#c: queen

[eldritchx]

More tua oc bullshit. sinclair is a very fascinating character I can't wait to get into :3c

[eldritchx]

Writing my guys. #myguys

[eldritchx]

Rambling about my TUA OCS because I'm cringe and free:

Seven children with special abilities are adopted by a large corporation known as "WOLF". A secret organization dedicated to illegal science experiments and advanced technology. The Seven are WOLF's greatest weapons yet, and they're used, manipulated and tortured into doing whatever they ask — ranging from theft, destruction of evidence to assassinations.

+ The Seven do not know their old identities or where they came from. They don't know the extent of their powers either due to WOLF monitoring them. They don't even know about the other children born with powers like them.

Queen - he/him + sound wave/electric manipulation; seen as the "leader" of his group. Queen can handle stressful situations and organize missions pretty easily, which is why he's the man most people turn to. He burdens himself with a lot, which has made him really withdrawn and depressed. The only joy in his life are his friends. Might have some issues with dehumanizing himself.

Dragon - she/her + fire manipulation; incredibly anxious and off-putting, Dragon has a hard time controlling her powers due to her emotions and trauma. While she's a really good teammate and smart in her own way, she's definitely the most skittish out of everyone — which isn't the best mix with someone who can breathe fire hot enough to melt the floor.

Silver (she) & Power (he) + can switch bodies consciously, mental manipulation / mind control; having a special connection since birth despite never meeting each other, Power and Silver are definitely the most close compared to everyone else. They're absolute goofballs and drive the scientists who study them crazy with their abilities.

+ Silver is very street smart, Power is very book smart. They both blend pretty well despite their contrasting personalities and ideals.

Cerberus - any/all + shape shifting, healing, body regeneration; Cerberus is a very interesting character, mostly because their face is constantly changing. They're very headstrong and opinionated, going against WOLF multiple times without caring of the consequences. They're very loyal and would die for their friends, even if they drive them crazy.

Valkyrie - she/her + super strength/durability + telekinesis & communicate with the dead; the most quiet and brash out of everyone. Val loves her friends but too much has happened to her for her to properly socialize. She does the job and keeps to herself. Everyone worries for her but they can't do much.

Scythe - he/him + super speed; a deceased member of Seven. Scythe was one of WOLF's greatest fighters, but once it was discovered he had the ability to time travel through his power, WOLF captured him. He escaped before they could exploit him and killed himself to escape their grasp. He has no interest in talking to Valkyrie, and she doesn't either.

Additional:

Leviathan (or Zara) - she/her + no powers, but mutated ... sort of; a secret agent set out to assassinate the Seven. However, she's not very good at her job and basically gets adopted into the group.

Feel free to ask questions tee hee 🤭🤭🤭

[eldritchx]

wow. Tua OCS !!!! guy is Queen (he/him) and masked fellow is Cerberus (any pronouns). They both have powers and are weaponized by a corporation to do totally legal things.

Queen has sound / electric manipulation and Cerberus can shape shift. It's definitely more complicated than that but I'll get into that someday. 🤫

[artsy-sunny]

im about to interrupt the riddle school posting with some oc posting you guys are gonna have to forgive me.

[demicropsia]

[ahtohallanhq]

you do not want to be here. everything in you tells you to go back home, to your kingdom and to the safety of your walls — where no one will find out your secret. however, the kingdom insisted you be kept safe should something befall them, for they can’t lose you the way they lost your parents. you’re biding your time until you can go home, but something about the island calls you.

❧  QUEEN ELSA ÀRNADALR

age & birthdate: 26

birthplace: KINGDOM OF ARENDELLE

occupation: QUEEN OF ARENDELLE

time in ahtohallan: TWO WEEKS

faceclaim: MILENA TSCHARNTKE

❧ BEFORE AHTOHALLAN

elsa was born on a winter solstice amidst the worst snow storm arendelle had seen in a century. deep snow piles trapped everyone inside and fierce winds threatened to tear the roofs off their homes. it raged late into the night, until the cry of king agnarr and queen iduna’s first child echoed through the castle and brought it to a standstill. the northern lights lit up the dark for the young princess and her parents knew from that moment on that she would be special. it’s been said that none of the thirteen kingdoms have as deep a connection to the magic that runs through the land as arendelle — a claim that proved to ring true the night of elsa’s birth.

the king and queen tried to keep their eldest daughter’s magic a secret from anyone outside the family, but elsa’s powers only grew as she got older. what began as a flurry of snowflakes that erupted from her sneezes quickly developed into intricate ice patterns that could cover whole rooms and gentle snowfalls that appeared with just a wave of her hand. her parents were certain that she would become a powerful queen one day, and her little sister absolutely idolized her. she and anna were as close as could be and known among the castle staff for sneaking out of bed to play for hours into the night. it was on one of those midnight adventures that elsa learned just how dangerous her magic could be.

