#Heroic’s OC-Tober

[mrneighbourlove]

OC-Tober: Day 7. Worst Memory/Best Memory

Revy's had plenty of time to ruminate on some varied memories.

The worst memory up to a certain point was losing her eye. The extreme amount of pain and trauma she received from having her eye cut out by Onslaught the Dragon was incredibly hard for her to deal with in the years following. Every bad change of temperature, itch in her socket that would irritate her, or just sometimes adjusting her perception to a situation too slowly would bring on lapses of the journey it took to rescue Seer, and all the sacrifices that it took. Not only did she lose her eye that day, but she blamed herself that she wasn't strong enough to kill Onslaught before her Uncle Bomba had to blow himself up to give them the chance they needed. Despite accomplishing their goal in saving her Uncle Seer, she also associates that accomplishment with too much failure.

The best memory Revy has to go back on is that of her 27th birthday party. After the Frost King's threat to Uskar was gone, and Adda was put into Hylian Prison far from her home, Boof was still in his healthy years, and her friends were raising families of their own, Revy felt truly content. It dawned on that for all the struggles they've gone through, that sitting in a living room with a mug of beer in her hand, everyone was content, happy, and at peace of mind. In this current moment there was no megalomaniacs that threatened them, or monster ready to bounce from the dark corners of the forest. It was that day she received the best gift in her life; a young girl thanking Revy for saving the life of her cat during the last assault of the Frost King's forces. When Revy feels down, she thinks back on this memory to know that every action of heroics and kindness, no matter how small, helps the world immensely.

Art by @tartulhouse

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Day 11 (Part 2?)

Well, that didn’t pan out as well as I thought it would :T. Though that’s fine! I got some more stuff from those around me, so they filled in the blanks (along with some coin tosses >w>;) Here’s the line-up! Age: 47 Gender: Male (Identifying As Such) Race: Dwarf Fandom: DnD (It counts!) Weapon: Spear

SOOOOOOO

Here’s what I got for this guy! 

  Throlus Nirsog was never one for easy living. As a youth, his days were spent helping his father when it came to the farm or cleaning with his mother when field-work was done. As he grew older he was encouraged to go out and find someone to become an apprentice under. Unfortunately for the young drawf, the caravan he took a ride on ended up being a target for a band of slavers. 

  ‘Young and stupid always make the best slaves!’ one of the bandits said while cutting down the driver. Of course, this might’ve been the biggest mistake that these thugs made that year. The ‘young and stupid’ bunch that had been riding were none-other than young men and women who were either: A. Too strong to kidnap(like Throlus), B. Had talents that would better serve them in the city or C. Were folks who were too unhinged to be kept at home. Some of these people even had weapons! Though it wasn’t as one-sided as either side hoped it would be, thanks to some tactical calls from one of the smarter of the caravan group, the youths managed to survive and avoid being taken as slaves. 

  This taste of combat would cause Throlus to reconsider his idea of going to take up a craft and instead practiced the art of combat. Not much is known about his time after he ‘finished’ his training, but when he did finally return to that town he was a changed man. 

Now in his late 40s, he is a traveling monk. He gives protection to those in need and his spear’s tip to those who have earned it.

[duhragonball]

OC-tober #4: War

I couldn’t decide what to do for “War”, since Luffa’s a mercenary by trade and most of the stories I’ve written about her deal with armed conflict.  So instead I considered what OC’s needed some attention and I ended up picking Keda, who sort of plays the role of Luffa’s sidekick from chapters 7 through 68 of my fanfic.

Keda is a Dorlun child, but she’s very smart.   Not like “I built a nuclear reactor from a toaster” smart, but like “I’m ten years old and I’m basically Luffa’s accountant.”  She’s a quick study, and if you put her in a difficult situation, she’ll study it until she finds a way to take charge.  Like the time she got stranded behind enemy lines during the invasion of Extraliga.  The invaders were rounding up aliens and taking them to a prison camp, but Keda snuck off, found a place to hole up, and started gathering maps and equipment to help the planet’s defenders in secret. 

