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Oc blog, not tied to VALVE or TF2. Leave this blog alone Tumblr dont be stupid. Dorian is a medic who injected himself with seagull DNA. It was supposed to be dove but he made a mistake in gathering the DNA. Dorian is intended to be a version of the RED medic by the way.
I will not always draw the answer to question with a drawing to accompany it but I will almost always answer in character (Which looks like this, narration/action or "saying thing")
I will be an awkward weirdo when sending in character asks and I do deeply apologize! Rp starters are hard to come up with
Roleplay is welcome! I encourage it! Also I will not be consistent about wether or not I write an accent so sorry about that. Shipping is a-okay. No mediscout/blunt trauma shipping, Dorian feel paternal toward Scouts. My nsfw policy
[There was a figure above, flying peacefully with spaced out wing flapping. An angel? No, surely no angel would be shaped like Medic. He seemed to be carrying something. Either that or his arms were just resting in a weird position. It was quite a ways away from the RED base, maybe he's lost..]
(( @avian-malpractice ))
//SORRY I DIDNT SEE TS BEFORE I DID THE OPEN RP THING LOL
Karma looked up, debating whether he should aurafarm with his wings and go up there, or if he should just be normal and float there. He decided, ultimately, that he would teleport up to the level they were at above the ground, then float alongside them. Sue him, he was nosey! Oh, and he wanted to be of assistance, obviously. It's the one thing he was told to do by god. As soon as he teleported up to where the person was at, he felt himself grow damp from the water vapor. He shivered, then quickly started floating alongside him. Karma waved happily at the Medic, clearly curious. Karma was (atleast he hoped) well known around freaks, enough for it to be known all he really did was either bring justice or help others.
"Hello! Do you need help?!"
Karma called out loudly, attempting to be heard over the howls of the wind. He was pretty used to the rush and loudness of flying by now, so he didn't react much to the level of noise. He grinned, eyes wide, the smile not really reaching his eyes.
(as per usual, LMAO, he smiles like he doesnt know how to)
[Dorian faltered slightly, startled by the sight of a floating soldier. He was quick to regain his balance, giving an extra flap for stability. Now that Karma was closer he could see the hybrid was in fact not holding anything]
"Hallo.. I er.. vell help couldn't hurt. I'm looking for a particular plant. It's highly poisonous but vith treating it can be medicinal. I forget zhe name but it grows around Willow trees"
"Oh, Come land! I can spawn you some." Karma's wrinkles showed heavily when he yelled, the muscles in his neck slightly bulging from how loud he had to yell to be heard.
"Or, wait."
Dorian's vision went white before he was suddenly on the ground. Karma was visibly unphased, though looked flushed and wind bitten.
[He stumbled, blinking several times. His head whipped around as he surveyed his new surroundings. Dorian shifted on his weight, his wings settling against his back]
"What zhe hell.? Oh jolly joy, magic... Vhat did.? I didn't catch your name"
"The Karma Soldier!" Karma held out a rough, textured hand for Dorian to shake. He had well groomed hands, though there were obvious scars beneath the various rings and other such decor. He had slight staining on the palm of his hand, smudged beyond readability. It seemed to be a list, or maybe a doodle, though it was too smudged to decipher. Clearly, it was written with an early pen, with how it shimmered slightly in the light. The ink highlighted the various grooves, notches, and wear on his hand, the lines and texture on his palm deep and clearly rough. There was very minimal (yet still there) sweat curving with the texture of his palm, slightly glistening like glitter does.
"..You don't have to use the 'The' or 'Soldier' part, by the way. I don't mind what I'm called."
[Dorian shook Karma's hand politely. His hand was smooth with a subtle roughness, the webbing between his fingers barely noticeably with them mostly resting against each other]
"Karma hm? My pleasure, I'm Dorian Ludvig"
[He withdrew his hand and reached up to smooth down the downy feathers along his neck. It seemed to be an unconscious gesture of self-soothing]
Karma's eyes slightly lingered on Dorian's feathers, seeming to momentarily be in thought.
