#Warrick oc

[melpomenelamusa]

Tag Game: OC in 15

Thanks to @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag! This looks fun!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

For this challenge, the character I´ll use will be Warrick, from my original story "Chimeras". Spoiler warning!

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll help you get that off.”

"I hope I don't regret this"

"Calm down, I'm coming!"

“I'm just someone who wants to help and do the right thing.”

“Don’t worry, I have no prejudice towards chimera children.”

“That Roach really sounds like a real son of a bitch.”

“I’ll take you back to bed. Get some more rest, son.”

“Okay” he said. “But with one condition: you can only get out of the car when I tell you, capisci?”

“Take everything you want. We won’t be coming back to this place.”

"I was alone," he told him. "And I wanted to be alone."

"Hey, I brought you some spinach cream in case you're hungry."

“I don’t give a damn about your hunts. You know this forest is protected. You can’t take more than you need.”

"Let him go, you bastard!"

"I'm sorry, kid..."

"Let's go home for now."

I love how all of his dialogue screams "Parental Caretaker" >w< Tag open!

[megraen]

After about seven hours of Work, I have put together my variation of the CSI Las Vegas Crime Lab based on what I observed while binging the show. Why the fuck do I do this to myself...

Edit: Added in a storeroom. Edit 2: Added walk-in fridge.

Morgue drop off.

Morgue.

Morgue wash-off.

Morgue storage.

Morgue prep room.

Grissom's office.

Break room.

Evidence garage.

DNA lab.

Trace.

Audio and Video lab.

Ballistics.

Handwriting.

Layout room one.

Junior supervisor's office (Catherine).

Fingerprints.

Layout room two.

Layout room three.

Intermediate supervisor's office (Conrad Ecklie).

Reception.

Locker room/showers.

Woman's bathroom.

Men's bathroom.

Walk-in fridge.

Storeroom.

[ceviofcrows]

Suboptimal means of travel

[overh0l]

might as well post them gay boys here

[messy-nyks]

Since Fernweh Saga [by @lacunafiction 💖] lives rent free in my head, I’ve made some doodles 🙈 it was supposed to be a simple exercise, starting and ending with James, but ofc I couldn’t stop there...

Below you can see every single one of them in separate pics.

[foxybatty]

There was no reason for me to go this freaking hard bro. It was just for a silly prompt.

[laugtherhyena]

Wouldn't be Artfight without last minute additions 💥💥💥 shout out to the desert trio i like these guys a lot

(go read their character profiles for lore i'm too tired to restructre it all to fit the 3 in one gigantic explanation)

[firowisteria]

Meet Warrick!

Name: Warrick Kwana Species: Iguana Accent: Somewhere in Latin America Pronouns: He/They Orientation: Demisexual Biromantic Occupation(s): Agent for C.L.A.D.E., Tailor Family: - Selva (older twin sister) (this is totally not a Namesake reference) - Adora (mother) (NEITHER THIS) - Chadwick (father (divorced)) (OR THIS) Personality: - heart on his sleeve - honest, but occasionally blunt - will break a few laws to get the job done - can get easily burnt out - he's at his limits, but his heart is in the right place and he has the spirit so yeah - Every Selva needs a twin Warrick

[milkbean69]

[fascinating-nightmares]

Nick: Isn’t it weird that we can’t ride any other animal except horses. Like if horses weren’t a thing, humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. Like riding animals wouldn’t really be a thing. We should probably be more grateful to horses. Greg: Elephants Nick: Blocked. Gil: Camels. Nick: Extra blocked. Sara: Donkeys. Nick: Ultra blocked. Warrick: That dick. Nick: ...Followed.

[thedarkone121]

Fire + Ice = Water AU — The Eikon of Water: Leviathan The Lost (Part I)

At long last, we have reached the second main character of this AU — The Eikon of Water; Leviathan the Lost!

Notes on The Leviathan in the AU:

Canon had mentioned that the Leviathan is known as “The Lost” and from what I gathered, the Leviathan’s last known Dominant was almost hundreds of years ago. Now, I’m sure there will be plenty of game-design/story reasons for this if the DLC does include the Leviathan on why it never reemerge, I’m going to give my reasons in this AU.

The Leviathan in this AU takes the role of a Sealed Good in a Can, where it plays a more good force of nature compared to its last predecessor in Final Fantasy XV. 

