#technically a collector oc now that i think about it

[qcoded]

deciding to humanize those 4 collectors showed in For The Future! I am. taking some artistic liberties but heres the first one :)

Zero clue what her name should be but. pretty lady!

[crossroadsofchaos]

Retired Leaders AU Info Masterpost

Figured I'd compile basic info about this AU into one big post.

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THE BASICS:

It's a "Good Uncle" kind of AU, where Belos is a better person. He actually tried to unite the realms, because he believed it would be beneficial for both, but it was doomed from the start and went horribly wrong. He has publicly admitted to and apologized for his wrongdoings and resigned from his position, and the Coven System was abolished. His family occupied leadership positions within his Coven and also left those roles behind, hence the AU's title.

I refer to the family as the Wolf Fam. It consists of Belos, Steven, Hunter and Kiki, along with their palismen. They all live together in a newly built house.

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THE CHARACTERS:

This isn't a list of all characters that exist, just the Wolf Fam and a handful of others, mostly OCs.

Belos Wittebane (he/him; mid 410s): Former Lord of the Boiling Isles; now a palisman carver; husband of Steven.

Steven Bellamy (he/him; 53 y/o): Husband of Belos; former Head of the Lord's Coven; now a P.E. teacher at Hexside.

Hunter Wittebane (he/him; 17 y/o): Nephew of Belos, raised by him and Steven; former Golden Guard; now mainly focused on pursuing his interest in engineering and tech.

Kikimora Volk (she/her; mid 20s): A sort of adopted daughter to Belos and Steven and adopted sister to Hunter; former Secretary; now works at a history museum.

Crescent (they/them): A floating snow leopard palisman belonging to Belos.

Ash (he/him, they/them): A dark gray wolf palisman belonging to Steven.

Waffles (she/her, they/them): A winged red wolf palisman belonging to Hunter.

Grusha (she/her): A spotted hyena palisman belonging to Kiki.

Jasper Tholomule (he/him; 44 y/o): Younger half-brother of Steven; father of Matt; husband of Cass.

Cassidy "Cass" Tholomule (they/them, she/her; 44 y/o): Spouse of Jasper; stepparent of Matt.

Matthew "Matt" Tholomule (he/him; 13 y/o): Biological son of Jasper and stepson of Cass; nephew of Steven.

Leslie Bellamy (she/her; 80s): Mother of Steven and Jasper; grandmother of Matt; wife of Opal.

Opal Bellamy (she/her; 80s): Wife of Leslie; stepmother of Steven and biological mother of Jasper; grandmother of Matt.

Ren Kanemaru (they/them; 53 y/o): Steven's childhood friend; former scout.

Valerie "Val" Durand (she/her; 54 y/o): Best friend of Steven and Ren, who they met after joining the Lord's Coven; former scout.

Petra Barany (she/her; mid 20s): Best friend and former assistant of Kiki.

That's about enough I think, I won't be including the rest here. One thing to note is that the Collector doesn't exist in this version.

And you may have also noticed that "Steve" is a little different. I created this version back when we only had one scene with Steve and had no idea he was going to get a face reveal and more canon info, and I just chose not to change the name after that happened. So Steve technically exists, but it's not canon Steve. They do have some similarities though.

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THE STORY:

Back in the 1600s, Philip did not kill Caleb, and reluctantly gave the Boiling Isles a chance. Though resisting it at every turn, he ultimately fell in love with it. He developed the belief that uniting the two realms would be beneficial for both, combining the less dangerous climate of Earth with the more open and progressive culture of the Isles. After Caleb died in an accident during the search for one of the ingredients for the portal door, Philip only became more committed to the idea.

He began to do extensive research into magic, digging for as much information as he could find, which included looking into lost and forbidden magic. The latter is how he discovered both Grimwalkers and a way to extend one's life by consuming palismen. As he formed a coherent plan for how to enact his goal, he began trying out his messaging on small groups of witches to see what works, as well as testing out Coven sigils on the earliest ones until they worked as intended. He also took the name Belos and began to wear a mask.

Slightly over 50 years ago he took power as the Lord of the Boiling Isles, becoming the chief religious figure and a sort of constitutional monarch, with his fourth Grimwalker nephew, Anthony, by his side as the Golden Guard. There was an elected government responsible for things like deciding on budgets and passing legislation unrelated to the Coven System, however Belos had ultimate authority and could override any decision. He largely stayed out of their affairs unless he thought what they were doing would undermine his ultimate goal.

However, his plan to unite the realms was doomed from the start. When he attempted to do it on the Day of Unity, it went horribly wrong and shattered his hopes. The Unification Spell didn't work and was simply draining people of magic. It ended abruptly once Belos's staff, through which the spell was channeled, exploded. He, Hunter and the Hexsquad barely escaped the blast by leaving through the portal door. They ended up stuck in the Human Realm for a time, before finding the same way back as they did in canon.

Belos publicly admitted that he had lied about speaking to the Titan, and that the plan to unite the realms was his own doomed idea. He apologized and resigned, with Steven, Hunter and Kiki following him. The Coven System was abolished, and the Isles became more of an actual democracy, without a single individual with ultimate authority being able to override the decisions of the elected government, which also became more transparent.

Belos helped with restoration efforts where damage had been caused on the Day of Unity, and he later took up palisman carving and caring for palismen in general to make up for consuming them to extend his own life. He also released many palismen souls that were previously trapped inside him, and is now aging at a more regular pace. Though some remain, in part because they have fused with his curse - he was cursed long ago, in a similar way to Eda, and his curse is a wolfcat. Both conditions have physically affected him, giving him scars, catlike pupils, sharp fangs, ability to purr, and making him much bigger than he was originally.

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EXTRA:

spirituality on the Isles

Belos didn't invent a religion from scratch, but rather built on and expanded - or, to put it more harshly, exploited - already existing spiritual beliefs related to the Titan in order to achieve his goal of uniting the realms.

Before Belos, the Titan was rarely (if ever) viewed as a higher authority who, through messengers, gave witches rules to live by. He was mainly seen and respected as the origin of the Isles and all life on it. People thanked him for their existence, their magic, their harvests, etc. and payed tribute to him, but that was largely it. The prevalence of spirituality/religion has gone down over time.

Belos's rise to power with the claim of him being "the Titan's messenger" caused a resurgence of spirituality/religiosity, with him being seen as the authority on the matter by his followers. It has declined again once it was revealed that he hadn't actually spoken to the Titan.

glyphs

They were in frequent use by ancient witches, in part due to them having weaker natural magic and having to rely more on magical tools than modern witches. Over time, they fell out of common use and were limited to specific spiritual/religious rituals, and then only became more rare over time.

Disabled witches who had weak or no natural magic would simply rely on their staffs, due to which they wouldn't rediscover glyphs out of necessity. On top of that, when knowledge of glyphs was still more common, it may have been taboo to use them for non-spiritual/religious purposes.

Covens

There have been a number of different Coven systems throughout history. Some Covens were based around familial ties, some were based around what kinds of magic people specialized in, some were simply regional, etc. Though sigils had not been used before, and it was possible to move between Covens, with the level of difficulty depending on the type of Covens in question. Whether it was legal to be Covenless may have varied as well, with it being illegal in some places at some points in time. When Belos rose to power, he chose to use the specialization-based model of Covens to sort people into.

With Belos's system gone, the concept of Covens wasn't completely abandoned, but rather became non-official and based on voluntary participation, as opposed to a legally mandated system that also restricted what types of magic people could use.

the structure of Belos's government

As mentioned previously, it was a sort of constitutional monarchy. Belos was the Lord of the Boiling Isles, it's main religious figure and ultimate authority, but there was an elected government, responsible for things like budgets and passing legislation. Belos could override any decision they made.

The Head Witches of the main nine Covens were originally appointed by Belos alone, but after Terra turned out to be a disastrous choice and had to be pushed out, he handed the appointment process over to the elected government, and would now simply confirm or deny their appointments. Those officials could be bribed, though, to appoint someone who shouldn't necessarily hold a position of power, like Adrian. Belos tried to keep an eye on such issues - or more so tasked others with doing so, but some still slipped through.

The Lord's Coven was a separate branch of government, entirely under Belos's control, though he tended to be somewhat reclusive, so day-to-day coordination and such was largely handled by other high-ranking members of the Coven.

The top leadership originally consisted of three positions: the Lord (Belos), the Secretary (first Winston, later Kiki) and the Golden Guard (first Anthony, later Hunter). The third position was later split into two, the Golden Guard and the Head of the Lord's Coven (first Lilith, later Steven), with the latter taking on some of the former's responsibilities, which allowed Belos to keep Hunter in the castle more for his safety.

The Lord's Coven was the Isles' military, and they performed other tasks and missions for Belos as well, such as finding abandoned palismen for him to consume as "medicine" - something he agreed was unfortunate, and claimed he was looking for an alternative to - and searching for Titan's Blood. Regular law enforcement was typically done by members of other Covens, though some scouts, mostly newer ones, could get the assignment. Usually, experienced scouts were only brought in for emergencies, or to deal with particularly powerful criminals.

the basilisks

The basilisks were not tortured and were generally treated better than in canon, but they were made to do things they didn't like, and were still kept in captivity, in part out of concern that they'd start attacking people if released out in the wild, and they were unhappy with their lives, so they still escaped.

The basilisk that attacked the schools in season 1 had always had behavior problems, possibly a combination of being the earliest and thus least correctly created, as well as being mishandled by those responsible for their care. They have since been treated, and are no longer dangerous.

Vee had complicated feelings about Belos, but was not terrified of him when she saw him in the Human Realm, especially once he made it clear he had no intention of forcing her to return to captivity.

[tireddovahkiin]

AYO I THINK I MADE A NEW OC WEEE

For Final Fantasy 7 that is ><

But JUST designated from that particular universe! Since yall know Tsizilia isn't from the same universe where Gaia is. (or know now lol)

She's basically like a woman turned cyborg by Shinra, who was programmed to be a killing machine, one of the greater 'experiments' by professor Hojo and Director of Advanced Weaponry [during that time, I don't think Scarlet was there yet], after learning of their terrible motives and other 'experiments' they worked on. At first, she wanted to run away, but then decided to try and somehow leak all the secrets to the public. She was caught, but already thinking ahead if she failed, the woman blew up the lab along with herself. They used the remnants of her old body parts and some other fucked up shit, and created a cyborg... Or more like an android, tbh. Only parts of her brain, and heart were used.

