so uhhh i was playing around with picrew and made three new OCs
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aralyn reda is a famous singer, songwriter, cookie baker, and assassin (known by some very different groups of people). she can cry on command but 99% of the time she cries because she saw a guinea pig tiktok that was sooo cute. she has four of her own who are named daffodil, daisy, dandelion, and daylily. she loves the aesthetic of a fireplace but smoke makes her cough (undiagnosed adult-onset asthma). lizards scare her but she's been bitten by insects she picked up randomly at least seven times. her tā moko and the white streaks in her hair glow under blacklight. she always walks on berry's blind side and holds his hand when they're out and about.
berry atin can't be trusted around any bite-sized fruit because it will be totally gone before you can blink. he's got dad vibes through and through. "that's not going anywhere" when tying something down, beers at the grill, the whole planet hears when he sneezes. he's cried watcing 'ratatouille' three times. his quality of life improved drastically once he was able to start medication for an underactive thyroid and IBS. usually he's good about his ISB-safe diet but once in a while he needs to be stupid. he's two years older than the others, and they call him ori'vod as often as his name (he calls them little shits when he's truly angry with them and it makes them scatter immediately).
prey drive narser loves chasing things and has a working dog instinct to chase down people and round them up to do their assigned tasks. he and berry are the heads of aralyn's security team. prey drive manages them like it's a life and death situation at all times and genuinely has fun with it. people running away from him triggers his - you guessed it! - prey drive. he also runs recreationally, even when it's not strictly fun he finds it stimulating. he has thorn tattoos winding up from his right fingers and around his arm to a cluster of roses on his shoulder. he eats salt-and-vinegar chips by the family-sized bag and nobody's brave enough to ask him to share.
Based on @cacodaemonia‘s art of Wooley here. Slasher is @alamogirl80‘s sweet medic oc that I adore. I hope you both like it
This is vaguely (hand-wavily) placed in The Reconstruction Corps AU but also has a sprinkling of my own au in it. Like Wooley’s backstory and his batchmates (there are 10 of them split into two squads of five).
For reference, I took Wooley’s backstory of being a POW and made it a bit hurtier and make more sense in my mind with his presence in canon. Wooley and his squad were assigned to a different battalion than the 212th under Commander Rill and General Tamor (both of whom are my ocs). Tamor was killed in the battle, and Commander Rill, along with about fifty of his men, were captured. The Separatist General used Rill’s men (including Wooley and his squad) to try to coax Rill into giving away GAR intel and then selling the survivors to Trandoshans. They believe Rill was killed. Wooley, Cyan, and six others were the only ones to be rescued by the 212th and eventually joined Ghost Company.
Also, this scene might actually end up being a part of my longfic if I end up liking it and it fits.
I wrote most of this late at night, so if it doesn’t make sense, let me know 😅
Wooley strapped on each piece of armor, making sure the mag-seals all connected correctly without any risk of coming undone. It was a ritual every clone had learned to do at a young age, only now he had more pieces to put on. ARC armor was heavier than regular infantry armor, and it showed. Especially with the kama and the shoulder guards. There was also the added weight of knowing that more lives relied on him to come up with plans on the spot and get everyone out of danger. Or as many as he possibly could. That was one of the lessons he’d learned during ARC training: you can’t save everyone, no matter how much you wish you could.
This particular armoring was different though. This one was special in the same way that armoring up in his whites for the first time was special and the way that painting his armor for the first time was special.
After failing to complete ARC training the first time and having to relive some of his worst memories the second time, Wooley knew he’d earned both his armor and the jaig eyes painted on the chest-piece.
The door opened and Cyan entered the room. The last member of Green Squad besides Wooley himself.
“If you stand around preening any more, your bucket won’t fit on your head,” Cyan sniped.
Wooley sighed. Cyan hadn’t forgiven him for accepting the promotion to ARC. He’d become overprotective from the moment that their other three squad members had been taken from them and likely sold to the Trandoshans for their awful hunting arenas. Wooley didn’t like to think of what had happened to them after that. It hurt too much.
