they're not /all/ chaotic

...but the majority definitely are. oc sideblog for @fanfeline currently open: lachol, isidore, vetrya, keli, tess, harper, jevra, elijah, phoenix, isabella, ravonwen. about

[chaotic-characters]

All right, here we go I guess

This will be an aesthetic blog / rp blog for my original characters

I will answer questions for/about:

Lachol (D&D chaos rogue, half-elf)

Isidore (D&D member with the braincells, golden dragonborn)

Keli (D&D lil angel, halfling)

Vetrya (D&D chaos bard, half-elf)

Tess (D&D salty bitch, halfling)

Harper (detective kiddo, screech owl [Strig race in Humblewood])

Tritta (engineering student and magic wielder, raccoon [Mapach race in Humblewood])

And in non-D&D:

Isabella (mad scientist, modern human)

Ravonwen (hunter/diplomat, Mirkwood elf)

Phoenix (singer/songwriter, modern human)

Elijah (traditional artist, modern human)

Uhhhhhhh yeah I don’t really know what I’m doing! Feel free to send asks about/to these guys! Whee?

[horse-is-a-horse-of-course]

[jester that just got kicked in the crotch] ah! my jesticles!

[horse-is-a-horse-of-course]

prithee, my lady, answer me honestly - is it the jingle of my jangle that draws your eyes?

[moejra]

[pommestudio]

I’m a mechanic Edward.

Я механик Эдуард.

[last-fast-naturalist]

Bullshit. He’s stealing the catalytic converter.

[half-doomed]

Switchblade 🔪 DBMK

[tag-oc]

tag the oc who is a billionaire

[chaotic-characters]

yo let the characters introduce themselves. let them speak.

Lachol gives you a lazy smile from her place at the bar, only half-paying attention to the knives spinning over her fingers. She arches an eyebrow as you approach, questioning and challenging you to speak.

Isidore is going over his books, cross-referencing and murmuring quietly to himself. His golden claws tap on a line, and he plucks a quill with the other hand to make a note, ink-stained scales unheeded. You stand in silence, trying to catch his eye through his focus. After a few moments of rustling paper, he notices your presence. Green eyes meet yours through round lenses, and he seems to be awaiting your query.

Vetrya perches on a railing, long fingers playing with the strings of his violin. He hums a few melodies as he tunes the instrument, and smirks to some unspoken thought. As he brushes a stray lock of black hair out of his eyes, he notices your presence and tenses slightly, then relaxes in the manner of a performer - languid and easy. 

Keli sits in the grass, white dress spread around her. She is picking wildflowers and weaving them together, and you can see a few decorations already planted into her dark frizzy curls. The dozens of crystals around her neck clink together as she moves, and you catch a glimpse of the largest, a chunk of rose quartz with black streaks through it like smoke. You clear your throat and she startles, whipping her head around and looking up at you with wide, scared brown eyes.

Harper is, as usual, in the marketplace, chatting amiably with some of the vendors. Eir wings are tucked neatly behind em, mottled feathers shining in the sun. You watch with a smile as Harper waves goodbye to the kindly rabbit woman behind the stall and turns into the center of the crowd. Ey notice you - a clear outlier among the crowd of Humblefolk - and ey tilt eir head, meeting your eyes with surprising determination for such a small and young creature.

Tritta doesn't notice you at all. She is headfirst in an engine, a complex-looking thing wrapped in coils of metal and glass that glow in strange and unnatural colors. Xyr ringed tail twitches as xe scrabbles in the depths of the machine, cursing in xyr rapid, chattering native tongue. Eventually she lets out a cry of success, and pulls herself out with an impressive show of force. Xyr whiskers are singed and xe is streaked with soot, but xe holds a still-smoking twist of metal aloft in triumph. Lifting her goggles to view her prize better, she catches sight of you standing in the corner of her workshop. Xe glares at you with sharp black eyes, and plants a small hand firmly on xyr hip.

So, what do you do?

[chaotic-characters]

yo let the characters introduce themselves. let them speak.

Lachol gives you a lazy smile from her place at the bar, only half-paying attention to the knives spinning over her fingers. She arches an eyebrow as you approach, questioning and challenging you to speak.

Isidore is going over his books, cross-referencing and murmuring quietly to himself. His golden claws tap on a line, and he plucks a quill with the other hand to make a note, ink-stained scales unheeded. You stand in silence, trying to catch his eye through his focus. After a few moments of rustling paper, he notices your presence. Green eyes meet yours through round lenses, and he seems to be awaiting your query.