She's like this trope I REALLY really like, an artificial force who grew to understand its bigger worth out there, and find her place in the NATURE, and the vast world, a place she will always be somewhat distant and different from, past always there to haunt her, since she's just a constrained hunk of metal. Yk, kinda like Android 16 from Dragon Ball Z. She grew to be one with her environment, even with all that 'not belonging everywhere' trait, proving things can evolve and adapt. Almost fully bodily modified cyborg who's a forest ranger. How cool am I right-

She DOES later get's found by the Avalanche. Being an old model, darting from year 19XX, I'm not sure yet, the android couldn't find a charger in the forest, duh, so she lost her 'battery' and basically shut down for over 20 YEARS. She was later then charged back into life, and they helped her fix her 'nature-reclaimed' body, full of grass and moss and stuff. As a way of thanks, and not really having anywhere to go, the android stuck with 'em.

Now here's a lil interesting fact. She actually worked as some sort of intel collector/mission informant for the Turks, but she could never ACTUALLY join them, because she had some sort of illness/disorder, I still have to decide.

And, she was best friends with Lucrecia! And acquintances with Vincent. And she knew about his crush on her. BECAUSE SHE HAD A CRUSH ON VINCENT HIMSELF AAAA-

LOVE TRIANGLE BETWEEN A TURK, A SCIENTIST AND AN INFORMANT HELLOOO THAT SOUNDS SO INSANE-

Anyways, she was jealous of Lucrecia, but never could hate her, because she really was a kind soul of a woman, the only one she had. Vincent, on the other hand, was too busy as a Turk, and being in love with Lucrecia T0T

Technically, the 'experiment' on OC and Vincent happened almost at the same time, the OCs being a bit earlier.

Vincent ran away once he woke up, and the technically 'reborn' OC stayed and fought under Shinra, with about a year until she found out the truth about them AGAIN, but deciding to just run away instead. (Ofc, her memory of her past was gone ENTIRELY.)

And later, when they went to Shinra Manor and found Vincent, he didn't remember her now new robotic body, but her model WAS the same as her destroyed human body. It's like they started from scratch. SOMEHOW, Vincent later somehow connected two and two, and was DEVASTATED once he understood what happened. Both of their lives non-consently used for Hojos sick, twisted ways of fun.

He tried to make her half-organic-half-artificial brain to remember some fragments of her past, but she never DID recover fully. After defeating Sephiroth, and Advent Children, Vincent and her stuck together during the Dirge of Cerberus (and maybe grew closer or maybe not SHDJHGSD-)

I STILL HAVE TO DECIDE FOR HER NAME! But I know her aesthetic would be combination of a dystopian cyborg with old hunter clothes who uses a crossbow >:3 and one really cool fun fact about her is that she uses a blowing horn to call for someone if they're lost or as a distraction! :D

[thepariahcontinuum]

Oh hey the worm powers oc's are back let me think of one real quick.

A trump who copies the powers of capes he beats. He can copy upto 5 powers at a time. If he beats six capes in a row the first power he copied will be gone. This is only for actul fights he can still spar with his powers to get used to them. Sound super strong right wel there some downsides if the power he copies comes with a mental effect like kiss/kill that will now also effect him. if a cape beats him in a fight he loses a random power and it go's to the cape that beat him, that power will last from 15 minutes to a week depanding on how much it is used.

You have no idea how much I hate that "Victor" is taken, and by a Nazi no less.

Okay I like the idea that this is someone who's technically on the Protectorate roster but they keep him kinda quiet, they basically let him scrap with some of their big names (Like Legend, Narwhal, whoever) and then immediately send him somewhere else to deal with a threat that the big names would otherwise be too busy to get around to before the mental downsides can cause problems.

There are also times they're sent deep cover because the ability to jack powers let's them take on alternate personas.... I like the idea, since I already mentioned an E88 member that he swung by Brockton Bay to gather some intel for their Protectorate branch, basically he showed up to an underground fight club and left with Stormtiger's power, Stromtiger left with a broken orbital bone and a ruptured testicle.

Basically this is someone who lives for work because their power has made it that way, if they use their power they lose their ability to act appropriately but the heroes need his power, so he's forced to be constantly on the move, unable to make any friends or human connections outside of violence.....To the point where it feels like it's only a matter of time that the S9 try to recruit him no matter how good of a person he tries to be.

costume wise.... I feel like the Protectorate would try to have him wear other people's suits but it would get shot down by him and the people whose suit it was at exactly the same time. His own costume is something generic but heroic....A pale champagne gold that's almost beige over a stone grey, sometimes he wears a cape, sometimes he doesn't, it depends on the powers he wears....In fact the idea that his costume can be modified for each power means that the PRT could market him really well if they wanted to.

I also like the idea that losing a power isn't too big of a deal to him, because by the time the person who beat him figures out that they have a new power and figures out how to use it with any degree of skill he's already taken them down with the other four powers he has.

Also on a side note, the PRT have banned this guy from working with Eidolon.

As for a Cape Name....Well, Victor is taken, Contender is taken, anything about Trophies is too close to Trophy Wife and anything about "Collector" sounds too sinister for what the PRT are doing with him so, how about: "Falcon Champion" Taylor mentions in the Leviathan fight that there was a brief trend of using Eagle in Cape names, this guy is trying to be retro.... Besides, eagles are a symbol of victory and rulership.

[ganymedesclock]

If it's not too spoilery, could we get 9 for Nan?

9. Tell me your favorite moment with your OC. (Either that you wrote or drew.)

It's not so much a spoiler as to say I haven't reached Nan yet in the writing so technically no moment with her is real yet. That said, I do have a conceptual draft of her first meeting with Taylor, though it's wildly subject to change, so technically it's no spoilers at all:

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“Now you trust me, young man,” said Wilhelm, warm and brightly, “I know those mines like the back of my hand. They’ll see you clean out the other side with days to spare, all for a fee of-”

Taylor was wondering with fascination what caused some people to decide they were a ‘young man’ and what made others see a ‘little lady’, but they had not made any of that clear. Instead, Wilhelm’s interruption came in the form of a loud, rusty-sounding bark that sounded across the room, and he was not the only one who went quiet in response.

The speaker was a bow-legged woman whose stomach lapped most of the way to her seated knees despite having to navigate over her double-thick studded belt. Canvas shirtsleeves wadded around the elbows, baring reddish skin covered first in scars, then in a great deal of blue-black ink, and lastly in twice that much wiry hair. She nursed something in a thrice-dented tin flagon she had obviously brought herself, which was larger and deeper-bellied than the steins that the dock workers were drinking from.

“Yes, hello,” Taylor remarked, “do you have something you’d like to say?”

The woman snorted, which was definitely a gesture of contempt, but also, the set of her nose looked as if someone had tried to force it all the way back into her skull and only partway succeeded. “No, don’t mind me,” she turned her words around lifting her cup to her mouth, “I’m enjoying the spectacle.”

Taylor’s estimate of Wilhelm was that he would have protested his wounded pride, but instead he was staring down into his own scarcely-touched drink, eyes wide.

Interesting, Taylor thought.

To the woman, they said, “A conversation is not a performance. If you’re interested in it, I think that’s a sign you should participate.”

The woman pushed back from her stool and stood. To Taylor’s surprise, she stood only about a head taller than them, although significantly wider. They counted three empty holsters and belt-loops at her hip, and two more that were better-hidden, but most certainly not empty.

“It’s horsepiss, is what it is,” she said. “Bickney’s Claim is only better than the rest of the range the way that if you crawled up something’s ass crack rather than over its cheek you’d be warmer and wetter. It’s also got a tendency to be infested with them that like to kiss asses, and- let’s be honest, a ten-pound brat like you isn’t daring the peaks because you’re a tax collector.”

Taylor remembered the side-street man. “I think I’m too well-dressed for that,” they said.

The woman laughed again. It was impressive not for any sort of loveliness but the force by which she pushed air to service. A small amount of spittle hit Taylor’s glamour. 

Wilhelm remained very, very quiet. In fact, the entire bar had settled all at once. Most people were watching them. The proprietress had shuffled to a corner of the bar and was watching out of the corner of her eyes while she made a busy show of cleaning the same stein over and over again. A few looked on with an eager meanness. Others, like Wilhelm, were making themselves inconspicuous.

Taylor looked the woman over again, which she seemed content to allow. Her smallish eyes were flinty and sharp- no, they were taking this time because this woman was sizing them up just as well. Her riot of frizzy hair was slung thoughtlessly over her shoulder. She was not that old, this woman, but not that young either. Her right eye was bright gold, a mage’s eye, but the left was dark as a stone. On the higher of her folded forearms, the tattoo was a complicated knot of three snakes, teeth bared. One’s head traveled as low as the base of her thumb. The other two wound around the meat of her arm to hiss defiantly in one another’s faces.

Good sign, Taylor thought, good sign. 

“If you’d propose to do better than Mr. Wilhelm here, what price would you ask?”

The room collectively drew breath. A few of the onlookers broke their silence to mutter. 

The woman’s thick dark eyebrows climbed. “Ten gold rosettes upfront, and half that much in silver.”

Dread’s head pushed gently against Taylor’s hand. To pay that much, they wouldn’t be able to buy passage on a ship on reaching the coast…

“A proposal,” they said. “Six gold rosettes, five silver, and,”

They turned an open hand toward the woman. 

“A favor.”

At this, the woman’s laughter brayed louder and sharper than before. It must have made her quite thirsty, for she finished it up with a long drink. 

Quite a few people in the room seemed to be doing very little breathing for the living.

The woman dropped the emptied flagon on the counter and seized Taylor’s hand in a grip that could’ve crushed their bones if it wanted to.

“You have a deal,” she said.

[thenexusofsouls]

Muse: Strychthia

[ Bio and other information below the cut! ]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Fandomless OC inspired by the tiny fairy character in “The Companion,” the third story in an anthology entitled The Forbidden Fables. I used to write her over at @strychthia​, but just like her friend Jix, I’m going to move her over to this blog for now.

Name: Strychthia (pronounced STRICK-thee-uh)

FC: The tiny fairy from The Forbidden Fables.

Race: A species of insectoid sky fae called a grassling. The mundane insect species she resembles are those that live among grass or in grasslands, such as grasshoppers, locusts, and praying mantises.