“Secret” seems to be a recurring theme in my story.   As I thought back on Keda’s run in the fic, I remembered that she did a lot of heroic stuff, but almost no one knows about it, due to the Dorluns’ keeping a low profile.   They’re survivalists, so they don’t want potential enemies to learn about them, basically.  I didn’t exactly plan it out this way, but much of Luffa’s supporting cast, the ones most familiar with her adventures, are very private folks, and so they wouldn’t be writing tell-all books and telling lots of people about her.    When Luffa disappears from that era, everyone is left wondering who that was who did all that stuff, and the people who knew her best aren’t inclined to set the record straight.  

But on the flip side, Extraliga owes a great debt to Keda, and they don’t even know she existed.   I considered making this figure into a monument, except the Extraligans wouldn’t have known to make one, and Keda would prefer it that way.  Luffa remembers, but she’s stuck in the future, surrounded by people who don’t remember her, let alone her friends.

Anyway, I gave Keda a square-er face and a ponytail to help distinguish her from Zatte.   I used to worry about keeping those two distinct as characters, but Keda’s a little kid, and she’s a lot more careful and withdrawn than Zatte.   Drawing them both helps me understand that I got it right.  

[gdkllr-art]

@oc-growth-and-development oc-tober dump 1, ft my lauded “just give up and do it on onenote in the library” alternative style. 

this was “myth” and “grow”. in “grow”, he is but a babby- maybe 14 or 15. in “myth,” you need to simply imagine that he’s singing about heroics of legend. though in my defense, he does that a lot.

[x688plsloveme]

Ocs Time!!!

With another whumptober plus fallout 4-tober starting tomorrow, here's another refresher for my ocs using alohasushi's picrew

First up is Danai! The star of my very first posted fic, Blindsided! (It's a bad pun ik but I love puns so the name stays) She was born blind which makes it very hard to adjust the wasteland life after she de-thaws in Vault 111. Thank God for Codsworth and eventually Preston who helped her get used to the new world. She ends up helping the minutemen and eventually meets Hancock, whom she falls in love with. They find the railroad and decide to help them out too. Danai acts as a connection to both factions and they become allies. She wants nothing to do with the Brotherhood or the Institute but she still has peace talks with their leader - James. She absolutely despises him

James is the night to Danai's day. He grew up in the wasteland and had a VERY poor childhood resulting in him not trusting any human. He now only prefers the company of animals like Dogmeat or his pet albino Deathclaw, George. He has acquaintances but no one that he would hesitate should he have to kill them. Except Danai - he develops a very unhealthy obsession with her soon after they meet. He had just taken control of the Brotherhood and they met up for a peace talk. She intrigued him and he latched onto that. He eventually takes over the institute as well and decided he has enough power to take over the Commonwealth, betraying Danai's already brittle alliance by doing something very very bad and the war is afoot!

For the youngest of the bunch, we have Rubi! A mine tore off her left arm and leg when she was only sixteen, but her wealthy family (institute connections) hooked her up with some very nice prosthetics. She was very sheltered growing up and wanted to experience the world even after the accident so she ran away at 19. She quickly meets up with Danse's patrol and helps them out, earning a spot with the brotherhood. She helps James kill Maxson and take over the Brotherhood because she didn't want Danse to die and thought Maxson was a jerk for it. After that, she becomes the second in command.

Katie is the goody two-shoes of the Capital Wasteland. Mainly I wanted to write a childhood friends to lovers au with Butch and thought that canon is more like guidelines anyway. Her best friend besides Butch is Charon. After finding out about his situation, she did everything she could to make money so she could buy his contract. She wasn't exactly surprised to see Charon kill Azrukul but it was pretty shocking. Either way she had her money back and a new body guard. He was the most helpful to her, teaching her how to use guns other than pistols, keeping her relatively safe and fed on their adventures. They grew close enough that Charon no longer tensed up when she was near and started talking a lot more. Turns out, he has a very sarcastic sense of humour. She finds her dad and her twin sister after awhile and saves the wasteland

Speaking of the twin sister, Rese here is the meaner of the two. She didn't care for her sister's heroics and didn't want to live in her shadow after her glorious saving of the wastes thing, so she set out west. Eventually she finds herself in Nevada where she comes across a bloody and bleeding courier. Thinking that it would be an easy way to get a job, she takes the seemingly dead woman's clothes and heads to the location on the note, Primm. From there she takes an easy job as "Courier Six" and well. You know how that goes. She loses all of her memories except her name, but gains them back when she confronts Benny. She strives for independent Vegas because she has a hard time with authority. Besides that, everyone else is a terrible choice anyway

