𝘼𝙘𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙩

fallout oc blog

[deliveredverses]

An INDEPENDENT portrayal of an ORIGINAL CHARACTER within the FALLOUT verse . written by bear

The moon had turned into  g o l d

the more i came to the thought , the more it made sense but this is a multiverse account ! i am so silly lol

Ace within any verse is someone who struggles with her own religious beliefs , but she still tries to help the people around her ( for good and for worst )

i am very new to the tumblr rp verse so bare with me as i learn how to navigate around here ! but introduction of myself , im Bear ! a 22y/o who thinks too much of my own ocs within different verses and self obsesses over it !

i am a pretty person so this blog is low activity but im always going to prio responses and asks !

[kaserved-deactivated20251111]

THE WORLD HAS MOVED ON

kaserved - an independent, selective roleplay blog for original and canon muses of fallout 4; headcanon based and heavily influenced by personal interpretation. written by Ceri (30+, she/they). contains mature themes; minors dni

[deliveredverses]

the valleys heat is no joke , she might have to give up a few layers to even survive the heat

[hallowed-bones]

[cluster-ayyy]

these texture packs are getting too realistic.

[deliveredverses]

wanted a better sense of what ace looks like with her normal day to day fits ! trying to draw more to hopefully get comfortable with digital again

[thedaughterofzion]

𓆩☽𓆪

// SURVIVAL LOG: SUBJECT “EDEN” //

Location: Zion Canyon – Inner Wilds

Age Estimate: Early to mid 20s

Status: Alive. Solitary. Unclaimed.

Known Aliases: Valley’s Daughter. The Ghost with the Bear Cubs. Kin of the Dead.

𓆩𐂷𓆪

⟁ Observations

Forages near salt cliffs at dawn. Returns inland before heatrise.

Sleeps off ground. Never twice in the same shadow.

Accompanied by two yao guai cubs — loyal, unnaturally calm.

Face paint varies: bone-white for mourning, red ochre for battle.

Bears ancestral tools: obsidian blade, weathered bow, flint charms.

No tribal markings. No faith but earth and silence.

𓆩𖤐𓆪

⟁ Behavior Notes

She walks as if the land itself makes way for her.

Carries no map. Follows no stars. And yet never lost.

Locals leave offerings: dried roots, broken teeth, stones with blood on them.

Some call her a protector. Others—an omen.

No one calls her friend.

The cubs do not growl unless they mean it.

𓆩𖡎𓆪

⟁ Cautions

Do not follow.

Do not speak unless spoken to.

Do not touch the cubs.

If she stares — bow your head, and leave something behind.

𓆩⟁𓆪

She is not a myth.

She is the reason myths are remembered.