Gender: Female

Height: About 4-5 inches tall not including her wings.

Age: 10 years (human developmental equivalent of 16; lifespan of approximately 60 years)

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Occupation: Gatherer of berries and collector of interesting shiny things, haha.

Languages: Her own native language; Gaelic; English

Family: She has parents and siblings but doesn’t see or speak to them anymore since she left home because she’s a bit of a societal outcast.

Appearance: Strychthia resembles a grasshopper-like insect as far as her face and antennae, although her body and legs more resemble a mantid. She technically has six legs, although her front two legs function more like arms. Her mouth is a combination of insect-like mouth parts and a more human type mouth with little teeth. When in her “costume,” she pulls her four legs together to make them look like only two and uses her front two legs like arms. When exposed, she falls into her more natural four-legged stance. When she flies, her four bottom legs dangle down, much like those of bees. She has two large eyes that are more like animal eyes in that they are not compound like mundane insect eyes, although she does have two sets of eyelids, almost like cats or lizards do.

With her mask and robe:

Without her mask or robe:

In flight:

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: I... I can’t... even think of anything triggering with Strychthia. She’s so wholesome. Maybe... just not being comfortable with herself and her appearance? Poor self-image and low self-esteem.

Likes: Love; Friends and family; Food: fruits, berries (cranberries and both fresh and dried currants are her favorite), vegetables, sweet leaves, flower petals, flower nectar, sugar cubes, maple syrup, cookies, pancakes, sweet breads, candy, peppermint; Presents and good surprises; Music: soft sounds, piano, wind instruments, singing; Bright lights: lightning, fireworks, lanterns, candles, bioluminescence, the sun and moon; Warmth: warm water, baths, and blankets; Happy laughter

Dislikes: Being hunted or chased; Loud noises: screaming, banging, explosions, thunder; Cold, especially cold water; Darkness, especially cold and darkness combined; Nasty people: cruelty, manipulation, being mean or petty; Mockery: mocking laughter, being made fun of or taunted for being ugly or about her appearance in general

Exceptional Talents: Singing; flying; crafting; painting,; sewing; braiding; climbing

Things She’s Not Good At: Swimming; lying; pilfering

Personality: Strychthia is a gentle, kind, considerate, compassionate, and empathetic soul, but she is also timid, shy, and distrusting. She is very aware of how tiny and easily-squishable she is, and this makes her very scared of larger creatures, not trusting them to treat her well at first glance. There is a great curiosity in her, however, that usually outweighs her fears and causes her to take chances. If food is involved and she is very hungry, she gets even more adventurous, sometimes taking very daring chances to pilfer a particularly tasty morsel.

Mundane Abilities:

Strychthia has an impeccable sense of direction, especially when flying. She is able to remember places she has only been to once, places she visited in the dark, and can find places given only sparse directions.

She has poisonous saliva, corrosively acidic, but she does not use this ability too often because she thinks it’s really mean. But she could temporary blind if she hits someone in the eyes, and if it lands on skin, it could cause sores or lesions if not cleaned off. This is because she is actually regurgitating highly acidic digestive fluids from her gut. It is usually a stress response, the result of her being very scared or in fear for her life. She only uses it when absolutely necessary. She uses it to defend herself in dire situations.

In addition to poisonous saliva, she can also have adhesive saliva if she chooses. This is done by mixing her saliva with a resin-like secretion on the insides of her cheeks that is then pushed out through her mouth parts. This can act like a glue that, while moderately strong, is unfortunately diluted and weakened with water, such as during a rain storm. In a pinch, however, it’s useful.

She is an adept carver and an artist. She carved her mask herself from animal bone, complete with a lovely face and hair twisted and tied from the “silk” of common weed varieties of plants. She can also paint with berry juices and plant saps, and can carve animals, leaves, and other imagines into both wood and bone. She does this all with her front pair of legs, which have very hard claw-like points on the ends.

Magicial Abilities:

Because Strychthia is fae and not a mundane insect, she is a magical animal. This means that, unlike insects, she produces body heat.  She also has intelligence and the capacity to learn that is on part with humans, elves, etc.

She can make healing berries by infusing berries with magic. She prays over them and casts spells with her prayers, and depending on how she prepares the berries, they can aid in easing or curing illness, sickness, and poisoning. They only work on mammals, insects, and insectoid fae, though. She hasn’t quite figured out reptile or fish yet. This is not an instant ability, as she must pray over the berries for some time in order to infuse them with healing magic.

She can evoke or soothe emotions with her singing, either inducing compassion, calm, or empathy in others or calming things like anger and hate. This works on higher creatures such as humans, elves, shapeshifters, and other fae (with some racial exclusions depending on compatibility and strength of will, of course) as well as mundane animals and even some types of insects. The effects can last for several minutes after she stops singing.

Background & General Info:

Strychthia used to be a very adventurous young one, always exploring well beyond her family’s land and ever-curious about human beings. To her people, humans were large, dangerous, destructive, selfish, and cruel creatures that destroyed food plants, poisoned the earth, and killed without reason or remorse. To Strychthia, humans were fascinating and beautiful creatures she wanted to learn more about and aspired to be like. As humans would look up to angels or other higher beings, Strychthia admired humans very much, to the point of coming to believe she was very ugly compared to them.

She carved a tiny mask for herself out of animal bone, taking a lot of time to make it resemble a soft and lovely human face. In the side of the mask, she carved holes from which were tied woven and twisted silken threads from the seed pods of grassland plant species, to give herself the appearance of having hair. She treasured every little bit of cloth scrap she found in her travels, fashioning robes from them. Dressing herself in all of this, Strychthia felt more beautiful. In time, it got to the point where she was never seen without her mask and robe.

Eventually, her people grew tired of her obsession with humans and challenged her to give it up. They tried to teach her that humans were evil, and tried to get her to see the beauty in herself and her own people. Try as she might, though, Strychthia always felt ugly. She was happiest when wearing her mask and robe, and she continued to admire humans. This earned her an expulsion from her little flight of fae, and the community was quite clear. Don’t come back!

In addition to feeling ugly and unwanted, now Strychthia is very lonely. She wanders the earth, exploring and forever admiring any humans and other humanoid creatures she meets from afar. Not daring to get too close, lest she be squashed, she watches life from afar, wishing she had friends and a family to fill her lonely hours.

Relationships: She is friends with my other adorable diminutive fae OC, Jix, my oaken leafling.

Potential Starter Ideas:

Strychthia is pretty versatile in that she can be found anywhere insects can. Forests, fields, people’s backyards, pet stores, heh, you name it.

Sometimes she gets into trouble and needs saving.

Also she frequently gets caught trying to pilfer food.

Or your muse can just run into her somehow while they’re out and about.

Fun facts:

Strychthia secretly wishes she could have her own business selling her artwork: carvings, paintings, and other crafts.

Her name in her native language means “strong like strychnine,” which refers to her being poisonous. In her culture, this is seen as a strength and a good thing. She doesn’t much care for her name, though, for she feels it’s not necessarily a good thing to be poisonous.

She gets offended when others compare the buzzing sound her wings make to that of flies. Bees and beetles are okay to compare her to, though.

[identityarchitect]

which ones most embody each of the fears from the magnus archives

hmm im gonna just assign them fears under the cut cus i have a lot of ocs

solace group

a glimmer of seasalt - lonely. she's too far away from anyone to be on the main communication network, so fox has to forward any messages to her, and after communications broke down she was just alone.

three tears of a fox - corruption. this girl is Literally infested. she is Literally rotting. very corruptioncore

rising birds - mmmm very tentative hunt, maybe end. ive mentioned before that her whole thing is trying to figure out how to kill iterators so that she can protect people so. yeah

stormclouds overhead - eye? maybe? during his collapse he lost lots of memory so he's using. basically feral cats as librarians to rebuild his memory. thats decently eye

cold water rushing - stranger methinks but possibly spiral. its name is a pseudonym and it hides its face i couldnt make it more stranger w/o making it an actual clown

seven crowns of bone - buried. my guy literally got eaten by a sinkhole

chorus group

collector of caged kismet - vast! he's trying to get a slugcat to go down to the void sea and then come back up which like. can you even get more vast

bells of other ballads - very tentatively flesh. she's trying to train a slugcat to be an engineer to repair iterators, and iterators are biomechanical, so i guess flesh?

caught under null thorns - im gonna be real i have no idea what CUNT is like. no assignment because of lack of personality

forgoing all glory - honestly very difficult. extinction is the closest. FAG was built to be self repairing to a fault, and designed to be an everlasting monument to the ancients, so that he'd stick around Literally Forever. which is kinda vast now that i think about him but him and his mindset is closer to extinction/end/desolation

does your kin endure - uhhhh. im giving her an honorary potential dark/desolation alignment im gonna be honest i havent thought much about her either

to reinvent as new, not yours - flesh baby!! literally a trans surgery machine, flesh as hell

69 weed leaves - corruption? hes pretty much falling apart and theres plants and shit in his machinery which is pretty corruption

equinox group (+ winters group which are technically separate)

no peaceful ending - end. no question. she died, she came back wrong, oliver banks is high fiving her as we speak

fibres of silence - im honestly gonna say slaughter. silence is VERY mad for what winter did to peace. if not slaughter then lonely

hallows of fate, damned - uhhhhhh. buried? maybe? in the sense of more metaphorical pressure. fate has very bad imposter syndrome stemming from one Really bad fuckup that ended up harming a lot of his colony, so i guess i could see her being buried.

glowing wind between speckled trees - she's probably kind of like adelard dekker or mikaele salesa in that she interacts with the entities without being bound to any of them. my girl just cares about tea. if i really really had to, maybe eye

dappled light over decaying leaves - web or eye. i dont know how just yet but this girl knows things she is not supposed to

winters group

awakening winter - web. no doubt. this man manipulates other people to his own end so much. hes also got some desolation/hunt spice in there from all the killings and ruination

nebula of snow eternal - hmm. end? possibly desolation. he was winter's first victim, and he collapsed and was literally crushed by his can (similar to how peace was) so. yeah

cycles within cycles - end! this guy was a sliverist, meaning that he believed death was the means to ascension. trying to stop winter was a win-win scenario for him; either he stops winter, or winter kills him (thus ascending him). he gave no shits

revent chorus, the silence calls - slaughter slaughter slaughter slaughter my guy went mad and started killing for as of yet unknown reasons. slaughter as hell

[cottelini]

This time we'll be focusing on Grian ((he/him))~ <3

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Are any of your characters missing fingers?

nope! tho i do play around with one of the main characters missing a leg...