While I don’t know what would be right the age for a Dominant to fully Prime — I believe Joshua was the youngest to do so — Morgan is able to fully prime into the Leviathan when she’s around four years old. Believe it or not; I actually found a good reason for why this is possible.

I’ve been hinting over in the last posts that the Leviathan is a fully sentient Eikon. Unlike the other Eikons who allow their Dominants’ wills to oversee their own or acting almost nuclear when the Dominants don’t have control over them, the Leviathan is a creature that has its own agenda and will not go on a rampage if their Dominant doesn’t have control over them. One thing you have to understand about the Leviathan is that while yes, it is still a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands; it is also a weapon that can think and has goals of its own. Goals that can differ from their Dominant.

During the five-year-timeskip when Jill is pregnant with Morgan, Leviathan is aware of Ultima’s plans for humanity and has been working on plans to help the heroes stop Ultima. But since Ultima had destroyed its original Dominant Bloodline centuries ago for going against him, the Leviathan could not find anyone else that could possibly handle its powers. That was, until the child of Fire and Ice was conceived.

Leviathan definitely had a time trying to work with Morgan. After watching Morgan try to drag home a snake — one that’s too big for her size — Leviathan took the form of an astral projected white snake. It was something that Morgan wouldn’t be alarmed by and wouldn’t alert her parents, less Clive discovered that his daughter is a Dominant and tries to take Leviathan away to spare his daughter of the curse.

Snake-Levi would often try to get Morgan to jump into deep water whenever it was nearby. This is due to my reasoning that it needs to be big enough for the Leviathan to manifest since, it’s a colossal sea monster. However, with Clive and Jill being the great parents that they are, they would take Morgan away from the deep end and would give her swimming lessons in shallow waters. Suffice to say, it’s a good thing Morgan can’t understand a thing of ancient swear words from her floating snake.

Whether it’s something to be thankful or not, the Leviathan found a chance for Morgan to transform into the Leviathan when she is captured by Hugo and taken away. Right to Rosaria, where there is plenty of deep water to hold the Leviathan.

To my fellow viewers, this is not the end of my lore dump of this AU’s Leviathan. I still have one more thing to post, and it’s regarding the backstory of the Leviathan. Why was the Dominant bloodline destroyed? Why is it battling against Ultima? How is Morgan able to handle manifesting such a large beast?

Find out next time 😉

[melpomenelamusa]

The Hunter Pt. 3 - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Whump, description of injuries, restraints, bound and gagged, some magic stuff, implied character death.

Elafi woke from a restless sleep and the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his bed. He was greeted by the sensation of dirt and dry leaves under his body, stinging and digging into his skin. He was immediately alert. He opened his eyes and raised his head, which tilted to the left in an odd way.

It was then that he remembered: The trap, the hunter, Warrick, his antlers.

He put a hand to the right side of his skull. He only felt a small stump of bone, still with jagged edges. Terror came back and he felt as if his chest was tightening.

"A´ight, you're awake." 

Elafi turned around and saw Cazador sitting on a fallen log, watching him. They were in the middle of the forest. Elafi didn't know how he got there, the image of Cazador's workshop being the last thing on his mind.

The man fiddled with his knife, completely calm.

"Let's play a game," he said. "First you run, and then I'll catch you. Run as fast as you want, but if you really try to escape or get help, Warrick is a dead man."

Elafi felt his heart pounding hard against his chest, the beats spreading like painful pulses throughout his body.

"You have a five-minute head start." He pulled a stopwatch out of his pocket and activated it. "Time is ticking."

Elafi ran.

He didn't care where, he just ran forward. He was trapped in a nightmare from which he saw no escape. Even with the minutes of advantage, he knew that Cazador would find him sooner or later. Professional hunters were experts at following trails to catch their prey, and Elafi was still very ignorant and inexperienced. He was easy prey.

He remembered Warrick. "He was captured because he tried to save me and now he is in danger," he thought. But what could he do? Was there any way to beat Cazador?

The teen stopped running, tired and panting. How much time had passed already? Anxiety and paranoia made his head spin, and it didn't help at all that his whole body felt unbalanced, leaning slightly to the left due to the lack of weight on his right antler. What was the best path to take? Should he hide? Keep running? Elafi didn't know what to do, everything seemed too much for his brain to process.

Suddenly he heard noises behind him and his instincts led him forward. The trees were shadows at his sides, dodging them in zigzags, without stopping. He couldn't stop. His gaze was fixed ahead and that's why he didn't see the ravine.

