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Hello! I am a gamer who loves to Play LOL and mk, my mains are Kai’sa and Sindel!

[lisadelise]

hii people!, @aliyaaaepel3 @lorabeyc @lor. My MK OC, i have LOL (league of legends) OC but today i’m going to talk about my Mk OC Eliena AKA the bloody witch.

Warnings:-depress, Hatred, Abuse and Bloody revenge.

“Evil is not born, its made and its so good” Eliena De-Vil ❍

Eliena was once an ordinary girl who goes to high school, She never had any Good or normal childhood, her parents are serial killers, extremely sociopaths. And a mercenaries too. And they are drunkards (drinking too much) 

Eliena hated her life so much, she even tried to suicide, but she always hears a voice stopping her from attempting suicide, everytime she thinks of suicide(her only escape or so she thought) the voice appears once again. 

However she didn’t, one time she disobeyed her father and he had beaten her to bloody pulp. She nearly died. But she couldn’t because she doesn’t know why. Her parents beat her, the students in school bully her. She is unloved as she thought. She still remembers that night she cried about her misery, life.

She escaped her home to run away in unknown place, there she fell on a portal that transformed her into a dark world (The underworld) not nether realm. 

She met a dark tall figure, he was faceless and Scary. And dark, She ran from it but he cornered her and finally talked to her.

“Ah! Thou art here!” The figure says, in a happy tone. 

“You….” She stuttered scaredly, she remembered his voice, the voice who always appears when she wants to suicide.

“Yes its i, thou poor unfortunate measly soul” he continues, as he cackles at her.

“Wh-what do you want!!” She said, as she finally had the courage to talk. 

“I said do thee want revenge?” The unknown figure repeated 

“Yes i want revenge, i want to kill those who harmed me, who builled me, who wronged me.. i want to kill them. Or enslave them. I want them to bend their knees before me until it crack!” She said, for the first time she talks with someone. And who even listens to her. This feeling… it’s happiness she thought. She feels she’s alive!

“Alright! But their souls will be mine! After all tis but a small payment for the power that i will give thee!”The figure replied 

“Not just my parents who wronged or abused me. The students at school too. And there are a huge group!”Eliena offered him, he smiles in satisfaction.

“All the better! Now.. lets give thee the power thy need!” The figure says, with a move of his palm he gathers all the dark magic and energy into her soul. Giving her an unspeakable amount of power. Giving her, her Absolute chance for vengeance.

“March free to those who wrong thee and get me their souls in exchange”  he commanded, she nods

“Yes! Thine dark lord!” She answered him

With huge power at hand, she teleported in a pool of dark red cloud. To her parents house first then the stupid prom.

She kicked the door opened, seeing that her parents looking at her dead in the eye. She felt The euphoria of revenge. She will have her revenge. Her mother scoffed at her.

“Where were you slut a cosplaying party?” She mocked, both parents laughing at her.

“No! I’m tired of you, you assholes, two monsters who found love in each other. Today i will kill you and save humanity!” She said determined 

Both parents burst laughing at her, their Laughing even louder. Because they thought their daughter is drunk.

Enraged she summons her magic and throws her parents on the wall. He telekinesis power is so strong that they’re squirming like bugs. She felt happiness, absolute happiness and Pleasure in torturing her parents 

“Stop it! Please!” Both parents pleading for their life.

“No! Thee will die! Thee both deserve that!” She said, while tightening her grip pressuring her telekinesis on their body, squeezing them even harder. Until their eyes fell out of their sockets and their bones breaks she heard a sound of breaking bones and blood splashing and it’s satisfying.

She absorbs their life essence, and since she killed him, their souls now belong to the figure or his real name (Skarrlyden). 

She felt relieved that she had killed those two monsters and now to hunt her bullies. Today is prom day. A perfect chance to kill the bullies.

She summoned her pet. The black shuck (a huge black demonic dog with red eyes) his name is red 

“Lets go Red! We have people to kill” she added, then cackles afterward. Like the witch she is.