“Cyan . . “ Wooley started, but Cyan interrupted him with a shake of his head.
“Commander Cody told me to tell you that there’s a briefing on the bridge in twenty. He wants you there a few minutes early.”
Before Wooley had even opened his mouth to acknowledge the message, Cyan was gone, the door swishing shut behind him and leaving Wooley alone to his thoughts.
He understood the reason why Cyan was upset, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. ARCs were sent on dangerous missions, usually with only a squad or another ARC as backup. He was trained for this, but that training was hard-earned.
The first time he’d gone to ARC training, Wooley had nearly made it all the way through before they’d reached the training for Protocol When Captured by Enemy Combatants.
"As ARC troopers, you will regularly be working with Generals and Commanders on highly classified missions. You will know information that the Separatists will want, no matter what. My job is to make sure you won't break if you get captured. Who can tell me what kind of methods they might use to try to get classified information from you?" Alpha-17 asked as he stood in front of Wooley’s fellow trainees.
The standard responses were immediately thrown out as well as some more bizarre ones that were technically possible but definitely unlikely in an actual situation. Starvation, dehydration, extreme temperatures, pain, isolation and more.
17 nodded as the answers began to trickle to a stop. Wooley barely noticed over the roar in his ears and the memories that flashed through his mind. None of these ARC candidates really understood what it was like to be captured by the Separatists. They didn’t understand their cruelty. Or the pain they caused.
Wooley usually asked questions and provided thoughtful, detailed answers to any questions that 17 might toss out. Today, he was silent. Until now.
Wooley took a small step forward and a deep breath.
"They'll use your brothers against you," Wooley said, clear and loud enough for everyone to hear. There was a stiff sharpness from the way he was desperately clinging to every ounce of his control. "Everything that might be done to you will be done to them but worse. Not even your death will spare them. The Separatists will use every resource available to them to pry the information out of you. They will do everything to you."
17 had called Cody to get the full story and 17, Cody, the 212th CMO, and Wooley all agreed that he would return to the 212th for a while. He had the makings of a great ARC candidate, 17 had said, but Wooley had needed to heal a bit first. He’d eventually gone back and completed the full ARC training program with a lot of support from his fellow ARC candidates and even 17 himself.
The armor was special. He’d earned it, and it was the first time he would be wearing said armor with the 212th. Wooley grabbed his spare power packs for his blasters and stared at them for a minute, thinking. Remembering.
The door slid open again, and Wooley looked up, hoping that Cyan wasn’t back to potentially start another fight. All of the tension bled out of his shoulders when he saw Slasher in the doorway, a look of concern in his eyes.
“I just passed Cyan. Are you okay?” Slasher asked.
Wooley shrugged. He knew he and Cyan needed to have a conversation at some point and work out the differences between them. Wooley knew it was all due to his brother’s overprotectiveness since he was older than Wooley and they’d already lost Talla, Kita, and Maie.
“I’m okay. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me for becoming an ARC and putting myself in danger. Although I think he’s mostly angry at Commander Cody now,” Wooley said as he slid the spare power pack into the correct pouch. He dropped his eyes away from Slasher and fiddled with his glove, even though he’d put it on a couple of minutes ago and it was perfect already.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’re going to do some pretty great things as an ARC. You’ve survived so much already, and I know that you’re going to do amazing,” Slasher said, walking over to pull Wooley into a proper hug.
Wooley leaned gratefully into his friend’s warmth and support. His eyes slid shut and he wrapped his own arms around Slasher, sinking into the offered comfort. Slasher always gave the best hugs, and Wooley was not shy about taking advantage of that particular talent.
“And the armor is pretty badass,” Slasher added.
With a snort and a chuckle, Wooley stepped back and turned to finish putting on his armor, Slasher stepping forward to help. “Apparently I’m needed on the bridge. I’ll see you later?” he said as he tucked his bucket under his arm.
“Always,” Slasher replied and knocked his vambrace against Wooley’s. “Go show off your new armor, Wooley. I know you’ve been eager to this whole time.”
