#Oc: Rokas

[nekrophoria]

Failed at making a machinima, made some gifs instead.

-Anna Akhmatova, The Last Toast

[nameless-is-nameless]

beloved sad elves, Roka (left) and my PC Haven (right)

Just two old friends who managed to reconnect through a murder, a possession, a necromantic soul-crime, and an extraplanar god replacement! One of my Haven arts got a random wave of notes and it really motivated me to draw him again 🐝

[mycompanionroka]

THE MONKEY

[mithoskuu]

Had a desire to dip into the lore of my tallbird race, the Rokas

Standing approx 3m (9' 10"), these distant relatives of the Kobolds and Vobolds live primarily in the high mountains and valleys of the Dragon's Jaw mountain range. Juveniles have thick coats of brown feathers, molting into stark white plumage in adulthood. Males have a distinctive beard just behind their beak, while females tend to be physically larger.

Rokas Priests ritualistically bath themselves in a dust bath of fine ruddy soil, and are often called upon to perform rituals or recount legends. The Rokas view the great river that cuts through their mountains as a spiritual representation of life itself. More traditionalist individuals view these tales as literal rather than metaphorical, and believe the lowlands downstream of their mountains to be the lands of the dead.

Warriors bath themselves in charcoal, and are usually found guarding temples or hunting in the valleys. Some enterprising warriors make their way out west to the coastal lowlands to sell their services as mercenaries to the local human kings, they are often referred to by humans as the Bone Eaters

While generally isolationist, they do have a thriving trade with their Kobold neighbors, exchanging coffee beans and other high mountain crops for precious gems, metals, and for colorful cloth woven in the human lands

[aiyumiyeou]

... hi guys (shy shy) i'm sorry i died for a year omg i had no idea i was gone that long.... take apology doodles ;w;;;;;

i'm super duper busy w school and everything but i prommy i am still rotating these idiots in my head (and a new ninjago oc has also been formed!!!!! everyone say hi to roka he's the elemental master of twilight)

[spiralling-thoughts]

Me : I don't think I would ever create a capitol oc

My brain: we'll see about that

and that's how this was born

Kassandra moss

Iphegenia 's little sister at 12 years old unlike her sister Kassandra is terrified of their father and always obeys everything he says and asks of her because of this she is bragged about by her father and negatively compared to her older sister

She's a very isolating girl who considers her dolls and sister to be her closest friends , she does have a friendship with Artemis ring but she never tells her about her home troubles as her father told her to keep it a secret

Collect antique dolls and talk to and sleep with them she also tends to stress eat a lot

Despite the favouritism she and iphegenia have a nice relationship both try to help the other with their eating habits (although with very little to no success) Kassandra considers iphegenia her closest friend and they talk alot with one another however when it comes to dealing with their father they tend to argue about it as Kassandra doesn't see a point in getting revenge at their father and tries to get her sister to be more obedient while iphegenia wishes Kassandra would stop listening to their father

Iphegenia brought Kassandra with her to the zoo , Kassandra was at first scared and anxious as their father talked very badly of the districts but then she noticed dill coughing and asked her if she was sick then much to her surprise she talked with dill for a while and found herself wishing that dill would become the victor which made her feel conflicted because she was supposed to be rooting for her sister's tribute and she wasn't supposed to talk to any of the tributes to begin with

Found lucky to be very annoying

Both sisters held and comforted one another after the games

[love-like-poetry]

@rosegold-darling ‘s OC Roka Zavray. Love her to pieces 💜

[midnightwind]

I have had Lucanis for five minutes and I want to gnaw on him

put that little man in a jar and shake it

[marie-golds-bleeding-ink]

A Spread I Did

The is was a few months ago before I had a tumblr

[mania-motherofsouls]

Whumptober Day 1: Race Against The Clock

search party | panic attack | "if only we could hold on"

TW: vaguely described panic attack, thalassophobia maybe

The storm was the worst Kaula had seen since her uncle had brought her aboard his ship. The waves rolled beneath the ship, heaving it about like a child's toy. Voices hollered back and forth, but the wind stole the words the very second they were spoken. 

Kaula had only been on the ship for a few months. Not nearly long enough to be of any help with the rigging. The ship tossed and suddenly there was a figure at her back. She recognized Fishbait by his beard as he bent close to her ear.

“Get to the galley! Help Zoulo tie down-”

A wave crashed over the deck. Water surrounded Kaula, slamming into her with a force beyond any she’d felt before. Fishbait’s hand was torn away from her shoulder and she was swept over the edge. 