She and her pet left to the high school she once gone to. She wouldn’t be lying if she said she didn’t miss it. In fact she hated it. From the darkest recesses of her heart.

While walking to the school she’s hopping like she’s a princess who walks into a lovely park. For the first time in forever she felt alive, she felt free. She felt she has a purpose in life. She has a dream to fulfill or a goals to reach. She felt Free 

“Operation: killing the bullies” she Happily announced, her black shuck pet laughs with her

After they reached the school she searched in her bag to find the book. A book has all kinds of spell and curses. She says a magic word and poof the school electronic and electricity goes off

All the people were shocked and scared but they saw a red light. They saw to figures one of a human and the other is a black dog

All the people in the prom gasps in fear

“Remember me people?” She muttered calmly

“Eliena the pathetic girl?” One of the boys greeted, her first bully.

“Its not pathetic, its cool Red! Show them” she commands her dog and it obeyed.

It leapt on the boy who talks ill of her. And it bites him and ripped his flesh horribly, blood everywhere. The boy screams, he’s in terrible pain. All the people are scared and they marched for the door but she magically locked it, it’s impossible for them escape now, all the people crying, begging for their lives, begging her for forgiveness and to leave them be. She is calm now she didn’t reply. 

She looked at her dog Red, he still mercilessly bitting and gnashing on the boy. Its a gory scene and she loved it. Her dog size grew even bigger. She now gets it. If he ate more his size will increase and she loved the idea.

She then looked at the people, seeing them cry like little girls. She remembers the time she cried to the math teacher, she wanted help or even advise to let them stop and face the bullies but he cruelly pushed her away and he said its not his problem, and the time she goes to the secretary for help. She also pushed her away saying the same thing. 

She remembered now, she remembered their reactions, their names and their cruel, disgusting faces. Its her lucky day they’re all here. The math teacher and the stupid bimbo blonde secretary. 

“Eliena!.. i’m so sorry.. but please you have to understand we’re sorry and we have children.. you know..” the secretary says, silently begging with her teary eyes 

“So what?” She coldly uttered

“We have … children at home. C’mon don’t you have a heart? Don’t you have a conscience?” The math teacher uttered 

“Oh really? Now i am the one who doesn’t have a heart? Oh wow! Thats rich coming from the same people who ignored me in my our of need! Today i will have revenge!” She denied them, she will kill them

“Red! Eats those fatsos boys over there and let me have the rest.. it’s personal!” She Commands her dog and it obeys once again

He jumped highly on the two boys. The dog both gnashing on their flesh. He attacked the first one blinding him. And he leapt on the other. Tearing his neck. Both screams in pain. They’re crying as they bleed.

All the people who are near the exist door, were crying and saying their prayer

Eliena says a magic word that is in her book. Two smoky black shadows appears and mercilessly kills the people. Only two people left. The blonde secretary and the math teacher. 

But before she She used her magic by pulling them towards her. “ today thou will meet thy end!” She promised, then she pulled them towarda her, As they are being pulled she used her two hands and she thrusted them inside their chests. Ripping out their hearts. She hungrily eats their hearts. She wiped her mouth after she ate their hearts. 

Its done now.. all those who wronged her and bullies her are dead. She absorbed their life essence and their souls belonged to skarrlyden, let him r@pe their souls, not like she’ll care anyway. 

She left this city to live in the jungle, she magically made a lovely cabin in the jungle. To live in it and start a new life there. 

“They look at me and see only a witch, i

Look at them and see only the fears” Eliena De-Vil ❍

☾☾Her friends from mk are☾☾

Skarlet 🩸

Nitara 🧛🏻‍♀️

She saved them from Kotal kahn. And they became her friends due to their ties with blood and witchcraft.