The real Courier Six, Roxie, was ambushed on her way to pick up a new job. She was saved by a traveling doctor near Novac and recovered quick. When she gets back to Primm, she is enraged to find out that someone took her job, no matter how sideways it went. She started tracking Rese down and the two get in many scuffles. When Rese starts to gain power, she decides to do the same and utilizes the mark of Cesar she got from Vulpes to join the Legion. Arguably the strongest single faction, it would be all too easy to kill Rese... right?

[thesquiddlesquad]

OC-tober day 7: Tender

I had the idea for this before I started OC-tober, and I felt it fit this day’s prompt so I wrote it.

@oc-growth-and-development

“I should be doing something useful,” Titania mumbled, shifting on the sofa. As soon as she tried to move, however, the dead weight of her own aching body dragged her back down. Even her eyelids felt heavier than the 40-seat bus she had thrown across a street just a few hours ago. It felt like she had to tap into her super strength just to move. And she couldn’t afford to do that. “Mm, maybe not. But you could. Don’t you have school work to do? Training exercises? Seeing your friends?”

“I want to do this.” Miranda’s reply was good-natured, but it was clear that she would not be dissuaded. All the same, Titania made one last attempt.

“I can still take off my own make-up.”

“I know.” Miranda’s smile was unwavering. “But it’s nice when someone else does it.” It was time to give in.

“Watch yourself with the bleach.”

“I’ve got gloves.” Titania had been right to assume there would be no arguing; the girl was already well prepared. She laid back and let her head sink into the cushion. Before long, she felt the cool moisture of the cloth against her skin, stripping away the thick mask of paste and powder that covered her face. She hadn’t expected such a soft, gentle touch – did Miranda not realise she couldn’t hurt her even if she tried? Whenever Titania removed her own make-up, it was with a very firm hand. It made for a quicker, more efficient job. This unnecessary carefulness tempted her to laugh, yet at the same time, she felt a lump in her throat.

“Do you want to hear about school?” Miranda’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Okay. Um… We had an English test. That was hard, but I think I did okay. Oliver tried to teach me to fly again, but I couldn’t do it. So far it’s only worked when it was some sort of emergency.”

“That makes sense. Extreme circumstances can bring out the best of our abilities. Even people without any powers have been known to lift cars because their loved ones were trapped underneath. I think it’s one of humankind’s best qualities.”

“If normal people can move cars,” said Miranda excitedly, “Imagine what you could lift.”

“Hm.” An image of Miranda trapped under a grounded cruise liner forced its way into her head. “I don’t feel like testing it.”

“Okay.” Miranda resumed her wiping. “So what did you do?”

“Got hit by a bus,” Titania said casually, a yawn creeping into her voice as she spoke. “An empty bus, thank goodness.”

“Wait, if it was empty, how did it…”

“It fell from a bridge.” She smiled. “Hammered me into the ground like a tent peg. I had to dig myself out.” It was an amusing story. Provided she didn’t mention those few minutes underground that had felt like hours, the threat of imminent suffocation, the specks of dirt and gravel invading her already weakened lungs. Those were unnecessary details.

“So that’s why your hands are so dirty.” Titania’s eyes snapped open and she stared down at her hands. Miranda was right: they were still covered in rubble dust.

“Oh no…” She sat up, looking around for any marks. “Have I got it on the couch?”

“Doesn’t matter – it’s an old sofa. It’s had loads of drinks spilt on it before. Here.” Miranda handed Titania the cloth. “I’ll get a fresh one to finish your face.” As she scrubbed the dirt from her hands, Titania felt Miranda place a tentative hand on her shoulder. She gave in and allowed herself to be gently pushed back onto the cushions. Somehow it still felt wrong to be doing nothing. She had never been content to be sit around when she could be doing something useful, but now she knew her time was running out, every wasted moment weighed heavily on her conscience. What did it matter if she was tired and in pain? Who cared if she made it worse through over-exertion? Her life would soon be over regardless – she should be wringing every last drop out of it while she still had the chance.

