hihi im orpheus :3 main is @/egret-orchids
made a blog to be silly about ocs :3 send em asks if you want
current ocs:
-julian abbott (he/they)
-finley harker (he/him)
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@orpheus-ocs
hihi im orpheus :3 main is @/egret-orchids
made a blog to be silly about ocs :3 send em asks if you want
current ocs:
-julian abbott (he/they)
-finley harker (he/him)
"and sing along to the age of paranoia!"
Finley Harker
age: 17, almost 18
nicknames: none
gender/pronouns: unlabelled, he/him
sexuality: unlabelled
birthday: may 15th
personality: angry at everyone and everything most of the time, jealous, prone to violence (eg fighting), short tempered
faceclaim: images found on pinterest
"welcome to a new kind of tension!"
friends: doesn't really have any
family: isabelle harker (sister), garrett harker (father), amelia harker (mother)
open to other dynamics!!
likes: street fights (usually), pissing people off on purpose, smoking, his sister
dislikes: consequences, his parents, being held accountable, being vulnerable
physical health: whilst he's rather thin, he's strong. healthy other than the fight-related injuries.
mental health: he's angry. all the time. he's been fucked over and fucked with enough and he's not taking shit from anyone else anymore.
height: 5’9
eye colour: brown
hair colour: black
skin: fair
scars: small ones from fights and injuries, perpetually busted knuckles. he also has a crooked nose due to it having been broken at least once.
i wanna make an oc who’s like. kind of an asshole- or friends with people he shouldn’t be- and just. oblivious or indifferent to it.
like he’s in some shit. he’s in with the wrong people (wrong person, really) and his sister’s real worried that he’ll get himself arrested or worse. but he just doesn’t listen.
izzy might scold him for his bruises and split lips but she’ll never stop him leaving after a fight with their parents. she’ll wait for him. because he’ll come back. he always will.
Julian hasn't really been paying attention. He's trying, sure, but voices are washing over him, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Probably his fault- he'd been catching up on classes for almost all of last night- but he'll be damned if he let himself fall behind just because of a headache. He rests his head on his folded arms, just for a moment.
- @orpheus-ocs
*Mr Caufield had been moving around the classroom with his wheelchair to the best of his ability, checking on students as they completed individual work, he saw Julian and gently tapped his desk to get the kid's attention* are you alright?
If Julian jolts and sits up like his life depends on it, no he doesn’t. He nods, maybe a little over-enthusiastically.
if you're sure dont hesitate to tell me if you need anything though *it was clear he didnt quite believe him and there was a good chance hed request Julian stay after class to discuss, Mr. Caufield had a habit about caring too much*
“Yeah, okay,” Julian mutters, running a hand through his hair.
*he taught the rest of the lesson as usual, talking about verb conjugations and trying to provide all the practice he could until the bell rang* Mr Abbot, a word before your next class if you dont mind?
Julian sighs. He was sort of expecting this, but still. He decides to just… stay stood near his desk.
do you want to tell me any of what's wrong? *he would let it go should Julian not want to talk, but the offer was important to him*
“Nothing’s-” he yawns, unable to stifle it this time, “nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired is all.”
you know that your health is just as important as your studies, Mr. Abbott, and if you had to choose one to neglect it shouldnt be your health
Julian shrugs. “I had a test today, and I needed to study, because I couldn’t until last night.”
Julian hasn't really been paying attention. He's trying, sure, but voices are washing over him, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Probably his fault- he'd been catching up on classes for almost all of last night- but he'll be damned if he let himself fall behind just because of a headache. He rests his head on his folded arms, just for a moment.
- @orpheus-ocs
*Mr Caufield had been moving around the classroom with his wheelchair to the best of his ability, checking on students as they completed individual work, he saw Julian and gently tapped his desk to get the kid's attention* are you alright?
If Julian jolts and sits up like his life depends on it, no he doesn’t. He nods, maybe a little over-enthusiastically.
if you're sure dont hesitate to tell me if you need anything though *it was clear he didnt quite believe him and there was a good chance hed request Julian stay after class to discuss, Mr. Caufield had a habit about caring too much*
“Yeah, okay,” Julian mutters, running a hand through his hair.
*he taught the rest of the lesson as usual, talking about verb conjugations and trying to provide all the practice he could until the bell rang* Mr Abbot, a word before your next class if you dont mind?
Julian sighs. He was sort of expecting this, but still. He decides to just… stay stood near his desk.
do you want to tell me any of what's wrong? *he would let it go should Julian not want to talk, but the offer was important to him*
“Nothing’s-” he yawns, unable to stifle it this time, “nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired is all.”
