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[fuukonomiko]

OMG THROWBACK TIME!!!!

January 7, 2012

This is one of my first fanfiction OCs (I’ve had plenty of OCs growing up, but this one is one of the first to make it with a major role in fanfic). I put him on DA.

One of my original characters, Arachnor, the spider king. If you've read any of my work. *Insert shameless self-promotion here [link] Thundercats Fanfiction* then you would know who he is. Monarch of the spider kingdom, he's half man, half-spider. That black neck and arms are covered with spider hair and he's got four extra appendages that I was too lazy to draw. I forgot to put a crown on him too, ehhhh. He's not too bad looking though  so he was the first and maybe the only OC I was going to waste my time on. He dabbles in magic too and is a minor sorcerer, and this is the role he plays in both Lion-O's (In His Shoes) and Tygra's (Once Upon A Time) stories. He may also make an appearance in my ongoing work of fiction (which I will get around too if I ever keep my priorities straight and quit going off tangent). He also serves as a loyal ally of the Thundercats in my own little imaginary world.

I was looking at my old gallery and seeing Arachnor here made me think....

He looks like a freaking Aeldari. LMAO. Except he has a hairy body.

Yes the art is lame. The coloring is even lamer. Points for creativity in my head at least XD.

[castellankurze]

FSF: As per your request (and the fuuko no miko drawthread): a White Scar on a Jetski. Polearm optional, but welcome.

An ask inspired by White Scar on a jetski by @boltertokokoro

“He wrecked my bike.”

The words came out in a hoarse, stunned rasp as Suvd stared at the burning wreck that had moments ago been her precious attack bike.  Space marines did not know fear, but they could know a kind of horror, they could know loss, and a hollow pit opened beneath the White Scar’s twin hearts as she gave voice to the sudden and tragic end to her beloved steed of steel and chrome.

A moment passed and that horror was replaced by a sudden and all-consuming rage.  She kicked a foot and leapt to her feet, already sprinting as her soles hit the ground, heedless of the danger.  Her pursuit of the ork dok had already brought her to the entrance of the harbor and it was not impossible that even on foot she might catch him before he made good his escape.

The orks had transformed the better part of the coastal city into a fortress for their kind, and the harbor was no exception, ramshackle contraptions tied up at one brutal iron pier after another with no seeming regard for order or purpose.  Their sloppiness became her advantage, however, as Suvd cut across the harbor itself by leaping from the sidewall onto one of the empty boats, jumping from one to the next as she made her way towards the pier where the warbike had stopped.

Smoke was pouring from one of the boats, announcing its immediate departure, and Suvd could see a coterie of greenskins ringing the craft in small one-person (one-ork?) craft that likewise chugged and coughed and belched smoke.  Some of the cyborks were so heavily augmented that it was hard to tell where the creature ended and the watercraft began.

Even as the dok’s boat pushed off and began to make for open water, Suvd angled in towards one of the more fleshy ones, leaping from one tied-up barge to close the gap.  By the time they saw the White Scar coming and began shouting and pointing various bladed appendages it was too late.  She jumped from the gunwale of the last ship between her and her prey and kicked out with both feet, slamming the ork bodily from his seat.  The watercraft bobbed dangerously, but Suvd managed to grab the control bar and leaned hard against its angle to prevent its overturning.

The machine had controls not unlike the bikes used throughout the Imperium by Astartes and mortal humans alike, and within a moment Suvd found the throttle, and the patchwork thing’s engine roared like an enraged squiggoth and kickstarted beneath her, nearly slipping the White Scar’s grip.  She shot forward as las- and gunfire filled the space where she had been, and flung out an arm to bounce a projectile off the nose of one of the other craft she passed.  The ork howled and hurried to abandon his steed, but the grenade went off before he could jump, flipping ork and craft alike through the air.

Someone on the boat must have been watching because a whoosh of flame exploded from nozzles attacked to the thing’s hull, and the escape craft threw out a massive wake as it accelerated.  Suvd gunned her engine, crouching over the handlebars as the watercraft picked up speed, bouncing over the waves like a frightened horse.  In her own wake, the cybork bodyguards whirled their craft about as they recovered from the sudden ambush and jetted in pursuit of the lone Astartes.

Gunfire continued to stitch the waves around her, and though her bobbing craft made a difficult target she was not content to leave such things to luck, and snapped her bolt pistol from her belt, twisting to keep one hand on the controls as she fired at the ork closest to her.  The first shot went high, but as she adjusted to the motion of the jetcraft as it tore across the water her second and third shots punched the ork from his saddle.

Another came in from the opposite side, gunning his throttle and the two vehicles bucked sharply as they collided, nearly throwing Suvd into the ocean.  The cybork grabbed her wrist as she tried to bring her pistol to bear, and the two of them struggled for a moment before the White Scar reared and slammed her helmet into the greenskin’s face.  Her left-side eyepiece cracked with the force of the blow, but the alien went slack as he reeled, stunned, and toppled from his watercraft.