"How do you balance yourself or just live with wings?" Karma glanced at Dorian's face, "They're very odd to have out."
Karma didn't visibly seem avian, not at all. Certainly rude for a non avian to say that-- it would be understandable if he was an avian, though he visibly looked entirely human-- besides the halo.
"My wings are beautiful wonders of the capabilities of science"
[Dorian pridefully spread his wings to fully show them off, either not catching or ignoring the slight under tone of almost hostile wonder]
"Besides I've had zhem for years at zhis point, I've simply adapted. It's not always easy being a hybrid but I certainly wouldn’t go back to being a normal human being"
Karma inquired, clearly forgetting he (visibly) had zero wings. Thick padded fingers came up to scratch his chin, eyes trained on the ground near Dorian's shoes.
"I struggle staying upright with them out without floating or defying gravity."
Karma paused, noticing he had those herbs Dorian was looking for still cradled in his offhand. He held them out, staring at Dorian like a dead fish-- just with its mouth shut.
[Dorian took the herbs almost delicately, his talons barely grazing Karma in the process. He tilted his head, giving Karma an odd look as his wings returned to being neatly folded against his back]
"You have wings? And what do you mean you struggle to stay upright? They are limbs, essentially just extra arms"
[There was a figure above, flying peacefully with spaced out wing flapping. An angel? No, surely no angel would be shaped like Medic. He seemed to be carrying something. Either that or his arms were just resting in a weird position. It was quite a ways away from the RED base, maybe he's lost..]
(( @avian-malpractice ))
//SORRY I DIDNT SEE TS BEFORE I DID THE OPEN RP THING LOL
Karma looked up, debating whether he should aurafarm with his wings and go up there, or if he should just be normal and float there. He decided, ultimately, that he would teleport up to the level they were at above the ground, then float alongside them. Sue him, he was nosey! Oh, and he wanted to be of assistance, obviously. It's the one thing he was told to do by god. As soon as he teleported up to where the person was at, he felt himself grow damp from the water vapor. He shivered, then quickly started floating alongside him. Karma waved happily at the Medic, clearly curious. Karma was (atleast he hoped) well known around freaks, enough for it to be known all he really did was either bring justice or help others.
"Hello! Do you need help?!"
Karma called out loudly, attempting to be heard over the howls of the wind. He was pretty used to the rush and loudness of flying by now, so he didn't react much to the level of noise. He grinned, eyes wide, the smile not really reaching his eyes.
(as per usual, LMAO, he smiles like he doesnt know how to)
[Dorian faltered slightly, startled by the sight of a floating soldier. He was quick to regain his balance, giving an extra flap for stability. Now that Karma was closer he could see the hybrid was in fact not holding anything]
"Hallo.. I er.. vell help couldn't hurt. I'm looking for a particular plant. It's highly poisonous but vith treating it can be medicinal. I forget zhe name but it grows around Willow trees"
"Oh, Come land! I can spawn you some." Karma's wrinkles showed heavily when he yelled, the muscles in his neck slightly bulging from how loud he had to yell to be heard.
"Or, wait."
Dorian's vision went white before he was suddenly on the ground. Karma was visibly unphased, though looked flushed and wind bitten.
[He stumbled, blinking several times. His head whipped around as he surveyed his new surroundings. Dorian shifted on his weight, his wings settling against his back]
"What zhe hell.? Oh jolly joy, magic... Vhat did.? I didn't catch your name"
"The Karma Soldier!" Karma held out a rough, textured hand for Dorian to shake. He had well groomed hands, though there were obvious scars beneath the various rings and other such decor. He had slight staining on the palm of his hand, smudged beyond readability. It seemed to be a list, or maybe a doodle, though it was too smudged to decipher. Clearly, it was written with an early pen, with how it shimmered slightly in the light. The ink highlighted the various grooves, notches, and wear on his hand, the lines and texture on his palm deep and clearly rough. There was very minimal (yet still there) sweat curving with the texture of his palm, slightly glistening like glitter does.
"..You don't have to use the 'The' or 'Soldier' part, by the way. I don't mind what I'm called."