☀︎her friends from other dimension☀︎

Aliyaa Aepel belongs to @aliyaaaepel3

Arouj Roman belongs to @aliyaaaepel3

Selviya levsloky belongs to @aliyaaaepel3

Hadi Aepel belongs to @aliyaaaepel3

Scylla Aepel belongs to @aliyaaaepel3

༄Her enemies༄

Scorpion/ Hanzo Hasashi

(she fought him and won)

Shirai-ryu as a whole

SF ( Special forces) 

White lotus(Liu-Kang,Raiden Kung lao)

Kitana 

Jade

Mileena

Tanya

Rain

Kotal kahn

✧Not enemy or friend either✧

Havik

Reiko

Hotaru

Frost

Sub-zero

★Her abilities★

Eliena is a powerful witch, she mastered all the dark arts. And none can survive her destructive curses and spells. She is known as the witch of the Jungle or the witch of the red river.

She fells in love with an incubus named malphas (my other oc), they both loved each other, after months they married. And they have children 2 cambions (human-demon breed)

And thats my OC story! Hope you like it!

[roselyn-writing]

First of all. Happy birthday to the most neglected Oc of my mine: Kilam Moryre. The third aspect of twilight. I know this isn’t ‘middle-age’ or ‘fantasy material’ but it is lovely; and it is mine ✨✨🤩.

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[lisadelise]

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[roselyn-writing]

While I was writing the last touches of 23 chapter of my novel: Wartb, I decided to make an Oc template; been years since I didn’t make a single Oc template lol. Here is a template I made specifically and obviously for her. Matches her personality and vibes 🤎💅🏻👢🎃.

[roselyn-writing]

Chapter 23

“Echoes Carved in Bones and Stones”

A/N: Welp, been a while since I updated! So here you go ;)

Introducing: Kasaar Cherrzaad: the occultist, and Mira Òlerai! ✨✨✨✨.

Kasaar Cherrzaad, The once proud and powerful occultist, the cult leader of the cult of the night; once it was powerful and growing in numbers. lately, they are killed by measly, weak-willed and impudent two young-blood demons

Now, He is but a pet for the dark one: Anzir Obisidian. The hand of Darkness, and not to mention; he is the 80th Dark One, and of their current times.

The occultist couldn’t supress his scoff as his booted foot kicked a stone from the sandy ground. the rough, dusty, surface gave way, sending the stone into an unseen valley down below. A few moments passed, and only the faint sound of the stone hitting the bottom could be heard, before the dry wind snatched it away. Kasaar’s amethyst eyes lingered on the vastness of Al-Jumdah’s desert before him. His thoughts focusing on how to succeed at the task ahead.

Kasaar is man of effortless handsomness – the epitome of good-looking, Standing formidably at 6’7. He loomed like a proud statue carved by the most finest of sculptors. His skin, smooth and unblemished, is pale as smooth, polished alabaster, His short, neatly combed hair betrayed his untamed spirit, with a few rebellious strands slipping free at the sides, as if refusing to be tamed. The colour of his tresses burned with warm glow of Autumn, a shade so rich and deep — like the flesh of a ripened pumpkin kissed warmly by the sun.

His eyes, almond-shaped and piercing like a cunning fox, gleamed with ith the rare luster of finely polished amethyst, a perfect blend of mystery and regality. There is a contradiction in him — like a fire beneath the ice, like a tempest hidden behind a composed façade. He walked with such stoicism that rival the most prestigious and influential masters of a clan. His well muscular body bore the image of a trained warrior. each muscle ripped through his black cladded shirt, he wore a stylish yet functional attire for this mission.

The occultist’s outfit is all black and very sleek, he wore a V-neck black top that shows a minimal of his well-sculpted chest, fitted black pants, and a wide black and green leather belt with tassels, embroidered with many of Virginian’s pattern, paying homage to his heritage; snaked on his waist. Lastly, darkish-grey leather boots as footwear.

A scroll, a lock of hair, and a vital of blood, he repeated inside his mind. Over and over, never forgetting his mission. While he pressed on, he felt the chilling, cripsy air of the desert; unlike her distant cousin: Al-Makeda desert which was a scorching hell from day till night. Only on some seasons; it’d soften and cool itself.