Julian hasn't really been paying attention. He's trying, sure, but voices are washing over him, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Probably his fault- he'd been catching up on classes for almost all of last night- but he'll be damned if he let himself fall behind just because of a headache. He rests his head on his folded arms, just for a moment.
- @orpheus-ocs
*Mr Caufield had been moving around the classroom with his wheelchair to the best of his ability, checking on students as they completed individual work, he saw Julian and gently tapped his desk to get the kid's attention* are you alright?
If Julian jolts and sits up like his life depends on it, no he doesn’t. He nods, maybe a little over-enthusiastically.
if you're sure dont hesitate to tell me if you need anything though *it was clear he didnt quite believe him and there was a good chance hed request Julian stay after class to discuss, Mr. Caufield had a habit about caring too much*
“Yeah, okay,” Julian mutters, running a hand through his hair.
*he taught the rest of the lesson as usual, talking about verb conjugations and trying to provide all the practice he could until the bell rang* Mr Abbot, a word before your next class if you dont mind?
Julian sighs. He was sort of expecting this, but still. He decides to just… stay stood near his desk.
Julian hasn't really been paying attention. He's trying, sure, but voices are washing over him, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Probably his fault- he'd been catching up on classes for almost all of last night- but he'll be damned if he let himself fall behind just because of a headache. He rests his head on his folded arms, just for a moment.
- @orpheus-ocs
*Mr Caufield had been moving around the classroom with his wheelchair to the best of his ability, checking on students as they completed individual work, he saw Julian and gently tapped his desk to get the kid's attention* are you alright?
If Julian jolts and sits up like his life depends on it, no he doesn’t. He nods, maybe a little over-enthusiastically.
if you're sure dont hesitate to tell me if you need anything though *it was clear he didnt quite believe him and there was a good chance hed request Julian stay after class to discuss, Mr. Caufield had a habit about caring too much*
“Yeah, okay,” Julian mutters, running a hand through his hair.
Julian hasn't really been paying attention. He's trying, sure, but voices are washing over him, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Probably his fault- he'd been catching up on classes for almost all of last night- but he'll be damned if he let himself fall behind just because of a headache. He rests his head on his folded arms, just for a moment.
- @orpheus-ocs
*Mr Caufield had been moving around the classroom with his wheelchair to the best of his ability, checking on students as they completed individual work, he saw Julian and gently tapped his desk to get the kid's attention* are you alright?
If Julian jolts and sits up like his life depends on it, no he doesn’t. He nods, maybe a little over-enthusiastically.
i also turned asks on because initially i Forgot
“your time will come.”
Julian Abbott
age: 17
nicknames: jules, jule, angel
gender/pronouns: trans guy, he/they
sexuality: unlabelled
birthday: april 30th
personality: outwardly abrasive/rude, awkward, intelligent
faceclaim: images found on pinterest
“i just… want to do well here.”
friends: …
family: alexander abbott (father), evelyn abbott (mother)
open to other dynamics!!
Julian had never really been able to find his place, but the few friends he’d made at Welton made him feel more at home than anywhere else. He’s not sure if they’re really his friends anymore, though.
likes: playing guitar, studying, winter, certain teachers
dislikes: judgement, people being weird about him/the way he looks, latin
physical health: relatively okay, but he occasionally needs to use a cane or crutches for mobility reasons, and he gets migraines that pull him out of regular activities whenever they happen
mental health: better than when he was younger, but parental pressure and rough friendships still affect him frequently
height: 5’7
eye colour: grey-blue
hair colour: black
skin: pale, covered in freckles
scars: one through his left eyebrow, some on his arms and legs, one across his chest and stomach
fun fact about him is that whilst hes not a fan of all subjects he likes all his teachers dgdgxgxg
“your time will come.”
Julian Abbott
age: 17
nicknames: jules, jule, angel
gender/pronouns: trans guy, he/they
sexuality: unlabelled
birthday: april 30th
personality: outwardly abrasive/rude, awkward, intelligent
faceclaim: images found on pinterest
“i just… want to do well here.”
friends: …
family: alexander abbott (father), evelyn abbott (mother)
open to other dynamics!!
Julian had never really been able to find his place, but the few friends he’d made at Welton made him feel more at home than anywhere else. He’s not sure if they’re really his friends anymore, though.
likes: playing guitar, studying, winter, certain teachers
dislikes: judgement, people being weird about him/the way he looks, latin
physical health: relatively okay, but he occasionally needs to use a cane or crutches for mobility reasons, and he gets migraines that pull him out of regular activities whenever they happen
mental health: better than when he was younger, but parental pressure and rough friendships still affect him frequently
height: 5’7
eye colour: grey-blue
hair colour: black
skin: pale, covered in freckles
scars: one through his left eyebrow, some on his arms and legs, one across his chest and stomach