpee is so stressed that they forget to eat.

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First Day

Another Fricking year, Toria’s red joggers padded against the asphalt as she walked to the gate of headstone-Lane Academy. After nine years of walking this path she knew the drill. Approach the desk attendant, usually a bitter lady friendly only to the golden children, a group Toria prided herself on having no membership to. Give her name and get your class schedule, lunch number and room key. This school was number one in the country in meta-human and government espionage training. If you had any desire to work as a hero you had better be a student here. 

You would think that a school full to the brim of geniuses and physically perfect specimens would be different from every other school in America. But it really wasn’t. It didn’t matter if they were the future astronauts and superheroes or the future mechanics and chairs. The whole world revolves around cliques. It reminded Toria of the United Nations, Some cliques were relatively nice and others acted like dictators. They had allying relationships, the jocks liked the popular girl, the book worms tolerated the av club. It was all terribly confusing and ridiculous to accept a 15 year old to be able to navigate. 

The Popular girls were the worst in Toria’s opinion. If she had a group, which she didn’t they would be public enemy number one. It irked Toria how they got away with everything. They weren’t great people but they were honored like the next saints of the Roman Catholic Church. It shouldn't bother her like this, but it hurts when you get chewed out for something and a pretty girl gets nothing but a warning for the exact same shit. Why did the girls who looked like plastic get treated better than her?

Toria was staring, she admitted it. She was staring at them all the silver haired witch(Yes a girl with magical abilities, although the other definition fit too.)The red headed naga. But her attention was caught by a new girl. She was a petite girl, with long platinum blond hair and neatly trimmed bangs. She wore a pastel pink dress that wouldn’t have looked uncommon in a nineteen fifties period piece. She was flirting with three guys at once, in front of each other, what baffled Toria was why all of them put up with it. Something about her seemed juxtaposed like a leaf of poison Ivy in a bouquet of roses. Not weird just out of place. It made Toria stop a minute, she couldn’t explain why this girl bothered her so. She looked like a bimbo, yes, but somehow there was a carnivorous edge to her. A predator, wearing eyeliner. 

Toria was broken from her trance by Tigeris, her long time friend. 

“Hey, whatcha’ starin’ at?” Tigeris asked excitedly tapping her friend on her shoulder.

“Just that girl.” Toria answered

“Her...Don’t tell me you’re looking for a date, not only is she absolutely not your type I’m pretty sure she doesn't swing that way.” Tigris comedically over exaggerated glare found Toria.

“No stripes, I have a bad feeling about her.”

“That’s what you said about the guy at the slushy place.”

“I mean it, I think I know her.”

“You’re imagining it, you’ve fought so many villains every threatening girl with a weird haircut looks the same to you.” Tigeris moved to hang on Toria’s shoulders in an attempt to distract her. Toria reciprocated by placing her hand over Tigeris’s. 

“Yeah Yeah…” Tigreris was a random person. Some days her only interest was in convincing Toria to binge terrible movies with her and others all she wanted to do was put the boys into headlocks during gym class. You never knew what she would do next. Today her plans seemed to include trying to get Toria to skip her mission and do something with her. The shoulder touching was a pretty clear indicator of that. And Toria’s decision not to push her off was how Toria said she was considering it. 

Toria managed to gently guide Tigris off her and started again on her journey to the front desk. In a way this was easy because she had done this so many times but in another way it was very hard. She didn’t like the way she had alienated herself, all she did was pull pranks and tell everyone who couldn’t handle that (99.9% of the school) to f-off. But the thought of forcing herself into the role of a pretty and perfect barbie doll made her sick.

“Zap, Toria. Human-special forces. Mission Status Active.” Same eight words as every year. The school housed a variety of meta-humans as well as weapon engineers and super spies, hundreds of people all training for the chance to be a hero.

Toria already had a pass from her supervisor, Brian the wondrous Phoenix. She had been his sidekick since she was five years old. Climbing out from under his shadow was more difficult than facing down any villain, more dangerous than stopping a bullet or out running a speeding locomotive. The pass he signed let her out of class forced her teachers to give her an exemption from tests, homework, and class projects. It really wasn’t fair to the kids that had made it in on their own merit and not because they were the sidekick to a big name. But she needed to take every chance she got to subdue evil, whether it was fair or not if she could help others she would. 

Yeah her teachers would use this as an excuse to hate her but they would learn to hate her no matter what. She ran in the same circles as all the perfect students but she wasn’t into it. She would much rather put a tack on a chair than an apple on a desk. 

Toria descended the front steps as she started her first Mission of the new year.

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