Does your character know how to tie different kinds of knots?

probably!!! Grain loves to work around the house-- building fences, tending to the garden, and such. he's quite handy!

How much does your character giggle?

just a little haha~ he does more of a chuckle tho

Are any of your characters nameless? (In that there is no legal record of them existing, they just don’t have names in canon, or history remembers them but not their name?)

...technically Sky?? but not really. they don't know their birth-name, since nobody knows about their time before they were kidnapped (<- yeah that's a whole story lmao), but everybody calls them Sky regardless

How independent was your character as a teen?

oh, Grian WANTED to be independent-- and he did have some secret rebellious moments-- but he mostly stuck to his parents' rules. and since they were very focused on "obedience" Grian didnt get much fresh air :-( he's always been rather timid so it was easy to keep him in line as a youngster

How much does your character care about their appearance?

a fair amount!! Grian loves to dress up and has a really specific style he adheres to (bohemian wizard vibes!!!). he also pays a lot of attention to how "masculine" he looks on any given day, so there's that anxiety there as well.

Do you have any characters who are twins?

!!! Giran is a twin!! he had a twin sister named Constance <3

Does your character like math? How good are they at it?

mmm i'd say he likes it a fair amount, and is quite good at it, but he prefers science/alchemy

Do any of your characters collect sea-shells or wear shell jewelry?

some later characters do, but that's spoilers ;-) I'm sure Grian would love collecting shells-- he is quite the collector (tho some may call him a hoarder owo;;;)

Naptime, yes or no?

yes <333 especially if it's a sunbath~ Grian LOVES to bask in the sun! Clementine says it's bad for his skin, but he doesn't care; "what's the point in living if i can't feel the warm sun on my skin? i'd rather look old knowing i embraced the warmth of a summer day rather than look young knowing i never let the sun embrace my skin."

Would your character prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving and doing something?

both lol. Grian loves slow mornings staring at the horizon just as much as he loves tinkering away at a new project

Did any of your characters have a fever they almost died from as a child?

Sky is very very sick at the beginning of the story. they're a teen by then but it's a big enough plot point that i felt it worth mentioning. speaking of Grian, he was the more sickly out of the twins as a young child. he grew out of it after a few years tho and now he doesn't get sick often at all!! he can go nearly a decade without getting ill!!!!

Does your character worry about breaking the rules and getting in trouble?

not... really? Grian respects and follows the laws and rules set before him in any scenario. that being said... he has had rare moments that he felt the rules were less important or even a hindrance to the "greater good".

he isn't afraid of the law/rules and teaches others the importance of such systems. however, if Giran does go against these set systems he isn't afraid of the consequences as he has already made up his mind that he has made the best possible choice for everyone involved.

(i acutally like to think that this is how Guardian of the Sky starts! with Giran getting in trouble for breaking the rules because he found something more important to protect, or someone~)

Do any of your characters have the responsibilities of an adult despite being a child, or did they when they were?

Sherrie had to fend for herself a lot as a young child, but otherwise i can't think of too many OCs that have this theme. Grian was obedient and often not allowed to act "childish", but i wouldn't say he was forced to act as an adult.

If a loved one died, how long would they stay in mourning?

a very long time i'm afraid. Grian's greatest joy in life are the relationships around him. losing someone isn't something Grian takes well. he keeps it in so he can comfort others. it's a very quiet and painful grief-- one that he doesn't truly every mourn properly.

Do other people around your character dictate their life or do they get to choose for themselves?

Grian's parents were true dictators in his young life but once he moved out he was rid of them forever. they died not long after anyways. the only true tyrant in Grian's life now is himself-- for better or worse.

Did/do any of your characters have an arranged marriage?

Giran and his sister, Constance, had some suitors that they were set up with from a young age. Grian took a liking to one of his suitors, Elliot, and they had a really wonderful relationship for a long time. however, Constance (ever the rebel) always hated the entire arrangement process. She later married a farmer boy and had a daughter, Camilla <3

Do you have any widows/widower characters?

yes </3 but it's kinda spoilers owo;;; maybe??

Are any of your characters overshadowed by other siblings? Or have parents who clearly have a favorite? (ex: Boromir and Faramir)

mmm Grian was preferred by his parents because he was well-mannered and obedient, unlike his rebellious and outspoken twin sister. still, i wouldn't call it "favoritism". Grian and Constance were born for one reason; to continue on a legacy and reputation cemented by their parents.

their parents liked the idea of having kids and what benefits they would bring... they just forgot that kids need more from you than you'll ever receive from them.

Would your character kill someone to get what they want?

no. Grian would cry if he stepped on a snail. he may come to feel deep hatred one day, but the thought of harming someone would never even enter his mind.

Does your character prefer to lead or follow?

probably leading-- he's a teacher at heart <3 but power and all that doesn't matter to him

Has your character ever stolen anything?

just some hearts <3333333

Are any of your characters apprentices?

Sky is technically Grian's apprentice!! Grian teaches them all about the world, fae, and alchemy.

Are any of your characters certified Bird Nerds ™?

not in this story but i wouldn't be surprised if some of Fern's family was into that stuff. they're quite bohemian and into nature~ i'm sure Grian picked up a bird identification book at some point and now it's in a dusty pile somewhere lol

Are any of your characters Good Dads ™?

look no further than Grian himself <3333 also Sherrie's dads are hella cool!!!

[cj-the-random-artist]

Hello lovelies, I know y’all aren’t necessarily vibing with my OCs but I’m gonna post some new refs here anyways because I’ve got nothing else for y’all right now.  Anyways here’s three new refs, in order this is Sakura, Katherine (aka Noir), and Wulf.  I’ll include some info about them down here.

Sakura is introduced as part of the Act 4 cast.  She has a magical ability that I will explain (yay) because it is, in fact, not spoiler related.  She can feel the emotions of the people around her and to some extent alter those emotions.  I won’t go into further detail but it’s kinda cool (I think).  In terms of her personality, she’s very upbeat, very bubbly, she’s constantly smiling and happy and generally having fun.  Her fun fact is that she really likes Minecraft.

Katherine (aka Noir) is a primary member of the Act 1 cast.  She also has an ability that I will explain (yay for not being spoiler related), she can turn into a cat.  Think like a black housecat and that’s it.  That’s also where she got her nickname from (she has some extended family that are French and gave her the nickname).  She’s very mischievous and she likes to mess with people and have a good time.  She really likes fashion and art.  Her fun fact is that she makes art with anything she can get her hands on.

Wulf is one of the main characters starting in the Act 4 cast, technically he’s introduced before then but I won’t go into that because of spoiler reasons.  Wulf is mostly pretty relaxed, he generally just goes with whatever happens.  He’s sometimes a bit bitter, and sometimes a bit aggressive, sometimes kind of mean, and he’s very sarcastic.  He’s pretty upbeat though.  His fun fact is that he’s an unashamed collector of cute and fluffy plushies (when possible).

So here’s them, so sorry I don’t have anything else for you all, but I hope these are alright for the time being.  Have a lovely day, all of you wonderful people <3

[stimwyrms]

ABOUT ME. and the blog. i think

hey. apparently people do these now? i figure i should prooobably do one for this blog? yeah. yeah probably

hey! im siffrin, from @protectorcraft​​ ! i also run @shitpeoplesayinsplatoon​ and @badlydrawnbugfables​, if you even care, lmao.

i made this blog just for fun, and im not seeking any particular turnout from it. might also just talk about my experiences as a little stim boy(genderneutral) in general

i do stimboards! n shit! probably wont be making and posting my own gifs, but expect reblogs of other folks stuff. i do my best to credit shit properly, but let me know if i fuck it up

if you feel like i’ve done something wrong and would like to discuss it with me, shoot me a dm and we can talk privately. having a discussion about topics like potential ableism, misogyny, etc publicly will not get anything done, and will just end up a circular argument where both parties get defensive and upset because they feel like they’re trying to prove something to an audience. i promise i don’t bite! thank you!

I mainly do:

OC Boards (Mine and others, including yours, if you request it!)

Character boards (for like, other guys. all characters are technically ocs but you know what i mean)

General aesthetic boards

Song Boards

Name Boards

goofy shit

if you want to know if ill do something just ask

also read this: LINK

CURRENT PROJECTS:

Every Normal Cat in Cat Game: The Cats Collector (ON HIATUS): LINK

Every Single (Gameverse) Kirby Character (ON HIATUS): LINK

Flight Rising Deities (COMPLETE, tag currently broke whoops): LINK

Flight Rising Breeds: NOT YET STARTED

TF2 Characters (INCOMPLETE, tag may be buggy): LINK

Requests (OPEN, ALWAYS ONGOING): LINK

[yanderecandystore]

aaaaa I loved the deity reader x the collector sm!!! can we please have more of them? even if it’s just them being salty towards each other/fighting or if it’s them just talking it out.

Hey boo, how's it going?

I'm trying to do all requests in the order that they came in and how long does it take me to write them, sorry if yours has taken some time to be answered.

I'm surprised people liked this headcanon, so how about more of it?

TW/Tags: Let's go the fighting then talking route // vague fight scene because why the hell not // some slight angst and fluff? Maybe. // Really sad out of nowhere?? Also, mentions of injuries.

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"- Fighting is pointless." [Yandere!Eldritch OC x Experienced God!Reader - Headcanon]:

I guess you can imagine the destruction that you and him can cause.

You didn't expect him to have so many tricks up his sleeves. But you guess he also didn't expect you to have just as much willpower as you have.

A fight that was truly fit for the gods, but at what cost?

An entire continent being destroyed by your hands.

You tried convincing him to leave this planet and never come back. To never take any creature from this place ever again. Talking was proven to be futile, as your fight has begun the moment the discussion started.

You managed to hurt his skin, granted that it could still regenerate at any time. He hurted you a couple of times, but-

The fight has ended shortly by his mask starting to crack from each time you hit him and each time he inflicted any small amount of pain on you.

It took you some time to realize why he was so stressed out, of why his mask was breaking so easily.

You two managed to turn a once beautiful place into a wasteland. How could you do this?