one poorly aimed icy blast nearly killed her sister and left elsa horrified with herself. any memory of her powers were wiped from anna’s mind, the only trace left of the incident being a streak of white in her hair. nothing was the same after that night. per the trolls’ advice, king agnarr and queen iduna reduced their staff, closed the palace off, and separated the sisters indefinitely. her parents said it was just until she learned to master her magic, but that day never came. as the years passed, the control she had over her powers only worsened. the king procured enchanted gloves to help, but they couldn’t always be relied on to contain her icy outbursts. elsa learned to live through the multitude of books that lined her walls and a singular window that served as her only access to the outside world.

she was nineteen when her parents sailed away on a trip and never came back. when she heard the news, a part of her died with them. her heart broke and it took a month for the ice to recede from the walls of her room. in the years that followed elsa dedicated herself to her studies. she memorized and perfected everything she’d need as arendelle’s future ruler. since her coronation, she’s become known through the thirteen kingdoms as a reserved, but kind queen. the mystery of her gloves became the source of rumors at the beginning of her reign, but by now her people have learned not to question their queen about it.

when a darkness began to plague the lands, queen elsa sent her sister to ahtohallan for protection. as much as it felt like she was pushing anna away again, it was also an opportunity to provide the younger girl with the freedom she’d craved for years. when the mysterious plague reached their borders, arendelle’s council of elders voted to send their queen to the island as well. elsa strongly protested the decision, but they refused to risk losing her.

❧ AFTER ARRIVAL

the entire situation has set her on edge and each day she hopes to hear that she’s free to return to arendelle — to the safety of her castle, where she can better protect her secret. although she knows anna hopes that ahtohallan will be their chance to reconnect, elsa still fears that getting close will only end with her sister hurt again. she longs for her kingdom to call its queen home, but instead she’s begun to feel a strange calling to the island. a pull north that she can’t explain and refuses to acknowledge.

❧ CONNECTIONS

PRINCESS ANNA — sister your little sister, how you wish you could tell her the truth, but your mother and father made sure she would forget and never again know. you’d hate to disrespect their wishes. you can tell she thinks this is a new page for you, but your gloves stay firmly on.

HONEYMAREN NATTURA — friend it’s been years since you’ve had a friend in someone, and this one actually feels real. you worry if you tell her the truth about you, she’ll leave, so in the meantime you stay blissfully in your lie in order to keep this warm friendship you’ve come to cherish.

THE ROLE OF QUEEN ELSA IS CLOSED

[detwmi-swht]

Who is the monster? |Vincent|Gaspard|Queen|Jeffrey|

“Busca en el mundo el lugar para ti”, aquella era una de las lecciones que sus padres le inculcaron a través de los años que estuvo con ellos. Sin embargo Jeffrey no podía encajar en ningún lugar, aprendió por la experiencia que estar solo es lo mejor, tenerse a sí mismo antes de a cualquier otra persona. Y que siendo un Wendigo el único contacto humano que podía tener era para alimentarse. El bosque siempre había sido su lugar favorito, siendo una bestia podía ocultarse en las sombras, justo debajo de la luz de la luna todas las personas dejaban caer sus barreras, sus emociones salían a jugar con su olfato, todo era real, la mejor forma para cazar, para encontrar a su víctima; Vulnerable, solitaria, sin rumbo. Cazar era lo único que tenía, no era un humano, no tenía nada que ver con sus conductas, incluso sus emociones; No había nada en él que lo atara a su humanidad, había dejado que el Wendigo en él tomara todo el control, que tomara todo lo que él era y lo redujera a un monstruo, pero estaba feliz por ello, nadie nunca le quiso así que esperaba que todos murieran, uno por uno deseaba acabar con cada humano existente.