[Dorian shook Karma's hand politely. His hand was smooth with a subtle roughness, the webbing between his fingers barely noticeably with them mostly resting against each other]
"Karma hm? My pleasure, I'm Dorian Ludvig"
[He withdrew his hand and reached up to smooth down the downy feathers along his neck. It seemed to be an unconscious gesture of self-soothing]
Karma's eyes slightly lingered on Dorian's feathers, seeming to momentarily be in thought.
"How do you balance yourself or just live with wings?" Karma glanced at Dorian's face, "They're very odd to have out."
Karma didn't visibly seem avian, not at all. Certainly rude for a non avian to say that-- it would be understandable if he was an avian, though he visibly looked entirely human-- besides the halo.
"My wings are beautiful wonders of the capabilities of science"
[Dorian pridefully spread his wings to fully show them off, either not catching or ignoring the slight under tone of almost hostile wonder]
"Besides I've had zhem for years at zhis point, I've simply adapted. It's not always easy being a hybrid but I certainly wouldn’t go back to being a normal human being"
[There was a figure above, flying peacefully with spaced out wing flapping. An angel? No, surely no angel would be shaped like Medic. He seemed to be carrying something. Either that or his arms were just resting in a weird position. It was quite a ways away from the RED base, maybe he's lost..]
(( @avian-malpractice ))
//SORRY I DIDNT SEE TS BEFORE I DID THE OPEN RP THING LOL
Karma looked up, debating whether he should aurafarm with his wings and go up there, or if he should just be normal and float there. He decided, ultimately, that he would teleport up to the level they were at above the ground, then float alongside them. Sue him, he was nosey! Oh, and he wanted to be of assistance, obviously. It's the one thing he was told to do by god. As soon as he teleported up to where the person was at, he felt himself grow damp from the water vapor. He shivered, then quickly started floating alongside him. Karma waved happily at the Medic, clearly curious. Karma was (atleast he hoped) well known around freaks, enough for it to be known all he really did was either bring justice or help others.
"Hello! Do you need help?!"
Karma called out loudly, attempting to be heard over the howls of the wind. He was pretty used to the rush and loudness of flying by now, so he didn't react much to the level of noise. He grinned, eyes wide, the smile not really reaching his eyes.
(as per usual, LMAO, he smiles like he doesnt know how to)
[Dorian faltered slightly, startled by the sight of a floating soldier. He was quick to regain his balance, giving an extra flap for stability. Now that Karma was closer he could see the hybrid was in fact not holding anything]
"Hallo.. I er.. vell help couldn't hurt. I'm looking for a particular plant. It's highly poisonous but vith treating it can be medicinal. I forget zhe name but it grows around Willow trees"
"Oh, Come land! I can spawn you some." Karma's wrinkles showed heavily when he yelled, the muscles in his neck slightly bulging from how loud he had to yell to be heard.
"Or, wait."
Dorian's vision went white before he was suddenly on the ground. Karma was visibly unphased, though looked flushed and wind bitten.
[He stumbled, blinking several times. His head whipped around as he surveyed his new surroundings. Dorian shifted on his weight, his wings settling against his back]
"What zhe hell.? Oh jolly joy, magic... Vhat did.? I didn't catch your name"
"The Karma Soldier!" Karma held out a rough, textured hand for Dorian to shake. He had well groomed hands, though there were obvious scars beneath the various rings and other such decor. He had slight staining on the palm of his hand, smudged beyond readability. It seemed to be a list, or maybe a doodle, though it was too smudged to decipher. Clearly, it was written with an early pen, with how it shimmered slightly in the light. The ink highlighted the various grooves, notches, and wear on his hand, the lines and texture on his palm deep and clearly rough. There was very minimal (yet still there) sweat curving with the texture of his palm, slightly glistening like glitter does.
"..You don't have to use the 'The' or 'Soldier' part, by the way. I don't mind what I'm called."
