#OC: Fengjian

[ocs-res]

Fengjian: I sleep with a gun under my pillow

Yujian: I sleep with a knife

Nikolai: Both of you are pathetic

Yujian: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Nikolai: Mizuki

[kidd-thundr]

Making a post to remember everyone in the MK RP

MK RP MASTERLIST

@sorceressoflight - MK1 Union of Light Shang Tsung/ Light

@jacqui-da-briggy - MK11 Jacqui Briggs

@kidd-thundr - MK1 Raiden

@lord-raiden - MK11 Lord Raiden

@darklordraiden - MK11 Dark Raiden

@leenakahnums - MK1 Mileena

@fanprincess - MK11(/Titan) Kitana/MK1 Kitana

@firelordliukangofficalaccount - MK1 Lord Liu Kang

@earthrealms-chosen-1 - MK11 Liu Kang/MK11 Fire God Liu Kang

@liukangdefenderofearthrealm - MK2021 Liu Kang

@liukangandkunglaosister - Shi Yong, MK1/MK11 OC

@thekingofsmoke - MK1 Smoke/Tomas Vrbada

@cold-nights-in-fengjian - Zephyr, MK1 OC

@earthly-diva-delovely - Josephine Delovely, MK11/MK2021 OC

@theharbringerofsouls - MK1 Titan Shang Tsung/ Titan

@halfvampiresleepyhead - Akito Valentine, MK2021 OC

@thebetterliukang - MK11 Revenant Liu Kang

@thegreatestkunglao - MK1 Kung Lao

@freaksorcerer - MK1 Quan Chi

@cassiesinacage - MK11 Cassie Cage

@the-cager - MK1 Johnny Cage

@the-razor-hat-man - MK11 Kung Lao

@bloodysakuraflowers - MK1 Vampire Kung Lao

@redstainedivy - MK1 Order of Darkness Kung Lao

@thundergodlraiden - MK11 (Vampire?) Lord Raiden

@officersonya - MK11 Sonya Blade

@vampireraid3n - MK1 Vampire Raiden

@sc0rching-fury - MK11 Hanzo Hasashi

@itswindyhereright - MK11 Lord Fujin

@thespiritscallstous - MK11 Nightwolf

@sobbingfqng - Xiao Yan, MK1 OC

@wanderingsaibot - Sai the Wraith, MK1 OC

@revengeful-lieutenant-reiko - MK1 Lieutenant Reiko

@sakvrasouls - MK2021 Kung Lao

@unclekano - MK11 Kano

@chosenone1960 - MK1995 Liu Kang

@theblackfuckindragon - MK2021 Kano

@shirai-ryu-twink - Xiaoran, MK1 OC

@your-soul-is-m1ne - MK1 Shang Tsung

@kurtis-stryk3r - MK1 Kurtis Stryker

@hydra-of-trygus - Hydra,MK1 OC

@tanya-the-umgadi - MK1 Tanya

@xinye-and-xiu-kang - Xinye Kang and Xiu Kang, MK1 OCS

@wielder-of-sent0 - MK1 Kenshi Takahashi

@not-so-lovely-astra - Astra Delovely, MK1 OC

@thedevilyouforgot - Akari, MK1 OC

@netherrealms-princess-amarantha - Amarantha, MK1 OC

@j03y-the-tr4shb04t - Josephine Delovely, MK1 OC

@chilledtothekore - MK11 Frost

@kooritarkatan-r4y - Esmeray Williams, MK11 OC

If I forgot anyone or if corrections are needed PLEASE let me know!!

[crispy-bonnie]

Hikari Arasawa (MK1 OC)

a singular person @mothergoose90 cOUGH COUGH expressed interest in my silly little oc so now i'm making this lore post because i can :)

the ref i made is a little bit half-assed bc i couldn't be bothered to make a turnaround or anything . might do it later tho

also i forgot to add it to the color palette but their eyes are dark brown

Earthrealm | Shapeshifter | Artist

✨(energy) 🌀(chaos)

From the night sky, Hikari emerged as a fallen star into Earthrealm, possessing unique powers and an unclear purpose. With no home or family, Hikari attempted to fend for themself all alone, but they finally found a home as they were taken under Madam Bo's wing. They may not have found their purpose, but the light that guided them knew that this was only the beginning.

