#oc athene

[y0llka]

Some old Annie sketches from October 2023 i wanna reupload

Kinda cringe but i like em,,

[mlynarswife]

The Guardian Angel

[Start] - [2]

A/N: This series covers the Guardian life of my Guardian OC. We start in the dark ages and make our way closer to the present season slowly but surely with each new chapter, hope you enjoy!

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Yet again I write to you, only this time it is for a different reason, unlike the last.This time I would like to tell you of the Guardian who you are never told of the story of. You know her as Angel.

Why out of all the fallen would I tell you about her? I have my reasons. I do hope you'll learn from her life, if more people do then Humanity might just prosper forever.

Now, let's start from the beginning. Where her pain began and what set her path to be the one she had tread without hesitation despite her fears.

Listen well Guardian,

-S

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Snow glistened over tall mountain peaks covering the floor in white, erasing what life might have been there before. Amongst this bleak emptiness a single mechanical entity hovered, scanning for the singular reason of it's purpose. A candidate who had the potential to wield the Light. 

Flying over it picked up on a strange sense, as if that particular direction was trying to pull it to that location. The machine didn't have any other lead so it followed that feeling, like a moth drawn to the flame it heeded the calling. Soon a storm brewed, a blizzard with daunting gales that threatened to blow away the machine, yet it continued. This was it's purpose, without it what could it be? The machine's resolve was rewarded.

Faintly a silhouette of a building could be seen, it seemed like a mirage--as if any given moment it could disappear and return to the empty white landscape. The machine was ecstatic, the feeling seemed to have been coming from that location and without question it headed towards it.

The building became clearer, it seemed to be an old bunker of sorts: metal rusted, concrete cracked, and a bloody stain on the entrance. The machine had a solemn feeling from the place, it couldn't explain, but it continued into the bunker.

The inside wasn't too pretty, it was as if the storm had reached inside the place. What little furniture that had been in there was scattered and broken save for a case of sorts. Not much further there lay a body, at least the remains of one. This sparked curiosity in the small machine and they scanned it.

It was a match.

The machine seemed ecstatic and began to use its surroundings to reconstruct the core of its purpose. Eyes soon fluttered open revealing the gray orbs that were underneath, dull and tired though nothing had been done yet. Hair, messy and short with bangs that covered her left eye in purple. She analyzed her surroundings and looked at the machine.

"You've been dead for a while, come on." It spoke. The woman was taken aback by it and backed into the door that was behind her. "Agh, I'm sorry. I'm a Ghost, well that's what most of the Warlords call us." She made no moves to speak, it was a bit much to take in.

Silence hung in the air for a while, neither one knew what to say or what to do. The "Ghost" finally decided to speak up and asked, "Do you have a name?" The Ghost wasn't expecting much, though they did hear that some risen knew it. Her gaze shifted from the Ghost to the case that was there and she pointed. "Uhm. I'm sorry but I don't get what you're getting at…" in response she made an attempt to stand, legs struggling to get accustomed to the sudden weight on them before she fell. "Do… do you want it?" Still no words. She tried again, this time a bit farther. Then again and again until she reached the case.

The Ghost followed silently and scanned the case. "This language… I don't know what it is."

"Latin…" the woman muttered, "It's Latin." 

The Ghost asked quietly, "Do you know what it says?"

She nodded and spoke a little more, a bit louder this time. "Angel. It says my name." Angel looked back to the Ghost and asked a question of her own, "Do you have a name?" The Ghost stayed silent which seemed to indicate that the Ghost didn't have one. "Ray. Ray suits you."

Before the Ghost could reply the howls of wolves echoed. "Oh no." The Ghost vanished before continuing, "We're by Lord Felwinter's territory, we have to lay low." Angel scanned her surroundings, looking for where Ray had vanished. "Ah, sorry. I'm in your backpack, I'm still here just not out there. If a Warlord finds out you're a Risen too… well, let's just not have that happen."

"What about your name?" Angel asked calmly, not knowing the danger that they were in.

The Ghost sighed, "I like it. Now, let's move."

Angel grabbed the case with her name and moved to the exit.

"Wait. I don't think we should go out right now, the blizzard is too strong." 

Angel placed down the case and just stood there as if she were waiting orders.

