#oc char

[kirric-the-fan]

'nother pmmm oc that popped up: Himuro Rue, my ice themed queen.

She wished to be reliable, and lets others think this was her wish, but the truth was that this wish failed to take. So she wished to be able to detach emotions that cause her pain. But she’s not very good at getting them back. The result is an odd, and sometimes almost robotic magical girl, who can almost bypass the whole witch thing by detaching her sense of despair (but then had to face off with a dark/shadow version of herself and nearly witched out anyway, so she doesn't do that anymore). Becomes dead-eyed the more emotions she restrains.

In a fight she is good at taking hits bc she doesn’t feel the pain like others. Uses long ice shards as her weapons. (sword/dagger) Can skate around the enemy somewhat with her magic (& even uses her swords as ski poles!). For one of her attacks, she throws one of her swords (or multiples) into the air/ceiling, and lets the enemy attack. She then releases a burst of magic that causes the sword to drop at the right moment, and strike.

In her day to day life she plays ice hockey, but struggles with keeping up with the schedule.

[vikabikabitch]

doodle dump!

[vex-bittys]

Could Char please get a Corny and a full sized Chain?

*Char thought today would be a good self-esteem day, but the longer she's in public, the more self-conscious she begins to feel. Today is an important day; she's finally going to adopt some lamia bitties ... but there's a nagging doubt in her mind that the lamias might be put off by her scarred appearance. She approaches the desk where a Corny perches atop a stack of papers, thinking that perhaps some self-deprecating jokes might be just the thing to put her mind at ease.

*"Any lamias here interested in damaged goods?" she starts, but the Corny makes his own joke before she can say anything else. "damaged goods are fine; it's damaged bads we dislike," he comments with a cheeky wink. With a blip, he teleports to a perch on top of her head, rolling himself in her curly hair like a very unnecessary curler. He can feel the smile and laughter as it vibrates through her body.

*He'd been reading and re-reading a matchup request for a person named Char, and he's sure this is her. She definitely needs a Corny in her life, and he thinks he fits her needs. He launches another pun to further test their compatibility. "how does the rabbi make coffee?" he asks, and Char calls out what she thinks is the answer: "He-brews it!" but the Corny gives his own deadpan answer that has her good eye tearing up with mirth. "nah, he's a busy guy, he gets it at Star-(of David)-bucks."

*The Chain behind the front desk can't wait another moment. His Corny friend wanted to meet Char first, so he agreed to wait. He's done waiting though. He wants to tell Char just how beautiful her SOUL song is to him. He pops up from behind the desk, startling her, but she doesn't stay startled. Her SOUL and his are compatible, and being near him reassures her on a very deep level.

*It isn't just the SOULbond settling that comforts her either; it's impossible to resist those deep orange eyelights when they're staring at her with such open adoration and acceptance. Coming to the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center is the second best decision she's ever made. The best decision is, of course, adopting the two lamias!

[wyrmfables]

I’m back with some dragons! WoF OCs are fun to think about

Names (L to R): Hemisphere, Acorn (top row) Char, Alabaster, Crocodile (bottom row)

[sinhnhi678]

Welp ~ I have done with this on ~ Yeah ~

I just planned to sketch it, but then start to detail sketch and add some color :3

So, I give you: super-powerful overlord Angel Dust  (p/s: that is not Val's hand)

[gnollface]

“My Time with the Gnolls.”

This is a short story i wrote to submit for an anthology thing, thought id share it.

"My time with the Gnolls."

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[Excerpt from "My time with the Gnolls" by Dr. Jaysis Une]

“When i first began informing my colleagues and friends of my desire to begin an in depth study of the Gnoll race the responses were more or less what one might expect and largely (and unsurprisingly uniform.)

The consensus being that I had, quite simply, lost my mind.

What more could there possibly be to know? Gnolls were mindless blood thirsty demon spawn and

To embark on such a course was akin to suicide.

