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ooc: hi this is my ask blog for my outlast ocs all of them gathered here see Pinned for them. I am an Adult.

[missing-faces]

Hi this is my ask blog for my outlast original characters. everyone welcome. be nice! please and thank you. roleplay and asks welcome

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oc descriptions below

Mercury (she/it) is 31 years old, and cannot age any further. but, is a continually growing tall grunt, a haphazardly dug up "cadaver." she is around 7'8" but the scientists and doctors at Murkoff don't think she will be able to grow any taller due to her status as a former corpse. she has a pacemaker. she does not remember any of her life before Murkoff, she begins and ends within the Sinyala facility.

Blythe (she/they) is 25 years old, a former reagent turned specialist expop (pitcher) she loves to throw glass bottles and bricks at people, fellow expop- or reagent. heavily overconfident in her ability to toss, often missing unless the target is still, or slow.

[subnitida]

Greg Becker, Gallery Window, 2024, watercolor, gouache and ink on primed board

[venustapolis]

Niagara (Frederic Edwin Church, 1857)

[lilith420xoxo]

I need you to get through the winter

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Christina's World (1948) by Andrew Wyeth

[weltenwellen]

Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap

[horrorcitos]

Oxy

[wastedends]

It’s raining up here.

[rienafoutre]

[m4rie-xoxo]

I often take his name in vain

[darkcoastphotography]

'The Dead Cruiser' Vancouver Island, British Columbia tumblr | flickr | facebook | society6 Do Not Remove My Credits

[p3rry-platypus]

howd ya feel if I threw some kindsa... bottle at yous? would ya catch it? if i threw myself at you, wouldja catch me too?

- blythe, @missing-faces

No, and no.

[missing-faces]

:(... -blythe

[the-hunter-himself]

Mercury roams aimlessly within the trial grounds, going in circles. she seems confused at every turn. shes been staring at a wall for about thirty minutes now. Hunter eventually finds her out of, quite literal random chance, because this is a dead end.

- @missing-faces

Hunter noticed her, after remained quiet and well hidden like a tiger eyeing on a deer. He saw that she meant no harm, just another wandering expop lost in his territory.

"God, what did they do to you? I have some spare clothes to prevent cold. Those scientist predicted tonight would be cooler than usual."

Classic Hunter, a little "Hi" at first wouldn't be hurt.

As the women noticed his presence, He inspected her from head to toe. Scars and stitches everywhere, wires connected from her chest to a device on her hips, with a leg brace that needed some little fix here and there.

"Do you need anything ? I wouldn't mind sharing a little bit. I have abundance resource, and i can share it to everyone." The gentleman offered her a smile, sign of harmless welcome.

[missing-faces]

Mercury lets a small gurgle from her throat, a grunt. she turns to him entirely, leg brace creaking. face as unexpressive as ever, though her eyes light up a little at the presence of another.

"l-lost...."

Mercury has a hard time talking, even harder time focusing on Hunter, but she is looking at him. she barely even shivers, only the occasional shake and twitch of her fingers, but it is clear she's cold. maybe not as cold as she should be though.

[the-hunter-himself]

"Come, come. Don't be shy, you are welcomed here." Hunter gently guided the tall woman into his lair.

"First, we need to give you some clothes. Oh i hate how they let some women here with bare body. Where's the respect ?"

The clothes he had, may not in the best condition. Sometimes he recieved donation from Murkoff themself. Sometimes...he took it from his victims. After they turned into statue, why would the need their clothes anyway.

He had one short dress, it was probably fit for the poor giantness. May a little bit tight, but better than nothing. A white torn dress, he patched some of the hole to make it wearable. He took it from an unfortunate Big grunt that was deployed in his trial, died as she was gruesomely mauled by his one and only loyal guard. Maybe, too loyal...

[missing-faces]

Mercury fumbles and fidgets with the dress once its given to her, as her motor function is somewhat shot, she struggles with it. some parts fit weirdly due it being placed over her pace maker, and she cant really adjust it any further than that. the sound of her leg brace creaking every so often as she did.

she lets out a grunt of gratitude, trying to smile. it looks more like a grimace than anything.

"f-friend....?"

she mumbles, vaguely gesturing to Hunter.

[the-hunter-himself]

Mercury roams aimlessly within the trial grounds, going in circles. she seems confused at every turn. shes been staring at a wall for about thirty minutes now. Hunter eventually finds her out of, quite literal random chance, because this is a dead end.

- @missing-faces

Hunter noticed her, after remained quiet and well hidden like a tiger eyeing on a deer. He saw that she meant no harm, just another wandering expop lost in his territory.

"God, what did they do to you? I have some spare clothes to prevent cold. Those scientist predicted tonight would be cooler than usual."

Classic Hunter, a little "Hi" at first wouldn't be hurt.

As the women noticed his presence, He inspected her from head to toe. Scars and stitches everywhere, wires connected from her chest to a device on her hips, with a leg brace that needed some little fix here and there.

"Do you need anything ? I wouldn't mind sharing a little bit. I have abundance resource, and i can share it to everyone." The gentleman offered her a smile, sign of harmless welcome.

[missing-faces]

Mercury lets a small gurgle from her throat, a grunt. she turns to him entirely, leg brace creaking. face as unexpressive as ever, though her eyes light up a little at the presence of another.

"l-lost...."

Mercury has a hard time talking, even harder time focusing on Hunter, but she is looking at him. she barely even shivers, only the occasional shake and twitch of her fingers, but it is clear she's cold. maybe not as cold as she should be though.

[liminalcam]

[more-than-ideas]

Bernard Descamps  Paris, 1994

[missing-faces]

here are my ocs voice claims

1 mercury would just be the pouncer when she spoke but thankfully she rarely does

2 heres blythe's but it got spoilers for longlegs so be warned i guess