#oc; caspian abbas

[spiderman-iamspiderman]

rdr2 oc giggles and flies away

i havent drawn in like.. .. . 3 or more months.. . i hope this is good.. .

lore below the cut

Mentions of racism n stuff like that, hes persian in 1887 - 1899 america

He first arrived at America with his mother, Alizeh Abbas, when he was 12. They were homeless for awhile, before his mother was taken away for stealing food so she could feed herself and him because no one was allowing a non-white woman to work for them.

They had to flee Persia due to the goverment talking about a war that was supposed to take place in all towns around them. His father, Iraj Abbas, was drafted and forced into training for the war. He died when he had stepped on a pre-maturely placed landmine in a field where the war was supposed to take place. Taken out by his own men.

The war had never happened, fortunately. But Unfortunately, Caspian's mother had been beaten to death after being brought to a prison for stealing, so he couldn't return to Persia on his own. Caspian doesn't know this.

Caspian lived on the street for another 2 years. During this time, he was attacked by a dog which caused the two scars on his jawline. And a racoon which had clawed his hand open, luckily, he didn't contract rabies. And grew a harsh bruising around his neck, when he was meant to be hanged for stealing -- though it soon healed and faded. The hanging was cut into by a white woman who said she'd "teach the boy some manners" by making him work on her ranch. Somehow, this worked.

Then, he was taken by the woman so he could work on her ranch. He worked there for year, being paid unequally and being repromanded and discriminated by the middle-aged, white ranch hands. He left when these became physical and he had gained that gash under his eye after someone booted him in the face with a steel-toed boot.

He took a dark-brown Turkoman whom he named Shirin, then left with the supplies and belongings he had taken in the night. No one really noticed, nor really cared. Infact, he began a running joke in the ranch.

He lived in the wild for a while, camping on a cliff that hung over a small forest which was close to the road that passed by, a field which herds of bison would pass by on -- or sometimes cut through the small forest below him as a shortcut, Caspian always enjoyed watching them pass by -- and a small lake down the hill behind him where he'd fish or hunt for drinking/swimming animals.

One day, that forest below him caught fire. It was going to spread up to the sides of the hill, close to his campsite, so he was in a rush to begin packing all of his stuff onto Shirin and taking off. Then he heard a small, pained bellow below him. He peeked over and saw a baby bison yelling next to it's deceased mother who had came to her burn wounds and left behind by the herd.

Caspian saw some of himself in that baby bison, so he went down with Shirin to run into the flames to escape with the babe. He had left Shirin abit away from the fire, incase she got hurt going in with him. He grabbed a rope and some food before covering his face with his scarf and running into the flames. He came out with a scared, panicked bison whom he quickly calmed down and left with.

He guided the bison to another field where other bison herds would pass by, he decided he was going to wait until another herd passed by to graze to see if they would accept this new babe. He named the baby Bijan, just so he wouldn't have to keep calling it 'baby' or 'bison'. He set up camp on the very edge of the field, letting Shirin and the baby Bijan roam throughout the field to graze and explore.

Soon, a herd came through to graze then continue. Bijan ran right up to them as they all began to sniff and explore the new babe. Everything was going well, until Bijan spun around and ran all the way back to Caspian. Who had unintentionally became Bijan's new mother.

Caspian was done as he had to wait for the herd to continue travelling across to see if Bijan would follow. And he didn't. So now Caspian was stuck with a baby bison, which he had no idea on how to take care of. This also gave him weird looks the next time he went into a nearby town for food and horse supplies -- maybe this would work on Bijan -- and had a small, growing bison run in behind him and sniff around everyone who was still enoughnto let it happen.

Due to Bijan not letting up on his 'mother', even if he had now grown up alot, a Pinkerton had noticed Caspian and saw a weapon within the bison. So he took Caspian aside to an abandoned warehouse turned agency lounge and offered a job.

The man in charge offered Caspian money if he were to train Bijan to become a weapon. And Caspian just couldn't do it. But he also didn't want to risk his and Bijan's life if he said no, and also leave Shirin with these dickheads. So he changed the deal, he would work for the Pinkertons if someone else would train Bijan. And they agreed on a short, firm handshake.

So now Caspian spent four years as a Pinkerton, chasing outlaws down or being bait to lure rather cruel outlaws to come and attempt to kidnap him. Four years of dealing with racist remarks as Bijan was turned into a weapon in a nearby barn.

