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OC-tober #4: An OC with blue in their color scheme Ilti

Hello friends, I didn’t do a #3 because I am an old lady and I spent last night at the urgent care getting treated for tennis elbow ughhhhhhh This is Ilti, from my WIP, A Tale of Two Bards. One of the titular bards, Ilti plays the harp, says hi to every dog he meets, and talks to dead gods daydreams while doing his yoga. 

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Haven’t uploaded anything in a long time due to tablet issues with the new computer. But now that it’s working again, have some asshole protagonists.

[samw1se]

Draw your OCs like this.

I needed something stupid to do while cooking today. Left to right: Threnn, Maria, Oran, Eylandir, Zuli, Ilti.

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OC-Tober 14 of ??: Siralure A memory came to me then then: a particularly warm summer in my youth, before the loss of my eyes. An older girl with hair like ivy and a laugh like bells. She always favored me with a sly tug on the braid whenever we were forced to meet during our parents’ boozy proceedings. I was too young back then to realize what her beauty meant, although the fact that she was beautiful never escaped me. Wherever she went, Goldfox folk were stricken by an awful plague, which my mother playfully named, “Numb Tongue.”

“I suppose you wouldn’t remember me.” Judging by the pout in her voice, she must’ve been trying to play coy.

“How can I forget the beauty that set my entire flotilla on its head?” I asked, bowing to her. “Siralure. I was a child the last time I saw you.” “No need to flatter me. You were a child the last time you saw anything, Prince Ilti.” She tutted her teeth at the quip. “Ilti. I like the new name. The old one was a mouthful.” 

Siralure is a character from A Tale of Two Bards, a story I have been working on with my meatbag for the last couple years, which I hope to begin posting soon. Siralure is the first lady I have done for this who I didn’t hate drawing 70% of the time. Her jewelry has a opal and cicada motif which was really fun to play with. If you have a really embarrassing dad, if your hair is unnaturally colorful and no one knows how you manage it, if you are more than just a pretty face but don’t mind pretending to be just a pretty face to get what you want, if you cheat at cards, you will like Siralure.

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OC-Tober 14 of ??: Salleth

Despite the feeling that the task was futile, I acquiesced, settling back against the wall and eating the chocolate. As my teeth cut into the hard, crumbly chunk, I felt a chill pass over my spine, sending goosepimples across my flesh. The strange, ominous feeling grew until it was all encompassing, the sensation that disaster lurked behind every corner. I turned my head, terrified of what I would see, and found Salleth staring at me from the shadows of the gloomy house. He approached me–no, he just sort of was there, beside me–and all about me the world darkened until only his softly-glowing eyes remained. I sat, stock-still, understanding nothing until the moment when I understood all.  I broke off a piece of the chocolate, and handed it to the wraith in the darkness. A pale hand emerged and took it from my palm, a silent acceptance, and Salleth faded back into the corner, allowing my world light once again. I stared at him, munching his chocolate as though nothing had occurred, before looking around. No one else seemed to have noticed. 

Hello! I have been a little absent lately, but now I am back to post more characters from A Tale of Two Bards, the story I have been working on for the past couple years with my beloved meatbag. Salleth is another character who comes around much later in the story, but that doesn’t mean I love him any less. If he looks familiar, that is because I have already featured his twin, Jaren! I have drawn Salleth an awful lot since beginning this project because he makes good faces and I like practicing expressions on him. So I decided to tried a few new things with him, like his pose and his scars. His mouth gave me a boatload of trouble, but not for the reasons it did while I was writing his character. If you find sweets and drugs pacifying, if you are the very annoying sibling, if riding on other peoples shoulders is your favorite form of transportation, if you feel things very passionately and can’t really explain why (and don’t really think you should have to explain why), if you like the noises they make when their heads pop off, you may find a kindred soul in Salleth.

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OC-Tober 9 of ??: Bosh

“Prince Ilti, if I may offer some insight,” Galad’s voice peeped up from beside his surly fellow. “Ceringol has a point. It’s not that we don’t want to. But we-- I mean, he-- he doesn’t want to upset--”

"Woah, hold up. I thought this kid was your prince?" Bosh rumbled like a storm from the back of the group. “Ain’t you gotta do what he says?”

