#nwod oc

[spectrolitha]

My pathetic little mew mew aka my Changeling the Lost OC.

He's an Elemental Fireheart.

Also he's a Loyalist. Which means he is out of Arcadia but still serves True Fae. These sad eyes will be the last thing you'll see before he sells you out to Gentry 😌

[cyberturbine]

[redratt]

a sketch of Lux, the Promethean (Frankenstein). her body is made of several different victims of a serial killer and her head is a preserved wolf head taken from a wall-- the victim in that killing was mutilated too badly to be be usable, so the wolf head went on instead. when she was new, Lux didn't have problems speaking, but as she's gone further along on her pilgrimage and come to terms with her inhumanity (due to a short stint in Cuprum) she's found it harder to talk. to fix the stiffness of head, Lux has to regularly re-wire her jaw. if she doesn't do this about every three or so weeks, Lux is unable to talk much at all beyond short guttural vocalizations.

she knows sign language, but the version she knows is a mix of a few different dialects, learned piecemeal along her travels.

for those who know promethean, her calcified alembics are: MOTUS ( ferrum / exemplar ) INTERNALIZE ( stannum / outcast ) IMPERATUS ( stannum / savage ) BESTIAE FACIES ( cuprum / hermit ) her current Transmutation is Phosphorum, and her current two alembics are Beacon of Helios & Ignis Aspiratus. she's occupying the Daredevil role.

Lux has mastered Ferrum's three roles.

[saintchevre]

A man and his fetch, what will become of them?

[drayners]

more OC art... this is the vampire Crow from the weekly World of Darkness game I play in! Crow is an anxious mage who spends their time hanging out with (and worrying about) the deadliest monsters in town. When not worrying away, Crow researches arcane rituals and spies on the dreams of town mortals.

[propalitetz]

magical boy polish hussar

[gristlegrinder]

one of those character inspiration memes. sorry i know i’ve never talked about marina for longer than five minutes on this blog but you need to know that she exists and she’s like this and i love her

[erisacolyte]

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[sprintingowl]

TTRPGs As Terrariums For Blorbos

One thing that I think isn't covered enough in TTRPG recommendations is styles of play.

There's a lot of "this game has this tone," or "this game is this amount of crunchy," but less "what are you playing towards?"

In games like Microscope and I'm Sorry Did You Say Street Magic? and The Quiet Year, you're playing to see what happens to the setting.

In games like Mork Borg and Into The Odd and Mothership, you're playing to see how far your character can get.

And in a lot of games, you're playing to create a blorbo, an OC, just a little guy, and the soul of the gameplay is the story of who your guy is and who your guy becomes.

This is blorbo style play.

And the thing about styles of play is that you can apply them to any game, even games that aren't really built to enable them. So I wanted to take a moment to shine a spotlight onto some games that do specifically enable you to fully blorb out. (I'll try to cover a mix of genres and tones, but the rpg scene is vast so if you have a favorite that I missed please feel free to shout it out in the replies.)

-Golden Sky Stories. This is the English translation of the Japanese TTRPG Yuuyake Koyake. You play as shapeshifter kids and spirits in a small town and, instead of tracking EXP, the thing that you carry from session to session is your relationships with other characters. The tone of the game is heartwarming, and if combat happens, both sides lose. There can be emotional turmoil, but this isn't a game where you have to worry about bad things happening to your blorbo.

-New World Of Darkness. On the other hand, let's say you *want* bad things to happen to your blorbo. You want to play a guy that's really going through it. If you also like modern supernatural stories, New World Of Darkness was built for you. Characters in NWoD can be entirely non-combat, or a literal werewolf, or a noncombat werewolf. The game places a lot of emphasis on navigating through the setting socially, as its supernatural creatures tend to run in factions and starting a fight usually means making a bunch of enemies.

-Pasion De Las Pasiones. Of course, not everyone wants a fantastical setting. Sometimes good old melodrama is hearty and comforting. Pasion De Las Pasiones is a playable telenovela, and it encourages you to play your characters bold and recklessly. Every class even has a built-in Meltdown, where if you're pushed to the edge they become extra reckless, ensuring a broad fallout of messy drama when they do manage to calm down.