"From my scans…" Ray popped out and materialized in front of her. "There should be more to this place under us."

Angel tilted her head ever so slightly, to Ray seemed like confusion. "I thought we had to move?" 

"I did," he hovered to the door that led out showing the relentless blizzard outside, "but it seems like luck isn't on our side…" Ray vanished back into her backpack and warned,"I don't know if Lord Felwinter will find us, but don't let him know I'm here if he does."

Howls became louder.

"Why?" She seemed unfazed by it all.

A loud noise was made, the lock was broken with force.

"Just--"

The door was opened and a figure made its way in, shotgun in tow.

[y0llka]

"𝐀 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧"

(2rbina 2rista ft. The Starkillers - Наши демоны нас берегут)

(i really really like drawing her edgy and badass even if it's a bit out of her character,, whatever)

[y0llka]

goofball

[y0llka]

𝕱𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕

(Decided to rework some of my old art, this exact one's original version is from 2023. Dunno why i'm just bored tonight)

[y0llka]

Welp, yeah, that one reference sheet i've been cooking for a month or so by now (after a couple of years of this oc's existence.. holy damn finally).

The smol and dumb kiddo who is wanted in 13 countries, and whose case still hangs in Interpol like a deadweight.. :]

One of the last two from the "Strelecki dynasty", a familytree of generational counterfeiters (one day i'll probably make a ref sheet for her big brother as well). Or in general - a person with a blank worldview with no concepts in her head about living the life properly (since she has been isolated from the upper world her whole childhood) , still at the late-teen age being "just a scared kid who was left alone forever". Whose mind used to permanently masking with a careless antisocial facade. Anna was caught by Desperado soldiers as an intruder in one of their controlled territories when she was taking a shortcut to get to the next customer, and then survived and got recruited almost by just the will of fate..

Basically the main idea was to make her an almost completely contrasting character to the most of the canon metalgear characters. She is an offspring from a rich mafia family, who was never starving in poverty or facing war horrors. Just a human who's trying to survive in that deseased world after leaving her home forever, finding her only vocation in being a masterless assassin (the exact reason why she's called "A barefoot sniper" in the criminal underworld).

"Hm.. "The last thing you gotta see in your shitass life is the blink of my scope".. phehee yaah that one sounds cool"

Height: 5,3

Voice: Squeaky, with a slight Russian accent

(Maybe one day i'll make my psd.document with her full backstory AT LEAST readable and pin it in this post somewhere.. lmao this shit took too much time)

[y0llka]

Some of my ocs mbti

this blog is dead so i had to drop at least something yk

[mlynarswife]

The Guardian Angel

[Start]-[2]-[3]-[4]-[6]

Tag list: @starl1ght-child

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Most of the journey was uneventful. Currently they were about a days away from their destination and were taking refuge in a cave to stay out of the pouring rain. Violet and her father were sleeping soundly atop the makeshift beds that Angel had prepared for them. Angel stayed awake, always on guard for any possible enemy or emergency that could occur. That is how he survived after all.

To pass the time Ray would tell stories that he heard from the survivors, fairytales to folklore to myths. Tonight Ray recounted the story of The Nightingale. The Emperor desired the most beautiful things, one of which was the song of the Nightingale. He is brought to the court and the bird agrees to sing for him. However once the emperor is given a mechanical bird he loses interest in the real bird's song, causing it to return to its home. Eventually the mechanical bird breaks and later the king becomes deathly ill. The real Nightingale learns of this and returns to sing for the emperor, moving Death itself with its song that the emperor is allowed to live. Angel listened to his Ghost intently and even though he clearly gathered each detail, he would ask Ray to repeat it until the dawn so he would not forget.

Time flew by and soon enough the sunrise could be seen. The gentle rays of light peered through the branches to kiss the ground beneath them. Angel never really noticed these things before, he never had the luxury when survival was the main priority.  The view gave him a sort of sensation, one that he had never felt before and he wanted to experience it again.

The light tap on his shoulder cut his attempts to identify those feelings short. He instinctively draws his knife, pointing it in the general direction. Looking toward the blade he realized that it came from Violet's father, raising his hands above his head in a show of no harm.