BACKSTORIES AND PERSONALITY UNDER THE CUT

Personality

Hikari is rather shy and withdrawn, often avoiding conflict at any given moment. Nobody really hears them talk, so it often catches people by surprise whenever they actually use their voice. This doesn't mean they're entirely anti-social, seeing as whenever they open up to people, they become a lot more chatty and bright.

Backstory

Hikari has two versions of their backstory, as they're more of an open-ended character — a self insert, a blank canvas for me to write whatever I want. This isn't just a choice as a creator and stuff, but also part of their lore as well.

As I mentioned in my Kombatober angst post, an outer force had reset the timeline. That outer force is me, rewriting the story for my own indulgence. It's like if our fanfics and fan-created stuff actually applied to the MK1 universe. I like to reimagine scenarios and storylines in my head, so I applied doing that to the timelines as 'resetting it'. Nobody recollects these resets in the timeline, not even Geras or Liu Kang. Hikari can only faintly remember or recognize events from previous timeline events, but it's a very blurry memory and it's not enough to actually have any weight for them and they never retain these memories long enough for them to piece everything together.

VERSION 1

Nobody really knows Hikari's origins. They literally just fell from the sky and landed in some forest in America. They spent a good chunk of their childhood fending for themself, often finding drawing as an escape from their unfortunate situation.

At around the age of 10, Hikari ends up getting stuck on a cargo boat after looking for food. The boat ended up in China, where they had to once more navigate their strange new place. They eventually find themself in Fengjian, where Madam Bo spots them trying to steal food from the kitchen. She takes them in as her adopted child, raising her alongside Sektor (familiar story, am I right?)

VERSION 2

Hikari falls from the sky (still with unknown origins) but is a full-grown adult rather than a child or something. They land in the Wu Shi academy and is taken in by Liu Kang. He introduces them to the Lin Kuei brothers and becomes recognized as an unofficial member of the clan, seeing as Bi-Han didn't see the value in their powers like others did.

[ishimaru-suprimacy]

Mortal Kombat oc whatt :0

Anway oc lore now:

-he was raised to become a earth realm protector and basically spent most of his life in wu shi academy and in fengjian village

-he loved hanging out with Kung Lao but sorta just saw Raiden as competition and draining Kung lao down, he ended up pushing kung lao away with his behavior

-As he grew up he also got the test (like the one with the lin kuai in kung laos mk1 chapter) but he failed over and over again and finally got deemed not worthy enough

-In the end he ends up betraying earth realm and basically working like a spy for shang tsung also getting attached (shang tsung does not care for bro 😭🙏)

-he acts really snoby and better then everyone but easily gets attached when theres someone he likes also hes kindaa a shitty person and also kinda manipulative (aw shucks)

-also he likes dragons :3

-also he has internalized homophobia cus haha i wanted to add that

-spoiler ig??: he either gets killed by shang tsung or kung lao ill decide laterrr

[the-oc-lass]

fuck if we ball

HEY WHO WANTS TO SEE/HEAR ABOUT MY MORTAL KOMBAT (specifically 1) OC? Her name is Kang Lia (surname first) and I’ve got lots of shit about her written down, but I shan’t write too much here if no one wants to hear. HOWEVER. Some of her intros that I’ve written for her with other characters:

Raiden: I do always look forward to our fights, Li. 

Kang Lia: Flattery will get you many places with me, dearest, but it will not get you victory.

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Kang Lia: Do you not recall the last time you tried to fight me with that hat? 

Kung Lao: Do not worry about me, Lia. I will not make the same mistakes twice.

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Kang Lia: I see that look in your eyes. Do I fluster you, Tomas? 

Smoke: Who would not fluster under a gaze as piercing as yours, Kang Lia?

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Kang Lia: Call me princess again and your ass will be royally kicked.

Johnny Cage: I’m shaking in my designer shoes, princess.

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Scorpion: The skill you demonstrated in Osaka was impressive, but do not let it grow your ego. 

Kang Lia: What I’m hearing is that you think I fight well.

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Kenshi: You are one of the finest warriors I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, Kang Lia.

Kang Lia: Don’t let the others hear you say that. They’ll say you’re feeding my ego.

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Kang Lia: Should you ever feel inclined to visit, I would be happy to show you my favorite places in Fengjian.

Reptile: Perhaps I will take you up on that offer.

[guardianofthedawn]

Mortal Kombat Deity! AU: The Gods

I finally got around to finishing up the foundations for the gods in my AU. I’m pretty happy with what I’ve got so far, and my OC makes an appearance too.