During this time, when there were no outlaws to chase or be kidnapped by, he bought himself a tar. A Persian tar. He knew it was made in Persia, by a Persian, delievered by Persia. He had no conformation, but he knew it.

He wanted to teach himself how to sing and play, he remembers his dad trying to teach him but he just couldn't. It was too difficult for him. So as a side job, he'd perform and sing for some money. More money than any ranch or any Pinkerton could ever pay him. Apparently, bypassers liked a difference in music from time to time.

He then decided that this performing job was way better than constantly putting his life in danger for some poor, weasly money. So he quit. And of course it wasn't taken well, he was immediately ran out by being shot at by a multitude of different Pinkertons.

He had left Bijan behind, taken Shirin in the rush away from the warehouse. So he stuck close to break Bijan out of the stables he was being trained in. That bison didn't deserve to become a weapon, he wasn't young anymore, but he still had along life to grow. He was around 6, and still had around 15 years of life left. He just couldn't spend that time becoming a weapon for the knobheads known as the Pinkertons.

So, one night, the perfect night, he went back. Snuck past the guards and silently killing the stable hand. He never knew he had it in him. But once Bijan noticed him, and began to bellow and grunt for his father, he knew he had to get out of there with the bison as fast as possible. He could hear the nearby guards walking over in confusion on why the bison was being so god damn loud. He could hear as they began to slide open the barn door, which Caspian had closed to buy him some time to get the bison out to where he had left Shirin, near a closeby river to the right of the town.

He hopped on Bijan, which he had never done before, and ran off ontop of him. He bust through the now open stable door, immediately being shot at. One of the bullets had shot him in the shoulder, but in retaliation he pulled off his caliber rifle from his shoulder, turned around and shot two of the Pinkertons dead. This, would cost Caspian a wanted poster for murder and mount thievery on a poster board outside the town's sheriff office.

He rode and rode to where Shirin was, then to a different closeby town where he was allowed into a doctor's office. The doctor was black and during the time he was digging the bullet out of Caspian's shoulder, told the story of his own discrimination for simply being a black doctor. Once Caspian had been dealt with, he paid the doctor more than he should've. He knew the doctor needed it just like Caspian had needed all those days ago.

He left knowing others were living in the same life as he was, just with different shoes.

Caspian knew he was no longer safe in the east, so he ran west. Soon finding himself in New Hanover. He thrived abit in Valentine, the people there -- like the town people in the east -- enjoyed a difference in music from time to time, so he was paid handsomely for having a good few Persian songs up his sleeve, which he knows by heart in the sound of his older sister's and mother's voices, and a pet- son bison.

He then moved down the Lemoyne, setting up camp on the small islands under Saint Denis and right near to Caliga Hall. He went round Saint Denis and Rhodes, earning money by singing songs with a bison by his side -- and a mostly ignored by the people Turkoman, poor Shirin she thankfully gains lots of love by her father, Caspian.

He learnt of other outlaw gangs, like the Van Der Linde gang and the O'Driscolls. He's acouple sights of them, whether it be witnessing Arthur Morgan being robbed by abunch of Saint Denis kids or O'Driscolls guarding roads and bridges up near Valentine. But that's about it. Never anything more.

He's happy with this life, even if he had unintentionally became an outlaw.

He gained a small burn scar on his jawline when he had gotten kidnapped and had a torch held up to his face by scalp hunters. And he had gotten his throat slit by those same hunters, not enough to kill him but enough to temporarily damage his vocal chords ( think Allison from umbrella academy )

He escaped the scalp hunters barely conscious, killing one or two of them before running to the Saint Denis before his crimes where given to the lawmen. He was helped and sent back.

He deemed the small island he was staying dangerous but still hidden enough, but he went with his gut. It told him he wasn't only putting himself in danger, but also Bijan and Shirin. So he ran away and took camp on the shore, way under Braithwaite Manor.

This has been his home for awhile, he normally travels all the way past the manor to Rhodes. He thinks Saint Denis is too dangerous for him to return to for now. His bounty has been increased and he's had alot more run ins with the Van Der Lindes and O'Driscolls now, some being more interactive than others.

i love him and bijan and shirin and their little different species, found family dynamic

giggles and flies back

[spiderman-iamspiderman]

im inlove with you and this AUGYHHH

abunch of my drawings from my whiteboard with molly!!

