#oc char

[kirric-the-fan]

magical girl design idea:

She's your typical black and white emo and quite reserved girl normally, who is always wearing a snood/buff/neckscarf thing as a civilian, with it covering her chin most the time.

When she first got powers, her teammates were excited to see what sort of magical girl she would blossom into, what she would be like without the scarf, and then, um...

they got this. Which is a lot more floral and colourful than she is normally, but still quite reserved for a magical girl.

When fighting she gets a lot of lacy bow 2d punch sheets like the outline that seems to float behind her.

When she speaks in transformed form, it is always muffled. This includes all her attack phrases. Which means there's a lot of: Magical girl: "MmmMm-mm Mmm-mm."

Villain: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Magical girl: "MmmMm-mm Mmm-mm!"

*Villain gets nuked by the power of love and a thousand rainbows*

She probably has some sort of linked fairy companion that does most of the tough-talking when transformed, with her occasionally agreeing.

One time in civilian form she dresses up smart, suit etc without the scarf, and none of her teammates recognise her.

She can blush through the scarf btw. Which happens. A Lot.

This is was based on vv btw (Hime/Cure Princess ninja dress-up form). I was reminded of this recently, and on the back of my Big Bow stuff (is vv diff char tho), my head went "what if..?"

[gnollface]

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HOMEBREW HOBGOBLINS AND WHY THEYRE SUPERIOR TO THE DND ONES....

LET ME TELL YOU AT LENGTH.

[sinhnhi678]

Finally. The debut of my OC Doofus Painter Rick. He will be Rickcest. His muse is a normal Rick.

[thecrossovergames]

Raven Reyes | Nineteen | Human | District Ten | Lindsey Morgan | Availability: Taken

Strengths:

Bravery — No one who knows Raven could question her bravery. She has a courageous heart, and ability to push her fear down should it arise. She’s shown this countless times by bargaining with peacekeepers, stealing to survive, and escaping her District. In the face of protecting a loved one, nothing could scare her enough to stop her.

Intelligence — Raven understood pressure regulation by the time she was thirteen, and had started building from scraps at that same age. In a District of kids with only street smarts and survival skills, Raven stood out, and could often be found reading or asking questions. She quickly decided she loved mechanics, spending endless hours in the junkyard taking apart old items purely to see how they worked. Her mind is her favourite thing about herself, and she’d truly be lost without it.

Forgiveness — Although emotional and occasionally guarded, Raven has an exceptional capacity to forgive those who’ve wronged her, especially if she’s pledged her loyalty to them. She understands that people are guaranteed to make mistakes, being human herself, and has taught herself to move on from situations that would otherwise hold her back. Even when people disappoint her, she continues to love them and provide them with second chances, forcing herself to understand their perspective.

Resilience — She never gives up. Raven’s life has been far from easy, ever since being abandoned by her mother as a child. But she continues to fight, to push past her emotional scars and survive. The world may not treat her with kindness, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t suck it up, and fight back twice as hard.

Confident — Raven knows that she’s a useful asset to her team, and will put herself forward for tasks if she believes she’s right for them. It doesn’t come across as arrogant despite the smirk she wears when bragging about herself, instead she just presents herself with a subtle aura of pride, that is actually quite charming.

Weaknesses:

Stubborn — Stubborn and independent by nature, Raven refuses to ask for help unless it’s completely necessary to her survival. Once set on a task, she’ll stop at nothing to complete it, whether it be something she’s building or an escape plan. Not completing her goals can lead to Raven feeling distressed and worthless, as her intelligence is what she prides herself on most.

Self-sacrificial — Although she currently has no one to sacrifice herself for, Raven would, without question or hesitation, risk her life to protect her friends. Finn taught her how to love when he kept Raven alive from a young age, putting her needs before his own, and now she does the same every single day. Her loved ones will always come before her, especially in the face of danger. Whilst considered a good and honourable trait by others, in the face of a rebellion, it’s bound to lead to Raven getting hurt.

Emotional — Raven is emotional, and she’s not afraid of expressing that if she’s in distress. She can let the pressure of certain situations get to her, especially if they involve Finn. Whilst she can handle an immense amount of physical pain, emotional pain is her downfall, and at times she’s uncertain of how to cope with it without lashing out, or triggering her arguably short temper.