I took no offense,

I like them, knew well the stories of the savage and brutal nature of the minions of Yeenoghu

“The goddess of slaughter”

“The ruler of Ruin” and any number of other terrifying descriptors.

The Gnolls were little more than horrific and infernal automatons focused solely on slaughtering any living thing standing before them so that they may in turn slaughter any that might further be found behind those tragic souls.

And So while this was not my first dangerous subject to pursue, it was far and away the most

And as such i did my full due diligence as a man of science and assembled all the knowledge i had gained personally to that point and sought out master hunters, warriors and soldiers to add any first hand information i was able before crafting a master plan and outline to maximize my safety while still maintaining my ability to study and observe my horrific quarry. My preparations took the better part of a year before i felt comfortable to embark.

But as the old Gnomish saying goes “All great tragedy follows once great plans”

And i am ashamed to admit it was a humblingly short amount of time until,

despite my best efforts,

my worst fears had come to pass and I found myself captured by the Gnoll warband I had,

To this point, thought I was following from a safe distance unseen.

For reasons i even now still do not fully understand the Gnoll scouts did not immediately kill me but brought me back to their makeshift camp and threw me to the bottom of a roughly dug dirt pit

its top covered with a crudely made barred gate of sticks and branches.

I landed awkwardly and the hard soil and clay bottom with a sound that sickens me to recall to this day.

I had only just begun to gather my bearings and assess the nature of my situation when a low and gravelly voice reached me from a darkened corner at the other side of the pit.

"You must go…..out." it said.

I quickly jumped up from my knees to my feet and backed myself against the wall in fear.

I was not alone in my cell

But a very distinct terror washed over me as my eyes, now adjusting to the dark, made out the shape of my new cell mate, another large Gnoll.

A flood of thoughts filled my head, was this some kind of Chieftain?

Was I to be its food?

Perhaps a toy to be sacrificed to their demon goddess?

What should i do?

I was a researcher, a biologist, not a fighter, i would not mount much of a defense against this hulking creature.

"Wuh-what?` `I replied, shaking in fear.

"They keep you….for Flind. ( Referring to a massive gnoll often serving as warchief for the band )

“Flind mad...when others...leave no blood." The Gnoll explained to me quietly seemingly struggly to capture each word in its head before using it

It said all this without looking over.

For whatever reason, perhaps something in its tone, my fear began to subside slightly, something led me to believe perhaps my new cellmate was not the threat to me I immediately feared..

"Why have they thrown you in here?" I asked him (i think it was a him) surprising myself, the words had left my mouth before i even registered the idea of asking it

I cautiously lowered myself to the floor against the wall opposite him.

"I am...broken." He responded meekly and though i can't be certain, i swear he smirked and chuckled as he made this comment.

Gnolls make such a variety of noises it's often hard to determine.

"Broken?" I pressed, confused, perhaps in his shallow grasp of common he had misspoke?

With this he looked down from the barred ceiling and towards me for the first time,

what little light that was reaching us at the bottom of our hole now reflecting in his yellow eyes giving them the appearance of glowing cinders.

It sent chills down my spine like ice water.

"I am….clean of Yeenoghu, I no…..hear yeenoghu, I do not….heed, I am clean.

Broken...they say." he pointed upwards as he explained to clarify whom he was speaking of.

Though his common tongue was not very fluid he definitely demonstrated a level of intelligence i to this point had never seen exhibited in a Gnoll.

The scientist inside me roared to life, my mind overcome with questions and possibilities, no longer considering the very real danger of my predicament. I straightened myself into a more comfortable position and swatted some dirt from my pants.

"My name is Jaysis, well met." I offered.

He turned his head away slightly and side eyed me

seemingly confused and slightly suspicious before returning his gaze skyward.

after a moment or two, perhaps after consideration

"Hoontra, I am Hoontra"

The large gnoll offered back tapping his big clawed hands against his chest as he too straightened to face me better, it was then, as he came more into the limited light that i noticed he was gravely injured,

both his legs were badly broken.