(For my post about the demigods, check here: The Demigods.)

Geras, the Eon

As old as time itself, Geras is considered a Primordial, and is the impartial observer of the world’s movements and machinations. His role is to keep time moving without any hindrances or glitches.

He appoints new gods each era based on the way they acted in their past lives, watching them live through the Hourglass (an entity separate to his chronomagic.)

A sucker for fine arts, Geras can usually be found wandering in museums and art galleries whenever he chooses to visit the mortal plane.

Liu Kang, the Creator

As the god of creation, Liu Kang shares an interesting power balance with Geras - while Creation requires Time to complete, Time cannot exist without Creation.

In the mortal plane, his main motifs are a pair of dragons - one of them breathing fire - to symbolise how he can be benevolent and malevolent; a large statue of this motif sits in the centre of the village he patrons.

The villagers of Fengjian have chosen him to be their patron god, at the request of his demigods in the Defenders of Earthrealm.

Shang Tsung and Tora, the Cycle of Life and Death

Shang Tsung represents death and has the moniker “Lifestealer”, Tora represents Life and has the moniker “Lifegiver”.

Both of them are responsible for the collection and transfer of souls to their next resting place - the mortal plane represents their power to do this using skulls and butterflies.

The mortal plane also represents them as twin snakes coiled at the base of Liu Kang’s statues to symbolise their protection of him and their readiness to strike unpredictably.

Sub-Zero and Scorpion, the Seasons

Brothers in charge of their respective season and Grandmasters of the groups that carry out the transition - Sub-Zero leads the Lin Kuei as the Winter cohort, Scorpion leads the Shirai Ryu as the Summer cohort. They have a third brother, Smoke, who represents the transition between the seasons.

They each have temples in the realm of the gods in a place called Season’s End; Sub-Zero’s stands taller while Scorpion’s covers more ground as apt representations of their temperatures.

The mortal plane has two festivals a year - one to commemorate each season - where they make offerings in the hope that these appease the Seasons so that they aren’t so harsh when their time comes.

Sindel, the Judge

As the embodiment of judgement, Sindel assesses the souls that are then passed on to Shang Tsung and Tora for appropriation.

She has two daughters, Mileena and Kitana - demigods who rule the mortal plane. She refuses to acknowledge Mileena’s Tarkat condition.

Her hair is both her weapon and her main vanity.

[bloodskinandteeth]

actually i want desire + wylla, xinbei, AND celia thank u mwah

since i already answere desire for wylla, i'm gonna just do xb and celia :) mwah

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Xinbei is currently conflicted by her two greatest desires. One being making up for lost time in Outworld by reconnecting with her mother and sisters, fulfilling her role as crown princess and helping to protect Edenia and Earthrealm through kombat. Her other more secret desire is to return to how things were before; before she knew her true identity and before learning about the threat to her home and loved ones. 

Although it’s impossible, she most wants to go back to when things were simpler in Fengjian Village with her friends and Madame Bo. Xinbei dreams often of what life would be like having a peaceful future with Kuai Liang but keeps this kind of foolishness to herself. Though on quiet nights and mornings, when she lay with Kuai she will find herself whispering these desires to him in a half-wakeful state.

She would kill for her desires, definitely, because often they’re for the greater good. Hell, Xinbei would sacrifice herself even if it meant those she cared for could live peacefully. As for her secret desire, that would only come true if she had power like Liu Kang, so she tries not to dwell on it.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Celia’s desires are somewhat of an enigma, they change as her need for survival and control does. For many years it was escaping the basement she was imprisoned in, after that her desire is a strange cocktail of wanting revenge on her captor, to control her impulsive bloodlust and, unexpectedly, the approval of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Celia’s personality is very secretive, she finds it hard to trust and thus always plays her cards close to her chest even to those want what’s best for her. To a degree she doesn’t even trust herself, and thus isn’t open with her desires unless she’s certain she can get her way.

As far as fulfilling those desires… the thing with Celia is that the beginning of her story is very fleshed out but I haven’t finessed the details of how her arc completes itself, so much of her desires will likely change. Celia herself almost doesn’t know what she wants, which makes it hard to achieve fulfilment. 

[bihansthot]

Can you write a story of how your OC first met Bi Han? I’m curious & most stories I’ve read about him always had a relationship already but not how it started. Thank you! Also your work is great!