[Dorian shook Karma's hand politely. His hand was smooth with a subtle roughness, the webbing between his fingers barely noticeably with them mostly resting against each other]
"Karma hm? My pleasure, I'm Dorian Ludvig"
[He withdrew his hand and reached up to smooth down the downy feathers along his neck. It seemed to be an unconscious gesture of self-soothing]
[There was a figure above, flying peacefully with spaced out wing flapping. An angel? No, surely no angel would be shaped like Medic. He seemed to be carrying something. Either that or his arms were just resting in a weird position. It was quite a ways away from the RED base, maybe he's lost..]
(( @avian-malpractice ))
//SORRY I DIDNT SEE TS BEFORE I DID THE OPEN RP THING LOL
Karma looked up, debating whether he should aurafarm with his wings and go up there, or if he should just be normal and float there. He decided, ultimately, that he would teleport up to the level they were at above the ground, then float alongside them. Sue him, he was nosey! Oh, and he wanted to be of assistance, obviously. It's the one thing he was told to do by god. As soon as he teleported up to where the person was at, he felt himself grow damp from the water vapor. He shivered, then quickly started floating alongside him. Karma waved happily at the Medic, clearly curious. Karma was (atleast he hoped) well known around freaks, enough for it to be known all he really did was either bring justice or help others.
"Hello! Do you need help?!"
Karma called out loudly, attempting to be heard over the howls of the wind. He was pretty used to the rush and loudness of flying by now, so he didn't react much to the level of noise. He grinned, eyes wide, the smile not really reaching his eyes.
(as per usual, LMAO, he smiles like he doesnt know how to)
[Dorian faltered slightly, startled by the sight of a floating soldier. He was quick to regain his balance, giving an extra flap for stability. Now that Karma was closer he could see the hybrid was in fact not holding anything]
"Hallo.. I er.. vell help couldn't hurt. I'm looking for a particular plant. It's highly poisonous but vith treating it can be medicinal. I forget zhe name but it grows around Willow trees"
"Oh, Come land! I can spawn you some." Karma's wrinkles showed heavily when he yelled, the muscles in his neck slightly bulging from how loud he had to yell to be heard.
"Or, wait."
Dorian's vision went white before he was suddenly on the ground. Karma was visibly unphased, though looked flushed and wind bitten.
[He stumbled, blinking several times. His head whipped around as he surveyed his new surroundings. Dorian shifted on his weight, his wings settling against his back]
"What zhe hell.? Oh jolly joy, magic... Vhat did.? I didn't catch your name"
[There was a figure above, flying peacefully with spaced out wing flapping. An angel? No, surely no angel would be shaped like Medic. He seemed to be carrying something. Either that or his arms were just resting in a weird position. It was quite a ways away from the RED base, maybe he's lost..]
(( @avian-malpractice ))
//SORRY I DIDNT SEE TS BEFORE I DID THE OPEN RP THING LOL
Karma looked up, debating whether he should aurafarm with his wings and go up there, or if he should just be normal and float there. He decided, ultimately, that he would teleport up to the level they were at above the ground, then float alongside them. Sue him, he was nosey! Oh, and he wanted to be of assistance, obviously. It's the one thing he was told to do by god. As soon as he teleported up to where the person was at, he felt himself grow damp from the water vapor. He shivered, then quickly started floating alongside him. Karma waved happily at the Medic, clearly curious. Karma was (atleast he hoped) well known around freaks, enough for it to be known all he really did was either bring justice or help others.
"Hello! Do you need help?!"
Karma called out loudly, attempting to be heard over the howls of the wind. He was pretty used to the rush and loudness of flying by now, so he didn't react much to the level of noise. He grinned, eyes wide, the smile not really reaching his eyes.