+ a dwayne drawing

anddd a drawing of @spiderman-iamspiderman's oc caspian!! + bijan and shirin

[bookworm-2692]

Tag 8 people I want to know better

tagged by @supermarketcrayons back in august (i do like being tagged im just... slow... responding to them. yes hi it’s december lmao)

Favourite colour(s): blue most of all, also purple

Last Song I Listened To: actively listening to Sing It Away by Sandhja (Eurovision Finland 2016). (yes the astute among you may notice this was on that “shuffle and list ten songs thing” from several posts ago. thats bc i cheated and wrote those posts by looking at the up next’s and didnt wait for them to finish playing back then, so theyre only playing now haha)

Favourite Musician(s): abba all the way. also keiino atm

Last Film I’ve Watched: as i said in another one of these, prince caspian

Last Show I Watched: bbc ghosts!!! okay this one was super much fun and i fully recommend it. its by the same cast as horrible histories, its so good

Favourite OC(s): sorry im distracted by the way my name was on the list of oc’s from the person i got this from. i need to know more about them (okay bam sent an ask). my ocs are all either dnd characters or other rpg characters. we started a new game in the blades in the dark system which ive never played before but basically it seems to be heisty and criminal, so im like “be gay do crime” so im excited about the character i made for that. basically her name is mara dalmore, she went to fantasy uni studying fantasy chemistry but like got kicked out of uni for either being unsafe with the chemistry or taking the science too far or causing an explosion or smth, so now she’s part of the underworld still doing those sorts of experiments (its her vice... experimenting with essences, both mixing them and consuming them, like she cant stop) to the point that she gained an immunity to a poison (that i havent decided yet which it is, i only created this character two days ago) and sometimes excretes the poison (exhaling, or it just seeps out of her skin) and bc of that she’s known as mist in the underworld! and also shes gay. the priestess is her ex gf haha

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: i mean i wouldnt want to only have one of these three for the rest of my life. theyre all good in their own way

Bubbly Water, Tea or Coffee: plain water. i hate sparkling water, i dislike coffee. tea’s fine i just dont drink it much

tagging: @the-pulp-almanac @spacedogprincess @caelytrix @lebannabell @qayalec @adrift-in-eden @chromatographic @jazzybot4 again, do it or not is up to you

[knives-out20]

Waterloo - Alexander Lemtov x Male!OC

Fandom: Eurovision Song Context: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

Pairing: Eros Xenakis (OC) x Alexander Lemtov

Warnings: Yearning, Maybe swearing, Mutual pining, Eros being a dad,

Notes: More of the boys on their mutual journey to finding each other. Enjoy!

Dedicated To: Caspian

Eros stood outside his house, Kalokairi holding his hand. He used his other hand to adjust his coat, watching as Roxanne’s car drove into view. “Look, there’s Mama.” He pointed out.

Kalokairi squealed with joy. It was a constant thing: after spending time with her mom, she’d miss her dad, and after spending time with her dad, she’d miss her mom.

Roxanne pulled up in front of them, taking off her sunglasses. “Hey, Kalo! Have fun with Papa?”

“Yea, yea!” Kalokairi nodded. “He read me his books and showed me more poetry, and I got to meet Alexander Lemtov from Eurovision! Theía Mita and Papa say he’s like my Theíos now!” She exclaimed, glancing over her shoulder.

From the front door stood Alexander, with Mita leaning her arm on his shoulder. The two smiled slightly and waved, Alexander’s smile disappearing once Kalokairi looked away.

Mita knew the look on Alexander’s face all too well. “You’re doing that look again.”

“What look?”

“The same look you had when watching Sigfrit be happy with Lars. But this time, since it is for Eros, it is real. I hope you know you have a chance, though. Eros and Roxanne broke up years ago.” Mita explained, eyebrows raised.

Alexander rolled his eyes, groaning dramatically as he looked away. “Nonsense, Mita. I do not want your brother.”

“I know you too well to know when you’re lying, Alexander.” Mita cooed. “Spend some more time with Eros and then get back to me.” She giggled.

Eros helped Kalokairi unload her stuff into Roxanne’s car. He closed the door behind her. “Be safe, alright? Both of you.”

“Yes, Papa.” Kalokairi nodded as her mom started the car up again. “Bye, Papa! Bye, Theía Mita, bye Theíos Alexander!” She waved.

Eros smiled, waving back at her as Roxanne drove off.

Mita went back inside, Alexander following close behind.

Eros waited until the car was out of sight, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. He sighed silently, turning around and walking up his yard. Once inside, Eros locked the door behind himself. He walked into his living room and sat down on the couch. 

Mita jumped beside him. “Rossy, baby.”