Thank you so much for the request and the compliment lovely! I’ve danced around the story of how Bi-Han and I met and alluded to it here and there over the years but I suppose I’ve never really told the full story. It all started 15 years ago when I graduated college, obviously, this is a fictional story but it’s based on my actual background. There’s no warning for this story it’s purely an innocent first meeting, there’s a bit of fluff maybe. 🥰

The year is 2008 and I had just graduated from the University of Michigan with my dual bachelor’s of Arts in Asian Studies and Japanese. I was excited but scared at the same time, I had spent the last four years living out my dreams in a safe and happy environment away from my very emotionally abusive, narcissistic, alcohol-dependent mother and now I had to face her again. I wasn’t fortunate enough to find a job right out of college so I had to move to Florida, somewhere completely foreign to me as my parents had retired and moved during my Senior year. I was motivated and determined not to stay any longer than I had to so I began hunting for jobs right away. My Japanese teacher had always encouraged me to be an English teacher in Japan and after spending my Junior year abroad at Nagoya Gakuin University I was very eager to go back to Japan. I wanted to see my friends, to see my crush to maybe finally have the courage to confess my feelings to him which I had been too shy to do when I was there at school. As fate would have it though I would keep getting turned down over and over for teaching English in Japan ironically because I spoke Japanese too well and companies were worried I wouldn’t be a good enough English teacher when I could communicate with the students in their native language.

Months went by and things between my Mother and I got worse and worse, my eating disorder from high school resurfaced in a desperate attempt to gain my mother’s approval. Through very unhealthy eating habits and excessive working out, I dropped almost 110 pounds in the year I was stuck at home with my parents. I was working at a local grocery store while I kept applying to companies to live abroad, finally after months and months of waiting one got back to me. I was elated, but there was only one catch, they wanted me to teach English in a tiny rural village in China, Fengjian was the name, which meant nothing to me because I had certainly never heard of it. In a move that shocked even me I jumped at it, terrified of change or anything unknown little Sol emphatically agreed to the teaching position in a heartbeat. The company would cover my living expenses, school expenses, and food expenses plus pay me a stipend on top of all that just to teach adorable little Chinese middle schoolers English. It felt like the answer to my prayers, the only problem was leaving my Dad. As bad as things were with my Mother, I loved my Father dearly and the idea of being so far from him indefinitely scared me, especially since just a few years prior he had a heart attack. I gathered my courage though and decided for my sake I had to put myself first for once and get away from my awful home life.

My parents were of course surprised with my decision, they weren’t surprised I was moving abroad to teach English, but they were surprised I was going to China and not Japan. They tried to talk me out of it but my mind was made up and I couldn’t be swayed. The next few weeks were kind of a blur as I got rid of things and sold things and packed everything important to me into two big suitcases. My parents took me to the airport and I bid my mother a farewell and sobbed as I hugged my father and told him goodbye. The flight was insane and had so many different transfers, first I flew to my home away from home Detroit then Detroit to Narita, Narita to Guangzhou and then I had to take the bus through the picturesque countryside for what seemed like an eternity until I finally arrived in Fengjian. I had traveled well over 24 hours and was completely exhausted when I arrived but I couldn’t rest yet. I arrived in a beautiful little village made of picturesque wooden houses that looked like they hadn't been touched since the Ming dynasty. My heart lurches at the beauty as I’m reminded of watching Fushigi Yuugi countless times with my best friend when we were in high school. “Oh how proud my little Miaka would be of me,” I whisper to myself taking in the beautiful surroundings, breathing the fresh mountain air. I am suddenly unsure what to do, I have the school’s contact information and my landlady’s number but my phone doesn’t work here. Just as I’m about to panic though an individual introduces themselves to me in slightly broken English indicating they are from the company I work for. They actually sent a local to pick me up from the bus station and get me settled in. I was elated and followed them dragging my heavy suitcases behind me as we quietly wound our way through the lovely little village. We climbed up the bank of the beautiful riverfront to a quaint dwelling, I was immensely grateful for their help with my lovely landlady Mrs. Fong who spoke very little English but did have an adorable Pekingese. Once I was finally in my little apartment on the hillside, overlooking the beautiful, slow-moving river that ran through the little village I passed out despite my stomach’s angry protests.