Analytical — With a keen mind comes a need to over analyse, to observe everything around her. Whilst most critical of herself, Raven is guilty of judging others from time to time, questioning their decisions whilst attempting to understand them, too. She connects most with people who are similar to herself, and who share her views, often disconnecting from those who do not.

Biography:

In a District of scavengers, perhaps Raven should have expected to be abandoned at a young age, as her mother never could’ve dreamed of providing for them both. She learned nothing of her father, believing he must have died or ran away before she was even born. She would’ve never survived on her own, she would’ve never survived without Finn Collins. The rugged boy next door with a heart too big for his own body, he found Raven alone in her cold, lonely apartment and instantly befriended her. He’d halve his own meals to provide for her, to keep her safe and alive. He was the only real thing Raven had ever loved, other than her own mind, and he soon became her only family.

On the days that Finn wasn’t around, Raven found comfort in mechanics. She became a scavenger herself, technically speaking, although she refused to steal from another person, focusing solely on the scraps in the streets. She built a reputation for herself with her intelligence, often trading for parts with the promise of fixing a bike or a computer, and it wasn’t long before Peacekeepers began to notice, too. Although not a witch, she even dabbled with magical items, considering so many of them were scattered through District Ten. As she grew and learned, she earned respect, and her neighbours would choose her first should they need an item repairing. Her life could’ve certainly been better, especially on the days she found herself missing her mother, but she was happy with her simple, repetitive life.

Raven fell in love with the stars, and would often discuss her dreams of visiting them with Finn. And on the evening before her seventeenth birthday, he provided her with just that — to a certain degree. Away from the apartments, out past the District gates, those who’d ‘District walked’ without getting caught had bragged about how beautiful the sky looked at night, away from everything and all distractions. Finn had assembled a plan for them to escape for a few hours, wanting Raven to experience something memorable on her special day. But with the rebellion came excessive security, something Finn had failed to account for. They both got caught, but being seventeen and a legal adult, Finn was the only one of the duo to be punished. Despite Raven’s cries for help, her bargaining pleas for them to take her instead, Finn was executed at dawn three days later.

She’d hurt herself countless times whilst building, with injuries that had took months to heal properly, but this was a scar that would never fade. She’d never experienced pain like it, and for days, she couldn’t even bring herself to move. Finn was all she’d had in this broken world, and losing him made her feel as if she’d lost herself. He’d nulled every fear she’d ever had about the Hunger Games, the rebellion, the bombings. Without him, everything she’d avoided came into focus. She knew what she had to do. After allowing herself time to grieve, she sucked up her pain, she built a brace for her scars. She traded everything she had for an old motorbike, all it needed was some love and some parts. With a determined mind, she fixed it, and used it to escape what used to feel like home.

Of course, her stubborn and reckless nature hadn’t predicted how quickly it would fail. She was soon caught out, but not by the Peacekeepers of her District. Instead, by Coin’s followers, those she’d only heard about via whispers. She was escorted to the Capitol, and offered a compromise, one they’d only given her because of her intelligence and ability to build. If she helped with their plans, they’d give her the one thing she wanted most: Finn. Alive. A promise she couldn’t refuse, one that would allow her to not only be with him forever, but bonded for life. Despite how much she questioned Coin’s morals, she couldn’t say no to that. And everything was fine, up until the Gala occurred, that was when cracks began forming in her plan. She’d buried herself in work, learning how to hack, fixing weapons that had been broken during battle. But upon seeing the captives with her own eyes, and the torture they were put through, Raven began to wonder if she’d made the right decision after all. Did she help the rebels, and focus on a better future? Or did she compromise her compassion and focus on her past?

[ajacks99]

Fighting (with) Style

I think this is my first writing post from the Spectrum Heroes ‘Verse lol, hope you enjoy!

As a note: Wraith creatures are tall skeletal humanoids with oversized hands and claws, and Viper’s are large snake-like creatures with several whip-like tails

“This is Lion to Amber squad, we have reports of a group of V.I.C.E creatures on your patrol route, can you intercept?” Lion’s slightly rough voice announced into the otherwise dull patrol.