“Yea, Mita?”

“Alexander didn’t bring much casual clothes with him from Russia, is it okay if I gave him some of yours? You’re both about the same size.”

Eros scoffed, “something tells me I’m too late to answer the question.”

Mita grinned. “Right you are, I gave him a few of your sweaters. None of your favourites, though.”

“Thank you for that. Is Lemtov adjusting well?”

“Better than I’d have thought...” Mita nodded.

Eros arched a brow, glancing over at her. “Spill it, MiMi.”

“I think he likes you.”

“You think he likes me, you have no hard evidence. No one can work with that; I know you’re desperate for me to have a stable relationship after Roxanne instead of sleeping around with men, but this is ridiculous.” Eros explained, wincing in annoyance.

Mita pat his shoulder. “I would say otherwise. Earlier today, we were singing ‘Waterloo’ by ABBA, one of your favourites. With the way he sang and presented himself, aka him looking at your room as if you were Waterloo, and he was defeated by you, I’d say that I have some evidence.” She remembered.

Eros looked over at her with a furrowed brow. “Oh yea? And why are you telling me?”

“Because I know my older brother. I know when he’s feeling something he’s trying to hide, like romantic feelings for another person after Roxy.” Mita answered, tapping his cheek.

Eros swatted her hand away. He tilted his head back, slowly licking his lips. “Do you think he really-?”

“Eros, when I gave him your sweaters, he asked me which one you liked the most so that he could wear it. Yes, I do.” Mita kissed her teeth.

Eros’ bright eyes darted around the room.

“Plus, he tells me you read him your Arabic poetry. You don’t let anyone read your Arabics, especially if its by that Adonis man.” Mita pointed out.

Eros nodded his head, fighting back a loose smile. “Yea, I did.” He shrugged, looking down. “Did you tell him that, though-?”

Mita laughed at the worried look on his face. “No, Rossy, don’t worry. Just...Think about it, alright? Think of you two, and what you could be. I want you both to be happy, and I see you two being happy by being together.” She told, standing up. Mita put her hand on Eros’ shoulder, smiling down at him. “Okay?”

Eros looked up at her with lost eyes. He exhaled slowly. “Okay.”

Mita pat Eros’ cheek, then walking away, leaving him to his thoughts.

[bookworm-2692]

Tag 8 people you want to know better

tagged by @childotkw in october

edit: also tagged by @adrift-in-eden on the very same day for the exact same reason as last time i was tagged by these two on the same day in march lmao

this one looks so similar to another one i did today, except two of the questions are different (fave characters rather than fave ocs, pets rather than.... whatever the other one was) so sure may as well do this again? but yeah it feels like this is two separate branches of the chinese whispers thing

Favourite Colour: blue

Last song: currently listening to: visa mig hur man går hem by towa carson & lasse lönndahl

Favourite musicians: i mostly just listen to eurovision music but if i had to pick a single artist to listen to forever itd be abba

Last movie: its still prince caspian lmao

Last TV show: still bbc ghosts

Favourite Characters: all the child characters in @airdeari‘s first nonary game, especially claire (i wish they were canon so i could have more fanworks about them). all of the ghosts in bbc ghosts. um. yeah idk. nizar hariwalt deslizarse

Sweet, spicy, or savory: hmm right now i want smth sweet i reckon

Bubbly water, coffee, or tea: tea by default haha

Pets: none atm, but used to have three guinea pigs (rosie, sophie, and splodge)

tagging: @lottiefairchildbranwell @chromatographic @qayalec @the-pulp-almanac @spacedogprincess @lebannabell @caelytrix @hypnotized-so-mesmerized

[knives-out20]

Best Friend’s Brother - Alexander Lemtov x Male!OC

Fandom: Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

Pairing: Eros Xenakis (OC) x Alexander Lemtov

Warnings: Gay a lil, Meet cute-ish, Post-ESC: TSOFS, 

Notes: idk, man...Enjoy

Dedicated To: Caspian

About OC: Eros is Mita Xenakis’ older brother. He isn’t as interested in the musical arts as his sister, as he favors the art of literature. Due to his knowledge of deeper meanings, he’s able to help Mita come up with song lyrics. Eros wasn’t present at the Eurovision Song Contest because he wanted to support Mita from home, where it’s peaceful and quiet. It isn’t that Eros has social anxiety, because he doesn’t; quite the opposite, he’s very flirty (he lives up to his name) and is a social match to his sister, Mita.