The first few months were lonely and exhausting, everything seemed so overwhelming. I was in the middle of nowhere, in a village where no one had met a foreigner before, and was unable to speak the language. It made everything complicated, it was my day off and I decided to go to the marketplace and try and find my favorite snack for lunch. I had managed to pick up a few very basic phrases thanks to my fellow teachers and with the help of Mrs. Fong, I did feel a little guilty about not seeing Madame Bo but I promised I would visit her for dinner. She was always so kind to me and was one of the few people in town who could speak a fair amount of English. If it weren’t for Mrs. Fong and Madame Bo I probably would have given up and gone back to America but I persisted, even with the complexities of the long hours my job required of me and the language barrier it was still so much better than life in America. “Alright, Mrs. Fong told me there was an uncle in the market who sold the best char siu bao, and today’s the day I’m going to find him!” I give myself a pep talk before grabbing my keys and mini backpack and heading out the door.

I follow the beautiful river until I’m in the heart of the village and make my way toward the market, I have been there a handful of times but I usually only visited the butcher and the noodle lady, finding the prepared food was a new adventure. I weave in and out of the crowded streets and stalls, all too familiar with the shock and awe a tall, busty, platinum blonde causes in China. I look around everywhere for the food stalls before clumsily asking one of my fellow patrons, “char siu bao,” I ask and mime the action of eating one. The old man looks me up and down and just grins lecherously, thankfully for me though a kindly old woman had overheard my query and steers me away from him and points me in the right direction. I look around at the stall before I spy the one I’m looking for, I may not be able to speak Chinese but that doesn’t mean I can read a fair deal of it since Japanese borrows much of their written language from Chinese. I make my way over to the cart and hold two fingers up as I repeat my simplistic phrase before adding “qing” to it. The middle-aged man smiles and asks for 6 yuan and I open my purse to start to count out the coins

It’s not long before I hear what sounds like cursing and angry Chinese coming from the man behind me. Worried I was taking too long to count my change I turned around to mumble “duibuqi duibuqi,” to him what I was not expecting was to face to chest with this man. I’m startled, to say the least as I was around the same height as most men in the village, I look up and I’m certain my jaw hangs slack as I’m looking at the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. His jet black hair wound back into a tight bun, his ethereal ice blue eyes staring down at me as he slams two yuan down on the stall and grabs my bao plus another two. He hastily forces mine into my hands as he stuffs one in his mouth and drags me away from the stall. “I, I wha? What’s happening?!” I exclaim struggling in his freezing cold grasp as he pulls me to the little plastic stools by the roadway.

“That asshole was charging you six times over just because you’re a clueless foreigner,” his gruff, deep voice all but snarls, as he bites off a large mouthful of the fluffy, sweet bao.

“I, what? For-for real? What a creep! Th-thank you,” I reply softly and I can feel my cheeks flushing with color as talk with this handsome stranger who shockingly spoke perfect English.

“You’re new around here, aren’t you? Name’s Sub-Zero, you must be the English teacher my brothers were talking about seeing at Madame Bo’s,” he deduces in the two minutes of talking to me.

“That obvious huh? Yup, that’s me. I’m Sol, I teach English at the middle school up the road. I go to Madame Bo’s pretty often but I think I would have remembered someone like you there before,” I mumble enjoying another bite of my bao, trying not to embarrass myself too much.

“Unfortunately I, mm work more than my brothers do and have little time for fraternizing at Madame Bo’s,” he chooses his words carefully as he answers, his eyes shifting slightly as he speaks.

“Oh? What do you do? Anything fun?” I ask innocently enough, enjoying having my first conversation since moving to China.

He just laughs, “that unfortunately is classified, if I told you, I’d have to kill you.” He smiles at me, his beautiful white teeth are dazzling.

I give him an odd look and turn my attention back to my bao not realizing I had managed to smear some of the delicious BBQ pork filling on my cheek.

Sub-Zero cocks his head to the side and gives me a very confident smirk before leaning in to press his bizarrely cold lips to mine. His cold tongue worked its way across my cheek, cleaning away the leftover bao before pulling away mischievously.

My eyes fly open wide and I blink rapidly before bringing my hand up to my lips. My heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest as my breath comes out in condensed little puffs and I’m left shocked by my first kiss.

Sub-Zero shoots me a wink, “you’re a messy eater. See you around, Sol.”

Before I even have time to process what was happening I’m left completely alone. I look around frantically and see no signs of Sub-Zero and my heart drops. I munch slowly and quietly on my second bao in silence, already missing his deep voice and pleasant company, hoping this won’t be the last time I meet Sub-Zero.

[ocs-res]

“Just because I don’t say anything, doesn’t mean I don’t know anything.”