#the wizard the witch and the wild one oc

[froghazard]

Ahh!!! The second arc final was so good!! I'm just (checks watch) a few days late lol!This is my the Wizard the Witch and the Wild one OC!

Mavka (she/they) is a crow trickster wild one and was once quite powerful but after losing a bet against the witch of wind, they lost their wings and became wayward. They now kind of work for the Witch by fairing people to and from the Witch’s stronghold in the Arctic.

I was only able to fit my drawing of them and Suvi but they probably wouldn't get along, mostly cuz Mavka likes to make fun of wizards (and witches)

[ribbittrobbit]

The adventures of the Wizard Sorrow & Boshi (working title): a WBN Umora OC comics collab with @yeehawpim!!!!!

Pim did the story + layout and then let me run wild (and pop in at odd hours with questions about Boshi's design) See Pim's mad composition genius + OC lore over here Sorrow lore here & here

👀 more to come perhaps 👀

[rebe-draws]

The hedgemage 'Scrap' (wild magic sorcerer) meets the Wizard, the Witch and the Wild One! This was just a fun thing I came up with for my World's Beyond Number OC HAHAHA. He's kickin' it in the Citadel and I always wonder what he'd be up to with the current goings-ons there. And I always wondered how he'd go meeting the crew! ENSUE tense Wizard VS Sorcerer moment LOL I love the gang so much! Had to do a bonus moment of the familiars meeting :) does anyone else have characters they've made up for this world? I'd so love to hear about them!

[dogfennel]

Introducing my WBN OC! This is Roving and her familiar Sol. Roving is a spirit who became The Witch of the Marketplace. She travels between city markets, selling potions, poultices, and crafts from other witches, and wool from her parents.

I was immensely inspired by @rebe-draws own Worlds Beyond Number OC, Scrap!

[Here's a little lore if ya feel like reading!]

Her parents found her as an infant spirit while they were grazing their flock high in the mountains. They raised her as their own, and she spent most of her childhood playing in the pastures with her sheep. Because her fur was as soft as wool ready to be spun, her parents named her Roving. 

Roving learned witchcraft from two witches. The first taught her how to control her growing magic, and it was at her cottage that Roving found Sol. He had fallen from his nest while his siblings fledged, and so they became Witch and Familiar. Roving made her glamor after him. 

Her first witch already had an apprentice, so when Roving had learned all she could, she left the mountains and traveled to a city to find the second witch. There Roving learned new witchcraft and the ways of people beyond her little village. When people began to murmur of a strange coyote which could only be seen when lantern light caught the iridescence of its fur, Roving departed once more. 

She traveled to many witches, and offered to sell their crafts beyond the reach of their sanctums. When the road carried her back to them, she brought them their earnings and crafting components they could not get from their own homes. In marketplaces Roving became a welcome sight, offering tokens woven with witches’ magic to people with no witch of their own. 

People speak with excitement of The Witch of The Marketplace’s approach wherever she now goes. 

Perhaps, by lantern light, those same people whisper of another omen of the marketplace. It roams the streets like a coyote, they say, but from the corner of an eye, its legs stretch a little too long and its face holds a little too still. Some say the omen heralds a bountiful day of trade; others say it is a warning for sharp-tongued vendors. Many have done a dirty trade and found their wares gone in the morning.

Roving returns sometimes to her two witches and to her parents, to exchange the treasures from the cities for treasures they have made. At the witch's cottage the swallows still nest every spring. And in the mountain pastures, no sheep has ever fallen prey to a predator, just as they hadn't when Roving walked among them many years ago.  

[thedeadhead]

my worlds beyond number OC, is a human warlock who was born during the era of Umora where they were still in clay huts with the T-Rexes, and when the spirit was closer

so he was like a sheep herder who was like “damn lost a sheep, gotta go grab it” and saw a nasty spirit grab it and jump through a portal so he chased it

and got trapped somewhere deep deep in the spirit and had like a short fairy tale adventure where he had to be clever and wise in the court of a great spirit, called like the Queen of Time or something, to be returned home, and he was aided by one of her daughters

So the Queen sends him home but is like “hey I don’t like that you fraternized with my daughter, you’ll get back alright, but it’ll be wayyyyyyy later” and he gets teleported right onto a train track and almost gets hit

Like this guy was born BEFORE people used money and has to adjust to the woes of capitalism immediately

i just can’t get over the fact that trains exist that’s so cool

Help this show consumes me so

[starsmuse]

Contemplating a citadel wizard oc by the name of Signal. after listening to the "making the citadel" fireside and hearing everyone rattle off their name cloak ideas, i found myself thinking about the word signal and what it means and how signals can be used to highlight secret meanings and messages to others, and then i got to thinking about what this Wizard Signal would be like, and my first thought was— "Oh! It would be cool to see what a blind or deaf wizard would look like in the Citadel." Signal being hand signals, much like sign language, signals not only being visual but verbal like the tweeting of a bird, the smell of smoke to potentially alert someone who can't see.