Bastion glanced at her squad, all of whom nodded, and then pulled over to the side of the road. “This is Bastion, we’re free to intercept- send us the coordinates and details and we’ll be on our way,”

“Coordinates sent,” Lion replied, accompanied by the beep of Amber’s communicator, “we don’t know much- we just know a Viper and a Wraith have been spotted but we can’t tell if there are any more. They’re hiding in the northern forest right now but they’re getting close to a small settlement,”

“Thanks Lion, we’ll intercept and contain. ETA 5 minutes,”

“Roger that, Amber squad- good hunting,” Lion replied, the communications channel closing as Amber pushed the truck into a higher gear and shot off down the road. Wolf, in the seat next to her, opened the glove compartment and tossed the first aid kit to Breeze, who quickly pocketed it, and drew out his own gauntlets, snapping them into place with practiced ease. Char shifted in her seat to keep an eye out of the window, shielding her eyes with a hand as she looked over the forest.

Luckily, the coordinates were very close to where they had already been patrolling at the edge of the forest, and it didn’t take long for them to see signs of the monsters.

The trees around them were warped and shattered, with deep gouges tearing up the ground and any remaining stumps. Bastion slowed the truck, swerving around fallen logs and telling the others to keep an eye out.

Suddenly, a roar sounded through the forest- a deep, guttural and hissing cry that set their teeth on edge. It was joined by two slightly higher, more human-like yells and Bastion sighed. “Wolf, radio in and tell them we’ve confirmed there’s at least two Wraiths and a Viper- we’ll go on foot from here,”

“Roger that,” Wolf replied, dropping back and letting his partners take the lead.

Char took point, as was usual for her, with Bastion marching just behind her. Breeze stuck close to Wolf, his crossbow loaded and ready to fire.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, Bastion held up her hand and they all stopped. She paused and glanced ahead of them, closing her eyes. “We’re close, everyone ready?”

Affirmatives sounded from her team and she grinned, priming her shields so they could immediately start fighting.

“Let’s go then,”

~*~

Bastion was doing what she did best in a battle- that being, distracting and slowly destroying a wraith by using her razor-sharp energy shields as throwing discs, slicing the monster apart and dodging away from its claws.

Char wasn’t afraid to admit Bastion’s fighting style was beautiful- a lethal and dangerous dance honed through years of borderline excessive experience and Bastion’s own gritty determination.

Wolf and Breeze, since neither possessed offensive abilities unlike Bastion and Char herself, had teamed up to face the Viper. Wolf kept its attention, using his enhanced senses to dodge its many tails and land heavy blows to its head with his gauntlets, paving the way for Breeze to take aim with his crossbow. The viper creature, though agile, could only hope for a stroke of luck against the two of them, since Breeze could barely be touched due to his ability and Wolf was preventing it from opening its jaw to snap at them.

Char grinned at the battle, having taken a moment to catch her breath since defeating a wraith herself. The creature lay in literal pieces around her, viscera and black blood coating the ground and the shattered points of abandoned crystals. Her fighting style, unlike her partners’, was raw and uncontained, but it suited her personality and ability perfectly. She was an force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, all of the Spectrum Heroes were, but she was one of the few who could go toe-to-toe with the vice creatures and win spectacularly.

Suddenly, she heard a yell from Wolf and the Viper hissed, and Char turned just in time to see Wolf get thrown into the trees around the battlefield. She gritted her teeth and charged forwards, crystals sprouting from her skin and forming around her hands into a pair of gauntlets. Breeze noticed her charging and leapt to the side, providing cover fire as she leapt at the Viper. Char heard Bastion finish with her Wraith and run to Wolf, but she was then distracted by the fact the Viper managed to hook its tails around her and lift her high into the air.

Pain sparked through her body, crushing and constricting around her ribs and ignoring any of her naturally enhanced armour.

She grinned, and the pain exploded outwards. Crystals jutted from her skin, slicing and tearing the Viper’s tails into ribbons and leaving a gorey splatter on the floor as Char landed. The Viper writhed and hissed at her, but a quick blow from Bastion silenced it completely and it fell to the ground.

Bastion heaved in a breath and then rushed to Char’s side, pushing Char’s hair back and glaring at her. “That was a huge risk, never do that again,”

“It’s not like it could properly hurt me,” Char replied, smiling cockily at her girlfriend.