-Cortex System / Unisystem. Perhaps you want to drop your blorbo into an existing fictional universe? But you also want stats and meaty character creation instead of just freeform roleplay? There are easily a dozen games on the Cortex engine, including Supernatural, Firefly, Smallville, Battlestar Galactica, Marvel, and Leverage. And on Unisystem, there's Buffy, Army Of Darkness, as well as a somewhat rare I Can't Believe It's Not Planet Of The Apes.

-Lancer / Gubat Banwa. If you like blorb-y play but still want a heavy side of combat, both of these games have you covered. Lancer has a sprawling scifi universe focused on mech pilots, and Gubat Banwa has a violent and lavish mythological Philippines setting. Both of these games also have stunningly beautiful artwork, so if you like seeing a setting visually come to life, these are for you.

-Fabula Ultima. My final recommendation is also an extremely gorgeous looking game. Fabula Ultima is built on the bones of Ryuutama (itself an excellent travel-fantasy game) to enable meaty, blorby Final Fantasy style campaign play. Combat is a rich and deep option in Fabula Ultima, but so is everything from spellcasting to crafting, and players have built-in resources they can spend to affect the story. If a scene isn't quite going the way you want it to, you can spend a point to nudge it in the right direction. Fabula Ultima also feels extremely complete without being too complicated.

So there you go. Eight options, and that's barely scratching the surface of the sea of blorb-y games (Seventh Sea, Exalted, Blue Rose, Legend Of The Five Rings, Coyote And Crow, Timewatch, Nahual, and more!)

It's also not wrong to play non-blorb-y games in a blorb-y way. Do whatever you're comfortable with! But you might enjoy dipping into these titles.

Finally, if you've read this far and you're somehow still looking for MORE recommendations, I wrote this game about runaway changelings trying to find their place in the world, and it's probably the blorbiest in my catalog.

[vamp-orwave]

I was tagged in "9 people you'd like to get to know better" by @syntheticmortal so herewego.jpg

3 ships: Tadfools polycule 🧠 (BG3), Imogen/Laudna 🌩💀 (Critical Role C3), Niko/Liam 🩸⚔ (shaydh's WoDsquad)

First ship: probably Jareth/Sarah from Labyrinth, but the first one I made art about was self insert OC/Murdoc from Gorillaz. In early high school I used to draw shitty little comics of myself and the band, and show them to anyone who expressed a modicum of interest. Some of them were way too spicy to be doing that. 😶

Last song: had this one on repeat while I was finishing chapter 7 of HFWN 😈

Last film: Blade (1998), which I gave my thoughts on here. 😎

Currently reading: I don't read enough books to have a "current" but the last novel I finished was The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix (very good, highly recommend) and I have recently cracked open both the D&D 5e PHB and the NWOD Carthians source book for reference. 📚

Currently craving: McNaldo's cheeseburber 🍔

Fav colour: I literally can never choose just one, they're all so beautiful. Black is usually my go-to but she's at her best when complimented by a nice blue or red... or purple, or green... or -- look, you get it. 🎨

Relationship status: blissful long-term partnership with my lovely sweet Greek boy Bear (name and descriptor). He is also my full-time carer! We are both bisexual 💖💜💙

Last google search: I use Duckduckgo on mobile, but on desktop it was "eye contact synonym" #justwriterthings 👁👄👁

Current obsessions: Assorted vampires (does it count if it's a perma-obsession?) 🧛‍♀️ / The Emperor BG3 🦑 / the music in my Spotify likes 📻

Tagging @virginiaisforhaters @abearirl @haunted-skitty-doll @mephal @lazareneblessing @heywizards @meatcrimes @faneth @witchknightblack and anyone else who wants to do one!

[eden-regained]

I love the contrast between my Chronicles of Darkness/nWoD versus my World of Darkness/oWoD characters (especially when there's OCs that exist in both timelines)

CofD: We're just ordinary people being dragged into the whimsical and the horrifying beyond the veil of what a mere man may normally comprehend. We know there's an infinitely dark abyss waiting for us, but we will fight, no matter what, no matter the cost.

oWoD: We're all reincarnations of chaotic Gods from the collective nightmares of all earthly beings no we do not pay our taxes fuck you

(also I just realized that's basically what canon oWoD and CofD boil down to)

[spectrolitha]