"- I didn't want this to happen." He was the first one to say what you were both thinking while taking a look at the vast amount of land that has been destroyed.

His body was shaking slightly as he had sat down, trying to cope with what just happened.

You did the same.

You decided to give him a second of silence before asking:

"- Why are you breaking?" And as the question left your lips, his body had cringed at the words so badly, that it almost caused another crack in his face.

"- Y-You really d-don't know me, huh?" He asked almost jokingly. His voice was stuttering so bad, his whole body was about to give up.

He is correct. You're aware of that. You don't really know him all that well, apparently.

"- I-I- I HATE-E THIS!" He managed to get out between stutters and frantic shaking, while punching the ground with his fist.

You know, when he said he loved life and living creatures, he really meant that. So many life forms dead by his hands, and for what? For an stupid argument.

He never killed anyone like this, really. This was a really difficult experience for him to cope with.

"- Me too." You said back. You didn't want things to reach this point.

You sighed. Feeling just as bad as the mutual earth lover by your side. You felt two large fingers pull your clothes, in a "trying to take your attention" sort of way, but because of how huge he is in general, it js really hard to not notice.

"- What is it?" You asked while turning your head to see an immense amount of oil starting to slip through his mask's holes.

There are a lot of words that are known in his kind's vocabulary. Some could even be translated to the human vocabulary really easily by associating their meanings. But what they didn't know how to say was 'sorry'.

So in a pathetic attempt to apologise to you, he does this little mannerism. Is all he is able to do. Pull your clothes in a shy manner while crying oil and whimpering.

But you didn't notice that, all that you did noticed was the amount of cracks opening his mask.

"- Your mask! Is too broken!" You stated as you tried getting closer to him. Either by flying or by getting some help by his hands, you got closer to his face.

"- I didn't think you would be-" You started saying as you tried to put your hand in his mask, but he flinched. Scared of your touch hurting him. Again.

"- Oh… Oh my God." You can't tell if you're sorry or just feel pity for his current state. It's a creature tall as a building acting like a scared dog.

"- I hurt you." A low whisper was able to be heard coming from the mask, just like other whimpers and… Uhn, some unsavory sounds. Sounds of something squishy moving, constantly.

You sometimes forget that you don't know exactly what hides behind the mask, you only know that the entrance to his dimension is behind it, just that. Whenever he tried putting you in his pocket dimension, a bright light would always blind you temporarily, so you don't know what truly is there.

But anyway, this is not the time to care about his freaky anatomy, but rather to focus on his well-being and safety (and well, the safety of the entire planet).

"- Oh come on now, I hit you, you hit me, we were fighting. You don't need to worry about me." You tried reassuring the big guy, because again, if his mask breaks, you're going to be sent flying through the air.

You patted the mask, even though it doesn't make any sense, he still felt your soothing touch. The oil coming out of his cracks is a little sticky and is starting to dirty your clothes a little.

Even if you try to comfort him, the deed was done. You two managed to devastated a whole piece of land, and just the thought of all the life forms he has wiped out in a couple of seconds started to make him spill more and more oil on the ground, and on you, accidentally.

"- ……" There is an eerie sound coming from the mask, untill you heard a couple of words be said in a language you aren't familiar with.

"- ……… I'm sorry……." He did it again, this time translating what he said. It's kinda funny how ridiculously hard it is for him to say those words. It's like it hurts his ego so badly, lol.

Oh no wait, nevermind, it really does hurt to say them, he is whimpering all over again.

This situation may seem hopeless at first, until you remembered one thing, maybe this could help him cheer up.

"- Hey, we're similar right? Maybe we can both fix this together." You said hoping he would catch what you meant. But no, he didn't.

He didn't understand until you started to show him you could create life in this wasted land. There was still hope, it'll just take a little bit of help and patience.

"- Will you help me?" You asked, smiling at the creature who technically is always smiling because of his mask's design.

In the end, you two decided to work together for once. Bringing life to this place once again.

It seems to be way more fun than capturing creatures to his own personal viewing pleasure. He is really, really quiet, maybe you should find a way to fix his mask, to not only stop it from breaking more, but to also help him heal, because as long as the mask is in this terrible state, he'll always be in pain.

You wonder if this is why his voice has been so quiet and shy out of nowhere. Or maybe it's because he really does feel sorry for hurting you and the life forms that used to be here.

Anyway, you got a big soft spidery boi now. Give him some head pats once in a while.

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[wondersbeyondcompare]

Twisted Wonderland OC: Majid

Wow, this was long overdue, but I finally got his basic profile together (・・;) Here, have some doodles I made of him just to get his design consistent 😆

*EDIT: I managed to get more of his backstory stuff together as well as make some minor tweaks to other parts of his profile, so I’m reblogging this again just in case anyone was interested in an update!*

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“Don’t you dare try to wake me... You’re no diamond in the rough after all...”

Full Name: Majid Shahin

Name Meaning: Majid (“Glorious”); Shahin (“worthy of a king”) [Somehow remembered his parents giving him his first name before their disappearance; chose his last name from a bakery he was fond of back then]

Dorm: Scarabia

Year: 1st year

Birthday: May 12

Age: 16 years

Height: 5’10”/1.78 m

Place of Origin: Land of the Hot Sands

Voice Headcanon: Komatsu Shouhei

Personality: Usually seen sleeping at the entrance of the Scarabia dorm as if he were some kind of underpaid security guard (which he technically is, but he doesn’t take his job too seriously, much to the annoyance of Jamil who gave him this task in the first place). If he’s not sleeping, Majid acts mildly annoyed with everyone he meets. He acts a bit kinder towards people with a good heart or those he’s interested in observing. Majid can fulfill most tasks that are asked of him, and, of course, there has to be a bribe, but the type of bribe involved depends on the person. If a person has good intentions behind the task they’re asking of him, Majid will ask for something that is relatively easy for them to acquire; if the person has bad intentions, however, the item he asks for becomes much harder to get. However, even Majid can’t clearly define the line b/w “good” and “bad”, so sometimes his requests just depend on how he feels throughout the day. If a person tries to offer him something that doesn’t meet his standards, he will shut them down. Hard. There are times Majid will help out other people on his own initiative, but this is very rare and something he adamantly avoids doing.

He likes things like money and expensive objects, but he acts more like a collector of these items rather than actually using them as a status symbol/showing off his wealth. Somewhat like a hoarder in that aspect but this may also just be a habit he had formed while growing up. Also fond of observing certain people in order to understand their motivation behind their actions, but, honestly, if he had to choose b/w this hobby and sleep, he would much rather choose the latter. 

Likes: Naps, money, expensive items, lava lamps, honesty, warm weather, sand sculptures, his magical abilities, being secure, golden jewelry, meat, puzzles, magic carpet rides, some sweets

Dislikes: Liars, cowards, passive aggressive people, directly interacting with people in general, cold weather, whenever his Scarabia upperclassmen drag him into their shenanigans

Background: 

Majid doesn’t remember much from his childhood, but the absence of any kind of support system (both financially and emotionally) left him at a disadvantage while growing up. He would often spend his days roaming the streets in search of necessities, relying on both resources given to the homeless from certain establishments or resorting to stealing from vendors behind their backs. The orphanages in the area were far too few and poorly maintained, so Majid tried his best to avoid being picked up by the workers there in order to at least keep his freedom by staying out on the streets. 

Although the young boy was often found alone, he did at one time manage to make some friends with some of the other children in the area, tagging along on their little adventures throughout the town. This was the one time he felt like he belonged somewhere; where he was surrounded by people who actually wanted him around as much as he did with them. Unfortunately, this feeling led Majid to become overly dependent on the group, sometimes purposely delaying their adventures just so they could stay together a little longer. He didn’t really think of himself as selfish for doing this nor did he see it as something wrong. But eventually the group became fed up with these delays once it began to cause troubles with their families back home. They kicked him out of their group, admitting that they only let him join in the first place because they and their parents pitied him since he was the poor, annoyingly clingy orphan with nowhere else to go. At first Majid couldn’t believe them, desperately denying to himself that what they were saying wasn’t true, that maybe they were just saying this out of anger and everything will right itself in the morning. 

And that was when, at the worst possible time, one of his powers revealed itself to him. The ability to see into other people’s hearts. It wasn’t as if he heard an otherworldly voice telling him if they were lying or not, but rather it came as an overwhelming epiphany. He sensed every bit of their frustration with him, their anger at his actions, as well as the brutal honesty behind their words, all in a new kind of clarity. Majid couldn’t bring himself to respond at that moment, not even after they had long left him behind. Once he snapped out of his stupor, the boy tried to compose himself by carefully sorting out his thoughts and feelings about the situation, but it was no use. He felt numb. And he was alone again. Perhaps this time, for good.

Majid tentatively tested out this new power on various people around town, seeing all the different kinds of malice people held in their hearts. From lying shopkeepers to narcissistic “do-gooders”, everyone had their own hidden agenda, and young Majid could see it all in a frighteningly clear display. He developed a distrust in other people because of this and habitually used his ability whenever he felt like someone was lying to him. He became better at theft, now having less guilt while taking from the vendors because, well, they were “bad people”, so why should he care about hurting them? He was one dishonest person among many, so he wasn’t worried about spoiling the rest of the bunch if they were all rotten in the first place.

Majid didn’t start developing his other magical abilities until this one day when he caught sight of a parade marching through town. After pushing his way through the crowd, he watched in awe at the procession of dancers, musicians, exotic animals, and, at the very end, the smiling young heir of the Land of Hot Sands, just barely keeping his balance on the camel he was seated upon as he showered his excited subjects with golden coins and jewelry. Rather than becoming impressed with the parade itself, Majid admired the respect the heir was given. He knew that this respect was mostly due to the latter’s high social class, so Majid decided to aim for some other goal that would allow him to be viewed favorably by other people. To stick it to those who only saw him as pitiable and useless. In short: he wanted to become rich. 

He learned how to use his power (as well as other abilities he discovered along the way) to his advantage and often offered to do favors for people in exchange for money or other expensive objects. It was slow going, but he accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, with his living spaces resembling that of the inside of the Cave of Wonders in Aladdin. The floors were littered with gold coins, glittering gemstones, ornate vases, and many more riches beyond compare. 