Bastion huffed. “I still don’t like to see it- you taking risks I mean,”

“Pot. Kettle,” Char replied, pointing between herself and Bastion and then, before Bastion could reply, gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. She rocked back on her heels and grinned, taking in Bastion’s slightly annoyed but blushing face, and then ran to check on Breeze and Wolf, giving each of them kisses too before checking the perimeter.

Wouldn’t want to make Bastion worry, of course, if they got surprised by another Viper.

[jake-tsukimono-blog]

Chapter 1 coming very soon!!!

I’ll have the first chapter of Jake’s story out after the new year! Start things off with a fresh mindset 😊 In the meantime, if you haven’t read Jake’s origin, check it out below and let me know what you think of it! Also feel free to ask me any questions about myself or Jake.

[jentry-reed]

"How about you come closer and say that to my face, hm?"

[thecrossovergames]

Tate Langdon | Nineteen | (non) Human | District Two | Evan Peters | Availability: Taken

Strengths:

Protective* — When Tate becomes attached to people, he takes it upon himself to protect them. When he was a child, he grew up defending his siblings to their mother and her several lovers, and anyone else who happened to comment on them in a negative light. He carried this into his teenage years when he was able to start thinking for himself, forming bonds with people he liked, vowing to never let anything hurt them.

Dishonesty — Tate can easily lie about his time in the arena, or his past in general, and can pretend to appear oblivious to those that don’t know who he is or what he’s done. He knows that not everyone will see his actions in the same way that he views them, and he doesn’t want to drive potential friends away, so more often than not he will put on a mask of ignorance and keep his secrets hidden. Being brought back as a non-human has only helped that, since he doesn’t remember his death, he exaggerates that truth by saying he can’t recall the events that lead up to it, either.

Compassionate — Despite everything, Tate does have a compassionate streak, and a tendency to want to please other people (primarily women, but this can be stretched to men who take his interest too). Although he can appear apathetic at first, seeing someone he cares for cry can often fill him with a need to resolve the problem; unless it’s someone who’s rubbed him up the wrong way. He can love just as much as he can hate, occasionally becoming dependent on others.

Creative — Tate has a creative thought process, he enjoys reading and listening to soulful music, and tends to see the world in a different light to others. He’s not one to avoid expressing this, either. He has a lot of varying thoughts in his head, mostly opinions and perceptions of Panem, and most of them are pretty inventive and arguably intelligent for someone so young.

Adaptive — In most cases, he can adjust quickly to new environments and new people. As an avid believer of impossible ideas, Tate came to accept his resurrection when he awoke in a strange environment, catching on to the situation without causing too much of a fuss about it. Although his death had an impact on him, he’s learned to move past it, adapting to his new surroundings and finding something to occupy his sleepless nights. Finding the rebels was just another thing he had to mould into, and again, it took little effort due to his open mind.

Weaknesses:

Protective* — Tate often voices the opinion that if you love somebody, you should never hurt them. And in his head, he continues the sentence – that you shouldn’t let anybody else hurt them, either. Tate’s protection is perfectly fine in regards to the people that he is protecting, but to others, the ones who are deemed a danger to the people he loves, it’s dangerous. Due to his psychosis, he’ll go to extreme lengths to defend the people he’s attached to, without thinking rationally about the negative consequences. Although he may come to regret it later, at the time of committing these actions, he believes it to be the right thing to do.

Family — Arguably Tate’s biggest weakness, as he holds family values in high esteem. He loves his siblings, more than anything, and their treatment only furthered his hatred towards Constance, his mother. In his eyes, she was responsible for everything bad that had happened during his time in Two, she’d driven his father away and was responsible for Beau’s death. Her neglect and alcoholic fits of rage are what drove Tate to his behaviour in later life, and any discussions about his family that he does not initiate could easily set him off.

Psychosis — Tate has been labelled by more than one person as a psychopath. He’s an intense young boy with misguided intentions, and as his mother will often say, ‘he is just a young man with too deep feelings, he has the soul of a poet, but no grit or steel that acts as a bulwark against the world’. He doesn’t want to be the monster he is perceived to be, though; he wants to be a good person, more than anything, but with so much pain and confusion running around his head, that might be impossible. His dark thoughts can be incredibly invasive, despite how much he tries to ignore them.

