Tell us about your OCs pls.
Man anon I have a literal binder full of them, I barely know where to begin! Though most are actually RP characters, given I played D&D, WoD, WoW, and various other games from age 12 to 29, so weeding those out doesn’t leave a lot.
Most of those it does leave are from Fivecollar, a werewolf story that I’m gonna get back to work on after I finish & deliver my current trash fire of a novel. Funny thing is these are all derived from RP characters too, but they and their setting have been fundamentally changed in enough ways that they’re more original than derivative now.
Malachai Douglas is a vicious bitch. He’s a born shapeshifter which is a rare and extremely deliberate thing whose very existence makes him a target for spirits that want to either eat, serve, or enthrall him. He can shift easier than regular skinwalkers but his metabolism is ridiculous, like Michael Phelps ludicrous, and he has trouble digesting things that aren’t meat. Though he was born nearly blind due to his albinism, his mother made a deal with a powerful demon to give him exceptional vision. When he’s not out werewolfing he’s a small-time contract killer who eats his hits whenever possible. He’s domineering, sadistic, tempestuous, violent, staggeringly charismatic, vainglorious, cunning, highly protective of his boys, and one Hell of a snappy dresser.
Mason is a tall ginger from Coventry who acts as Mal’s second in command and service top. He originally turned to occultism and skinwalking for revenge (which he’ll be the first to point out is cliché) and got sucked in deeper and deeper into debt with the demonic entities the pack’s cult/sect (the Hellhounds) serve. Mason is sort of like a salesman for slash genie from Hell: he “grants wishes” (usually the kind that end up with someone maimed or dead) in exchange for consigning souls over to his masters. As part of this he has a strong relationship with the pack’s spirit overseer, but Alan ends up supplanting him in that role, which Mason is NOT happy about. His even keel, long-term thinking, and a close bond allow him to balance out Mal’s explosive temper. That long-term thinking and the machinations of his nemesis are what lead him to discover their cult’s innermost secrets. He is a bit of a firebug.
Darren Weaver is Diné from the rez, a talented metalsmith who turns scrap metal into works of terrible, chaotic beauty. He became a skinwalker as a desperate, last-ditch attempt to save himself when he contracted tuberculosis; the demon that he made the pact with cured that but not his type 1 diabetes. He’s impatient though not as hotheaded about it as Mal, and is often the one to talk common sense when the others are going off the rails. This is not the stoic, gracefully-suffering disabled person trope you’re looking for. He’s the pack’s heavy hitter – a bit like the Hulk if Bruce Banner were extremely bitter about everything. Considering he can’t wear an insulin pump or take medication now he has a right to be bitter, honestly. Darren has strong opinions on a lot of things, but he knows how to pick his battles better than any of the rest of these yahoos.
Jeremy “Highball” Twardowsi is a biracial genderfluid runaway whose life is a series of exponentially more horrible choices. He has a rare gift with the guitar but he’s fucked up his life too badly to go anywhere but down. He’s a junkie, streetwalker, flaky liar, career criminal, and generally an unhinged party animal doing a very bad job of coping with a lot of severe trauma, but for all that he cares deeply about his friends and packmates and will go to great lengths to help them out. Highball considers himself (or herself, depending on the day) a “guardian angel” for fellow sex workers in the city, meaning he kills and eats trouble johns. He was railroaded into becoming a skinwalker by the Brotherhood of Lycaon – a rival sect – but Malachai “liberated” and converted him.
Alan Dorner (whose name I think needs changing) is way too young for any of this shit. He and his mother used to move constantly to avoid his father, but eventually dear old Dad caught up with them. Turns out he was a skinwalker; he killed Alan’s mother and forced him to become one too, but he couldn’t control the boy and wound up dead at Alan’s new claws. The pack found him, took him in, and indoctrinated him thoroughly. Alan has a rare gift: he’s a trueseer, meaning he can see normally-invisible phenomena like auras, the seams of skinwalkers’ pelts, spirits possessing the living, tears in the fabric between worlds, etc, plus he’s a fairly reliable lie detector. The pack’s overseer prefers to use him as its mouthpiece, a high honour. All that plus high school, yay!
Those are the protagonists. They are not the good guys.
Noah Pierce-Kelly is Mason’s nemesis, a snobby, smarmy trust fund kid from New England and occult investigator for the Brotherhood of Lycaon. He’s after the Hellhounds’ secrets and unfortunately for everyone involved, he finds them. (He and Mason may or may not literally hatefuck at some point in the story.)
Rowland Campbell III was Mason’s mentor and remains a valuable contact for the pack, as he’s a very old and very knowledgeable Hellhound ritualist. He has other ties to the pack as well but that’s spoiler territory. He’s stodgy, sardonic, manipulative, and has an aggravating habit of changing subjects abruptly, only to eventually tie it back into the original point.
There are more but I’ve gotta be up in five hours, qq!
{ETA} I LIED HERE’S SOME MORE
Malhavoc Silvergrin was a member of an original race called Stormbringers who looked pretty human but were long-lived, regenerated some, and could manipulate storms and lightning. He was proud, capricious, consumed with hatred for humans, murderous as all get-out, but fair-minded in his own way. He had a dark elf companion who shared his extreme misanthropy and kinda fancied him but Malhavoc had no interest in that sort of thing. Kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day.
Malhavvoc Silvergrin on the other hand pretty much only shares the original’s name, fabulous platinum blond hair, capriciousness, and code of honour. Havvoc was a schizophrenic Blood Knight and my Token Straight Guy, and also a prim virgin. He found himself a priestling along the Dead Scar and literally went, “You, you’re my priest now, I’m keeping you,” and dude was like “k”. Lo and befuckinghold they went and fell in love while Havvoc danced around it being all weirded out because dude was a dude, but eventually he got over it and they got married, and he became one of like THREE characters I’ve had in my LIFE that got to live happily ever after.