Kaula plunged into darkness, lungs far too empty and beginning to burn as she tried to orient herself. Her mind was spinning too fast for her to process anything. Up? Down? Too dark to tell. No sun anyway. Just needed a moment of stillness. Just one moment. Just- one- she flung out her hands and the gem on her wrist glowed.

The water stilled immediately. She was still getting pushed around, but the little bubble that she occupied was still.

Everything around her was dark. No clues which way was up, but her mind settled ever so slightly. Her chest burned with sour air and she had nothing to replace it with. Still, she released a thin stream and watched the bubbles. They drifted to her right. 

Desperate for air, she broke her little bubble of calm and twisted the water to her left, propelling herself up. She breached the surface with enough velocity to fling herself into the air before splashing back down. Just time enough to take a breath. 

Surfacing a second time, Kaula twisted herself around rapidly. Where was the ship?

A sob caught in her throat as the magnitude of the ocean hit her, another wave pushing her down. Stubbornly she fought her way back to the surface. She was alone in the middle of the ocean, a tiny life in an uncaring sea. She'd never be found. Who could possibly find one little body in the vast expanse of water? 

Her breaths came faster and faster. Faster than she could afford. She was only fourteen! She hadn't even done anything yet! That storyteller didn't know anything. Kaula, do something great? Fat chance of that, she was about to die! 

Tears streamed down her face, the heat of them the only indicator that they were anything other than sea water. Her vision blurred and she screamed curses into the sky. Got a mouthful of salt water for her troubles. How was she supposed to find the ship when she couldn't even see? 

A dull shine caught her eye and she lifted her arm out of the water. It blurred out of focus. Angrily she used her other hand to brush the water from her eyes, stirring up the sea underneath her just a little bit more to compensate for her lack of arms while treading water. The shine grew brighter. 

The gem she got from the storyteller so many years ago. The gem that let her manipulate the water. She didn’t tend to notice the glow in daylight, but in the storm…

Kaula swallowed, ignoring the salt scratching at her throat. She could use this. If she got higher maybe. Gritting her teeth against the wind and rain, she pulled the water up around her in a spout, holding herself high above the twisting, roiling waves. The gem glowed brighter and she thrust her wrist into the dark sky. Now, she just had to hold on. If only, she could hold on.

“MAN OVERBOARD!” Came the call and Roka felt the chill down to his gut. Fishbait was clinging to the side of the ship, one arm waving, sheets of rain garbling his words. “CAPTAIN- KAULA!”

His gut turned to stone as the cry went up around the ship. “Hard to starboard!”

Ruza, straining at the whipstaff shook his head. “That’ll capsize us, Captain!” 

Roka grit his teeth. Curse it all, the man was right. The ship pitched to and fro, cresting the waves and getting farther away from his niece with every dip and rise. He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t turn back. He was the captain of the ship and he couldn’t do a single thing for the girl he’d raised as his own daughter. 

“Please don’t take her,” he found himself praying. “I’ll do anything, penitence, anything, Lora, please don’t take her.” 

“Bring her about! I don’t care how long it takes, we’re going back!” 

Maybe his prayer was answered. The next wave that hit them slammed the rudder in the same direction Ruza was pulling it. The ship began it’s wide turn about, navigating through the waves as best it could. 

“All eyes not on the rigging, out at sea! We’re finding her! If it’s the last thing we do!”

For far too long, all that could be heard was the howling wind and the rain pounding into the boards. 

“Captain! There’s something out there! Starboard! Off the forecastle!”  

Ruza needed no direction to alter their heading. Roka ran forward, searching desperately for whatever it was Squinteye had seen. 

The ship pitched down and it was everything Roka could do to keep his footing, but he saw it. A light shining out in the storm, far higher than he’d expected. A column of water rose up from the sea, height untouched by the waves and at the top, perched Kaula, visible only from the waist up, but there, alive!

“Kaula!”

Her answering cry was lost to the storm, but the water funnel rushed toward them, slapping the hull and dissipating against it. Kaula dropped to the deck where K-ro grabbed her, unwilling to let her wash away again.

Roka couldn’t get there fast enough. K-ro cut the distance for him, jumping down the steps and handing off the teenager he was all but carrying to his captain. 

Kaula clung to him, sobbing. Maybe in different circumstances he’d chide her for it, but right now? He too had far too much rain in his eyes. 

Distantly, he heard Kopuno taking over orders. Good. That meant Roka could focus his attention where it deserved to be. Zoulo pulled them both into the galley, out of the rage of the storm. Kaula buried her face in his chest, and with his other responsibilities handled, Roka held her.

[bonniecupcake]

Some fanarts I wanted to do for a while! :D

@lethal-spaceship Zim and Dib design bcs I absolutely love them!

