I wanted to slowly start putting my OC’s out so I can keep track of em n whatever- I would write stories and whatnot but I’m terrible at writing 😔 I’ll also update any new art when I’m not being lazy
OC profile down below
Basic Info
> Age: early 20s
> Pronouns: He/They (amab)
> Affiliation: Former member of a religious cult
> Status: Host to a sentient parasite
> Vertical slit on the stomach, it opens up like a mouth- sharp teeth and a long tongue
Personality
> Quiet, guarded and speaks little. Observes everything
> Emotionally restrained
> Distrustful of authority
> Extremely protective of his own body, selective on physical touch
> He’s capable of care, but rarely- only when he knows he’s safe
Background
> Raised in what they believed was a strict religious environment, however in reality it was a cult centred around “purification through suffering”
>They were chosen by the priest named “Julius”, for the ritual once Elian became of age. Implanted with a parasite like entity through the mouth and into the stomach under the guise of divine communion. Believed that the parasite itself was a blessing to see god
> After the parasite had fully developed inside Elian, it drove him mad and lost his identity for the first couple of weeks before eventually running away
The parasite - “Seraphim”
> A sentient organism residing in Elian’s abdomen (manifesting as a mouth later on)
> Reacts aggressively to restrictions such as tight clothing and pressure
I keep imagining what it would be like to js hang out with like- ANY of the creeps while you own a very girly looking purse and having the stop and ask them “yo can u hold this for a second-“
(Using my purse as a ref cuz I thought about it immediately when I saw this shit at the mall and bought it)
IDK WHY ITS MAKING ME GIGGLE THIBKING AHOUT IT LMAOO- especially with someone like Habit or Tim,
“Hey, can you hold my purse for a sec? I wanna check something out..” you mumbled out with a small hum while shoving your purse over towards Habit’s chest while walking over to check out a few pair of pants you had spotted.
He paused, blinking for a moment before looking down at your bag, brows furrowed. “…What the fuck is this-“
“What? It’s just my bag-“
“Do I look like someone who carries around this pink shit? I would rather you stab me.”