I thought about turning tf2 mercs into OWLS. Since I love OWLS. My friend helped me with some of the species. So here we are.
1. Scout and Medic.
I thought about making Scout as a morepork and Medic as a barn owl. I love that moreporks are very fast and their looks are SO MUCH LIKE SCOUT, I LOOKED AT THEM AND THOUGHT IMMEDIATELY: that must be Scout.
2. Soldier
Soldier is a grey tawny owl! (If I remember its name right. Feel free to correct me). I chose this owl because they're quite stupid... :)
3. Pyro
As you can see on the picture, Pyro is a Madagascar barn owl. I chose it because their faces remind me of aliens and they're ginger. (Like fire!)
4. Demoman and Heavy
The first owl merc in my AU was Demoman of course... He is my little boo nsrs. I just felt like he is supposed to be a great horned owl, they look badass. About Heavy: he is an Ural owl, they are HUGE... And Russian. :D
5. Engineer
He is a scops owl! I don't know, it just fits him. My friend was searching for syches, but I thought that scops match him more.
6. Sniper
When I saw eastern screech owls, I thought about Spy, actually... Because they're good at camouflage in front of the trees, but then it won't just make any sence since a Scout is morepork so... That breed goes to Sniper. He needs to be able to hide easily anyways.
7. Spy
As the Scout, Spy is a morepork owl. Maybe it was suspicious for others, that two teamowls are the same breed, but then they just forgot about it.
I'm glad that you read this all! Shoutout to my friend @sargasz who helped me with finding species... Also it created a meme :D (we found a funny looking owl)
I was just messing around in Tf2 Loadout I made my au and oc versions of Sniper and Solider Jaxon Red Sniper and Hunter Blue Sniper and my au Blue Solider came out amazing he's a mixture of Ghost Recon crossed with a Wizard to be clear I ship my version of Solider with Jessre Doe my version of Solider is special to me and is a comfort character he's my and Jessre's everything.
Hunched he sat in a comfortable position at the bar counter. His eyes stared at the the bottles of hotel liquid behind the bar. A glass of bourbon in his hands. A bottle beside the glass sat. A little bit over 1/3 of it had been finished off. Dark green eyes just stared across the bar. His hands quietly tapped the glass rhythmically. Brow’s furrowed in a discontent manner. Blinking slowly he looked down at the glass. This was going to be a long night. Pulling up the sleeve to his coat he glanced at his wrist to check the time. It was only an hour off.
Behind the bar in the top right a TV flashed images and various news articles. Till it flashed a reporter. Logan glanced up seeing the familiar broadcast.
“One our away until the yearly Purge begins. We urge anyone not participaiting to stay indoors, lock or bar your windows and doors shut. The Purge is a reminder.....”
Logan spaced out to the broadcast looking back down at the glass and to the bottle. Pouring himself another glass and pushed the bottle away grimacing at the broadcast. Taking a sip from the glass he set it down and continued to space out.
Tonight was the night. It was going to be a rough night, he wasn't sure if he would die or survive tonight. Of course he had reason to be out tonight. A year ago, during the purge he had been with his family. Specifically his mother and Father. His father had been showing Logan something on the internet in the office down the hall. Their mother in kitchen preparing dinner. It had all happened so quick. Taken everyone off guard.
A mother is god in the eyes of a child. No matter what age. Even as an Adult. They are the one who bore them into the world, who carried them in their womb. Logans mother was very much that. He worshiped his mother, he would go to the moon and back for her if he had to. Their door had been busted in. Logan and his father only had moments to react to the noise before they heard the gunfire, followed by their mother’s agonizing wails from the kitchen.
A body guard by profession and thensome. Logan was the first to bolt out of the room. He flanked the two that had entered. He could just make out his mother on the floor of the kitchen, the thick blood pooling already. Logan didnt hesitate to draw his knife and jam one in the back of the assailant. Dropping him to the ground. Logan stumbled over the crumpling body. He staggered to reach out and grab the other man. Who had jumped away from the scene and already was booking it for the door.
Logan couldnt chase after him. He was already scrambling on hands and knees over to his mother. “ Mutter! Hold on...” He cringed placing a hand to the bullet wound to her chest. His father was already trying call the ambulance but it was pointless. All emergency responses were useless tonight.
Her breathing was ragged and short. “ Mein Junge....”
“ Nein... Wach bleiben mutter...” He said calmly. Trying his best to remain calm.
“Gut sein Logan...”
Logan winced swallowing the large lump in his throat. His eyes narrowed. His face strained and paled as he watched his mother fade away in his arms. “MUTTER!” He looked up at his father for any sort of help. His father stared wide eyed and speechless at his wife and son. Their beloved family member gone.
Logan had spent that whole night beside his mother, long after she grew cold and her complexion paled. He couldn't even move his mother out to a hospital. The two had to do it all when the purge was called in the morning. It was to late though, far to late. They dropped her body off, Logan covered in her blood, and his father had gone into shock. He remained at the hospital with his father for a few days and moved in with his father to keep him company.
Logan later found out the man he had stabbed was a renter from the apartment complex. That was all he needed to hunt down and find the partner that was with him, the one that got away. For a year Logan concentrated on honing his skills to turn him into a lethal killer.
Thirty minutes left till the sirens would sound. Logan stood slowly. The bar tender taking away the bottel Logan had been working on “ Stay safe....” they said. Logan smirked shaking his head and left the money and a sizable tip before walking out of the hotel and out onto the empty streets.
Pulling out his phone he dialed a number and began to walk down the block. “Vater.... You okay?” He asked kindly “ Yah.. yah I’ll be home in a few” he said looking up and down the uncomfortably empty streets “ Zhere is somezhing I must do zhough” he responded to his father on the other end. “ Yah. Ich liebe dich, Lock zhe doors incase....” he said calmly and ended the call pocketing his phone and walked into the alley way where his car was parked.
Logan opened up the trunk to the BMW M4. There lay two assault rifles and a handful of handguns and a backpack of ammo. Logan needed to prepare for tonight, he needed more then what he wanted in case he got stuck somewhere or came under fire. He also pulled out a some body armor. Peeling off his Pi coat he pulled on the body armor. Making sure the velcro was tight and secure. He then pulled the Pi coat back on. Running a hand through his messy black hair he sighed heavily. He began to carefully pace two handguns on himself in quick, accessible places. and put the other two handguns in the backpack. He pulled the backpack out the trunk and shut it. Walking up to the driver-side he got in and put the backpack on the passenger side. Logan left the door open for now as he pulled out a carton of cigarettes. Placing one between his lips. He lit it up and took in a long deep inhale. Blowing out a thick cloud of smoke and leaned back in the seat closing his eyes and drifted off for only a moment.
Loan jolted awake with the first sounding of the sirens. It had grown dark. The sirens echoed through the street. As if on que the first sound of gunfire sounded off. Echoing off the buildings and down the streets. Logan sighed heavily and closed his door and started the engine. It roared to life, growling low. Revving the engine he slowly pulled forward and out of the alley way and began to drive down the scarce street eyes peeled for any danger as he began his venture to his destination.