For a moment his hooves left the ground. Elafi thought he was flying. And then he fell, rolling on the ground. The branches, roots and stones in the path made cuts and scrapes on his arms and legs. He squeezed his eyelids shut, feeling the world spinning around him, battering his body. Finally he stopped when he hit the ground with a sharp thud. He felt a rush of pain run through his right arm, crushed under the weight of his body.

He opened his eyes carefully. There were only bushes and trees around him. Several meters above him was the stone wall he had fallen over. He tried to move and let out a howl of pain. His right arm didn´t respond, and it sent stabbing pains through the rest of his body. As best he could, he stood up, looking at his wounds. His right arm was swollen, between the wrist and the elbow. It was impossible to lean on it. "It must have broken," he thought sadly.

His knees were bleeding and burning. His palms were also covered in scrapes. His face was dirty with tears, sweat, and dirt.

But he was still alive, and that meant there was still hope. This macabre game was not over yet, and Elafi decided that he would do everything in his power to avoid being hunted.

~

The next time Warrick saw Cazador, he was going to kill him.

Elafi had cried until unconsciousness and still Warrick was unable to do anything. Nothing was going to change the reality of his situation. And the reality was that he had failed again. He hadn´t protected Elafi and now the boy was suffering the consequences.

Warrick hated himself. Himself and that damn Cazador.

Several minutes after Elafi fell asleep, the door to the workshop opened again and Cazador walked through. Warrick wanted to ignore him, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing how upset he was; but when he saw him approach Elafi, he couldn't control his tongue.

“Get away from him, you fucking son of a bitch!”

The hunter gave him a deadpan expression.

“Shut up or you'll wake the boy, and that will ruin my game.”

“What fucking game? Don't you see that he's a human being and not a circus animal?”

Warrick knew he was acting irrationally, but his emotions were stronger than his logic. So of course he had to continue yelling and hurling insults at his hateful captor.

Cazador, clearly irritated, ended up taking a rag and roughly shoving it into Warrick's mouth, before using a handkerchief and tying it between his teeth as a cleave gag.

"I'm going to have some fun," the man said, lifting the unconscious teenager onto his shoulders, before adding with hostility, "Then I'll figure out how to get rid of you."

How much time had passed since then, since Warrick had been left alone in the workshop? Half an hour? Three hours? With no visible windows he couldn't even calculate the passage of time. He needed to do something now, but he couldn't get out of those bonds, and his irritated and bleeding skin could become infected if he continued to thrash around like that. He needed to think of a plan. He needed to save Elafi.

He could try to drag the chair, move it closer to the wall with the carpentry tools and try to free himself, but he couldn't be sure he'd be able to use them once he reached them. Besides, trying to move might cause him to lose his balance and end up falling, and from the ground his chances would diminish even more.

Cazador's threat seemed serious. If the man planned to keep Elafi, he would definitely need to get rid of Warrick, either because he saw him as a guardian for the deer boy or simply because he considered him a witness to his twisted plans. Whatever it was, if he didn't get out of there, Warrick was almost a hundred percent sure he wouldn't end up alive.

And then an idea occurred to him. He'd seen this work in some movies: maybe if he dropped the chair, using enough force, he could break it and free himself. That or be left on the ground, tied up and with no way to get up or escape.

The chair he was in was simple, made of wood. Perhaps made by Cazador himself in that same workshop. It was definitely a risky move, but Warrick preferred that to being left with his hands literally tied.

Leaning back and forth, using his feet to help him, Warrick began to swing his body in a controlled manner, gradually increasing the intensity, until at one point he pushed himself off with his feet and let himself fall backwards. He raised his neck to avoid hitting his head, but still hurt his back when he hit the ground.

Warrick wasn't an especially religious guy, but he figured that if there was a god out there, he decided to give him some luck that day, because the chair did break, not completely, but enough that this time his struggles allowed him to loosen the ropes and free himself.

He tore off the gag, spat out the rag and stood up. A sudden dizziness forced him to seek support from the wall while he caught his breath, and it took several minutes before the tiny twinkling stars disappeared from his field of vision. When he felt more stable, he left the cabin, but not before arming himself with a knife he found, just in case, and heading into the forest.

~

Elafi was hiding in some bushes. He managed to see Cazador peering over the top of the ravine, looking down. From that height, he should only be able to see plants. The slope was too steep to go down without the help of the proper equipment or too much expertise, that or risk breaking a bone.