Temper — Again, due to his psychosis, Tate can have ‘episodes’ where he makes rash, dangerous decisions whereby people or property can get damaged or hurt. When he’s angry, it’s usually due to him not getting something he wanted, or something not going his way. He often looks back on the decisions he’s made whilst in this state with confusion, wondering whether it was right or not. When it comes to regretting his actions, that’s an entirely different case. It’s only when he’s confronted that he starts questioning his guilt regarding the situation.

Rejection — His psychiatrist has identified him as having a fear of rejection. And that is by all means true. He can’t handle being pushed away, and when it does occur, he can often revolt back to his destructive tendencies. This all stems down to Tate’s belief of his father leaving the family when he was just six years old. (His father was in fact murdered by his mother, but Constance lied to her offspring to protect them and to avoid driving them away). He has carried those insecurities with him; often worried people he cares about will leave him.

Biography:

Tate Langdon can’t remember much of his childhood before his father left, just that it was a happier time, a safer one. He grew up in a grand house in District Two, with three older siblings who all suffered from either a physical or mental disability. It might not have appeared normal to others, but to Tate it was just that, a normal, loving family who weren’t burdened by the Games. It was the years after his father’s ‘disappearance’ that Tate started to understand why the world was wrong, which changed him as a person. His mother became a terrible parent, drinking and sleeping around and neglecting her children in the process, and eventually Tate came to the conclusion that he passionately hated her. Even more so when Larry, the next door neighbour, was introduced to the family. At twelve years old, Tate began training for the Hunger Games, which started to reveal that he was not the perfect son that his mother had always seen him as. The pressure placed upon him to succeed drove him to unusual behaviour, his hatred for the Career system and the egotistical maniacs involved in it soon becoming apparent. He figured none of it would matter, in the end, anyway.

On the day of the reaping, the Quarter Quell, Tate went against his mother’s wishes and volunteered for the Games. She’d changed her mind about wanting a Victor in the family upon hearing the twist, knowing her golden son wouldn’t survive against that many tributes. He was too sensitive, or so she claimed. But he had good reasoning for being a volunteer, which extended past pure spite. Two weeks beforehand, he’d discovered that Larry, with guidance from Constance, had murdered his brother Beauregard. The rage that he felt about someone hurting his big brother triggered a psychotic episode. With a match and some gasoline in his hands, he headed towards Larry’s office, an emotionless mask shielding the anger that was deep rooted inside of him. There were no rational thoughts in his head, nothing telling him of the consequences or the possibility that was he was doing was wrong. It was the first time he’d felt this way, the first time he’d lost control of himself. But Larry had killed his brother, and he wanted revenge. He spilled gasoline everywhere, mostly over Larry’s skin, and lit the match - walking out of the office seconds later with no signs of remorse or regret. So he volunteered as an escape, before he came to be prosecuted for his crimes.

Once in the Capitol, he trained by himself, not bothering with alliances like the others. He didn’t need them; he had no one there to please, as people were too concerned with covering their own backs. Seeing Voldemort in the flesh only made him angrier at this filthy goddamn excuse for a place, and by the time he was rising into the arena, and standing on the platform, he knew there was only one thing he could do. He had to save people from it. He had to kill them. – So that’s exactly what he did. After three days, five canons had sounded because of him alone. He counted them on his fingers as they passed. He didn’t know their names, but he saw their faces in the sky every night, and realised that he could have gotten to know them and liked them. That didn’t bother him, though, because he still would have done it. He dreamt of killing people he liked, too. Five days into the Games, Tate saw his death coming. Maybe the Capitol had done it on purpose; that was his theory, anyway. It was rare, but occasionally, Voldemort killed off tributes the Capitol didn’t like. And Tate was dangerous. He was saving people as quickly as he could, going against the Capitol’s wishes, and he had to be punished for that. Still feeling nothing, and watching a giant mutt make way towards him, he placed a finger gun to his head and made a small ‘pew’ sound, before being knocked over and entering the darkness.