How it is going vs how it started

I spent some time staring at my Galatea OC for Promethean the Created... And then he, who was made with "spoiled, but nice kid" vibes in mind, suddenly revealed to me that he's kinda batshit insane, which I didn't plan for at all x')

Yeah, Narkizo is disobeying his creator's (mine) ideas. As a Promethean should, I suppose. That's why, using that knowledge, I drew a picture, which may be the best thing I've drawn in a while. Under the cut you can see what Narkizo was like before this reveal. He's still silly and goofy and affectionate towards Sharla, my Frankenstein girl, but now he has some sinister depth to him >:D

[cyberturbine]

VTR Ventrue OC, Knyazev Nestor Nikolaevich

[redratt]

heheheheh its her the vengeance necropolitan

[disjointedaria]

A handful of finished comms from the current batch! -two of my friend, A Bear's, demonic original characters whose designs I ABSOLUTELY adore! -A series of various sketches of my friends' wonderful FFXIV Elezen and Viera couple -a delightful surprise request for not only a friend's NWoD tabletop Changing Breeds werebear, but my kitchen witch Mortal from the same game!

Slowly but surely making my way through the queue! Got a handful more to go and I've still got slots open!

[doloresdraws]

04 – Elysium fashion

There was nothing that she loathed more than having to spend time in the company of other Kindred. Same dead faces, same boring small talk sparkled by occasional subtle insults...And yet, because of her position as an Elysium Keeper, she had to be there, entertaining everyone and putting on her best smile for all those undead losers. But if there was one thing she did love about Elysiums, something that has brought her at least some joy, it was the opportunity to wear and show off her most fashionable, yet very tasteful wardrobe.

She was well aware of her beauty, evidently it was what “earned” her this “delightful” existence in the first place. Adrianna had no doubts that she would look radiant wearing practically anything, her experiences over the centuries have told her so.

There was something empowering in the way she felt when she put on her most delicate pieces of clothing. Maybe it was the fact that it made her feel like a real piece of art and maybe to an extent she did enjoy some of the attention her presence and grace evoked. There was no one who could ever compete with her sense of style or beauty, not even that doe-eyed little whore Lola. Adrianna opened her closet and gently stroked all of her carefully handpicked dresses, most of them sown specifically for her by her talented admirers. “Beautiful,” she whispered as she touched the silky fabric of the white dress. “Yes, that will do,” she couldn’t wait to see all of the lifeless eyes on her, admiring her boldness of wearing a white dress in a room full of monsters and bottled blood refreshments. 

Speaking of monsters, she let her nightgown slip, revealing her pale body as she carefully started to put on her gown for the evening. She put on quite a show for him, dressing in a slow and provocative way and when she was about to put her arms through the sleeves and put the upper part of the dress up to cover her breasts, she stopped.

“I know you are here,” Adrianna sighed dramatically and paused for a moment. “Maybe you could help me with the dress…” her voice soft and alluring, her blue eyes glancing around her bedroom’s darkest corners.

And there he was, almost crouching near her bed, a grotesque image of a man, with part of his jaw carelessly sewn together.

Of course, he had to skulk around, but she was counting on it, she was in a lousy mood and while she had to hold in all her spite around other Kindred, with this one she could be much less considerate.

Theodor was so pathetic in his devotion to her that she could literally tear him into pieces, and he would apologize for bleeding on her. That was the true gift of the blood, binding the weak, enthralling them into submissive, life-sized toys, eager to please their masters.

Adrianna has never blood-bonded another Kindred before, and maybe a tiny part of her felt some kind of pity for him, but the truth was that the foolish Nosferatu has done all of this to himself. She simply took the opportunity that was handed to her when she found this filthy tragedy snooping around, invading her last remains of privacy.

Theodor made a step towards her, bowing as gracefully as he could with the thick amount of layers he wore, his unnaturally orange pupils kept slipping down at her naked chest. “My lady, it would be my pleasure to help you dress up, if you allow it...”

She could see his consuming thirst for her in his dead eyes, his eagerness to touch her, to feel her smooth skin, what a loathsome creature he was, desperate for something he can never have.

Adrianna smiled at him, turning her back towards him to make him believe that she would let him ruin her pristine white dress with his dirty talons.

He stepped behind her, too close for her liking, and even without actually inhaling, the stench of  sewers permiated the air around her. As he extended his arms to hold the back of the dress to pull it up, she turned her back away from him, leaving him frozen in confusion.