The boy watched silently from his hiding place. He didn't move or remove the hand that covered his mouth until several minutes after Cazador's image disappeared from view.

A shaky sigh of relief escaped his lips. He couldn't stay there forever, his wounds needed attention and nothing assured him that the hunter wouldn't find him sooner or later.

With the help of his left arm and legs he began to crawl along the ground, for fear of being an easier target if he got up. The pain in his body took a backseat, as he moved on pure adrenaline, ignoring the screams of his bones and muscles. He could almost imagine the racing beats of his heart being transmitted to the ground every time he dragged his chest across it.

Then he smelled it: a fresh, pleasant smell, like a deep, delicious perfume. The source of the scent was not far away, and Elafi began to make his way towards it, guided like a moth to the light. It was not long before he found it.

In front of him was a tree. Its trunk was smooth and covered in patches of color, ranging from greens, wines and browns. The leaves were thick, spreading out and falling to the sides like a giant umbrella. The scent was caused by the golden sap of the tree, which was escaping from a cut in the trunk, spilling out like a waterfall of honey. Elafi crawled up to face it. The scent was so penetrating and hypnotic that the boy felt something primal awaken within him.

He licked the trunk, drinking in the golden substance. It tasted good. It reminded him of the taste of maple syrup, but different, less sweet. He continued licking, letting the pleasant taste take over him and momentarily forgetting about everything else.

It wasn't until he found himself leaning on both of his arms that something clicked in his head. Elafi pulled himself away from the tree, looking down at himself. His broken arm was back to normal, moving without any pain. The red, swollen skin had returned to its natural color, the scrapes on his knees had closed, as had the rest of the wounds on his body. The only thing that remained was the blood, beginning to dry on his skin and clothes.

Amazed and believing himself blessed by some miracle, he put a hand to the right side of his head; but the absence of his antler remained. He stood up. He even felt full of energy. Whatever that substance was, it had been like manna from heaven.

He decided to keep running through the forest, with the plan of returning to the hunter's cabin. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could rescue Warrick and...

Something pulled at his ankle and Elafi was upside down again, hanging from a tree branch. A scream of frustration could not help but leave his throat.

Elafi, you idiot! This is what you get for running without looking at the ground.

But it didn't matter that he berated himself now. He knew he had no way out. He confirmed this when, shortly after, he could hear Cazador's voice.

“Wow, I didn't think you'd fall for the same trick twice. Well, good for me.”

The hunter walked up to Elafi with a satisfied smile. However, before he could do anything else, Warrick appeared and threw himself at him with a roar and knife in hand. Cazador pulled his knife from his own belt.

"The best gets the kill," Cazador said, with a wide smile. "That's how the laws of nature you like so much dictate, right?"

The two men engaged in a fight of stabs and cuts. Elafi could only watch the scene unfold before his eyes, made even more confusing by being upside down; however, he managed to perfectly distinguish the moment when Cazador made a wide circle forward, cutting and reaching Warrick's abdomen. The smell of blood filled the air.

"NO!" 

Elafi's scream was powerful, so much so that it seemed to shake the earth... No, the earth really did shake. The branch the boy was hanging from broke with a crack, making him fall. The tremor lasted only a few seconds, but when it ended it was clear that something had changed in the forest. The atmosphere became tense and a strong breeze ran through the trees, howling. It was as if something had awakened.

The teen stood up. His face was serious and his eyes seemed to shoot flames. He had never looked so angry, and it was a cold, stone-hard fury.

And suddenly the trees leaned and began to beat Cazador with their branches. The man screamed in terror, trying to fight against the leaves and branches that surrounded him and that acted like whips and small blades on his body. Warrick, for his part, stepped back, pressing his abdomen with one arm and observing the scene with his mouth open. It was a surreal image. The trunks bent as if they were made of plasticine and the branches moved like snakes.

He turned his gaze to Elafi, who was standing completely still, with his fists clenched and his gaze fixed on Cazador.

"Elafi," Warrick called him, but the teen gave no sign of having heard him, as if he were in some kind of trance. Warrick approached with slow steps, not wanting to scare him, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Elafi," he called softly again.

That seemed to finally wake the boy up. Immediately the trees returned to their original form, and the only evidence that they had ever moved were the leaves that fell like a green rain on the ground. Meanwhile, Cazador took great gulps of air, curled up on the ground. His body was covered in bleeding cuts. 