That wasn’t the end for Tate, however. Because his body was held in ice, ready to be reawakened by Coin when she saw fit. She needed emotionless weapons. And after seeing the blonde’s behaviour in the arena, he was deemed perfect. The problem was that when Tate awoke in a hazy confusion, there was no deep-rooted anger anymore; in fact, there was emotion in its place. Even after the events had been explained to him, he still didn’t get it. Coin hadn’t anticipated this reaction from him, since she didn’t know Tate before the games, she didn’t know that certain aspects of his personality existed. But she worked with him anyway, hiring Ben Harmon, a psychiatrist, to work with Tate and attempt to condition him into something more suitable for her needs. And for a while, it worked, Tate actually grew to enjoy the conversations, to bat away the confusion as to what was real and fake and to distinguish between his desires and memories. That’s when he’d been told that he had a fear of rejection. Ben had informed Coin, and she thought she’d devised the perfect scheme to trigger Tate’s destructive behaviour. She rejected him – told him that she regretted bringing him back, that he was a mistake.

By this time, Tate had figured out enough information to clock onto what she was doing. Ben wasn’t a bad person, so he’d dropped subtle hints of what Coin had done. She’d rejected her own people, thrown them into an arena. Tate hated her. And when he got the chance, he ran away. He just wanted to go home, to find his sister Ade. Trying to remember the route from the Capitol to Two, he ran as quickly as he could along the tracks, and as someone who’d ran track in high school, he could sprint for a little longer than average. With no need for sleep, and a decreased need for food, he arrived in Two much earlier than anticipated. Instead of stumbling upon the rubble of his home, though, he found The Nut - cautiously making his way inside. He couldn’t quite believe it at first, that this is where the rebels had now settled. After all he’d heard, it seemed like too much of a coincidence. These people were going up against President Coin, someone who’d betrayed them, and used him, Tate wanted revenge and he wanted to help. And he also wanted someone to help him, so he decided to stay. Aiming to please the rebels, he began to hope that he wasn’t recognised, he knew the people here weren’t like Coin, they’d actually reject him for what he’d done, not use him for it. So he began to lie. Eventually, Tate ended up pushing his memories so far back he’d even convinced himself it didn’t happen. They were just dreams. Bad ones. He’d been in the arena, he’d survived five days and then he’d died. Tate wanted more than anything to be a good person, and he’d try to be.

[animalsofpiillo]

((Since I’m gonna be including HHD facilities and planting OCs to run them, I’d figure I’d go ahead and start introducing some. These first couple are based off of pre-existing OCs of mine that have been adjusted (in species, among other things) to fit the AC world--the first of these, Char, actually got a human villager based off of him in my game. Sorry I don’t have any pictures yet...))

Char

“I don’t boil, I simmer.” Species: Tortoise Personality: Smug Birthday: June 21 Catchphrases: “cool” (default; current) Clothes: Blue aloha shirt (default; current), HHA jacket (work) Favorite Song: K.K. Fusion Siblings: Older brother Skill: Barbecuing Goal: Architect Fear: Frankenstein Favorite Style/Color: Modern/Red Least Favorite Style: Crazy Coffee Preference: Blue Mountain, no milk or sugar Biography: Char and his younger brother Winty grew up with little but each other for emotional support and have been inseparable from Winty’s birth into their young adulthood today. After moving into the outskirts of Pi’illo of the Peasley County, Char took up a position at the realtor office Nook’s Homes as an interior designer. It’s probably worth noting that Char has low-level fire control, as he can create and manipulate flames if they are small enough. Ironic, considering one of this most defining traits is considered to be his coolheadedness. OC Notes: Char is based off of a Fire Bro. OC of mine who was also the basis for a secondary human character in my ACNL save file. This version of Char has had a somewhat better childhood than his Fire Bro. counterpart, whose father could be considered borderline emotionally abusive.

Winty

“Cold hands mean a warm heart.” Species: Tortoise Personality: Lazy Birthday: December 20 Catchphrases: “nippy” (default; current) Clothes: Red aloha shirt (default; current), Cafe uniform (work) Favorite Song: Forest Life Siblings: Younger brother Skill: Making ice cream Goal: Gardener Fear: Frankenstein Favorite Style/Color: Safe/Aqua Least Favorite Style: Gorgeous Coffee Preference: House Blend, lots of milk and three spoonfuls of sugar Biography: Winty’s mother passed away shortly after laying his egg. He and his older brother Char grew up with little but each other for emotional support and have been inseparable from Winty’s birth into their young adulthood today. After moving into the outskirts of Pi’illo of the Peasley County, met with a dog named Archie, and they opened a cafe together. It’s probably worth noting that Winty can freeze things to a certain range. Ironic, considering one of this most defining traits is considered to be his warmheartedness. OC Notes: Similar to Char, Winty is based off of an Ice Bro. OC of mine who is also brothers with Char. The original’s name, Winnie, had to be changed on my part to avoid confusion with an already existing AC character by that name.