“Finished.” Miranda made one last dab at Titania’s cheek with the cloth before laying it down. Now was her chance to leave. She would thank Miranda, and she would go home, and she would spend the evening answering her fan mail, or washing her costume, or answering those long overdue emails from her PA. Suppressing the urge to groan, Titania propped herself up on her elbows and started to swing her legs off the sofa. “Oh! Uh…” Miranda got up and moved around to stand in front of her, tugging nervously at her plaits. “I um… got Wonder Woman on DVD last time I went shopping, and I thought maybe you might want to watch it with me?” Of course she wanted to. Right now, sinking back into the cushions of that comfortable sofa to watch a film with Miranda was so tempting it was almost painful. But she shouldn’t. She had to say no. She just had to look up at Miranda, and say ‘no thanks’. Just two words. Straightening up, Titania looked into the eyes of the expectant teenager.

“Go on then.” Oh. So much for heroic resolve; it was no match for kids with puppy dog eyes. Deciding that she might as well accept her fate, Titania shuffled sideways to make room on the couch for Miranda, and sank back into the cushions. Already, she could feel the looming threat of sleep. If she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t make it to the end of the film. Miranda slotted the DVD into the drive and perched on the sofa next to Titania.

“Have you seen this? It’s really good.” Titania smiled.

“Only twice.” But once more wouldn’t hurt.

Sitting there with Miranda in the dark living room, in the flickering light of the television screen, it was harder for Titania to think of all the other things she should be doing, or the things that could be going badly wrong out of her sight. A strange sort of peace had descended on the two of them, and when Titania’s eyelids began to close, she didn’t fight.

[mrneighbourlove]

OC-Tober: Day 5. OC as a Child

Revy was always a child full of wonder and excitement at almost any given situation she could get herself into. Her earliest years in Hyrule didn't influence her much, outside of the stories she was told of the great hero Link and all the various legends that surrounded his heroics.

When Revy moved to Glacier's Forge in Uskar, she was always keen to help her father and mother when not attending school. Once she was educated on the basics of life, she was quick to learn about sailing from her father and hunting from her step mother. Hunting, however, wouldn't be taken far until she was ready for the dangers that lurked in the frozen tundra.

When it came to interacting with other kids, Revy had a very extroverted personality. It didn't take too long for Direnor children to warm up to her, but Revy sometimes held some jealousy that she lacked their ability to shapeshift into animals. To make up for this ability, Revy was no stranger to trying to prove her own capabilities as a person. This often lead to her showing off whatever she could excel at, but she was taught to never devalue others as a result.

When she turned to her teenage years and the introduction of her mother came into her life, Revy trained her body and mind for the day she would face down Captain Adda to track down and rescue Seer. It was in her teenage years that she would also face some of her first real challenges. Fighting Frost Ones, keeping Liz and Lex's spirits up, and puberty.

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Day 11!

I wanna do something fun today as well as a little test to see how well I can do when given something to work with.

Create-a-Character! With Lief-Mun! In order, use the reply to give me one of the following (in order)(A little out of order is fine, just pay attention!)

-Age -Gender -Race -Fandom (I’ll message you if you got the Fandom call and I don’t know the fandom) -Weapon

I’ve limited it to five so I’m not waiting too long, speaking of, in two hours (after this is posted) I’ll close it off. Or I’ll close it off after all five are filled in.

It won’t be the longest, I’ll probs give a short descript (or design something) for them, give them a little background, and that’ll be the Day 11 thing, but I’ll revisit it at a later date to add even more to them. ^ ^

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Day 6!

Behold! The Edge(Design Wise)

Cross, the Six-Winged Scythe!

Cross was my first ever League OC, posted on the forums WAY back in the day. 

I’ve done a few things with Cross on this blog and for the funest or fun-facts, Cross was the main character of the blog before even the Nightmarist. I’ve updated him a few times, but since the most recent (two years ago), I haven’t touched his lore. I’ve debated on it and on giving him a better outfit.