I talk to a friend who also has a Citadel OC and we talk about what the best route would be, and I settle on Signal being blind and immediately try to work out the logistics of it like line of sight spells, and if the Citadel is the breeding/training ground for the war effort, how would them being blind help them or hurt them. We briefly discussed spellcasters not only being able to see differences in magical signatures but also being able to feel them and I thought that was a really cool boon, maybe Signal has learned how to sense out lingering magical signatures on other wizards in the Citadel because they lost their sight a long time ago and were able to start preparing themself seeing as the loss of their sight was a gradual thing. I also did some research on the metamagic adept feat since I initially thought it was solely for charisma-based classes like sorcerers and bards, but found that it is possible to take as a wizard should your DM allow it and work with you to rangle out the kinks. ALL THIS TO SAY i got really excited in thinking about in OC in the world of Umora, a Citadel wizard specifically because Aabria had so much love, care, and inherent curiosity about the world that she helped create so hey @quiddie you absolutely ate and if you have thoughts about my oc PLEASE share them because i'd love to know

[catartac]

Me after the latest episode of the Wizard the Witch and the Wild One

[ocular-intercourse]

this is my wbn twtwatwo oc, the wizard steal

she's an illusion wizard and totally not at all on purpose thriving on the benefits of people mishearing her name all the time and scrambling to please the sword of the citadel

[atthe-end-ofthe-day]

The Wizard Sly's Office, Digital paint + collage

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(zoom in for details ^c^)

[sherlockgracie]

The Wizard Spite

(The Wizard, The Witch, And The Wild One Original Character)

The Wizard Spite, an illusionist of The Citadel. When he chose his name cloak, it was not due to his feelings towards the world around him in the current, but more so to how he wanted to feel eventually. An illusionist of the Citadel has little use outside of psychological warfare. But at the core of an illusion is creativity. If you can't imagine what you want to create, then your illusions have no substance. A Minor Illusion is the most basic of cantrips, and really only used to clean up minor details that you don't need to bother with. But only an illusionists would include shading The Wizard Spite showed immense aptitude for learning and memorization. Being able to look at a page of incantations and see it clearly in his mind caused him to get noticed quickly. Passing the required tests, he began tracks to become a wizard. Though it was often noted that he would take notes on the Faunaloges more than the magic theory. His notebooks contained writings and minor sketches of people and objects. Their movements and idiosyncrasies, the clothes and light. Spite assumed he had to be a wizard. It's something people of Citadel aspired to, and what his parents recommended to him. If he is able to, then he should. He didn't know what else he wanted to be either. So becoming a Wizard felt right. When it came time for him to pick a specialization and track, he tried for Conjuration. He hoped that conjuring things would allow him to gain a better understanding of the mechanics of physiology. Though the magical theory around Conjuration ended up not being for him, and he was transferred over to an Illusionist track, one not sought out by many.

An illusionist has two goals when they are casting their spells. 1) To Deceive, Distract, and/or Entertain their target(s). 2) To Study, Analyze, and Observe their Target(s). An illusion's effectiveness increases with knowledge of the target.

Spite knew how to watch people, when he was with his friends he found his mind wandering to how their mouths moved as they spoke, or how eyes move. Those subtle differences in how people react to things is what Spite was best at. In the year he would get his Name Cloak, he initially was going to become The Wizard Scrutinize. Though he then found out exactly what Illusionist do in and outside the Citadel. Fear is a powerful tool, and is held in the Empire's hand. Not often are they called upon to do so, but sometimes a Wizard that has stepped to far out of line needs to have zipped lips. Enchanters and their abilities to Modify memories can only last so long. But the image of their world burning around them lasts forever. He accidentally found this information out, though he wasn't as shaken as he might've thought he would be. After all, this is what he has been trained to do so far, and more yet to come. He knew this was right, wizards are defined by their secrets. If the Citadel let all Wizards and Soldiers speak so freely, then how quickly might everything crumble? When he stood their and chose Spite as his Name Cloak, the meaning was not directed at the world around him, but at the person he would become. Hatred directed towards his future self for what he will do for his Empire. The Wizard Spite lives alone, a man known for his bitterness more than anything else. Once a great artist and entertainer in his 20's, now a drained and bleak individual in his 50's.

