#the Magnus archives fan oc

[t0tally-n0t-3m0]

TMA Oc character notes-- Perseus Desdemona Gregoria

Yeah I made a TMA Oc so sue me

How well do they remember their childhood?

They remember small bits and pieces of it. Their father passed out drunk at the kitchen table. His refusal to acknowledge them. He barely looked at them, but when he did there was this profound sadness and hatred in his eyes. The sadness was because they looked like their mother, the hatred was because they killed their mother. He hated them simply for being born.

They remember having an undying thirst for knowledge. They would try to learn anything about everything.

They remember spending nights outside staring at the stars. They remember taking many hobbies, piano, violin, Cello, painting. Just so their dad would be proud of them. It never worked.

They remember realising they were non-binary. They cried so hard, for so long. It was a terrible realisation. 

They remember choosing their name, “Persus”; it sounded right. It fits them. “Percy” was the name they would’ve been given had they been born a boy. 

They remember being alone during primary and middle school. They didn’t have any friends. They would read, alone, in some isolated corner. Their peers didn’t like them. Was it because they were autistic? Because of their ADD? Their OCD? They weren’t even diagnosed back then. Could they see into their head and see their disturbing intrusive thoughts? The ones about hurting people, hurting themself? Or are they just meant to be alone?

What is in their fridge?

Energy drinks, ice cream, easy-to-make foods. Leftovers from when Juliet saw how desolate and barren their fridge was and started sending them home with home cooked meals.

Do they use any nicknames?

When they were still Desdemona they would often go by ‘Mona’, or ‘Dez’ with friends and teachers. Most people now just call them ‘Percy’, Tim calls them ‘Perc’ or ‘Purse’ because he thinks it's funny. Percy doesn’t mind, though.

What’s the first thing someone would see when looking at them?

Their eccentric taste in clothing. It's all either self-made or thrifted. Or they ‘borrowed’ it from one of their friends.

How do they respond to touch? 

If its unexpected they'll flinch. If its an unexpected hug their heart will begin to race.

How do they smell?

Cigarettes and wet pavement. No particular reason I just feel like it fits their vibe.

Clean or messy?

Messy. Percy enjoys chaos. They prefer it, actually. Everything has a place in the chaos of their home and office. They can find everything and anything in there. Well, except for their glasses.

Tea or coffee?

Tea. They don’t like the bitterness of coffee. 

Fears?

Their greatest fear is to be known. Inside and out. They’re an observer. They are supposed to know not to be known.  (Average Eye avatar experience.)

Allergies?

None

Early bird or night owl?

Night Owl. They love staying out at night. They love looking at the stars. Unfortunately due to their job and London's light-pollution they rarely see them. 

Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert.

Relationship status?

Single 

Left handed or right handed?

Ambidextrous 

Superstitious?

Sort of? Their grandmother on their mum's side would often visit from Greece when they were a child. She gifted them a Mati (Evil Eye) necklace which they still wear to this day, more out of sentiment than belief but still, it comforts them. But that doesn’t mean they don’t have superstitions. They’ve never given someone a knife, especially their friends, they’ve never given someone perfume, they try to always have a piece of red on their outfit, and they spit to avoid bad luck (but also because of their smoking habit). 

Ticklish?

Yes, they hate it.

Can they cook/bake?

They can cook basic meals and can make bread from scratch but that's about it.

Weird talents? 

They’re ambidextrous, would that be considered a weird talent?

Actuel talents?

They play the violin and piano and they dabble in painting every once in a while. 

Learning disabilities?

Autism, OCD, ADHD, Pseudobulber affect

Physical disabilities?

Almost blind without their glasses. Which is unfortunate considering they are prone to losing them.

Collections 

They like collecting buttons, cool or pretty ones. They have jars of them. They also own twelve furbies that they bought off a guy from Facebook market place.

Pet Peeves?

When people touch or move their stuff. 

Luxury bath or quick shower?

Luxury bath. They need to relax.

Earbuds or headphones?

Headphones, preferably noise-cancelling ones.

Personality type? 

INTP

Star sign?

Gemini 

Year of the dog

Greatest strengths?

Wit and persuasion. And pure dumb luck.

Greatest weaknesses?Their stubborness and spite.

Pets

An albino rat named Phyllis. She's bigger than normal rats but the vets have assured Percy that it's nothing to worry about.

Favourite curse word

Shit

Favourite season

Autumn. Not too hot. Not too cold. Perfect for layering. 

Call or text?

Text

Favourite colour

They like all colours but are privy to burgundy, maroon and orange

Background/culture?

Their mum was Greek and their father was English. They grew up in England 

Who would they really like to hug?

Their mum

Who would they really like to punch?