Many yellowed skulls, other skeletal bones, dried blood on rusty and broken weapons, their once sharp edges were dulled by the passing of time. the remains of rotted ribbed cloth hung limply from the ribcags of those who had once wore them, and even corpses littered the sandy ground as he’d walked upon. From the looks of it: the giants’ corpses were killed from centuries ago, and the coldness of the desert had delayed the process of decomposing. The orange-headed Virginian man didn’t even flinch as he stepped on one a small bone, probably an ulna crushing it under his heel.

Although he always maintained his scowl on his handsome face. he couldn’t suppress a scoff of discomfort and disgust as it escaped his throat.

If his forefathers story were to be believed, this the site where the battle of ‘Yermonda’ had taken place, And the Virginians had won that day against the Giants. On top of that; Queen Eclipsa had commanded this desert, the very desert he is walking upon today, to freeze and harden against their enemies: The Giants.

Kasaar now must obtain the lock of the hair before the Meintra moon rose onto the beautiful crystal-blue sky. And that is only but hours ahead, so there isn’t much time on his disposal. He argued within himself that he could easily teleported to the desired location, but he was afraid of the surprises. He’d be unready for such things.

As he walked forward, miles forward into the freezing desert. Before him, rocky hills with fading yellow tapered downward to the wide valley underneath. Crystals and agate in the rock already glinted at him, even in the early hours of the day, but he barely noticed the faint veins of reddish garnite and ruby cutting through the bulbous stones.

Despite being among the coldest parts of Virginia; it still has its beauty and riches, just like any other place in any part of the world.

In the distance, A great mountain loomed, swathed in pristine snow. It stood in stark contrast to the barren and frigid desert that surrounded it, A chunk of ice in an inferno of heat. As the sun slowly rose, its brilliant rays danced across the snow-capped peaks, creating a mesmerising dance of light and shadow. From a distance, Kasaar noticed it looked as if molten lava was creeping down the mountain, its frozen fury ready to erupt at any moment now.

“Currsed Dark One,” He sneered to one in particular. “He wanted me dead for sure..” The occultist harrumphed in disgust. “Just like many of his dead lackeys.”

Just like all the eerie places; Kasaar felt something, but he pressed one; lest, he wanted to be humiliated by the one who ‘healed’ him.

The occultist knew; for obvious reasons; he mustn’t linger here for too long. He’ll die - either being ripped apart by a horde of Giants or he’d turned into a block of ice — and particularly, he preferred neither.

“I’ll show him,” He promised. “I don’t give a darn if that ‘Dark one’ can hear me.”

Then, he ventured into the valley, nestled between the two great mountains. He was indifferent to their names or their significance. However, like all Virginians, he was aware of the presence of giants lurking there. All he required was a lock of their hair.

“A lock of hair…” he scoffed. “A bit creepy…”

Approximately, within a mile or two, the Occultist noticed one of the mountains. It had a peculiar shape, it look liked a giant door carved into it’s rocky-wall. However, to those who were not fortunate enough to notice it, it appeared just like any other measly body of rocky of a mountain covered in grass and foliage. But the Occultist knew better. This distinct looking-mountain; like a portal can be opened if one, purely gazed and pondered; they’d see the different than mere a normal mountain.

“This is concerning,” The occultist with amethyst eyes muttered.

Kasaar did not dwell longer, he speed up his walk; although, he was very tempted to just teleport to his destination.

The occultist Tattoos pulsed with a crimson glow, casting eerie shadows across his scornful, yet handsome face. Quickly, the air grew thick with malice. As if the mountains themselves breathed menance. Five pair of eyes - one of the Giants - is one-eyed, watched him from the rocks above — hungry, calculating ugly eyes that saw him not as a man - but a meal.

He knew, the runes had warned him; they whispered warnings coiled in his mind like rattlesnakes. This was no mere accidant - death lurked undoubtedly nearby.

Defeaning thud shattered the silence when one giant hurled its club toward him in foolish aggression their size betrayed them; just like their clumsy steps announced their presence like war drums.