Majid prided himself on his wealth at first, happy with all that he could attain with this kind of lifestyle, whether it be items or connections with those in the upper social classes. But he slowly found himself becoming bored. Majid did think of giving some of his wealth away, yet somehow he couldn’t bear to part with it. It may have been selfish of him to keep it all to himself, but this was all he had; one of the few great accomplishments in his life.  That and he had a general dislike of other people. Majid never found the need to get close to others since his ability could more or less tell him whether they were trustworthy or not. However, this led to him being unable to form any meaningful relationships with anyone else and left him feeling a whole lot lonelier than he wanted to admit. Sort of like an empty feeling in his gut that never went away. Since nothing seemed to satisfy him, Majid would often find himself sleeping his days away. The life he was living at that moment wasn’t fulfilling to him at all, so why bother staying awake all the time? He could afford to laze about a little bit too.

He stumbled upon the Night Raven College by chance… If chance involved being forced into a black coffin and carried off to the middle of nowhere only to awake in some strange castle headed by a sketchy man with a crow mask. Majid was reluctant to join at first but became intrigued at the prospect of a “magical academy”. A place where people had abilities similar to his… Now that didn’t seem boring at all. (Of course, his opinion changed upon meeting Kalim and Jamil, but at that point it was too late to back out of his enrollment 😂)

Majid does try to live up to Scarabia’s overall resourceful attitude, but he often just uses this as an excuse to find the easy way out and “conserving his energy for more important things” by sleeping all day. He’s not easily interested in his surroundings or the meaningless things people seemed to indulge in during their everyday lives. Deep down, Majid wanted something special. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he knew it had to be something irreplaceable and brought him fulfillment. A diamond in the rough.

Powers: 

Sand Manipulation- Can create and manipulate sand; can generate sand storms; can also create quicksand out of regular sand which, if he becomes angry enough, can become strong enough to drag a person’s entire body under

Seeing Into Others Hearts- Uses this ability to figure out a person’s intentions behind their actions; won’t give him exactly what a person is thinking about, but will give him overall *ahem* vibes that come from within them (can sense if a person is lying to him through this ability); his eyes glow a little brighter when he uses this

Summoning Through Scarab Beetle- Not really a power of his own but rather a spell that was cast on his scarab beetle bracelet by his upperclassmen who became angry at him for constantly slinking out of his dorm duties; the beetle resides with the dorm leaders, Kalim, and Jamil; whenever the two halves of the beetle are joined together, Majid is teleported to wherever the beetle is; leads to some pretty rude awakenings for Majid

Lava Manipulation- Can’t actually create lava but can create an illusion of it being there; people can see and feel the effects of the lava he “creates” but it can’t physically hurt them; mentally on the other hand… that’s a different story

[trustandblasters]

What was your freddy's au about that it accurately predicted a bunch of stuff? What did it predict anyway?

So, the AU never really had an Over-Arching story, it was more like a bunch of mini-stories and scenes in a singular idea.

I came up with it when Fnaf 3 initially came out and came up with the idea that the Player Character was female, and from there the AU was born.

My specifically, the AU is centered around my MC, Charlie Afton, who is the daughter of William Afton (Charlotte, aka Charlie was her original name and I added the Afton part once it was canonized with Silver Eyes). She was the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment originally but after SL came out I updated it to her being the CEO of Afton Robotics with FE being a Subsidiary company of hers (so she still technically owns them). She was a tall and lanky red head with freckles that had learned all her mechanical skills from her father and her business sense from her father's best friend.

I had made it so her Dad had a best friend (I never decided on names since they were unimportant) that founded the Fazbear and Robotic companies as a join company after the popularity of the Diner (Freddy's Diner) made them realize there was a Market for the property. They made the pizzerias, event locations with animatronics, and even a few cartoons that were popular.

Charlie had a best friend, originally named Mary in the AU that was killed by William and became the one haunting the Puppet when she was still fairly young. She also had an older brother that took off as soon as he hit 18.

After her father and his friend (we'll call him Henry for simplicity sake) disappeared she was named the new CEO. Then her father's 'Legacy' was and she made sure to distance herself from him in the media.

She would often go incognito to work in the animatronic workshops and warehouses since she genuinely loved working on them and she even has her own private warehouse only she and her apprentice mechanic can get in, though it does have a Showroom where people can view the deactivated animatronics or 'relive' the Fazbear Fright stuff if they are brave enough. She also regularly goes out under a pseudonym in order to locate and move her father's old animatronics from abandoned sites or to get them from private collectors who dont realize the danger. Some animatronics that were at large she would have to lure in using fake pizzerias or similar sites using her father's or children's voice clips to lure them in, such as the Puppet.

The first main story was the introduction, with her as the guard in 3 keeping Springtrap at bay until her apprentice could sneak up and disable the animatronic, leading to them bringing Springtrap to her personal warehouse with William's other animatronics. From there I had it set that Charlie was actually more of a prolific serial killer than her father, she simply had a different target demographic and her mechanic apprentice was also her accomplice who had admired William's work. Her targets often being people she and her accomplice trick into going into the showroom at night and becoming a new 'Night Guard' to simulate the old games.

I had a bunch of animatronics she also made and used, such as a Wolf, Hippo, Frog, and Mouse. When Sister Location came out I retooled them to be Animatronics that Charlie had specifically made for private functions and events, with Ennard being a private animatronic for her that helped her with her work (he was more noodley/tentacle like similar I guess to Mangle) and his voice was specifically made to sound like William's.

She also did genuinely despise what her father did, but more because she thinks kids are to easy a target and adults give more challenges and thrills. She is also heavily interested in the curious property of the Animatronics ability to entrap souls and part of her killings are to replicate the trait from her father's animatronics.

Other characters would have included Mike Schmidt, who would have been working to uncover what Charlie was doing (he had a gut feeling but no proof), Veronica, a woman who had been one of William's accomplices during his prime and now works to being in bait for Charlie or be a 'fake' animatronic in a costume that uses a knife (it is a foxy knock off in the AU), and her brother that would would also play an antagonistic force after his son got killed by one of their dad's animatronics, and Henry who would also become allies with Mike to catch Charlie and her accomplices.

As you can probably tell, there are a lot of things I predicted XD

The existence of Book/Game Henry, Charlotte, Elizabeth, and the new Stitch Rabbit/Programmer Girl from Help Wanted/Security Breech though obviously I got a name switch around.

I also somehow correctly identified Henry's Daughter as being the spirit in the Puppet and Elizabeth being murderous like her father, and the fact that she had at least one sibling and that the Bite of '89 may have been a relative of Purple Guy's (the theory of the kid from 4, as the process shown is how I had the grandson set to die but replace older brother with School Bully).

Also the concept of making a fake Pizzaria to lure in and trap Animatronics (even getting down to specifically the puppet being one), that it was partially set up by a relative of Purple Guy, and that there is something about Purple Guy's Animatronics that is entraping souls (as revealed by the Funtime Diagrams), that they had animatronics that could be rented out for private functions, and that William would eventually "Team Up" with his daughter so to speak.

It was all based on headcanons and ideas I had and like I said I never had an over-arching plot to it, just small stories or ideas and pictures I did (like if you looked at a lot of the art with Charlie and the Animatronics you wouldnt actually know she was a pretty successful serial killer, and I had a lot of ideas about her true feelings and previous relationship with her Dad before he became Springtrap that I hinted at with Ennard above).

Some stuff changed when Sister Location came out (such as OC animatronics being replaced with the funtime animatronics, but the Rental Animatronic and unique property to cage souls was already there, and it is also what spawned my accomplice theory)

But yeah, that was the ideas behind it. I still sometimes doodle stuff for it, but nothing serious. I might do some stuff now to update it and what not thanks to Security Breach.

[lucienlowell]

Can I get uhhhhhhhhh 2, 5, 15 annnnnnnd 24 for Nathan and Ethan? I'm not actually familiar with any of your OCs, so we'll start here I guess..!? Also YO I used to roll on dreamwidth too, albeit with a roster of canon characters and like one singular OC. 👀👀 Nice to see RP is still a thing there though!

Yes. Yes you absolutely can. :D (and don’t worry, no one’s familiar with them except my RP partner, pfffff - I need to babble about them.)

Hopefully I counted these right, too. Sleepybrain doesn’t like numbers and for some reason they don’t wanna show up…

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?The two of them ended up in very similar situations growing up, but came out of it with absolute opposite viewpoints - Ethan isn’t really a collector of anything as he was used to having next to nothing (and then at fourteen he was on the run anyway and that would become his life for the next ten years), but Nathan collects things because he had next to nothing. To be specific, he collects books. He’s amassed a decently large collection that now lives in what’s effectively become the Sparda family library. (Yes, this is a long story… (heh, story))

What is your OC’s first memory?Oh. Oh, you would pick this one, haha. Alright. Ethan’s is at least nice; it’s spending some time with his mum, curled up on the couch, the both of them watching terrible movies. On the other hand, Nathan’s is…it’s fairly nebulous really since he was very young, so the only definitive words he can put to it are “pain” and “loneliness”. It’s a memory of the experimentation done on him to try and awaken his demonic side forcibly when he was still just a toddler - which, uh, worked. Much to his detriment. I’m amazed he’s as sane as he is.

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?…excuse me while I try to convince Ethan his kids do not count as pets. Ahem. Technically they’ve both got a handful of harmless demon imps as pets and Ethan has contracted with V’s familiars (long story), but if they had to pick something more, uh, normal…Ethan would probably pick a cat. Nathan…for some reason I can see him with a snake. Cute little danger noodle. He’d probably go with a cat as well.

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?Haaaaa. *head in hands* Okay. Having had the better life by far, Ethan has got a pretty positive outlook on things, though he’s very prone to slipping into depression and probably gets that from Dante. Nathan is far more pessimistic and often doesn’t see what’s the point of trying to be a glass-half-full type, but he’s also got more of a tendency to throw himself headlong into having fun with life where Ethan is more reserved about it. Putting it all into a general philosophy…Nathan’s definitely a YOLO type where Ethan just tends to take things as they come. They do both rather enjoy living though, especially as both of them were once temporarily dying and Nathan actually did die for a bit at one point (also long story.)

…I’ll definitely be needing to make a clarifying post when I wake up, ahaha. *faceplants*

[peggydoodles]

Run! - Ducktales OC drabble

Completely self indulgent fic about Beatrice, my Ducktales OC, meeting Scrooge McDuck for the first time.