Cross’s OGest of Lore was that he was originally from the same plane of existence as Kayle and Morg pre-reworks. He was actually a large part of what ended up being Rainald’s final version. The idea of him was that he was physically frail from having six wings, and due to his own magic, the wings were also a different color from the other angelic-looking beings so he was outcast. He couldn’t fight or really use offensive magic so he really had nothing to his name besides his wings. This is when he found his scythe, a magical weapon which gave him strength. I spent a lot of time dabbling if I was gonna just straight up have the sycthe be it’s own thing or not, and for the blog it was! ...Until it turned out to be that it was all the Nightmarist :x... Oops.

His second form was more my take on what a ‘Reaper’ might be (even though we have Kindred) if it was more traditional. Cross ended up being a bit of a mix from Thomas (I’ll get to him another day) and a bit of Thresh. If I were to make him again, I might drop the whole ‘Scythe’ thing together since the only reason I even made him was to create a legit scythe wielder for League. He was created before Kayn, and yet the forums were only gone sometime after Kayn HMMMMMM!??! WHERE’S MY ROYALTIES RITO!? Jokes aside, I was happy when I saw Kayn being an actual Scythe-wielder instead of the scythe being a catalyst of some type. 

If I update him again or try to remake him into something better, I’m gonna have to make him Fandomless or I’m gonna have to create an entire League-Esqe Angel System or something like it. I might build up off of my Braum’s religion. Chances are I’m gonna also change up the weapon, though that’s more than likely something I’ll expand on later this month. Seeing him again has made me wanna update him XD

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Day 1

I have a few pictures of him buuuuutttt

Meet Rainald Highwater!

Rainald is my first true Fandomless OC that I incorporated into League due to his magic/powers. He’s the first one I had a big ship with and ended up going single-ship with (and he’s still happily single-shipped to this day ^ ^). 

He’s gone through a bit of a minor change since his first iteration, aged up a bit, some gruff, some more background info, and a number of other things.

Rain is also the first character I gave a really big world/background on. He’s my honest pride and joy, alongside Lief and the Nightmarist. I even wish I could incorporate some of him into Lief and Jack’s backgrounds, but that’d just be complicated XD.

I’m willing to take any and all questions regarding him for the rest of the day, if anyone’s curious, though I figure seeing his character sheet helps paint a good idea about him.

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Day 21!

Thomas Reborn!

//Beneath the cut due to length :x

Thomas was not the man you expected him to really be, given the way he presented himself and how he acted. His appearance, the way he kept and held himself, the way he spoke, everything pointed to him being of a higher class or even royalty. Though this was all just a mask to hide his true nature, a Gentleman Thief. 

Thomas would arrive in an area and dress himself up in what the local aristo-class was wearing, slowly make friends in the right places, and after several months of ingraining himself into any important cliques, he began his planning. Since this was a one-man job, he had to have everything staged just right for his heist. Perhaps the most taxing was convincing his target to host a party and then figuring out a way for all invited to gather with valuables. Everything afterwards was easy, even faking his own death. Of course, this would result in Thomas being his own murderer and bringing about tales of the ‘Black Robed Killer’, who could only be seen on the eve of fancy parties.

Once he had acquired his ‘wealth’, he would travel far away towards the Thieves’ Guild and leave a portion of his wealth there with the same message each time ‘Spread it among those who need. If by a weeks’ time I see my gifts have not been given as per instructed, your base will be next.’ 

However, since Thomas continued to use the Thieves Guild to distribute what he’d obtained, those in law enforcement (who worked with them) were struggling to keep their deeds hidden. Too much money was circulating, and too much of the poor and common class people were able to recover and stabilize thus threatening the whole area with a possible change in just ‘who’ the ruling class was. This ruffled the right people and soon enough, detectives were hired to find and track down just who was giving out all these ‘donations’ and why. Though, the why never really mattered since the one behind it all would be killed. Though thievery doesn’t normally warrant the death sentence, the fact that this mystery thief was doing it so often and then giving THEIR wealth to peasants was enough to rile up a large number of aristos.

Every single detective quit after a week of looking into these cases, since all deemed it impossible for EVERYONE to fall for it being the same person over and over. Thomas never hid his name, he’d always introduce himself with his first name. Yet, everyone, every last higher up fell for it, even with prior warnings and rumors spreading! ‘There is no way all of that work could be done by one man!’ they say. Even those cautious of him or with plans to ‘foil him once and for all!’ end up in the same trap. The only detective that stayed was one who seemed to know Thomas.