“Nevermind, I changed my mind. I think I will rather do it myself,” she sneered with disgust at the sight of his unclean hands, inches away from her chest.

Theodor didn’t even try to hide his lust for her, and she had enjoyed seeing him like this, pitiful, lonely man starving for her, desperate for her affection when he had to know that all he could ever expect from her was endless teasing, pain and humiliation.

She gracefully managed to pull the upper part of the dress over her chest, making sure to let her feminine fingers linger on her breast for a moment to torment Theodor for a tiny bit longer. Once she was done, she turned away from him and started to comb her hair with her fingers, ignoring his presence completely.

Theodor watched her for a while, undressing her with his eyes, before he gathered enough courage to approach her again. “ Adri, eh, I mean my lady, I have brought you a gift.” He reached in the pocket of his torn jacket and extended his arm in front of Adrianna’s face.

She flinched a bit to remind him just how unpleasant his company made her feel. With disinterest she observed as he opened his hand to show a beautiful antique brooch with a woman’s portrait carved in the center of it.

“Eh, um, it reminded me of you, my lady.” He chuckled, his deformed face curved in a grin, causing a few of the seams on his jaw to tear up, some white, sticky liquid leaking through them.

“She looks almost as pretty as you,… almost,” he made sure to emphasize the fact that for him she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the Earth.

Adrianna carefully took the brooch from his palm, making sure not to touch him and examined it. It was truly a beautiful piece. Nosferatu were disgusting and unclean rats, but they sure knew where to look for the most beautiful things, what a cruel irony.

“Huh, I think it would look very good on you with this dress,” he pointed to the part of the dress where it revealed her cleavage, almost touching her, but her disapproving look stopped him from proceeding and he awkwardly chuckled, pulling his hand away.

She was almost ready to thank him for the present, because it truly was stunning, but the fact that he thought he could give her fashion advice made all of the little benevolence she had for this sewer rat tonight disappear.

Adrianna gave him a smile that was all but genuine and gritted her teeth while gently stroking the part of his face, where the sticky, milky liquid dripped from his jaw, with her fingers. Slowly cutting all of the seams with her nails, causing his jaw to gradually fall apart.

He thought he did good, he really thought he's made her happy and that she was going to let him touch her, or at least give him a taste of her Vitae. He longed to feel her inside of him, even if it was only through her blood. Instead, she was tearing up his face. The ordeal did hurt, but because he had to go through the process of sewing it back together after every feeding, he was used to it. And although he didn’t know what exactly he did wrong tonight, he understood he deserved to be punished. At least she was touching him, even if it was to cause him pain.

One night he was going to please her and she was gonna let him touch and kiss her… He just had to keep trying. She was his to take. He knew it as soon as he saw her crying alone in this very bedroom, long time ago, her bloody tears filling her mesmerizing blue eyes.

She needed someone to save her and he was that someone… Deep inside she had to know that too, that was why she allowed him to help her and offered him a taste of her rich, red desire to keep him close forever…

As his jaw was hanging by a thread now, she rolled up the sleeve on her other hand a pressed the pin of the brooch through his jaw stitching it back together. “Perfect,” she whispered satisfied as she admired her work.

Grossed out she wiped her fingers into his jacket before stepping away from him, gently adjusting her sleeves and dress. “I wish for you to leave me alone now, ” her voice cold and demanding.

Theodor bowed again, holding his face with his hand as the brooch barely held it in place. “I...hope you.. will have a nice eve..ning, ..my..lady, ” he muttered, pus from his face spilling down on the ground as he spoke.

“Maybe the next time you will manage to do what I've asked you to do and maybe, just maybe I will take pity on you and you will deserve...” she bit her finger and suggestively ran it over her lips and neck right to her cleavage, careful not to stain her dress.

“.. some of this…” She licked the Vitae from her finger, smiling at him, showing him fangs. The Nosferatu froze, lost in his excruciating desire for her and the visions of him drinking her Vitae from her perfectly shaped breasts.

“Now be gone, I need to get ready and you are dripping on my carpet...” She opened the door for him and watched him disappear in the shadows of the dark hallway of her and her Sire’s mansion. “Disgusting…” She muttered as she closed the door shut, returning to her big Elysium preparations.