Plot: When the Beagle Boys break into her bookshop, Beatrice makes an unlikely, unexpected acquaintance in Scrooge McDuck, who comes to the “rescue”

Words: 1943

Characters: Beatrice (oc), Scrooge McDuck, Beagle Boys.

Grammer errors: idk, this is for me so I really didn’t care.

Beatrice isn’t exactly sure why her shop was being broken into. She doesn’t know what the Beagle Boys would want with a store with shelves nearly overflowing with books. It’s not like anything in the store was worth more than what was in the cash register, which they had thrown into a green sack when they barged in. Well – nothing in the store, the back room though.

But she tried not to focus on that and was more focused on keeping her back pressed up against a turned over long table. Beatrice held a baseball bat (kept for emergencies because you ALWAYS had emergencies in Duckburg) tightly in her hands, listening closely. In the chaos of the Beagles turning over her shelves and tearing apart books, she had quickly grabbed the bat and dashed into the second room of her shop.

It was away from the entrance, but was hopefully safer.

The duck took a deep breath, pushing her strawberry blonde feathers out of her face as she tried to listen. There was suddenly a commotion in the first room, but it didn’t sound like the destructive actions as before. It was different. And then it was silent.

Then there was a creek. Beatrice knew every bit of her shop, she knew which floorboards creaked when you stepped on them, and this one was in the small hallway. It was coming right towards her.

Deep breaths, she took silent, deep breaths as her grip tightened around her bat. This was her shop. She wasn’t about to let these Beagle Boys destroy another of her rooms. Getting into a crouching position, Beatrice brought the weapon backwards, waited until the figure was next to the table, let out a furious roar -

And hit the richest duck in town – no – in the WORLD with her baseball bat, clear across the jaw.

“GAH!”

“Oh!” The bat fell with a clatter, almost in synch with the other duck’s cane. “Oh my gods! Mr. McDuck! OH! Oh goodness! I’m so sorry!” Beatrice ran over and crouched next to him but held up her hands. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do. She just HIT SCROOGE MCDUCK IN THE BEAK WITH A BASEBALL BAT!!

“I am – SO SORRY!” She said again as he groaned. Scrooge McDuck held a hand on his chin, stumbling upwards to a standing position. He turned to her and looked her up and down. She smiled nervously as his eyes fell on the bat at her feet.

“Was that ye?!” He asked, sounding much less hurt and much more annoyed.

“Wha – well, you shouldn’t have snuck up on me!” Beatrice replied, now just as equally put off. She placed her hands on her hips.

“Curse me kilts, woman. Ah think ye broke my beak!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.” The ‘woman’ bent down and picked up her bat, then turned to look to her front room. All of her beautiful books and shelves were more tumbled over and ripped apart than before, but all the Beagles were on the ground. She blinked and turned to Scrooge McDuck, where she promptly punched his shoulder.

“OW! Wot ye do that for!?” He practically squeaked.

“Did you do that to my shop!?” Beatrice demanded.

“They were already ruinin’ it! So sorry for savin’ yer life!”

“Oh yeah! What a great job ya did.” She yelled back at him, turning away to the front. “Do you have any idea what this will cost me? Oh, right. You’re rich! You probably don’t ca –“ She stopped talking.

The Beagles were standing up and looking right at her.

She felt her hand being grabbed tightly. Beatrice spun around to see McDuck, not fearful, but smiling.

“RUN!!” He told her, with some sense of glee that she couldn’t even imagine having at the moment, but soon she found herself being tugged along behind him into a door marked ‘employees only.’

Scrooge McDuck quickly shut the door behind her, almost catching it on her heels, which earned him an annoyed ‘Oi!’ that he ignored in favor of pushing a heavy desk in front of the door. A feat that he made look effortless, considering the head injury.

“Are they here because of you?” Beatrice demanded, hands returning to her hips. “Because if you’re the cause of them destroying my shop I have half a mind to – OI!” She shouted. Scrooge had been dashing about the room, seemingly not even lending her an ear. He had been pacing about the backroom before he walked over to a bookshelf --- and then started to toss book after book off of it.

“Oi! Adventure man!” Beatrice dodged a flying book or two before grabbing one of Scrooge’ McDuck’s wrists. “What the blazes are you doing?” He just blinked at her in response (and surprise) so she kept going. “You can’t just tear about my shop.”

“Technically this isn’t yer shop.”

“What?”

“Well it – technically it’s the back of your shop. Ye don’t sell these books do ye?”

“That’s not the point! –“

“No, of course not, th’ point is –“ Scrooge turned back. “It’s that Ma Beagle wants something in yer shop.”

A BANG hit the door, Scrooge continued.

“Which means ye have somethin’ valuable.” Another BANG, McDuck threw a few more books over his shoulder. “It wasn’t in th’ front rooms, so it must be back here, aye?” Another BANG.

Beatrice grabbed his arm before he could throw away another book. Her brows were narrowed, but not angrily. Scrooge smirked smugly.

“Ah’m right aren’t Ah?”

“You shut it.” She pointed a finger up at him, then directed it to the floor. “Basement.”

Scrooge looked down. “Wot?”

“NOW!” The female duck ran over the desk he had moved over, grabbed a key from her pocket and unlocked on of the drawers, in which she retrieved a small, paper wrapped package from. She then rushed to the center of the room and stomped her foot down. Part of the floor sprang up. It wasn’t exactly a hidden trap door, it looked more like she made it herself.

“Go on, rich boy!” She practically commanded, and Scrooge McDuck ran over and hopped right in, with her following suit.

The floor boards shut behind her. There was a quiet pause.

“Rich boy?”

“Shh!” Beatrice whipped around, finding herself nearly beak to beak with the richest duck in the world. This space was obviously made for one person. She shoved him back to the wall with her hand. “Back up, will ya?”

“Ye call this a basement?”

“Saferoom. Whatever you want to call it.”

“Why on earth would a bookshop owner need a saferoom?” Scrooge hissed, but quietly.

“This is exactly the reason.” And she pointed above them. “With you galavanting about and bringing back all manner of Hades back to Duckburg, I need a place to hide.”

“Hardly a saferoom.” He grumbled, not at all enjoying the confined area. “Ye’ve hardly got more than a few water bottles.”

“I don’t need a lot; you usually save the day.” She mumbled and the conversation fell to silence again. Beatrice peered down at the package in her hands and sighed. “This is it, right? What they’re after? I collect old books; first editions, limited covers, you name it. I thought this one was interesting, but it didn’t seem all that important.”

Scrooge held out his hands, she went to go hand it to him, but the banging up top finally banged through the door. Thundering footsteps of the Beagle Boys filled the room above them. Beatrice scrunched down clutching the parasol to her chest. Her hand was grabbed again and she looked across to the very close Scrooge McDuck looking up, almost in a leaping position and ready for a fight.

Who knows how much time passed, it felt like forever until the Beagle Boys filed out of her shop at the command of their mother. The two ducks both gave relieved sighs.

Then Beatrice ripped her hand out of his and smacked him with the package. Scrooge McDuck yelped as his top hat was smooshed down.

“Oi!”

“Oi!” Beatrice snapped back, pushing open the door, and using Scrooge as a footstool, climbed back. “Everything. Everything is ruined!” She proclaimed her arms flopping to her sides. “And it’s all your fault!”

“My fault?!” Scrooge said, climbing out of the so called saferoom. “Ye’re th’ one that has – Ah don’t even know what it is!”

“This?!” Beatrice said through her teeth. “Is a collector’s item!” She tore the package off, revealing a book underneath. “King Arthur! First print! 1485! 15th century!” She was practically yelling now. “And they tore through my shop looking for it? Why on earth would – wh – why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, as Scrooge McDuck was staring, just not at her.

“What year did ye say?”

“1485? I was gonna put it in a display case. I mean, it was expensive so I can see why they would want to steal it.”

“Does it have a map?”

“Pardon?”

“A – A map! Does it have a map in it?” He walked towards her, making her take a cautious step backwards because he was smiling again.

“Um, I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Well, let me see!” His hand reached forward, but was stopped when Beatrice grabbed it.

“Me? Let you man handle one of my books!? Not a chance.” She pushed him back, but walked back over to the pushed over desk. She picked back up the chair and sat down, gingerly opening the book. She began gently turning page after page, a bit curious herself to see what she would find.

“Can ye turn any faster?” said Scrooge McDuck, who was practically breathing over her shoulder.

“If you don’t back up, I’m going to club you again.” A statement that got him to step back a few feet, hands in the air and him giggling nervously. Beatrice rolled her eyes and continued. When he said ‘map’, she assumed it would be printed in the book, like in the Hobbit or something.

She didn’t expect a full, yellowed by aged map to fall out of the middle of the book.

“HAHA! Yes! Yes!” Scrooge dove for it before she could grab it. He spun around, kissed it, and practically hugged it to his chest. “Oh, it’s beautiful! Ah’m gonna find it, Ah’m gonna find it!” He gleefully giggled, dancing about in a circle.

Beatrice stood up, walking over to him. “Whoa whoa, find what?”

“Excalibur! Th’ sword! Look!” He opened the map in front of her, showing the picture of a lake she hadn’t seen before and a train on how to get to it.

“The sword?”

“Yes!”

“King Arthur’s sword!”

“Yes!”

“And that map was just sitting in that book!? My book!?”

“Ah know! Can ye believe it?!”

And his smile disappeared as the map was yanked from his hands. Beatrice wore a smug smile as she folded it up and placed it back in the book.

“Wha – wot ye doin’?” Scrooge said, still breathless from laughing.

“Well, it was in my book. The book I bought. The book those Beagles broke into my shop for. Therefore, the treasure is mine.” Beatrice stated, walking to the entrance of her shop with the book in hand.

“But – but – but! This is could be the greatest discovery of our lifetime!” Scrooge stumbled over torn down bookshelves and over scattered books. “Proof that King Arthur and his stories are true! This could be the greatest adventure of all time!”

“I know.” Beatrice turned to him, place a finger on his chest and pushed. “And you’re going to take me.”

[totallynotagentphilcoulson]

A post I’ve honestly meant to write for years but kept putting off because I was overly concerned about whether or not people would be interested but I honestly don’t care so ANYWAY: my Star Wars OCs

gonna toss this under a read more though especially since I plan on reblogging this a few times, so yeah

Also guess I should also have some semblance of organization, so I’ll do them in order of when I conceptualized them. The first four are all my core characters whom I’ve conceptualized as all generally hanging out on various escapades.