"I-It´s... It's a monster!" he said, his voice shaking and pointing at the deer boy with a chubby finger. He stood up as best he could and ran away like an animal fleeing from a predator.

"Wait, don't go there!" Warrick wanted to warn, but it was too late. They only managed to hear the man's scream as he fell down the ravine, and then silence.

Elafi staggered and would have collapsed straight to the ground if Warrick hadn't held him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The boy blinked slowly, struggling to stay conscious.

"I... I'm fine... Just... very tired..."

He blinked again several times and his eyes noticed the growing red stain on Warrick's shirt.

"W-Warrick, you're hurt!"

The man looked down, glancing at his body.

"Yeah, but don't worry, he just cut me, it's nothing fatal, although I think I'll need some stitches..."

They stayed silent for a while. Neither of them seemed to want to talk about the elephant in the room, so they started their way back home instead. Before leaving, Warrick looked over the edge of the ravine. He could make out Cazador's body down there. From the bent position of his neck, he could guess that he hadn't survived the fall.

Warrick returned to where Elafi was, who seemed to be close to fainting.

"Let's go home for now," said the man.

And that's what they did.

Next

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba@morning-star-whump@lancedoncrimsonwings

This chapter already started to include some of the magical elements of this story. It should be noted that I have planned this story as a fantasy one, maybe not a lot but a little.

To those who read up to here, thank you very much! You have earned a little star ⭐

[megraen]

If there was something Georgina Howard was always sure of, it was that she was destined to be a CSI, even if it meant ditching her family and moving to the other side of the United States. She was prepared, educated, and confident in herself, always ignoring the dumb blonde jokes and Barbie references.

One thing she couldn’t account for was Greg Sanders.

[ceviofcrows]

They have names now.

[overh0l]

bitey

[silent-dragon]

TWST Yuu OC Profile ~ Alaric Warrick Yuumore

"This power, is it a curse or a gift... Even if the blood of the Devil flows within me, I shall not fall into darkness." ~ Elvis

Theme Song

Spotify Playlist

Personal Info

Name - Alaric Warrick Yuumore

Aliases - Sir Alaric,Sir Warrick,Master Yuumore

Physical Age - 19

Birthday - 2/29

Zodiac - Pisces

Gender - Androgynous FtMale

Species - Dhampir

Height - 190cm/6ft'3in 

Orientation - Pansexual

Homeland - Romania

Twist of Elvis/Yvis from Castlevania Moonlight Rhapsody

School/Job Info

School - Night Ravens College

Dorm - Terrovania (@terrovaniadorm)

Year - 3rd

Best Subject - Magic History

Club - Equestrian

Occupation - Master Demon Hunter,Pianist,Violinist

Other Info

Favorite Food - Sarmale

Likes - Classical Music,Gramophones,Vinyl Records,Ballrooms,Waltzing,Moon Aesthetics,Swords,Looking Pretty,Cheesy/Fairytale Romance Novels,Vampire Hunting,Dress Shirts,Heeled Boots,Swooning Others with Words,Old Fashioned Stuff,Ribbons & Bows

Dislikes - People who Judge others too quickly,Stalkers,Dracula & variants of em(That he knows of),His Vampiric side(halfy),Being Thirsty

Talents - Demon Hunting,Swordsmanship,Playing Piano/Violin,Hair Flip,Being a Classic Romantic

Unique Magic - Moonlit Bloodlust - If weakened and drinks/given a good amount of blood will turn feral and thirsty for more. He is nearly invincible in this state but not fully gone as he will not harm those who mean alot to him unless provoked. Thirst must be slated or Alaric must be knocked out to stop this.

Personality - He is confident but not smug about it. Flaws and faults he has em and knows it but owns them rather than sulk in them. Has a just sense of lawfully good in him but given his blood sometimes has a small evil look about him. Kind and generous to all unless given reason not to be or you remind him of Dracula. Believe all other monstrous creatures are innocent til physically see evidence they are not.

Yuu Backstory Lore

Alaric's Grim Short Lore

Bio - A master rank demon hunter from a world where monsters are judged often with a whip or sword. Teleported to twisted wonderland two years ago and has been adjusting to the way things work here and feeling he has a purpose to find here before ever thinking of going home. Is a classic man and it shows with his sweet tongued words and the way he flips his hair when looking at him. Fighting his own battle on the inside as he figures out if this world would love him as he is with the half demon inside unlike the world he comes from where it's hated.