Wooley grinned and tossed a casual salute towards Slasher before striding out into the corridor. He had earned the armor twice over. He absolutely deserved to show it off.
Steven: a-as I said I never knew my universe's version of you. He died pulling me from the van after a crash before it blew up behind him.
Wow, kid, I'm sorry about that. I don't know what else to say.
If your Greg was anything like me then he loved you more than anything. He wanted only what's best for you. He wanted you to be happy and always surrounded by people who love and care for you.
Wherever he is, I'm sure he's still loving you and is proud of everything you do. Even when you make mistakes. Because mistakes are how we learn. I've made more than a few in my life. It made me the man I am today and every experience you have, good and bad, is making you the person you are.
Whatever happens in your life, your dad would want you to be loved, be happy, and always be true to yourself.
I can only speak for myself, but, I wouldn't want you to be sad that I'm gone, but happy that you're alive and I gave you the best chance to live. I'd also say that, while I don't want you to be sad, I'd understand if you are sometimes. Feelings are complicated like that. You gotta let them out from time to time.
And if you want to get to know your Greg better? Well ... listen to his music. If he was like me then he put a lot of his heart into that. And talk to the people who knew him, anyone who has a story, good, bad, funny, embarrassing, or whatever, as long as it's real. You'll know him that way. And look up the song "Mr Universe" by a person called Kerry Moonbeam.
If you can get all that, then you'll know Greg. You'll know him about as well as anyone could. As long as you remember that guy, he won't really be gone. He'll always be with you and he'll always be loving you.
Lysandra had been leading Ethan, and Coco through the piles of high stacked metal for what seemed like hours. Where were they? The junk yard that Lysandra’s uncle owned. Broken machines everywhere with piles of glass sitting around which Lysandra took it apon her self to show the pair all of her “ glassy friends” as to what they thought by now is were she would kill them. At first Ethan and Coco did not trust Lysandra when she said she had a surprise for them waiting in her junk yard. They only came after she made the promise of them getting weed out of this.
Lysandra: Were here dipsticks.
Coco: What am I looking at.
Lysandra pulled out some keys before unlocking a door.
Lysandra: Welcome to my free candy van children. Now get in.
Ethan: Okay now I totally think your gonna kill us.
Coco: Same.
Lysandra playfully punched the pair in the arms.
Lysandra: No dudes I have to die first remember that's the deal. But nah this is kinda like my home away from home.
Coco: So you live in a big broken down van that looks like it was forcefully combined with another van and it sits on a hill looking over a scrap yard.
Ethan: I’ m so jealous right now. I wanna live in a 2van sandwich.
Lysandra: Yo don’t diss my pad man or your not getting weed plus do you know how long it took me to weld two fucking vans together. Then to get the ac working along with the, radio, and working electricity.
Coco: You know if you weren’t busy trying to kill your self you would be the biggest genius on the planet.
Ethan: Your like doctor Frankenstein over here welding two vans together to make a really cool tiny home. Also you said you got running electricity plus earlier you said you had wifi where we were going.
Lysandra: Yep my van is like my tiny apartment and I don’t have to pay rent cause I work for my uncle here at the junk yard. I mean it’s cool I guess there’s also a lot of glass and I’m aloud to make whatever I want. And yes there’s wifi Ethan now get in you dorks.
Lysandra quickly pushed the boys into the van before crawling in.
Ethan: Are these vans swat vans or something cause there really big. Like how can we stand in these?
Lysandra: I don’t really know I just know I can walk in my van and not have to crouch.
Lysandra tossed a green bag over to the two along with some beers.
Coco: So what do you do if you have to use the bathroom?
Lysandra glanced up from her beer.
Lysandra: I’m not a animal dude my uncle had a couple of his friends fix the water system and stuff in a trailer near here so I use that. That’s actually were I live you know but I like my van more. Plus~
Lysandra took the time to pull out a freshly rolled blunt then light it.
Lysandra: This is were I hide the good stuff.
She tossed the blunt over to Ethan who gladly took it before lighting another one to give to Coco.