Archie

“Sniff your way to success.” Species: Dog Personality: Jock Birthday: May 21 Catchphrases: “barkers” (default; current) Clothes: Blue-check (default; current), Cafe uniform (work) Favorite Song: Wandering Siblings: Only child Skill: Balancing Goal: Astronaut Fear: Skeletons Favorite Style/Color: Sporty/Blue Least Favorite Style: Fancy Coffee Preference: Kilimanjaro, just a little milk and one spoonful of sugar Biography: Archie was raised by a loving foster family and has loved space as long as he can remember. Shortly after moving into the outskirts of Pi’illo in Peasley County, Archie met a brother duo that moved in after he did. Archie and Winty, the younger brother, became friends and opened a cafe together. He’s notably smarter than most jock villagers are typically portrayed, but he can still be fairly easily distracted by sports analogies. OC Notes: Archie is based off of a completely OC of mine named Achibaba Pelliccia, a young alien who learned his dad was the boss of a space mafia, got him put behind bars, and got sent to live on Earth to hide there. It’s a rather...complicated story, and his AC self, Archie, is spared that complicated family history.

[thecrossovergames]

Dorian Gray | 300+ | Vampire (Original) | Capitol | Ben Barnes | Availability: DECEASED

KILLED IN CAPITOL ESCAPE (5/18/14)

Strengths: 

Strong Willed - When Dorian wants something, he must have it. Nothing and no one can stop him, and he will go to great lengths to achieve it. For someone who supposedly has no soul, Dorian can be very passionate about the things he desires.

Charming - Dorian is extremely attractive, and uses both his looks and his words to charm others into believing him. This helps him to manipulate others as well.

Manipulative - In short, Dorian has a way with words. He’s intelligent, a fantastic liar, and can make things sound okay even when they’re not, and turn one’s own words against them to make them feel guilty- all just to get what he wants. 

Vampirism - Being an Original vampire is an obvious strength, as all the normal skills of a vampire have been advanced. He finds compulsion very useful in almost all situations.

Weaknesses: 

Narcissistic - Dorian is shallower than a puddle- himself is his one and only obsession and has been for most of his life. Although he has allowed himself to love others before, his own perfection and well-being will always come first. He does not believe that anyone could be higher than him, more beautiful than him. It’s just not possible.

Beauty - Although Dorian believes he is perfect, his beauty can also be viewed as a weakness. He does not take criticism lightly, and if anyone offends him even in the slightest, or perhaps looks at him the wrong way, he will snap. It is the one and only thing he is the most defensive about, and it can be used against him.

Selfish - Dorian does not like working under another’s command, as he prefers to do it his way and only his way. He will make sure to do things only for his benefit and for his pleasure, otherwise he will not put any serious effort into it. Being ‘soulless’ contributes to this too, as he does not care for others feelings or well-being.

Cruel - Although a strength perhaps in Coin’s eyes, years of being a vampire has turned Dorian into a cold, soulless creature. His humanity has not been switched on for over a century, and he has lost all sense of what is right and wrong. He does what he wants, but he prefers it if they are screaming.

Biography: 

Near the end of the nineteenth century in England, Lord Henry lived, a sire of a coven of vampires. He turned them for his own purposes and research, patiently waiting for the best of the best to arise, only to be killed again and created into an Original. This chosen Original was to live the aesthetic life, and walk the Earth as a perfect being. It was all a philosophy, a trial that would never begin, until Basil, a wizard and Henry’s closest friend, laid his eyes on Dorian Gray- the perfect choice for the Original life. Dorian was beautiful; anyone who came across him could agree. The dark hair that contrasted with unblemished skin, the dark eyes that were once alight with humour and wisdom- they made up a face one could not easily forget. Henry agreed that he was perfect, and Basil was sent out to collect him.