(as per usual, LMAO, he smiles like he doesnt know how to)
[Dorian faltered slightly, startled by the sight of a floating soldier. He was quick to regain his balance, giving an extra flap for stability. Now that Karma was closer he could see the hybrid was in fact not holding anything]
"Hallo.. I er.. vell help couldn't hurt. I'm looking for a particular plant. It's highly poisonous but vith treating it can be medicinal. I forget zhe name but it grows around Willow trees"
This is a roleplay blog for my personal oc, Princeton Moxibleed, or as he is most commonly known as, Sir Prince. Please keep in mind that Prince is non binary and uses neutral or masculine pronouns
A blunt and often apathetic worm on a string with an (mild) obsession over poisons. They work as a wandering mercenary and detective but prefer doing detective work. He has quite the reputation resulting in strangers fearing and respecting it in equal measure
"In character dialog looks like this"
/《 In character action or narration looks like this 》\
Violence and shipping are a-okay as are fandom oc or canons! Prince is an adult so keep that in mind for shipping. Suggestive is fine but keep nsfw in dms (or fade to black), thank you. 15+ for interactions, please. I am willing to be lenient but please please respect this boundar..
¤《《 Long winded, Angst, Depictions of self-harm, Potential ooc Polite Spy & Soldier, Poly relationship, Comfort 》》¤
Dorian had just finished patching up Pyro and ushered him out. A splintering headache was blooming behind his orange eyes. Old guilt was climbing up his throat like bile. The smell of blood usually didn't bother him so much but something was off today. All morning the hybrid had been seeing glimpses of the amorphous creatures from Hell. They seemed more aggressive in their haunting.
You're thinking of them. Your new partners. You don't deserve them. They would be better off without you. Come home already, Doctor
"It is no home of mine down there," Dorian snapped without turning to face the source of the voice. It wasn't truly a voice, more of an echo. Nobody else would hear it. Yet he still responded aloud.
Come home, they repeated without regard for what he just said. Dorian finally whipped around. The creatures had shifted into a vague resemblance of both Soldier and the Polite Spy. His breath hitched sharply. They look at you with such warmth. Would they still be so warm if they truly knew you? Would they still love you if they knew the lives you've taken?
The echos grew louder and started overlapping. It was like a pond with too many ripples. Dorian shouted. Not any words, no, just a distressed loud cry. One could even call it a yelp. He tore a glove off and tossed it aside haphazardly. His teeth sank into his hand. The echos stopped as pain shot through his being.
He relaxed his jaw, pulling his hand back to inspect the damage. There were faint teeth marks.
But his lungs were still working overtime from panic. The hybrid rushed to lock the door to his office. He tore off the other glove. His coat and shirt came next. Dorian locked his bedroom door next.
He reached behind himself, his fingertips tracing the faded scars under his feathers. They were from when his wings were growing in. He had clawed at himself to distract from the pain of the growth.
Dorian clamped his eyes shut to brace himself. He dug his claws into himself, hissing through his teeth. He dragged his hands down over the scars. He knew he drew blood before it started trickling down his lower back.
Tears pricked his eyes but he repeated the motion several times. He had even reached for his shoulder blades. When Dorian opened his eyes, letting his hands drop, his claws stained with his own blood.
+ + +
Soldier hadn't seen Dorian in at least a week. Dorian was never gone for long without a good reason. But his office door had been locked the whole time. It was concerning.
Polite Spy had visited, sneaking into the RED base under the cover of dusk darkness. Solly was quick to find him.
"FLOWERS! FLOWERS! FLOWERS!! IT'S A HORRIBLE AWFUL TIME. FRITZ IS MISSING!" Soldier shouted with a terrifyingly wavering tone. Polite blinked owlishly as he processed the sudden information. Dorian was missing? That hardly sounded like him.
Polite took Solly's hand and squeezed gently.
"Calm down my dear. What do you mean he's missing?"
"HE'S MISSING! I HAVENT SEEN HIM IN A WHOLE ASS WEEK! HIS DOOR IS LOCKED!"
"Locked? That's concerning. Let's go check on our handsome birdie, oui?"
Together the two men went to the medical bay. Sure enough the door to Dorian's office was locked. The Polite Spy made quick work of picking the lock.
The clinic was quiet. Eerily quiet. Solly and Polite exchanged a look of concern. For the first time Polite had ever seen, Soldier threw his helmet aside. It thunked against one of the cots. He slammed his shoulder into the door to Dorian's person room.