Despite the money thrown his way to give up any and all information to the authorities, the man refused stating ‘If I’m going to catch my old friend. I’m doing it my way, and if you interfere in any way... I’ll just leave the country and you’ll be plagued by Thomas until his dream comes true. Have me killed and the secrets die with me, have my tortured, Thomas will find out and you’ll have a murderer AND a thief on your hands, and if the man who’s opened so many locked doors becomes a violent one... heh, well, you’ll see.’ He would pause. ‘Once I catch him, however, you’re free to do with him as you please.”

With that, the game of cat and mouse began and would go on well until the two were in their 40s. Though after 20 long years and changes made to society, Thomas was finally caught in the act. Just as he had left the city, his old friend showed up behind him and said ‘Well well well... after so long, you finally didn’t check behind you while you fled the city with your... ‘body’, eh Mr. Black Robed Killer?’ “Heh, so this is how our game ends? The one time I don’t toss my loot and ‘body’, is the one time you catch me ‘in the act’?” ‘I’m afraid so... and I told those blue-bloods that they were free to do with you what you want.’ “And did you get yourself protection from their wrath?” ‘I’ll be gone before they even think about it.’ “For your sake, I hope your right... I’ll come back as a specter if I have to and become the nightmare those royals will never be rid of. Their children’s children will have nightmares of me.” ‘Heh, we’ll see, now come on. It’s time to face the music.’

Despite Thomas coming in peacefully and being delivered right to those who’d requested, not all would be well. The thief had quite the mouth and those who he’d robbed demanded that he bit cut so he could no longer speak without risk of tearing his mouth further. This didn’t stop him from smiling and hummed a little tune to pass the time till he was executed. However, on the day of his death a ‘present’ was put in front of him, and finally, his victims could see a pained look on his face as he saw his friend’s head in a box. With a closing of his eyes, he looked right into the eyes of those gathered to watch him be killed and said this “You will regret your actions on this day for generations to come. You had me and all you needed was to let him go, but your desire for bloodlust and vengeance have now done something you will never atone for. You’d better hope you bury me deep in the earth to give yourselves just a little extra time before I come back and show you how wrong you were for making our game conclude with no victor, you will remember Thomas-” THUNK!

The thief’s head went rolling before all, and yet no cheers were heard, not a peep from the crowd... just cold sweat and worried glances exchanged as his words echoed in their minds.

No one had ever stopped to question why the detective was so adamant in not sharing his task with any one else, or why Thomas always worked alone. No one stopped to ask why, despite the 20 year chase, the thief just gave himself up without a fight or a grand final heist. It turns out that long ago, in an alley slum where only street-rats can thrive, that two young boys ran into a strange man who looked like he’d been part of a circus. He’d offer them a treat, a game they could play where both could thrive. Though, if neither of them won by the time they declared their game over, the man would return to the ‘Thief’ to grant him one request. 

Needless to say, everyone who witness the end of Thomas knew what his request would be. The warnings of the detective went ignored. Now, a man returned with the power to steal the very essence that resides in all, roams the country. He looks for riches to steal, he looks for lives to cut short, and ‘More guests to be lead to the Circus of Smiles~’

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Day 20!

“It is... difficult being a merchant given what my people look like and the fear we hold deep inside,” He would begin while staring up at the sky for a moment. “Honestly, the scariest part of this all has to be the first attempt made. Nerves were struck so badly I couldn’t much besides rely on my instincts to just roar and present myself as a threat. If not for that man, I really don’t believe I could’ve overcome the deeply ingrained fear in my being.” 

“Yet here I am, telling you my tale of how I came to be... well, this,” He gestures to his current outfit and looks towards his weapon with a small smile. “Honestly, being a merchant would’ve been a monumental achievement all it’s own, but to be an adventure and under the watchful eye of Desna? I really couldn’t be happier... Ah, but you’re not here to listen to me prattle on. Though where do I begin? ...Ah! I have an idea.”