[vacationsthroughcolor]

Through the Door

As if to block the view of the others, one figure stepped forward. Slow yet purposeful, seeming to grow taller and broader with every step. Long fingers of bark and branch became claws of ice, sharp as razors, and a heart of frost in the creature's trunk hardened into shards so clear they could have been glass, framed by the bristling redwood needles that covered their form. 

A crackle from the creature behind brought the first to a halt. The momentary stillness allowed Viewer to get a better look at what they thought had been a small ursine beast. Instead the hand that came to rest on the shoulder of the redwood, Viewer could have sworn it was a paw a moment before, was attached to a body of intertwined hawthorn and hemlock, housing a heart of glowing ember. The blooms eternally flowering, and then feeding the flame within. Their glowing form mirrored that of the first, which mirrored Viewer’s own. 

The final two stayed back and still. Hovering, Viewer realized, a few inches from the ground. At a distance, one appeared to be held aloft by wings of bone draped with lichen and moss, which matched the dual rows of horns cresting their head and disappearing, presumably, down their back. Their body was composed of a mycorrhizal-like matrix so thick that it seemed to block out their heart entirely. The other’s form was a hoard of stone and completely hollow, smaller in stature than the others, with a tail of river rounded pebbles playing around its ankles. A whistling noise seemed to emanate from its direction, which Viewer would have missed entirely had the first two not responded as if it had spoken. How it remained aloft was a mystery, with no wings in sight and a body that should have weighed an immense amount but moved as if it weighed nothing at all. 

Redwood rustled back and Ember popped once more, then fell silent. Saprophyte didn’t appear to say anything at all, a flash of a hand movement seemed to communicate their stance on the matter. What that matter was, Viewer could not say, although they hoped it involved not brandishing those frozen fingertips or floating boulders. As one, they all turned to look at Viewer again. A voice of loam and rest echoed in Viewer’s head. 

“Turn and be gone, blessed with your life” it said, although not in words, but rather through the evoked feeling of a final exhale, and Viewer somehow knew this was the voice of the fourth. 

But Viewer did not want to leave, although leave they should, and was frozen for a moment. But the smell of freshly turned earth and smoke filled their nostrils and they knew the choice was to turn and run or face whatever fate Redwood might have advocated for. So turn and run they did. And when they finally braved a look back, all that was left was a shaft of sunlight.

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wwwo oc/ wizard-sona : The Wizard Sorrow

Divination wizard, apprentice to the the Wizard Sight in the Seer's Office of Oracular visions and prophecies.

Tired phd candidate in prophecies of the third reformation of the empire + very irritated lecturer to the undergrad school of divination, they are frequently found smoking in the wizard parking lot after consultation hours.

(idk how my initial vision for a wizard who holds the sorrow of the fall of civilizations aeons in the future turned into a hassled postgrad student but here we are)

[geezmarty]

ooo what inspired your tav design? like did you go in with a specific character in mind, or did it come from playing around with the character maker?

Oh boy ok. You’re about to find out just how insane I get over RPG character creation. “marty you don’t have to disclose it” I can’t believe you guys are forcing me to do this.

SO, I actually started bg3 with another character entirely, a ghityanki bard, which I thought would be fun and for a bit it was! But I wasn’t feeling crazy about her and when I play an RPG I love to turn my PC into a proper OC I can be obsessed with, so I restarted the game and before I went to character creation I literally sat down with a sketchbook and started brainstorming.

I wanted my pc to have an aesthetic of her own separate from the main companions but I also wanted her to blend in with the rest of the cast, I went for dark urge bc I heard that it gives you a personal quest and I landed for half drow and wild magic sorcerer, which is another class no major companion has (and also, I’ve always wanted to play wild magic even in regular dnd and this was a nice excuse to!)