His room smelled like blood. It was a heavy, cloying scent. Polite rushed forward to stand by Soldier's side. Dorian was face down on his bed. Blood, both fresh and dried caked the feathers running up his back. The marks were clearly self-inflicted, deep cuts that could only have cone from claws.
Polite and Solly rushed to Dorian's side. Polite gently planted a hand on his shoulder, grabbing his attention.
"My sweet birdie.. What happened?"
"FRITZ YOU ARE BLOODY. WE WILL PATCH YOU UP LIKE YOU HAVE ALWAYS HELPED A TRUE AMERICAN LIKE MYSELF!"
Dorian stared at them as if they had suddenly started speaking a lost language. They were both here, just for him. They were concerned about him. Deeply if Solly's lack of a helmet was anything to go by.
"I.. No.. it's fine... Zhis is what's best for everyone. You two can have your happy ending untainted"
He knew how it sounded. Dorian could hear those creatures laughing in his mind. They had won. He was echoing what they whisper to the faces of the men he thought he loved.
"Untainted? What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?" Polite snapped with disbelief. How could Dorian say something like that? Like he and Soldier didn't need him as much as they needed each other.
"I've done terrible zhings! I'm a fucking monster. I don't deserve either of you.."
Soldier shifted on his weight before grabbing Dorian's face and pulling him into a kiss. It was much gentler than one would think Soldier was even capable of. It was loving, comforting. The kind of kiss meant for reassurance.
"Fritz.. You are no monster. You might be a filthy commie eagle but you take perfect care of me always"
"It doesn't matter what you've done in the past Dorian. Whatever it is you clearly aren't like that anymore. Besides you do not get to make that choice for us. If there's a 'Good Ending' without both you and Solly then I do not want it," Polite chimed in firmly. He took a deep breath and took his yellow hat off, setting it off to the side. His hands then reached up toward his neck, thumbs hooking under the fabric of his mask before pulling it up and off. His luxurious blond hair was a mess.
His gaze softened and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Dorian's mouth.
"YOU ARE OUR THIRD FRITZ. NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT! HORRAH!"
"Solly is right, you know. Now let's get you cleaned up, oui? I don't want our pretty birdie to keep bleeding"
Both men kissed Dorian's cheeks, drawing out a breathless chuckle. He blushed deeply, not fighting them when they helped him up and nearly carried him to the bathroom. The creatures from Hell were surely screaming and protesting but Dorian couldn't hear them over the thumping of his own heart.
He happily stood sandwiched between Soldier and Polite in the shower. Soldier being Soldier had even stripped while they were walking the hybrid to the bathroom. The water turned on, taking a second to warm up. The water at their feet was stained a deep crimson as it flowed down Dorian's back. Polite delicately worked his fingers through Dorian's back feathers, massaging dried or clotted blood off of them.
Dorian realized this really was love. Polite and Solly hadn't ever pried into his past. He admitted to being a monster and Eve if he hadn't laid his sins out, here they were, helping him wash away his own blood.
"Three fucking times? Solly I vill lock you in my room and keep you zhere until midnight! Enough blowing yourself up! There are ropes and I am not afraid of using zhem"
"Three fucking times? Solly I vill lock you in my room and keep you zhere until midnight! Enough blowing yourself up! There are ropes and I am not afraid of using zhem"
(he/any) | i draw and post sometimes and probably interact with rp blogs on main. if you see me with (-🫀🪽) for Bonk and (- ☢️ ) for Scout Bastard, i am most likely roleplaying!
- He surprisingly likes Bonk, go give him some when you can!
- He flies, somehow. Very scary when you see him especially as he is a Battle Medic. When you encounter him, you make sure to be polite and not throw shit at him like piss jars (LOOKING AT YOU, SNIPERS.)
- He is different from the canon Medics (both BLU and RED)! You can tell by the hat he has. Despite being much more mild-mannered than your average Medic, he can be very trigger happy to decapitate people. He also suspiciously has access to a gun and other items usually reserved for a Scout, somehow. Not an average Medic. You wonder where his team even is.