Their dad, Elias Bouchard, their ex husband

Story behind their first kiss…

They were 16. Percy had just snuck out of their fathers house and was walking in the park at night with their best friend, Jasper. The pair sat on a bench and looked up at the stars, admiring them. When Percy turned to look at Jasper he was already looking at them, a soft smile on his lips. He leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on their lips. For that single moment, everything was okay.

Their last kiss…

It was the morning before Jasper was arrested. He had kissed them goodbye at the door. That afternoon Percy got a call from the local police that Jasper had been arrested on suspicion for multiple murders across London. They served him with divorce papers a week later. 

Age/birthday

33 as of the tma timeline (2015) 

June 8th 1985

Their scars/birthmarks/ect…

Faded self-harm scars on their thighs

The piece of clothing/jewellery they always wear…

The Mati necklace their grandmother gifted them as a child

[zivikel]

Hi guys look at my Magnus archives sona/avatar, The unknown

He has no name but people refer to it as Effigy

(More of his, the rumors of his existence, as “Effigy.” )

If you try to remember its face, you simply can’t

His face constantly shifts and changes and you can’t pinpoint the differences or his past face

He also causes hallucinations

And his stomach leads to a pocket dimension that causes you to dread something that doesn’t exist

He mainly takes form of a land creature but sometimes an airborn or an oceanic creature (Which I am yet to draw)

His body adapts to his environment as a creature that is hard to explain

Anyways, that’s all for now

By the way he’s really silly and thinks he’s beautiful (he’s insecure and has identity issues)

[offbrandhand]

Thought I was done? Nope!!!!

I was almost done bc this background made me want to kms

[crabbyhellfire]

Would y’all like to see my avatarsona in the good year of 2024?

[thesillypurplemonster]

People who aligned with the Spiral are doomed by the narrative

Jon made The Green Eyed Stare and ngl I don’t like how care free and whimsical Mike looks. LOOK MORE TORMENTED BY THE HORRORS.

[rhouxl]

Fractal Dreams

[TMA/OCs - ████ Vardi - he/they; Sybil May - she/it]

ID in alt.

Background

[lepidoptera-spirals]

"Come with me?"

Statement of Hallory Taller, regarding a person she met at a bus stop. Statement taken June 28th.

I want to preface I’ve never had hallucinations before this. I’m not on any medications, and I have a pretty clean medical history in terms of anything mental. I don’t know if what I saw was real, I only know that your.. institution is the only place that’ll somewhat believe me. I don’t know what she- it- they- what that person was, but I-

Right. From the beginning. Hold on.

I worked for a small company as a graphic designer when this took place. It was January 4, and I’d just been freed from a particularly unpleasant shift that day. There’d been a fight with my supervisor, I don’t want to get into details here..

Anyways, I usually take the bus home. I don’t live too far from the office, but it’s a quicker method than walking. The bus stop’s never crowded, and I’ve come to recognize the few people that take it. I couldn’t relay any of their names, of course, but I most of their faces are familiar to me. That day, the bus was- annoyingly- late, since it’s usually scheduled to show up at 19:05. So I waited, alone. None of the people I’ve come to recognize showed up that day, but it was none of my business to fret over it. I frankly didn’t care. I checked the time a couple times off my phone. It was about 19:15.

After not-too-long, a person walked up beside me. I’ve never seen her around the area, but the most likely assumption was that she was just new in town. I assumed she was here waiting for the bus. O-of course she was, that’s the point of a bus stop, but- I don’t know, something about her seemed.. wrong. She had orange hair, bright orange and the bottom half of her hair was very dark brown, and put up in a bun. Her clothes were casual, maybe a hawaiian shirt, I don’t remember. And I never really got a good look at her face, but oddly enough I do remember that she had long curly eyelashes, I can only describe as looking like a bug’s antenna.

I didn’t say anything to her when she first arrived, miffed as I was. But she turned to me, in an odd swift motion that made me feel dizzy, and asked where the bus was going. I didn’t hear her the first time, and she asked again. “Where is the bus going?”

I answered after the second time, Devon Street , and she looked.. no. No, I can’t.. I don’t think it was a smile. A butterfly landed on her face, even though I didn’t see it appear.

It was back to silence after that, thankfully. I just wanted the bus to get here quicker. Something about that stranger made me deeply uncomfortable, and the butterfly did. not. leave. I checked my phone again. A blurry, fluttering 19:15. Not a minute had passed. I felt dizzy. I stared at that screen for more than a minute, I know I did.. and it didn’t change.

"Is it late?” She asked me another question, which made me realize I was zoning out. I mumbled a half-assed response, and she shrugged. The motion was uncanny, like as she moved from one position to another, parts of her moved independently and rearranged to form the next. 19:15.