Eros yawned softly, from under the streetlight he stood by. Mita sure did take her time coming home, he groaned in distaste as he looked over the docks. The water lapped against the docked boats, the same water Eros has had man after man after man compare his eyes to.

“Eros!”

Eros slowly looked up, the lamp lighting up some of his features. He cracked a smile, “Mita,” he greeted. Eros spat out his gum in a nearby garbage bin, watching as his younger sister approached him.

The closer she came, she dragged a man with dirty blond hair along with her. 

Eros sighed. Why was Mita always the one who got the good-looking men? His eyebrows jumped when he met the man’s striking blue eyes. “Welcome back, safe trip?”

Mita nodded. “Gravely, Eros. Ooh, this is Alexander Lemtov! He represented Russia. Alexander, this is Eros, my older brother.”

Alexander wasn’t much taller than Eros. He nodded in greeting, “Mita told me quite a bit about you.”

Eros tilted his head. “Only praises, I hope. MiMi knows it’s what I deserve.” He winked, Mita playfully rolling her eyes. “Also, I’m well aware of the pristine ‘Lion Of Love’. He chirped.

“I was able to convince Alexander to come back with me, show off how great Greece is.” Mita explained.

“Greece is only great because I live here.”

Alexander chuckled. “I enjoy the confidence on this one.”

“Will Lemtov be staying with us?”

Mita nodded.

Eros nodded back, gesturing for the two to follow him. “I parked my car pretty close by. Both of your things will fit into the trunk, I’m sure. If not, there is always the backseat.”

Mita and Alexander followed obediently.

Alexander nudged her. “Your brothers name, it sounds familiar. Is it a common name? Is he famous, or no?” 

Eros scoffed. “Eros was a young Greek God in Greek mythology. He was the God of love, affection, desire, and beauty, only such for the son of Aphrodite.” He explained, opening the trunk to his car. Eros pressed a button on his keys, unlocking the doors. He leaned against the side of his car, watching Mita and Alexander pile their luggage successfully into the trunk. Eros rushed to open the car door for Alexander, offering a classic, charming smile.

“Why, thank you.” Alexander giggled as he stepped in.

Eros hummed in return, softly closing the door behind him. He caught Mita’s knowing look. “Whaaat? Let me have this one.”

“I wouldn’t have a choice, Eros. If I made him hold hands with a woman, he’d probably puke.” Mita answered.

Eros’ eyebrows furrowed. “But his song mentions a queen-”

“All of Russia was watching, Rossy. He had no choice.”

Eros shrugged in agreement. “Am I a reason why you brought him here?”

Mita smiled, silent as she got into the passenger seat.

Eros huffed, getting into the drivers seat. He started up his car, turning to look past Alexander’s head in order to watch as he was reversing. Once out of the parking spot, Eros started the drive on their way home.

“So, Mita,” Alexander started, leaning forward. “Does your brother like music like you do?”

“I enjoy indulging in music more than making it.” Eros answered for himself, glancing at Alexander through the rear-view mirror.

“What types?”

“If I’m not listening to or helping Mita, I listen to ABBA...or some French singers. I do enjoy classical music, or heavy rock. Extremely different genres, I know, but that’s what I like. Never being completely known, or put into one type of anything.”

“Put Eros into a box, he’ll beat his way out using nothing but a pen.” Mita smiled.

“Why a pen-?” Alexander furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned back in his seat.

“While Mita and you fall face-first into the art of music, I land in my feet when I jump into the art of literature. You’re Russian, right? Let me tell you about this bitch Dostoevsky—” Eros got cut off by his sister.

“Eros, Eros, please.” Mita pleaded, putting a hand on her brothers shoulder. “It is only Alexander’s first day here. Best not scare him off to Russia with your inhumane knowledge of Russian authors.”

“Fyodor makes my blood boil.”

“You use his first name as if you personally know him.” Mita laughed.

“Maybe I did, you ever think about that, Mita?” Eros laughed, cheek grazing her hand on his shoulder. He glanced back at Alexander. “Do you happen to have any siblings?”

Alexander shook his head. “No, but looking at the both of you, I wish I did.”

Eros cackled. “Having a sibling isn’t always rainbows and sunshine, Lemtov. Just the other day, I was at Mita’s throat for drinking the last of our champagne.”

Alexander chuckled quietly, leaning back in his seat. He figured he was going to enjoy staying in Greece, as long as Mita’s older brother (who certainly lived up to his name) was within an arm’s reach.