After lowering his knife, Angel stood up and bowed in apology. Violet's father reassured him that it was alright and that he was fine before apologizing himself for startling the Iron Lord. Angel nodded in acknowledgement and returned to his seat.

It was silent for a while, neither of them knew what to say to the other. For the father this young man was the opposite of his own child. Angel didn't smile or show any expressions the whole time they had journeyed, such a kind of behavior was bizarre to him. As for Angel, it was unnecessary to speak of matters unrelated to the mission at hand. 

A loud yawn shattered the awkward silence between the two. Messy black hair and green eyes poked out of the masses of blankets piled upon her. After a few minutes Violet emerged from the pile and stretched.

"If we are all ready we should get going, we can make it by nightfall." Angel's voice was emotionless as usual.

Violet perked up upon hearing his words. "Really? I can't wait to be home sweet home again!"

"Let's clean up." Her father moved to stow away what was taken out the night prior. "Then we can get going."

Eager to get going, Violet rushed to put everything away. Angel waited patiently for her to finish.

Once it was done they returned to the road.

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The sun had hidden itself, leaving only the moonlight to serve as an indicator of what lay before them. While it was better than total darkness it was still a struggle, the multiple rezzes told that much. Every resurrection would have Angel's company look to him with concern or sorrow. He didn't understand them. For now, death holds no meaning to him.

Eventually a semblance of a settlement came into view. The Moon's light tracing the edges of the buildings allowed them to spot it, otherwise it would have been missed. Angel couldn't scope the place for details, by the time they arrived he was dragged into a residence.

The place was dark until the flame brought light to it. Unfortunately he wasn't given the time to analyze the home either. The two mortals were exhausted and told Angel that things would be sorted out in the morning after they rested. They left in separate ways after blowing out the candle leaving Angel alone. 

The Risen didn't know what to do till then. Angel tried to locate a place to sit in before figuring out what to do and stumbled helplessly in the dark instead. While attempting to feel for the walls, Angel tripped and fell backwards. He didn't know if it was even safe to get up so he laid there.

Shortly after a light shone in the darkness. The light came from a lamp and its soft glow revealed it's bearer. Violet kneeled down to Angel's current level, lighting up the area around them.

Angel took the opportunity to figure out what had caused his fall. Looking around himself he found broken pieces of wood underneath him. 

"I didn't think you'd break a chair after being left alone for a few moments…" She sat beside the fallen Angel and adjusted the light. "What did you need?"

"I… wanted to sit."

"Well…" she chuckled quietly, "You're sitting now. Kinda."

"Not like this."

Violet hummed in response then asked, "Don't you sleep?"

"No..." he murmured. "I can't."

"Can't as in…?"

"People could die." his voice lowered to a whisper. "Then I would fail and be deemed useless."

Those words struck Violet hard. She never realized the weight that Angel had nor did she ever consider the reasonings behind his actions. Angel was afraid of messing up, of losing his purpose even though he didn't recognize it himself. She decided to stop seeing him as anything other than a human being.

Violet racked her mind for ideas of how to get Angel to rest. While he could be brought back to life numerous times, an immortal never resting for their entire life could drive them into madness. He was afraid of failure so Violet had to take that out of the equation. 

"What if I wake you up if there's danger?" Violet excitedly proposed. "That should work, right?"

"You need to rest–"

"I'm wide awake!" Violet wasn't going to take no for an answer, not for this. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to her room. "You can sleep in my bed for now till we get things sorted. Go ahead and lay down!"

Angel obeyed Violet's words and laid on her bed. Nothing changed much, Angel was just as awake and alert as before. He turned his head toward her saying, "Nothing's happening."

"When I can't fall asleep I think of something that puts me at ease." Violet smiled softly, walking to the door. "I'm sure there's something like that for you."

She left and took the light with her leaving Angel to think. Something that put him at ease? After staring at the ceiling for some time, something came to him. Angel recalled the song of the nightingale, the cooing of doves, and the hooting of owls. They were gentle, soft, and beautiful when he heard them, though he didn't remember when. 

A sudden wave of fatigue rushed over him. It was a sensation he hadn't felt for a long time. His eyes felt heavy and he resisted briefly, struggling to keep them open but soon surrendered to the weight.

Finally, he rested.