“Ahem... So, it first started in my early aged life, when I could go off and do things all my own. I knew of the stories, of the tales, allll the warnings, and so much. Yet...a part of me longed to branch out and discover more. I even had a dream that I could be the bridge my people needed to conquer our fear. Anyway, it happened one day when a caravan broke down near where I was collecting some fruit. Remember how I spoke of ‘being so nervous I just roared and presented myself as a threat’? Yeah, that was to a group of armed guards. Funny enough... it was the captain of the guards, a really grizzled man with the look of someone who’d seen combat more than enough to guess I wasn’t as threatening as I appeared. He tells me ‘Calm down now. We mean you no harm... perhaps we could share a meal together and discuss things?’ 

To say I was close to fainting wouldn’t be too much of a stretch! Ha ha! Ahhh... Though it was his invitation that allowed me to overcome my first hurdle... kinda. I hid behind a tree and offered one of the fruits to the captain, his men standing so far behind him. He took the fruit and, Desna as my witness, he nearly bit the thing in half! The moment of silence after eating it though felt like years, but the burp afterword I’ll remember for the rest of my life. It made me laugh and eliminated any fear in me... for him at least, and I ended up stepping out from behind the tree to greet them properly.”

He’d give a small pause and look towards the ground with a smile. “From there, life spiraled into a number of brand new experiences and a whole world opened up before me. The owner of the caravan took me on as an apprentice merchant and slowly I began to be the link between my people and them. I still remember the look on my father’s face when I brought him such odd trinkets and said ‘I got them from some strangers!’. His jaw could’ve burrowed into the ground if it dropped any lower! Once things got rolling though... that’s where my life took another turn.”

“I went onto a boat, destined for a whole new land, and to say I was just a bundle of nerves and worries would be the understatement of the year. It was so bad that I actually ended up overboat! My teacher and the old guard tried to save me, but I just sank... and that’s when I discovered the where my bloodline lead as well as heard her voice. My goddess whispered to me as my eyes closed, telling me to open them and discover what had been kept locked away from my family for such a long time. An undine’s blood flowed in my veins and I ended up swimming up and showing off my abilities to my friends! They were all shocked, but after a bit we all started to laugh and I told them what had happened. The old told me that I was more than likely able to become a champion since I heard the voice of the goddess, and when I asked what that would mean for me, he just smiled and said ‘A whole new world is about to open up for you. Just remember you always have a guild and home to go back to.’ And then, after quite a long trek, I discovered what I needed to, learned the ways of combat, and discovered what my goddess is all about and now... now I am a Champion of Desna, looking for my next adventure... and maybe if there are people sleeping who could use my help.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Though, you already know that I’m one of her chosen, that’s why you sought me out right? I commend your bravery for coming to me despite my visage and thank you. Now rest your body near-by and I shall see what I can do. If anything, I’ll grant you one night’s good sleep and then escort you to town. Maybe there will be a temple to her grace there and you can get the proper help you need.”

//Really proud of this one! This is my Goloma Champion! I have no name or age for him just yet, but once I learn how old this race can be, I’ll more than likely add that (and his name) to his sheet. What did you guys think though? I really like having the character explain their backstory to omit what they want and keep in details they paid attention to. Also, beneath the cut is how Goloma’s look!(My guy looks like the top one)

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OC-Tober Day 13!

Tatsumi & Hiro!

From the cringy-past! I introduce Tatsumi, one of my oldest and dumbest OCs with a changing backstory that never really changed unless I was roleplaying with someone in DMs.

Tatsumi’s past was always had one thing the same: Lost village and missing siblings. He was always a nomad or a wanderer and yet somehow still had a small cabin in the woods he’d always return to between visiting areas. His powers were based off Darkness or whatever I found cool at the time. In all the ‘roleplays’ I ever did with him, he never really found his family and got heavily distracted by whomever he was newly acquainted with.

Despite this, I still went and continued to use him as my ‘main’ OC. However, I did slowly begin to shift away from him and more turned to the name and idea of Hiro.

Hiro was a much better character to play since I kept his lore vague and what he does simple. He was either a Wind user or just commanded the whole list of elements and he’d wander around looking to help people. He was a much happier character too compared to Tatsumi’s edgelord attitude and approach.