@0mochi0 Irken OCs (as a restaurant worker myself I feel for those little bugs... I especially adore Oma OwO)

And trying the styles of few artist I adore!

@l-ii-zz @0mochi0 @khaliarart @inimoose @red-roka

you guys are amazing! 👐💗

[randomfanficwritersworld]

I've gotten into: avatar the last Airbender and made an oc

This is my oc: Roka

[nameless-is-nameless]

She’s the most haunted woman and she’s about to make that everyone else’s problem 💀

Roka, a character from my PC’s backstory, designed by me and played by our rad DM @wethekeegsta

[mycompanionroka]

And they were roomates~

Alex /she/her (Right) is Wilfred’s biological mom, while Laurel /they/them (left) is the human landlord they’re living with. They met online when they were teens and they’ve been best friends ever since!

bonus parenting moments

[rokapoka]

The oldest Roka’s oc 🐈 Jelly

[fullofvexation]

A lil something for everyone! :D Haven- A13, K6 Nona Paloma- A2, L2 Roka- F2, C8 Kittiwake Tern- F11, B9 Edmond Du Bogue- A24, D4

Ahh thank you for asking about my characters!!! Yippee!

I'm putting a readmore here cus there's a lot of them! Anyone who reads all of these you're my new bff now I am weeping and crying

Haven

a13. Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

Haven is terrified of getting wet and water! He's an undead guy who was mummified when we has first killed, and he's very afraid that he'll start to rot if he gets wet. He doesn't know how to swim and avoids boats and any sort of water at all costs.

k6. Does their paranormal aspect cause issues in daily life? If so, how do they feel about it?

Even within the fantasy world where he lives, Haven is "paranormal" in that he's undead, and looks like a desiccated corpse. This causes him issues in his daily life because the undead are generally feared and hated, so he's always hiding that, mostly by wearing clothes that hide the huge hole in his chest and a mask that hides his lack of eyes. He's got complicated feelings about his situation, but generally dislikes it. He's very aware that he's ugly and monstrous, and still trying to decide whether he is a monster or not, and generally struggles to accept his situation.

Nimona-Paloma Charrata aka Nona

a2. What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…

Nona is chaotic neutral! She generally acts this way due to being deeply and consistently out of touch with what is normal and acceptable, and what's going on in general. She is offputting and nosy and generally just does whatever she wants, in a way that's very childish and clueless.

l2. What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?

Nona's whole concept is based around the idea of an NPC suddenly granted PC-style capabilities and agency. She spent her whole existence standing outside her house asking passersby to help her with tasks before suddenly acquiring magical powers and getting thrown into the life of an adventurer. Nona's main themes are being a fish out of water and needing to learn how exist as a person! It's tough to know how to be someone when you've never had to make any choices for yourself or interacted with anyone in a meaningful way.

Roka

f2. What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?

Roka's ideal home is the one she currently lives in with her wife and daughter! After losing everyone she knew when her community was destroyed and a series of pretty traumatic events in the fallout of that, all she wants is her new start, and in this case, that looks like a little house with a few apple trees located in a small village.

c8. Is your OC more practical or ideal morally?

Roka is a deeply practical person. As a young woman, she was raised to be a priestess in a death cult and did things out of a deep sense of moral righteousness. When she realized her goddess wasn't real and her religion was a manipulation tactic to convince people to sacrifice each other, she fully threw all that out of the window. She became someone who twists her morals to achieve her goals, and is convinced that her goals justify her actions, even if those include being cruel or manipulative or violent.

Prof. Kittiwake Tern

f11. What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation?

Kittiwake Tern is a stuffy and proper man who's sense of fun has been generally shredded by years of being in academia (and being the pawn of a malevolent arctic being). In his free time, he likes to read books that would be impressive to people if anyone asked him what he was reading, and drink tea (if he's having a good day) or brandy (if he's having a bad one).

b9. What kind of humor does your OC like the most?

Kittiwake Tern does not approve of humor in general, though he does enjoy a well thought out play on words, or any sort of comedy that's appropriately literary.

Edmond Du Bogue

a24. What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles?

Edmond wants to be a folk hero knight, but he's a sheltered 20 year old rich boy who's leaving the house for the first time. His biggest obstacles are that he has zero experience with "real life" (or anything else) and that it isn't much like all those novels he read growing up. He's working to get that experience, though sometime, he isn't sure he really wants it...

d4. Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not?

Edmond wouldn't particularly like being immortal. He's very concerned with his life and practical problems, and the idea of being immortal would absolutely stress him out to an impossible degree. Edmond is a very small fish who is just now realizing that he's in an ocean, not a pond, and the last thing he needs right now is for the scope of things to get bigger and more complicated.