One foolish Giant with a club, who was characteristically eager; gave away their position by throwing the club at the ‘clueless’ walking man. In a puff of dark-red, the Occultist, had disappeared. This made the Giants let out an audible mumbles of annoyance.

Kasaar wasn’t finished — as he remained hidden, he strategically thought of a way to take a lock of one of their heads - any head of them - either golden-blonde, ebony or red. Just one lock would suffice.

He smirked now. “Hmm,” he let out a hum. “Provoking them, It is.”

Now, standing on the broad shoulder of a Giant. Light weight — like a feather on a rock’s surface. He whispered teasingly to the Giant’s ear. “Psssst!” The Giant looked goofly at the Occultist.

Before the giants would act, Kasaar plucked a lock of the Giant’s head — the same Giant whom he stood on his shoulder. A red hair. Long and dense.

The Giants glowered, dangerously sharp teeth bared, as they tried to struck the Occultist with their clubs - only to strike the red-headed Giant — a relative of theirs. Breaking his nose, blood oozed like crazy as they heard the mocking laughter of the man who escaped them.

His first mission ended successfully. Now, he only had the feather, and the scroll.

London — Baker street: 1976, 26th of September.

In the ever noisy neighbourhood of a known street: Baker street, a woman walked. Dressed in a particular trendy fashion of the year.

A woman, seemingly in her late twenties; tall, beautiful. Her skin is fair, flawless and blemish less. A face so lovely — yet adorned with a diamond jaw. A set of lovely two almond-shaped eyes - with the orbs of so rare colour; Grayish-Green; like a lovely gray soft-coloured rock dyed with pale green; but now she donned a lovely oval tortoiseshell Prada sunglasses; morever, she is blessed with a voluptuous figure, she wore a deep-v neck orange floral mini-dress, the floral prints are soft yellow and white - fit perfectly with the orange stark colour of her dress; as it perfectly fitted her body.

A light brown faux-fur cropped and stripped jacket covered her once bared arms; and a lovely pair of brown leathered heel boots.

A fashion icon of her time.

The faint breeze ruffled her lovely slightly reddish copper streaks of her lovely, dense and luscious dark brown with copper streaks - or a bayalage.

A faint smirk adorned her reddish-lips. As she made her way to her office.

The woman who is fashionably dressed, clearly holding a position of authority within this fine establishment, sauntered her way with a confidently towards her office. As she passed, several employees greeted her respectfully.

The secretary glanced up. "Good morning, Miss Òlerai," a man wearing glasses said, his voice respectful.

Her assistant, positioned near the coffee machine, warmly added, "Morning, Miss Òlerai."

Stacy, the newest addition of the staff, visibly nervous, managed a somewhat in a stammered manner. "Oh… m-morning miss Ò-Òlerai!"

Miss Òlerai, also known as Mira Òlerai. returned their greetings with a warm smile. “Morning, James-“ She began, pausing briefly at the secretary; as she reached the coffee machine, she shared a quick side-hug with Delancy, Her assistant. And then, she offered a brief hand gesture to Stacy. “Hey. Morning.”

Now, seated at her fashionably-decorated office. Her sanctuary, fashioned and decorated in the way she adored — like a piece of herself carved in this vast—four-walled office. It is like a beacon polished of sophistication, bathed in soft beige light, slightly golden light that sreamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Immaculately decorated with sleek contemporary furniture — ‘Milan Danah club style armchair’ in monochrome tones — with black lacquered desks with chromes accents, and other chairs so pristine that they look untouched by humans hands.

With big square-shaped windows; framed with sophisticated frames, seems overlooking a contemporary city building with a glass-view.

Beyond that, the office alone seemed like a simple view beyond the glassy, floor to-ceiling curtain wall. Like a mere convenience one would think off in lunch breaks. With dozens of skycrapers and modernish buildings.