Deak Idanian

- Male Human of Corellian, Socorran, and Alderaanian descent

- Attended Coronet City campus of Corellia University with a major in xenoarchaeology focusing on anthropology with a senior thesis analysis of Pre-Republic primitive lithic weaponry points and their use. Also took correspondence courses in basic starship systems and was a hobbyist racer for extra spending money.

- has always had a passion for galactic history, particularly in those parts of the GFFA considered to be backwater. Unfortunately for him, Deak is prone to occasionally neglecting to fill out all pertinent legal documents before an excavation because of being too enthusiastic. Sometimes this neglect is rather more intentional than it should be especially if stealing it from under the nose of the legal claimant coincides with that legal claimant being a dickish private collector. This puts Deak solidly in the very large category of “semi-legitimate field researcher,” which wasn’t exactly his plan but there’s worse he could be stuck doing.

- Related to the above, while he tends to try to work only for actual accredited institutions or for communities seeking repatriation, economic realities in the galaxy do lead him to working for less-than-legitimate clients as well. Or sometimes just for the hell of it. Retains a small personal collection of art and antiquities that he uses as a good source of income when jobs are few and far between.

- likes to think of himself as some sort of crack shot with a blaster. In reality, is more along the lines of Uncharted’s Nathan Drake and goes for the “try to aim when I can but otherwise just shoot vaguely in the enemy’s direction and hope for the best” school of firearms training. Has a small collection of blasters he considers his own including  Blastech A180, DL-44, and rifle model DH-17; and both a Merr-Sonn Power 5 and Model 434 Death Hammer.

- Hella bi, not a lot of past relationships but not exactly a dearth of them either. Has largely retained amicable relationships with his exes, though he doesn’t talk to one ex-boyfriend who sold a Pre-Clone Wars Corellian battle helm Deak was preparing to donate in order to fund the downpayment on a new airspeeder.

- Eclectic tastes in fashion by some standards, is a big fan of the finer end of galactic fashion when it comes to dressing for business but often opts for basic durable spacer garments for casual settings and field research

- [started life when I was in middle school as basically me but as Indiana Jones as Han Solo. Last name was shamelessly stolen from the Legends EU while the first was taken from early drafts of the first movie. Now visually less brown haired white guy if you couldn’t gather from his ancestry and the general trend in the ethnicity of the actors who have portrayed canon characters from those planets (hint: Han is Corellian, Lando is Socorran, and Bail Organa is Alderaanian)]

ELE-47G6

- Began life as an RA-7 protocol droid, externally still largely remains as such due to sheer number of potential surplus bodies in the galaxy. Internally upgrades wiring alongside each major generation of protocol droid, tosses an eclectic mix of military-grade wiring and sensor systems in when the occasion calls for it. Droid brain consists of a core of a Synthtech AA-1 Verbobrain with a TranLang III communications module with T-series tactical droid combat-analysis software installed in place of superfluous language software (which, for ELE, is anything that isn’t linguistically related to Galactic Basic or Hutteses) mated to an Intellex VI R4 astro-agromech computer. There are at least three spares of this modified computational core squirreled away both on and off ship. Most notable external differences are the heavier duty torso plating and bulkier aftermarket legs that increase both height and mobility, and the fact that ELE sometimes wears a utility vest.

- Can interface with the ship directly in a secondary body of their own design. Said secondary body is an R4 unit with an old Clone Wars-era commando droid head and the arms of a KX-series security droid unceremoniously welded to one of the engineering station’s stools.

- Does not bother with and was never programmed to have a specific gender; through decades of life with very few memory wipes of any sort has become rather fast-talking and fluctuates between feminine and masculine vocal modules within the same conversation and often the same sentence.

- Gets flirty with the crew and the passengers that tag along on certain jobs, both for the hell of it and to get something they want. ELE does generally consciously choose a gendered vocal module in these cases, going for some form of old fashioned holofilm stars and starlettes’ affected Mid-Inner Rim accent. Knows this works most often on Deak and regularly uses this fact to their advantage.

- [ELE was conceived of in my last couple years of high school, initially as a droid character in a potential fan film in which only one organic being survives a freighter crash on a deathworld that’s also in the middle of a war zone and finds the head of one of the ship’s droids conscious but damaged enough to have fluctuating vocals as the deuteragonist. Obviously never made the fan film and actually fleshed out the droid character into something far better than that, I hope]

Kolgrahgth the Hutt

- A relatively young Hutt by his species standards (approx. 250 standard years old) Kolgragth is the owner and sometimes operator of both Krazy Kol’s Certified Pre-Owned Speeder Emporium and the Rusty Sparnacle tavern, a family-friendly dining establishment with tasteful Mon Cal oceanside resort decor. He is strictly above-the-table and by the books in all business and prides self on being a completely legal business-being of the highest breeding to the obvious point of personal flaw. Much to his chagrin however, his celebrity doppelganger is a younger version of the infamous Jabba and this perception does not only apply to members of other species who are prone to lumping all Hutts together, but to other Hutts as well. Kol does not enjoy this fact.

- while he himself sticks with the letter of the law in all business, he has no compunctions about the other crewmates operating in a less-than-legal manner as long as he doesn’t get roped into their nonsense. As such he does not wind up taking part in very many major misadventures space-side

- Is the head of the local HOA, VERY vocal about violations in the color of exterior house trim and lawn ornamentation

- Kol is also an avid Loth-cat fancier and owns about 15 felines. He would never admit it to himself or the other cats, but his favorite is actual an elderly one-eyed neutered mixed-species former stray feline named Grand Admiral Biggles.

- [Came up with Kol roughly the same time as ELE, also much more one dimensionally. Originated from the thought “what if there was a Hutt whose biggest dick move was instating and running a homeowner’s association”. On another note that doesn’t technically apply in-universe the same way as the rest of his backstory, despite the Disney-era Canon now stating that Hutts exist as a species in which some individuals produce one sex gamete or the other I have and always will personally stick with the old Legends EU approach of “Hutts are giant sapient gastropods and as such are hermaphroditic”]

Jasna Vintrakahs

- A Devaronian female who started her career path solidly on the wrong side of the law due to growing up in a poor formerly industrial city and the costs of genetic and hormonal therapies on Devaron being, at the time, exorbitantly out of range and the off-world options being more effective in a shorter time-span but still very expensive. Her greatest shame was stooping to bounty hunting and mercenary work to expedite her financial growth after transitioning, though she certainly appreciated and kept the skills and fun little toys that come with working in that field. Does now balance professional life on both sides of the legal line, but genuinely enjoys the rough and tumble fringe spacer life at this point due to more adventure and more interesting individuals. Also because it’s generally more accepted for a fringe spacer to nonverbally respond with the good old fashioned “fuck you” that is a pair of knuckledusters when some stranger asks why she’s a female Devaronian with horns than it would be for an accountant or a trader.

- Depending on the particulars of the job, will often undercut her competitors’ bids on smuggling runs to the point of intentionally being deeply in the red. Doesn’t do this out of a need to repent for her past but rather out of a deep sense of the rights of all beings to live a comfortable life free from external control by privileged outsiders and class traitors. Can usually count on Deak to find one of his less-than-legitimate antiquities obtainment jobs along the way or after delivery given the parts of the galaxy a lot of these vaguely humanitarian smuggling runs tend to be in.

- Captain of our merry band, or as much a captain as anyone can be in an eccentric group of friends and acquaintances. Okay, it really just boils down to she’s the one who owns the ship, but when they’re on-board everyone defers to her hard-earned experience. Passengers can be dicks, but that’s what turning down the inertial dampeners in the guest berths during rough patches of flight is for.

- Met ELE by purchasing the droid as a gift to herself for retiring from bounty hunting, manumitted them after modifying them from near-stock protocol droid and gave them back-pay for the year it took to get to that point.

- Original ship was the Moldy Mynock, a twin-seat variant Incom Z95 Headhunter. Managed to keep this starfighter in such good repair and with a nearly pristine interior that a collector of vintage ships wound up paying close to double the original price. This made it pretty damn easy to purchase the ship that became the Starry Loth-bat, which started life decades ago as a YT 1200 freighter. By the time Jasna obtained it the ship had already become a haphazard blend of the base YT 1200 and a stock YT 1300, and eventually became a hybrid of a number of various YT models with some auxiliary gun ports on the forward starboard and port sides that were once TIE-series cockpits.

- When at home enjoys leatherworking (made Deak’s favorite satchel and ELE’s vest), traditional Devaronian blacksmithing (it’s handy to have a few blades on hand to use for barter in the Outer Rim), and pulp holoadventures. Which Jasna regularly takes the piss out of them for unrealistic tropes but is sincerely an avid fan of them.

- [Jasna started life as an unnamed female Twi’lek, then a male Twi’lek, around 2011-2012. Shifted to being Devaronian a couple years later, then shifted back to being a woman a little after that. Naturally, much like ELE, I am a bit nervous about having this character as she is. I’m cis and as far as I can tell will always identify as such, so y’know not exactly on the forefront of having the life experience of being trans to build off of. But on the other hand half the people I consider friends are trans, more trans characters need to exist, and gender as a whole is a fuck so I’ll be honest as a whole I’m pretty comfortable with Jasna being trans. I’m sure someone out there will read into the whole “gender of the character changed multiple times over the years I conceptualized her” thing alongside me quantifying my cis status as being “as far as I can tell”, to which I say...-shrug- eh, whatev. I wanted a trans OC]

A few unnamed ones that sort of exist in a void of “there for world building, may expand their characters later

Torgorian barkeep with the equivalent to Janus cat syndrome, a Barabel mechanic, Fonzi Kaz and the Boys (a Rodian singer, Bith Dorenian Beshniquel player, Weequay touchboardist, and Gungan lutenist), and a Chiss lawyer. There’s also Jasna’s partner whom I have not yet come up with a name for but she’s a cis Twi’lek artist with prosthetics. And I’m trying to come up with a good compelling Yuuzhan Vong OC too, though considering the dearth of them even now a full two decades after the NJO series began to be published I could probably go for a less compelling more stereotypical one for the first one and create a second one but yeah what I’ve got right now is extremely bare bones