I think another 5 minutes of silence passed, as I compulsively checked my phone every 20 or so seconds. She didn’t talk or move- not in a way I recognized- standing beside me idly with an umbrella in her hand. I don’t remember her having that before, but I probably just didn’t realize until then. It was completely sunny out. Another butterfly landed on her shoulder. 19:15.

"Are you lost?” She asked after.. I don’t know how long, I lost track. It was still 19:15. No, of course not, I wanted to say, since I didn’t think I was. I’d always taken that bus. I’ve always used that bus stop. But it felt.. wrong, unfamiliar, now. A few butterflies landed on the sign beside me. She moved again, tilting her head in this taunting smile, with the same unnerving motion that nearly made me vomit. “Yes,” I told her.

She reached out a hand to me, and a butterfly landed on it. “Come with me?” Was her last question.

I reached.. to take her hand, but mine.. slipped through it. It wasn’t solid, no, a mass of butterflies mimicking the shape of a human hand. It fell apart in front of my eyes, into a dizzy swirl of confused insects, and I am not ashamed to admit that I screamed. She laughed, her mouth splitting open as the lepidoptera that made up her face fluttered to form a smile.

I abandoned that stupid bus stop, turning on my heel and booking it down the road. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get home. Away from that. That.. thing. Things. By the time I’d made it to my front door, tired, sweaty, a little nauseous, I checked my phone again. It was 19:16.

I don’t take the bus stop anymore. I’ve just been saying that it’s easier to walk home, that I need more exercise, but.. I’m worried I’ll meet that person again. I still see butterflies on the sign when I walk past it.

[STATEMENT ENDS]

[aevris]

more tma au stuff. ry's eyes are like that because he is no longer fully human, xan is just caucasian

[lvckyspyral]

We finished another illustration of one of our tma ocs for a personal project we're doing.

This is Edward (The Penance), a subject of the Slaughter and we included some writing from our expansion of the tma universe c:

[nem0-nee]

Statement of Lorreine Delos Santos, regarding a haunting dream from when she was younger. Statement given ██th of May, 20██.

Statement begins.

Reine, The Keen Eye

An intern providing information for various organizations, mainly to The Usher Foundation. Under the alias Khl0ros, they keep an eye on various websites, often on the lookout for distasteful individuals to terrorize and expose.

[ READ MORE for additional info ]

[ TRIVIA ]

aka shit I couldn't fit in

They're currently a 3rd year majoring BS in Statistics (nerdd /j)

In terms of personality, they're an INTJ.

Her DND alignment is Chaotic Neutral.

Surprisingly, they're really bad with technology. Shutting down your computer? Nahh just let it go on sleep mode!

They heavily dislike the head of The Magnus Insitute, going as far as referring to him as "Eliass Bitchard." When asked why, she refuses to elaborate.

She has at least one account running on every social media platform out there.

Their favorite site to use for "info gathering" is Facebook, since privacy doesn't exist in Zuckerberger's domain /j

Blackmailing is their specialty! They love seeing the look on people’s faces when she cites entries of their search history.

Reine loves to sleep, but that's frequently disturbed by her friend... who's an avatar of The Vast. He pulls a prank on her by making her feel like she's falling in her sleep,

Her left eye may or may not be missing...

[ BONUS DOODLES + FULL ILLUST ]

[ END OF ENTRY #074 ]

[siffrin-enthusiast]

and while you’re here feel free to give me any other suggestions too (physical characteristics, color scheme, personality, whatever)

[wildshadowtamer]

i think more fans need to revisit their source material sometimes. just. remind yourself of the actual character your talking about.

[crabbyhellfire]

hiii just found you. Very cool blog, very cool art. Can I request some more of your sona? I am unwell about tma ocs

Omg hiii!!! I didn’t see this I’m so sorry!! Thank u so much for requesting my sona!! I’m working on her(/my?) statement about becoming an avatar of the corruption!!

I also have two tma ocs that I don’t think I’ve ever posted on tumblr but all their lore (including where they fit into the timeline) is on my artfight (same username) 💚💚💚

Thanks so much for the ask 💚💚

[mirrrarts]

I really wish TMA AUs would be a common thing. Not like an au of TMA but using its setting as an au for a different fandom.

Instead of assigning a Hogwarts house or smth to a character we should assign them a fear god to serve

Bc using a setting from a specific fiction work feels like one of the highest compliments. And I feel like TMA deserves it

[rhouxl]

Regency & Aristocracy

[ TMA - Jonah Magnus - he/they; Lady Eleanor Bramley Magnus - she/it; @regency-and-aristocracy ]

Commissioned by @eepy-turtl - it was a joy to work with you!

ID in alt.