Abstract, some amazingly angled pictures of Models or actors hung on the Mira’s office - not out of camaraderie; but for a distinctive eye for fashion and the ‘angle’ she wanted to show. Obviously not to warm the room, but to reinforce her somewhat distinct taste for fashion — beside the neatly stacked designer folds that she worked on maintaining, a case of pencils and fineliners (some even are unused) placed not for creativity but as symbols of firm control over aesthetic down to their finest levels.

Fresh white and yellow flowers—likely freesias or gardenias—are arranged in lovely white and intricately designed pale blue vase; their petals so flawless and vibrant against the cool marble surface that reflect the light rather than absorb it.

Natural daylight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of that frame London’s skyline like jewels on a velvet blackness in the Darkness.

Aside from that, a finely cradted wooden movable pin board occupies a prominent yet subtle corner of Mira’s office— a quiet, functional piece that serves as both memory and mission. Its surface is smooth, likely oak or walnut with a matte touch that absorbs light rather than reflects it, avoiding distraction.

Pins are placed meticulously along the board — not haphazardly but in precise clusters. Some corners display elegantly signatures penned by actors she’s met—famous faces from red carpets and high fashion campaigns—each autograph persevered under protective film like relics of professional connections. The names are are handwritten; some even accompanied by dates or short notes (a private jokes? Maybe?), all curated to reference her influence and acquaintances.

Other sections hold sketched designs: delicate fabric swatches pinned beside them, alongisde the colour charts and pantones — these aren’t just random doodles but conceptual visions for upcoming collections or collaborations she intends to pursue. They serve as a silent reminders — the visual equivalent of calendar entries for appointments yet unspoken.

In the shinging forest, a familiar wavy-ebony haired woman walked, in the vast lush green sanctuary that is governed by the Sylvans; also known as the ‘Guardians of the Forest’ she was so exhausted. Having been walking for hours would have made you that - or anyone, none excluded in particular — unless you are a superhuman or a Deity.

Ultimately, both her feet and her body gave up, she fell with a ‘thud’ on the grassy, bed-like of the peaceful forest. Snoring silently as she dreams of a more colourful life.

Her skin, which was once pristine smooth-alabaster, now ruined with mud and scratches, and her hair—which surprisingly survivded being unkempt. It stayed smooth and neat; but her feet got the worst of it - swollen, even her footwear is damaged because she stepped on mercilessly thistles of Virignia, a big rose-like plant with endless horned vines - it pierced anything it touches like a hot blade on a paper.

A figure passed by the sleeping woman; for once, the centaur-like creature heard a few snores. ignoring it, thinking it was one of his fellows: the Sylvans. As he returned back; he finally saw her. A young - barely in her twenties, sleeping, exhausted, worn out clothes - like she had been running from a war — her shoes are ruined, and awfully disfigured with holes - by a Virginian thistle no doubt, the Centaur thought.

Heynois — the centaur-like protector of the Shining forest, he felt immense sympathy for this troubled, unfortunate soul. Partially; he thought she died - considering the horrible state she was in, morever — no, she IS breathing, but exhausting and horribly famished.

Quietly; the Centaur carried the sleeping woman - to a different part of this peaceful shining forest. A corner where she’d sleep peacefully, and find sustenance is she needed.

What she had been through? The Guardian of the forest thought. She must be a survivor from the Nothern Virginia - he mumbled to himself, from what the greens had spoken to him - the Nothern villages suffered immensely by the sorcerers - like Ashure and his likes. But he didn’t fret, Sire Aham - the head of the Superiors, he surely had dealt with these monsters — having them killed if needed to be. The forest creature - had no sympathy for life-haters.

But that’s a story for another time.

The girl slept, but sooner rather than later; she’d wake up….

Black cloud divider by @cursed-carmine. The divider above from @chuuyrr . And the black rose; I forgot either pinterest or from graphic web, and lastly; the blue divider from @saradika.

[roselyn-writing]

Happy birthday Mira Òlerai 🤎🍂🌟

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Ightham Mote, Kent, England, October 2025.

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Anok Yai attends the 2026 Met Gala.

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