Dorian had always been beautiful, but he was once innocent and caring. A young, naive man, Dorian was shocked at the suggestion, as he had always been afraid of vampires. But the way Henry words floated together, how he made the life sound.. who wouldn’t want to be beautiful forever? All throughout Lord Henry’s trials, Basil had been practicing with his twin sister, training themselves to become better wizards, one’s powerful enough to turn the vampire into something.. more when the time came. It had been years, but the time had come. Dorian agreed, and one of the most difficult spells of all time was cast after he’d died and returned as one of the undead. Dorian Gray was never the same again.

A painting was created of Dorian, one of Basil’s best works, and was hung within the coven to remind the clan of the perfect new leader that had been created. Every day Dorian seemed to gain power, the rest of Henry’s clan growing envious yet remaining loyal to their sire and the new Original. Power and control was something Dorian struggled with, but Lord Henry was patient with him, proud of his creation. That was, until, Dorian laid eyes upon Sybil, an actress at their local theatre. The humanity that had begun to fade from his eyes returned, and he fell in love with her movements on the stage, her beauty and her total innocence. He wanted her so badly. Dorian didn’t notice his own humanity returning to him, as he began to laugh and enjoy his time with the girl, but Henry did, regretting the decision to let him roam free. The girl could not stay in his life, but Dorian could not see that. Compelling Sibyl to drown herself in the river under the bridge, and mask it as a suicide was Henry’s plan. The note was found by Dorian of course, and though Henry apologised for his loss from beneath his cigarette, he tried his hardest not to smile at the darkness that clouded Dorian’s eyes, the knuckles that clenched tightly together. His humanity never returned again.

Dorian listened to no one but his Lord Henry, becoming the social experiment he had originally been created for. He went from lover to lover upon order, both male and female, and ruined the reputation of each in turn. He pursued pleasure dispassionately. He cared for nothing but the alluring words that left Henry’s lips, the sentences that convinced him to do more. All the while Basil watched, desperately attempting to turn Dorian’s life back around. Dorian only grew annoyed with him, irritated by his weak attempts at coaxing his humanity back. He lured him into the bedroom and then killed him out of anger and pure hatred for the things he was saying, draining him completely and sending different parts of his body into the same river Sybil drowned in. And he enjoyed it.

At first, the Lord was not overly keen about the murders, or Dorian’s constant need for human, innocent blood. Yet he didn’t say a word, content with his work and the darkness in Dorian’s eyes, leaving the Original to do as he pleased. Dorian Gray grew vain over the course of hundreds of years, the ugly world falling and rebuilding around him, and he remained beautiful. The civilians in their area soon became suspicious of Henry’s coven, of Dorian’s endless beauty, and they relocated to the Capitol within Panem. Henry believed in ‘a new place, a new start’, and Dorian could say the same when he met Morgana Pendragon.

Love wasn’t the right word to describe the pair. They needed each other in a deeper sense than that, in a way that made the couple terribly frightening. It took some time, but Dorian came to feel something similar to trust for the woman, as she convinced him to kill his own sire. The plans they had, to take back the power in District One, even the Capitol if they could manage it, were far better than the petty things Lord Henry preached. Killing Henry was hard, and it almost hurt, but he did it, and afterwards, Dorian felt nothing more than pleasure.

It turned out that Dorian and Morgana needn’t have worried about taking out the Dark Lord- the rebellion soon came around and the couple did nothing more than watch it unfold. Yet to Gray’s irritation, another was appointed leader. An older woman, one he itched to kill at first, until he realised how conniving she really was. Dorian was almost a fan of her work. He charmed his way into her ranks, taking his sort-of-beloved with him. Dorian’s job was never given a title, but the description was simple enough - torture those who are willing, and torture those who are not. The rebels of course, were reluctant to comply, but Dorian took pleasure in breaking the spirit, the hope and even the bones of most of them. Something he had not seen coming however, was Morgana’s death.

For the first time in over three hundred years, Dorian felt the urge to cry, but that served to only make him angrier. He no longer cared for rules and order. There was nothing to keep him from the rebels, and they all suffered because of his ‘grief’. The only thing that saved them was the rebels that had managed to escape. Dorian knew they were coming, but he hardly cared. The Original’s soul was stained with the blood of innocents and guilty alike, and all the pain and cruelty he’d bestowed upon others finally came back to claim him. Dorian Gray looked his attacker in the eyes as he died, the darkness draining out of his eyes, leaving only a beautiful face and a disgraced memory behind.