I may remake these two and give them static looks, lore, and abilities... they kinda deserve it since I’ve used them for so long. I hope they can be redeemed through a better, less edgy, me. :3

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OC-Tober Day 5!

The Nightmarist! Kaibutsu

I decided to go for one of the old members of this blog. 

Here’s the first version.

Like a lot of my OCs, once the design was set I tried my best to go and craft more for them. This look evolved bit by bit having about three other versions before I settled on one.

The reason he ended up like that is due to my natural edginess that comes with being a teen/young adult, though I also felt like this fit the best since I’ve always liked wings.

The Nightmarist was originally a Punisher type of character I came up with after I saw a couple of comics with rather sad/dour things or just evil winning out far more often than I liked. SNAFU had two comics in particular that caused me to wanna write for this character. Grim Tales from Down Below and the one with all the Cartoon Network characters(I can’t remember the name :x)

I had him as a comfort character to use to write situations where he stops the bad thing from happening or just prevents it from ever occurring. He also, very harshly, punishes those who cause the wrong. I know I wrote Rainald as my first Fandomless, and I stand by that, but if you wanna get technical, he’s the first fandomless (though he’s more of a concept/idea than a full character). It was only after I introduced him to the League fandom/community that he truely became a character and he was more a League OC than anything. It was only after Rainald and Lief that I decided to make him into something more. And, if I remember correctly, it was after I made Rainald’s whole universe that I wanted to sit down and make one for the Nightmarist. 

The Nightmarist wasn’t even the Final Final version of the character. The God Kaibutsu, ended up being the OG and was written as a God of Justice. The Nightmarist are creatures he creates to watch over and help maintain balance on the planets he oversees. This one in particular was infected by the very thing that had taken over the mind of one of Kai’s fellow Gods, The Smile. 

The Smile is actually something that both Jack and Lief have a small portion of inside of them. It effectively gives the children a minor enhancement without the downsides of, well, insanity/evil urges in the name of bringing Smiles. The Ringmaster, who was also from Kai’s universe, ended up playing a huge role in both Jack and Lief’s lore later on down the line. 

I don’t use him nearly as much I used to anymore, the perks of having patience to watch villains get their comeuppance even if it takes a long time, I still love the design and the world around him. I still like the idea of using those characters/designs in other stories I think up. 

Sadly, he’s not the most fun to RP since the excuses I made up to limit his power weren’t he best/didn’t allow for much growth. The God who spawned him or playing more with his Smile Infection could’ve done more, but ultimately he serves his purpose better as a plot device or a form of Boogeyman.

Sorry for the long post but I hope you enjoy it and enjoy the art! One of the first pieces I’ve ever had done! ^ ^

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OC-Tober Day 25!

Using up my final skip day today. Sorry, creative juices are empty right now! XP

I’ll be back tomorrow with something better, hopefully. 

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OC-Tober Day 24

Meet Cross’ Hauntling! (Iknowitsacopoutshhhh)

Cross’ Hauntling is a normal one, nothing too special about it besides the fact that it’s still in it’s Tier 1 stage. 

It’s official name is Skully, which is short for Skullinton Flamberge Esquire the Fifth. Cross wonders if he could put an outfit or a little hat on his buddy without it burning up, but he also doesn’t wanna risk getting something for him just to watch it burn, it could make Skully sad. 

The idea to give him a Little Legends was something I’d been playing around with in my head for a while. Though I’m sure it’d be a fun thing to have a character with a little legend, I think it’d be a bad idea on Rito’s part to have the little legend change based on the one you have equipped. I bring this up because I did have an idea to add that to Cross’ new lore, but the idea of leaving it vague didn’t sit well with me and for some little legends, I very HIGHLY doubt that anyone would turn away something like a Furyhorn.

Skully is able to stay with Cross, despite how fast he can fly, since he’s bonded with Cross and can ‘reappear’ by his side at whim (kinda like in ARAM when you get KOed).

Despite being a Hauntling, Skull can eat and does eat with Cross. He’s unsure what’s a good diet for his little friend, but as long as he looks fine and acts alright, he’s cool with letting him eat whatever. 

Skully’s flames can and will change after eating certain things.