Galad and the two companions he'd chosen said nothing. And then--

"Exiled prince," Agriel said. There was no opinion to her voice, just fact. And she was right.

"Well he ain't my prince," said Bosh. "But I follow him anyway. And putting aside the fact that he owes me a shameful amount of money," I smiled awkwardly, "I follow him still. Good kid. Kind of squirrelly sometimes, but good kid all the same." "Cheers Bosh," I said.

Bosh is from the project I’m currently working on with my meatbag, A Tale of Two Bards! Boy oh boy this is one of the fastest of these that I have done and it probably shows. Bosh is a half-orc. I originally gave him a very Skyrim-esque orc skin color (green/grey) and then decided I wanted something a little warmer and realistic. I think this suits him better. Are you resigned to carrying lesser mortals on your strong, burly shoulders? Do you like fancy booze? You probably have a lot in common with Bosh. No, really, that’s all you need. That’s it. That’s the only requirement. Nice work.

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OC-tober 8 of ??: Threnn “But I can’t imagine what it feels like,” I stopped. I wanted to say, “to feel like you have nowhere to go,” but I knew that feeling far too well, “to be so torn between the two sides of yourself.” “I’m not torn,” he said, completely unapologetic. I couldn’t be offended. It was Threnn’s way, and I liked Threnn. “If I could pick one, I know which one it’d be. Looks like this is it.” A bell clanged near my head. “Who’s there?” a wizened voice called from somewhere high up. “A song of peace and light,” I called back, which was enough for whoever this was to give a sharp cry of realization and run off. There was the clang of an iron gate opening, and our little party slipped into the courtyard of my cousin’s home. It was tiny, as most things in Chundeetha are, but it still seemed to cut out the rest of the noise of the Forthright.  “That some kind of code?” Threnn asked. “Something like that.” He didn’t ask further. He rarely did, which was one reason I was so fond of him

Threnn is from the project I’m currently working on with my meatbag, A Tale of Two Bards! I started and re-did Threnn about a thousand times, in all honesty, but I feel like I finally got him settled today Do you have a general distaste for kids but a love for dogs and a personality rather similar to one?  Need a pal to keep you safe and occasionally remind you the emotions are pointless and accomplish nothing? Do you drink only bad whiskey? Threnn will be your friend, or as much of a friend as he can stomach.

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OC-tober 3 of ??: Maria Murphy “It’s Maria.” Naturally. It was always Maria. 

“Whatever it is, she didn’t do it,” I responded. You didn’t just leave a man down. But the uncomfortable look they shared told me I had misspoken. A surprise, not that either were given to enjoying my humor. “She’s missing,” my father said patiently. “It’s been three days,” Murphy said, worry in his voice. “It’s not the first time she’s dashed off without warning,” I said, tripping over my normal self-assurance for the first time that morning. "Last spring she got stranded on the capital for a week before she swallowed her pride to ask for fuel, remember?" I swallowed and looked down at my bacon. "I mean, before we swallowed our pride? And who could forget when she ran off to crash the Duke of Laern's ball?" My father raised a dark eyebrow and nearly smiled. Nearly. "I mean...when we crashed the Duke of Laern's ball?"

It’s about time we had a lady character! And our first human, to boot! Maria is from the project I’m currently working on with my meatbag, A Tale of Two Bards. I fought with Maria a lot on this one, which is pretty true to her character. White skin tones are hard, man. I also listened to a lot of Bob Dylan during, which I feel like helped me get into the spirit of that which is Maria. Also, I just can’t draw ladies. Sorry, ladies. If you like girls who know they are the main character of their story even if they aren’t the protagonist of the book, who love their dads and will join a gang when you aren’t looking, who have super cute noses… Maria is your mechanic and will gladly fix up your ship. EDIT: her skin was looking very carroty on my phone, so I fixed it up a bit.