Her aesthetic pretty much came up as I was sketching her and thinking about all the info above, what could set her apart but still feel like she could blend in? And most importantly, what would be fun for ME to draw? And so I went for witchy goth woman and luckily the design I sketched was very easy to reproduce in the character creator - and the rest came up organically as I drew more of her.

(I also named her after my very first dnd character Brigha, a half orc warlock, and it’s only after I finalized her design that I realized I’d borrowed some elements from hers eheh)

Witch goth was especially fun to play with bc I feel like most companions have a goth vibe about them but we’re missing the mean, spooky, feminine witch archetype (yes, morrigan from dao was part of the inspiration I love my wife <3). You could argue that Gale sort of fills the witch role already but I feel like they stand very nicely at opposite ends of the witch spectrum which is also fun considering their wizard-sorcerer one sided animosity.

[nohomie]

Hello Nomie!

First of all big fan of your artstyle. Love the hunter vs hunted concept. Question if we had Welcome home oc's are we allowed to draw versions of them in your au's?

Sure! I dont really mind if you draw your ocs in this au

If you need like a general idea of the world Hunter vs. Hunted au, basically three things:

1. The whole idea is that there are the Mythics (peeps who can use magic naturally, like fae, mermaids, etc) and the Humans (peeps who arent born with magic but can learn to use magic through other means, say witches, or wizards)

2. Hunters Association is an international organization that deal with crimes made by Mythics and the like

3. Vampires are a threat and they aren't allowed to comingle with the general public. If you find a vampire, the vampire is killed or detained

Oh! As for the time its set in, honestly there isnt one, its like vague 1930s and theres futuristic elements, but you can really just go wild with it tbh

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 “𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄” 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

❝ Charlie Fairweather had been following Newt Scamander since the two of them were eleven years old. Every since they had met on the train to their first year at Hogwarts and Newt had spent the majority of the ride rambling to Charlie about different magical creatures, the two Hufflepuffs had been attached at the hip, one rarely ever seen without the other. They had partnered up for every class assignment, gone to detention together because they always managed to get in trouble together, and supported each other through various romantic turmoils, such as when Newt had had his heart broken by Leta Lestrange and Charlie had found her fourth-year boyfriend snogging the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain in an empty classroom.

Charlie had even followed Newt out of Hogwarts, though that had come sooner than either of them had expected. When Newt had been expelled from Hogwarts after an unfortunate incident with one of the creatures he collected, Charlie hadn’t hesitated to quit school completely and head out travelling with him, no matter how much her parents and teachers tried to warn her against it. This was Newt, after all, her dearest friend in the world, the only boy who’d ever truly seen her - how could she not follow wherever he lead, especially if it meant getting to study the magical beasts he’d gotten her to share in his love of?

Now, more than a decade after they first left Hogwarts, Charlie is still following Newt all over the world, seeking out and rescuing every magical creature they can find, working on the book Newt had first had the idea for in their school days, and acting as another parent to the small army of creatures hidden in the world of Newt’s enchanted case. It’s a nomadic, often chaotic existence, but Charlie wouldn’t trade it for anything when it means getting to spend her time in the company of beautiful magical beasts and the man she has come to love as so much more than a friend… and then they make their way to New York City, where they almost immediately clash with a determined ex-Auror and a rather unique Muggle with a passion for baking, and the creatures from Newt’s case wind up breaking free and causing havoc all over the city.

Made to team up with the (rather beautiful) ex-Auror, the (rather endearing) Muggle, and the ex-Auror’s (rather fascinating) sister, Newt and Charlie suddenly find themselves on a wild adventure to get their creatures back, while also being thrust into an investigation involving a tortured young man and the fervent witch-hunting group that has raised him. It’s certainly the maddest ride Charlie has been on in all her years of knowing Newt, but again, she can’t bring herself to regret it - because come Hell, high water, or near-execution by the American wizarding government, she will still follow Newt Scamander (and now, possibly, one Tina Goldstein) anywhere. ❞

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[embraceweird]

The Wizard, The Witch, and The Wild One: Then and Now

It's been a week since the regularly scheduled fireside but the WBN hiatus is already hitting hard

I've re-listened to all of the children's adventure (again)

I've started re-listening to the entire campaign

I've made a new wizard of the citadel oc (so excited for the subclass to drop!!)

I've spent wayyyy to much time painting fanart

And I wouldn't have it any other way!!! 1 year of WBN and I'm so stoked for many more !!