#anyway i'm glad i managed to finish this and not let it gather dust in my computer

[fellow-traveller]

So...my JoJo OC, I guess...

Coppola Gatto, or as I call him, Il Gatto, with his Stand, Synkronized.

He's a villain, I supposed, in the setting of Part 5. His Stand's power is teleportation, with a range of about 10-15m. Basically how it works is that, from point A, Gatto will direct Synk to where he wants to go (point B). Synk will move at lightspeed to B, and once it arrives, Gatto will appear in a blink at B.

If there's an obstacle between A and B, like a wall or a person, Synk can move past without causing any damage to the obstacle. Which makes Gatto's job as a thief pretty easy. However, if the obstacle is at point B, Synk will appear through the obstacle and once Gatto arrives, whatever part of the obstacle that touches Synk will get erased into the void to make way for Gatto. Which...could seriously injure or kill, should that unfortunate obstacle be a person.

Think about it like X-Men's Nightcrawler having Vanilla's Stand Cream.

I made him to counter Hol Horse's shooting speed and infinite bullets, so as a challenge, the enemy has to be at least as fast as light. I only offset him on his strength and durability, meaning if a Stand can go up to speed with Synk's movement (like The World or King Crimson), Synk can be maimed.

I don't develop Gatto's background much. He's probably 19 or 20. Obviously an expert thief. I was planning to have him as part of a small thief gang that has no connection with Passione, with gangmates that have Stands of their own, but I'm afraid if I develop that more, I might feel obliged to actually make a spin-off of my own there...

So yeah. I feel embarrassed sharing this because I don't always share my OCs, more so OCs from already established premises. And I can understand if the design for this one is somewhat problematic, given that my main reference is the band Jamiroquai, and I tried my best to tone it down (except the colours; I think I made Gatto's attire too colourful...)

Also, reference dump:

Not sure when else I will draw this OC...maybe a fight between him and Hol next?

[sweetened-condensed-rage]

Niniyx: Family Reunion (Pt. 2)

You know that flavor of writer's block where you'll write just about anything except what you probably should write? Yeah...Not to mention I've got the whole college thing going on, weird to think that the semester is almost over already. I'm also maybe a bit too much of a perfectionist with my writing and if something isn't the way I want it I'll just let it gather dust. But anyway, enjoy my former dnd character continuing to have a shitty father.

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 The saltwater flooded the hold of the ship as the cannon fire became too much. The crew scrambled to try and save it, but in the slight chance they managed to, it wouldn’t be for long.  

Thirteen.

She walked towards the helm and signaled to the crew to leave the drowning vessel. Something hit her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Looking over at the other ship, she watched as an archer was surrounded in a ring of flame. A moment later she felt the chill of blood being dried onto her clothes and then pain that threatened to bring her to her knees.

"Captain!"

"I'm fine," she snapped. “Just get us away from that ship.”

The crewman hesitated, then nodded and she stormed into her quarters, her wolf following close behind. She reached for the nearest bottle of alcohol knowing full well it wouldn’t help much, but it was the thought that counted.

“Had to be a fucking arrow,” she muttered under her breath before pulling the cork form the bottle with her teeth. She took a long drink while tugging her dagger from its sheath.

The wound burned, the pain making her dizzy as she carefully removed the arrow. It fell to the floor, and she followed shortly after it, gasping in pain. She pressed her hand to the wound and drew on whatever arcane energy she could manage. The pain lessened but didn’t subside.

Mind reeling, she reached for the arrow, checking for any signs of poison or intended adverse effects. Forcing energy into another spell, she watched as a magical aura surrounded the seemingly normal arrow. The unfamiliar curse clung thick to the projectile, she swore loudly and snapped it over her knee, the wound seething at the movement.

The rest of her body hit the floor with an audible and heavy thud as she attempted to simply will the pain away. A mass of white fur came into view. The wolf sniffed at her, nose butting gently against her hand. 

She halfheartedly patted his side. “I’m alright buddy.”

In the middle of bandaging her shoulder she heard a knock on the door, immediately followed by Lander entering her quarters.

“Why didn’t you come to me when you-” he paused. “What are you doing? Let me heal you.” 

“Don’t waste your energy,” she said as he stepped closer.

“Stop pulling that bullshit with me,” he scolded, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“I already tried,” she clarified and shoved his hand away. “It didn’t do much.”

Any annoyed reply he had prepared was lost as he furrowed his brow. “What?” he asked, looking her up and down as if it would answer his question.

“Whatever the fuck kind of magic was in that arrow is some nasty shit.” She followed his gaze to the splintered arrow on the floor. “It was made to make somebody suffer.”

While he was already visibly annoyed, she could see the way his jaw tensed and the twitch in his ears. He nodded and took a deep breath that did nothing to relax him. 

“Okay,” he said simply, taking the bandages from her and finishing the job.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

There was a heavy moment of silence between them before he spoke again. “You really couldn’t have had a less sadistic father?”

She laughed lightly, glad for his attempt at distracting her with humor. Despite his, at times, harsh disposition towards her, he had his own way of showing he still cared.

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If you stuck to the end of this, thanks! I appreciate it.