Desde aquella fiesta que terminó en una masacre no sólo le consiguió más comida, sino que lo puso en evidencia ante más criaturas, humanos, cazadores; Nada eso era bueno para su dieta específica, pero no era algo por elección, necesitaba alimentarse. Ocultado en el bosque capturó a una chica que iba por callejones solitarios, seguramente algún alma torturada o una idiota triste porque su novio la dejó por otra con senos más grandes. No le importaba su historia sólo necesitaba de su tristeza para disfrutar su cena, sin embargo en medio del bosque comenzó a escuchar ruidos, el crujiente sonido de la capa de hojas en el suelo, eran dos personas, pero sus olores eran similares. Terminó por tomar parte de la chica pero dejar más de la mitad, los pasos se escuchaban más cerca, estaba seguro, eran dos personas pero una tenía una masa corporal menor y su nivel hormonal era mayor; Un adolecente. Espero trepado en un árbol, las sombras aparecieron entre las tinieblas: Un hombre de alrededor de cuarenta, un joven de no más de diecisiete años, ambos empezaban a darse cuenta del olor a sangre, pero el hombre llevaba un arco y el chico al igual pero de menor tamaño. — Cazadores. — Musitó el castaño para sí mismo, sin embargo notó algo, la forma del más joven tomando el arco, su mano temblaba, podía asegurar que era un padre cazador enseñando las tradiciones a su hijo. Jeffrey embozaba una sonrisa traviesa, como un niño pensando en hacer maldades, sin embargo esos pensamientos eran potencialmente letales en la mente del Wendigo. Escuchó el pequeño grito del chico, seguramente ya habían visto a la chica hecha pedazos, el sonido del corazón del menor llegó sus sentidos, casi podía saborear su miedo. El hombre sacó una pistola de su pantalón, negra, simple, de no más de diez disparos. Puede notar la experiencia del cazador por las cosas que observa en el cuerpo, de alguna forma logra identificar la clase de ataque y no se limita a esa oportunidad para  enseñar a su hijo. Le explica cosas para encontrar a criaturas que hacen ese daño, de la misma forma le explica que hay criaturas que sólo están vivas para matar humanos y que su deber era exterminarlos. Entre las ramas Jeffrey trata de no explotar en carcajadas.

En un momento siente un disparo en su abdomen, el penetrante dolor que entra por su costado pero no sale del otro lado. Comprende que aquella noche no sería tranquila, salta de una rama a otra ocultándose de los cazadores, sabe que aquél hombre no es de confiarse, sin embargo quiere jugar con ambos. Pasan unos minutos en el silencio, el mayor comienza a dar instrucciones a su hijo, su corazón está a poco de la taquicardia. — ¡Más vale que salgas, bestia! — Grita el hombre, su hijo alterado sólo apunta a las copas de los árboles sin buena puntería. Jeffrey comienza a reír, el sonido penetrante de su alegría se escucha en todas partes. — ¿Acaso me vas a volver a disparar? — Comienza a decir, pero nuevamente la voz del Wendigo se escucha por todos lados. — Bang bang. — Musita, el hombre dispara pero éste no da si quiera en la dirección donde se encuentra Jeffrey. — Bang bang. — Vuelve a decir burlón, y es cuando sale de la copa de un árbol para tomar parte de la cabeza del hombre y levantarlo del suelo, haciéndolo desaparecer entre las hojas de los árboles. El grito del hombre sólo se escucha por un segundo antes de ser callado por el silencio. El chico comienza a aclamar por el nombre de su padre, sus lágrimas caen pero su arco apunta. Jeffrey se aleja un poco para tirar el cuerpo del mayor sobre el suelo, con el movimiento de su cuello seccionó todo nervio por debajo de su cabeza, matándolo instantáneamente. Comenzó a buscar algunas ramas mientras estaba pendiente del corazón más joven, seguía agitado, aterrado, podía saborear su piel entre sus dientes, estaba excitado por la idea. Con dos ramas grandes clavó el cuerpo del mayor en la tierra, siendo una clase estacas cruzadas para sujetar el peso muerto del cazador, observó su rostro un momento, esa expresión en su rostro era la definición de la falta de esperanza, su expresión favorita en el mundo. Con sus garras comenzó a desgarrar la piel del hombre, sacando toda de su tórax y comiendo ésta como un bocadillo. Sintió la bala en su costado salir por sí misma, su piel contrayéndose para cerrarse, le dolería un par de horas más, pero al menos su curación era mejor que antes.

El chico sigue caminando hasta que ve la silueta extraña de una persona, pero tiene una posición casi imposible para un cuerpo, su miedo crece a cada paso, pero cubre su boca cuando ve el rostro de su progenitor sin la piel de su cuerpo, con la expresión de mayor dolor existente, sus lágrimas con inevitables. Jeffrey se acerca paso a paso, el menor lo escucha y le advierte no acercarse con el arco. — Un cazador, una prueba de justicia en el mundo sobrenatural, su hijo, lleno de inocencia, lleno de potencial. No son más que un dolor de bolas. — Frunce el ceño y una flecha se dirige a su cara pero con el movimiento de su mano ésta se detiene en su palma, cayendo al suelo como si sólo hubiese sido un avión de papel chocando contra una pared de hormigón. — Tú padre debió enseñarte mejor. — Se acerca más y los gritos del chico aumentan, molestando el sensible oído del Wendigo, lo sujeta por su cabeza y con la otra mano en su abdomen, haciendo fuerza para partir su cuerpo en dos por el cuello, levanta la cabeza decapitada y la exprime en su boca, sacando el jugo de ésta. Otro par de pies caminando entre las hojas se acerca. — ¿Acaso la gente es estúpida? — Pensando en que deberían hacer caso en las advertencias de los policías de la cuidad, suspira dejando caer la cascara anatómica que lo que solía ser un humano. Mira la silueta de la persona y sonríe al saber quién es. — ¿Te unes a la fiesta? —