Coco looked down at the blunt in his hands.
Coco: Vivians so totally gonna kill me if she finds out .
Lysandra gave a small chuckle.
Lysandra: Don’t worry fellow members of the green squad! What happens in the van stays in the van. Now who wants to play a game of cards~
Steven: H-Hello mr universe, sorry about the big ask ahead of time. I know this must be weird for you especially with what's going on now but I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about yourself. See in my universe I'm an orphan because you saved me from a crash in your last moments. I never met you myself and have only heard stories and even asked stevonnie about you.
Wow, kid, I'm sorry.
Hey, don't you ever feel bad about asking questions. Any problems I might be having shouldn't stop me from helping someone who needs it.
I don't know what to say. I like to keep things simple. I got my van, I got my carwash. Life is pretty free and easy for me.
I was gonna be a rock star for, like, five minutes. My manager, Marty (he's dead to me now) was really upset when I quit, but I had to. The universe was telling me where I needed to be. That was with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, Rose Quartz. I'm guessing your mom was someone else. Love can be pretty funny like that. What attracts one person, might not attract another.
I love Steven and I want what's best for him. I work to make sure he's got the best life I can give him. His house, the life with the Gems, freedom to explore the world in his own way and discover the person he wants to be, rather than who others force him to be, by restricting every little bit of free thought he has ... well, we don't need to get into all that.
I might not be able to do much for them when it comes to Gem stuff, but I always try and be there for all the human stuff. I always give it my all in that.
If your Greg is anything like me, then I know what he would want, more than anything, is for you to be happy with who you are. That you're always being the person you want to be.
Project Crown is going to have an expansive cast, consisting mostly of identical clones. This will be a sort of masterlist of characters, to be updated as more are introduced / developed.
Main Characters (aka Point of View characters)
Kyr (more formally Kyr'bes) / CT-0918 is the Crown Squad squad lead. Designated as infantry. Characterized by hard-headedness, bossiness, and the tendency to mother hen over his batchmates.
Course / CT-4224 is the Crown Squad medic. Characterized by standoffishness, a flat tone, and general lack of emotional expression.
Physically, he stands about a half inch taller than the average clone trooper.
Shock (formerly 48) / CT-4844 is the middle-child of the Crown Squad batch. Originally designated as a heavy gunner, but moved to infantry due to delayed growth as a cadet. Characterized by a disregard for typical protocol, adrenaline-seeking, and a talent for winging it.
Physically, 48 has a genetic mutation resulting in gray eyes.
8ball / CT-0980 (sometimes called "Eighty") is Crown Squad's scout. Originally infantry track, but moved to the scout track following 48's detracking. 8ball is characterized by a need for independence, a flippant attitude toward figures of authority, and a hatred for sitting still.
Physically, he is about a half inch shorter than the average clone trooper.
Myth (more formally Mythos) / CT-1929 is the Crown Squad information analyst. Characterized by high social anxiety, a hard time hiding his emotions, and a strong desire to learn.
Secondary Characters
Green Squad - Crown Squad's "sister-squad" so to speak; Green Squad was decanted shortly before Crown Squad, but any exercise requiring a full unit often had their squads paired together, due to Green Squad's unique ability to work together with the Crowns. They are an extraordinarily tight-knit squad of batchmates. They are a bit mischievous in their own right, with their most notorious trick being the "Green Squad Classic", wherein one trooper pretends to be another to confuse others and get out of trouble. Even their names—Punch, Push, Punt, Pull, and Pinch—are designed to aid the confusion. "Are you sure Punt pushed you, or was it Punch?"
Punch is a heavy gunner and squad lead. Push is infantry, Punt is an ordnance specialist, Pull is an information analyst, and Pinch is infantry.
Trip is the Orbit-squad scout, one of only three scouts in in Lt. Baati's platoon. Friendly with 8ball.
Lieutenant Baati is the primary officer over Crown Squad. He is a worrier first and foremost. Having lost the rest of his squad in the First Battle of Geonosis, he prefers to play it safe over taking risks.