Vetrya perches on a railing, long fingers playing with the strings of his violin. He hums a few melodies as he tunes the instrument, and smirks to some unspoken thought. As he brushes a stray lock of black hair out of his eyes, he notices your presence and tenses slightly, then relaxes in the manner of a performer - languid and easy. 

Keli sits in the grass, white dress spread around her. She is picking wildflowers and weaving them together, and you can see a few decorations already planted into her dark frizzy curls. The dozens of crystals around her neck clink together as she moves, and you catch a glimpse of the largest, a chunk of rose quartz with black streaks through it like smoke. You clear your throat and she startles, whipping her head around and looking up at you with wide, scared brown eyes.

Harper is, as usual, in the marketplace, chatting amiably with some of the vendors. Eir wings are tucked neatly behind em, mottled feathers shining in the sun. You watch with a smile as Harper waves goodbye to the kindly rabbit woman behind the stall and turns into the center of the crowd. Ey notice you - a clear outlier among the crowd of Humblefolk - and ey tilt eir head, meeting your eyes with surprising determination for such a small and young creature.

Tritta doesn't notice you at all. She is headfirst in an engine, a complex-looking thing wrapped in coils of metal and glass that glow in strange and unnatural colors. Xyr ringed tail twitches as xe scrabbles in the depths of the machine, cursing in xyr rapid, chattering native tongue. Eventually she lets out a cry of success, and pulls herself out with an impressive show of force. Xyr whiskers are singed and xe is streaked with soot, but xe holds a still-smoking twist of metal aloft in triumph. Lifting her goggles to view her prize better, she catches sight of you standing in the corner of her workshop. Xe glares at you with sharp black eyes, and plants a small hand firmly on xyr hip.

So, what do you do?

[chaotic-characters]

Hey! Come send questions to or about these idiots? I would love to talk for/about them, and I need a break from obsessively analyzing protein structures.

The pinned post at the top of the blog states characters, and it should be noted that I am much more fluent in the portrayal of my dnd characters.

If you send a question to them, you'll get a doodle of them in addition to their reply!

Should I make an in-character post introducing themselves or no?

[sunnydaledaily]

I just wanna sleep, yo, for like, a week.

[slayerdaily]

LNC: Faith Lehane Edition {buffy edition}

[valtsv]

inventing new d&d alignments just for fun

[valtsv]

bastard good

[valtsv]

funny evil

[valtsv]

just Fucked Up

[tag-oc]

tag the oc who talks about bad things so casually it makes everybody nervous

[tag-oc]

tag the oc who would result in the most discourse if your ocs had an extremely popular fandom on tumblr

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:

Send questions about yourself

Ask questions to/about your characters

Ask about your headcanons 

Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc) 

Ask about popular ships/headcanons

Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)

Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs

Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!

[prokopetz]

Artist: Hey, here’s my new OC! Have a detailed visual reference and 2500 words of meticulously plotted backstory!

Artist: *literally never draws them again*

[averiel]

artist: *posts art of OC*

[inkyxward]

8 of them are likes

[new-veqas-deactivated20180205]

the 3 reblogs are self reblogs

[chaotic-characters]

Lachol 📕Books or ⭐️Divinity?

She is a goddess of thieves, of mystery, of fleeing and freedom and the feminine night, of streetlights and silver and sharp-toothed smiles. People pray, sometimes, for luck, as they take a deep breath and feel a warm, long-nailed hand on their shoulder. Some pray for protection as they run into the dark, escaping the bloodshed behind them and wrapping themselves in a cloak of shadows. Some pray for vengeance, blood on their lips and the cool hilt of a jeweled dagger in their hand.

She’ll always answer. Whether it’s with a smile, a gift or a sudden, cold pain in your back, she’ll always answer a call.

It is known to never pray to Lachol, goddess of trickery and shadows, unless you are certain of her favor.

[chaotic-characters]

“i’m gonna eat your kneecaps!” for the “which character would say this meme”?

Vetrya, definitely. I was tempted to answer Lachol, but she’s more keen on stealing/breaking them. Vetrya would just smile widely, lean against the wall and calmly inform you that he is going to eat your kneecaps. You can’t tell if he’s kidding or not. His teeth are sharp.