The collision had cost her speed, and one of the orks had used the opportunity to circle around in front of her, and as a result she had a perfect view of his fate as the ocean exploded and a massive, thrashing beast, a full ten meters of scale and sinew overturned his craft, enormous jaws hyperextending to grab the hapless ork in mid-tumble.  It vanished a moment later, leaving Suvd no time to contemplate its miraculous appearance, and so she opened up the throttle to full to resume her pursuit.

It was as the last of them was closing in that the sudden, gut-level warning to veer starboard hit her.  Suvd had not lived to the age of seventy as an Astartes by ignoring such instinctual warnings, and hastened to alter course.  A moment after she did the beast reappeared from the depths, rising from the waves to cross her wake, and a flash of white was visible from its back.  The Stormseer Charakha rode the beast by gripping its dorsal fin with one hand, the other swinging his lance out to decapitate the shocked ork.  With a swing of his head, the celebrated Charakha pulled the beast into a turn, driving it with his telepathic powers, and such was the beast’s speed that it actually brought him alongside Suv’s own roaring jetcraft.

“He’s mine!” Suvd snarled at him through the kick of ocean spray, and the Stormseer raised a warning finger from his lance, waggling it at her to warn against hunting another’s prey.  Suvd slammed a hand against the control bar.  “He wrecked my bike!” she protested.  This brought the Stormseer short, and she saw his helm turn from her to look at the ork boat and back.  Then, with a shrug, he threw his spear into the air and hauled back on the fin of his improvised steed, turning the create back towards the harbor to hunt the remainder of the ork waveriders.

Suvd caught the proffered weapon and swung it out to one side.  Now there was nothing to get between her and her target, and she rapidly closed the distance between herself and the boat.  At the last moment, she gave the watercraft a gentle pat of apology.  It might have been a haphazard nightmare borne of alien minds, but it had served her well.  With that she leapt, letting the jetcraft slam into the back end of the boat, while the White Scar herself landed on the rear deck and quickly made use of her lance to begin spearing the orks that manned the craft, the energy weapon cutting them down as if she were harpooning fish in a barrel.

The dok himself was waiting for her one the bridge, but rather than raise a weapon the greenskin raised a hand control, thumb poised over a bright red button painted with a skull and crossbones.  “Fuggedit, ‘umie,” it cracked in a voice augmented by vox-feedback.  “I press dis button, an’...”The dok trailed off, looking down at the decking where a severed hand lay alongside a spatter of black ork blood, then back up at the severed stump of his wrist where the lance had passed through it.

Said lance clanged to the deck as Suvd pulled off her damaged helmet to reveal her braided topknot and the ritual scars of her chapter.  A moment later and she’d grabbed the ork’s head with both hands and, before he could do more than struggle, slammed his face into the boat’s instrument panel.  “YOU!” she roared in tandem with the blow.  “WRECKED!  MY!  BIKE!”  Each word accompanied another blow of the dok’s face against the controls, until finally the last of them slammed his head into the circuitry all the way up to the shoulders, and the alien’s body jerked spasmodically with the sudden influx of electricity.

She was sitting on the boat’s aft deck, spear in hand, when Charakha and his maritime mount surfaced, the fearsome predator sidling up to the drifting ship as tame as any cart horse.  “Is all avenged?” he asked as Suvd rose.

“All is,” she confirmed, tossing the borrowed lance back to him.

“Come,” he said, patting the beast’s dorsal scales.  “Let us away from here, then.”

She eyed the proffered conveyance with a moment’s distaste.  “Are you sure you couldn’t commandeer me another one of those watercraft?” she asked.

[fuukonomiko]

OC Trivia Tag

@lion-of-vale

A little game! I love reading the trivia section for books/movies so I figured, hey why not make one for our OCs? I wouldn’t call these rules but perhaps guidelines on how this game can go.

1. Write 3-5 (or more if you wish) trivia about your OC. ANY OC.

2. Anything goes! Whether its about their making, their origins, their inspirations, etc.,

3. Tag a few folks who you want to share TRIVIA about their OCs too. No limits. People can go on this thing as little or as often as they want. OCs don’t have to be actively roleplaying or belong to any specific fandom.

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OC Trivia

> Of my female OCs, Fuuko is the one created last. Karimah was first made in December 2016. Salvia in May 2017. Fuuko didn’t exist until July 2017. She’s almost 4 years old!

> Fuuko in Japanese means Wind Child. The original Fuuko (for which I was ‘no miko’ for, was Kirisawa Fuuko from the manga/anime series Flame of Recca back in 1997). Goddess Fuuko was created by accident. She is not an intentional OC by any means.

> The original design for Fuuko had her with long claws, hooves and a vertical maw, really long horns and a dragon-like tail. Her current design of having eyes on her chest and a horizontal maw with wings did not come until months later because I could not replicate the original art by @toranekostudios

> The first representations of the Goddess were drawn by the two very lovely artists @toranekostudios and @crysdrawsthings

TAGGING: @gingerfan24 @kalle-and-lita @lion-of-vale

(And even if you’re not tagged, please feel free to participate, I just didn’t want to mass tag y’all)