"You're hurt." i pointed to his legs stating what must have seemed obvious.

Hoontra shrugged,

"Dead soon...gone...Home soon." he replied as he looked up at the night sky through the bars as if contemplating the stars, calmly, and remarkably so considering his words.

As the night went on I started to more clearly notice His mannerisms and movements. they expressed a thoughtfulness that surprised me more than his intelligence.

Gnolls with thoughts?

It was then another thought came to me.

If Hoontra was resigned to his imminent demise what hope could i possibly have?

Well if this is how i am to die, I thought to myself, then I shall die as I lived, and I again pressed the Gnoll for more information.

"How did you become Broken?...eh Clean Hoontra?" i asked him

and again the big gnoll shrugged, not breaking his skyward gaze.

"Hoontra battle..and fall...hurt..Hoontra look quiet place to die, find pretty place, many trees.That place... mama call me, I wake up….clean, no mad, no hungry, no red, just Hoontra. Hoontra and Mama." with this Hoontra resignedly smiled, I suppose i can't be certain it was a smile, an exposing of the fangs for a gnoll is no rare thing…...but i like to believe it was.

I took in what he said in stunned silence, here i sat having a conversation with a Gnoll, what would the others think of this story? I’d likely never learn the answer to that question.

There Hoontra sat staring skyward, he showed no sign of pain, no sign of anger, sadness or anxiety, just what seemed contentment as he continued to look out into the night.

But each answer Hoontra gave me only raised more questions in me

"Who is Mama Hoontra? Who cleaned you? " I asked

With this question again Hoontra looked to me and extended his large muscular arm to the dirt wall besides him and gently pressed his large clawed fingers against a roughly carved image of a Unicorn head.

"MeekiLee, Meekilee is mama." The coincidences were too striking to not be comfortable in assuming that "MeekiLee" was his pronunciation or interpretation of Mielikki the forest goddess.

I was gobsmacked, was it true? Could the Gnolls be cleansed of their demonic taint? Had the ranger goddess cleansed this gnoll? But my internal debate was interrupted as Hoontra continued

"Meekilee forgive and clean... soon Hoontra die and run in tall grass...forever, and Meekilee run with me." Hoontra looked to a small wooden circle carved with the image of a unicorn he wore around his neck tied with some shoddy twine. He turned it around in his fingers for a few seconds before shifting onto his back exhaling deeply, as he moved. For the first time it was clear that he was in some pain

"I sleep...you escape...wake up Hoontra...Hoontra help" I nodded and smiled at this most surprising beast and crossed my arms, a million questions rolling through my mind keeping the the reality of my imminent death at bay.

After some time my thoughts however were broken by the sudden sounds of battle above. Hoontra quickly straightened up eyes wide. With a stunning speed he launched himself forward on just his arms, dragging his broken legs behind him and grabbed me.

He pulled me behind his huge body defensively and lowered his head in a gutteral snarl, the black mohawk of hair running down his spine spiking upwards. I tensed in fear suddenly overwhelmed by everything going on around me,

was this it? was this how i die?

I sunk my fingers into the tattered cloak Hoontra wore over his back and I closed my eyes when suddenly a loud BANG rang out from above followed by several gentle thuds.

Hoontras body tensed suddenly and then he exhaled deeply and his body went limp as he collapsed before me.

“Hoontra!” i said loudly as I shook him, paying no mind to whatever was above.

"Jaysis! Jaysis Une! are you down there? " a human voice called down into the hole as light suddenly surrounded me.

"Yes! im here!" I responded as I looked up and saw three armed men holding crossbows and a torch.

"You ok?" another of the men continued.

"Im unharmed!" I yelled back suddenly relieved

but that feeling quickly changed as I looked down at the body of Hoontra.

"Ok just hold on a minute. we'll find some rope and get you out of there." the men said as they walked out of my range of vision.

I rolled Hoontra over onto his back as gently as I was able, he was shockingly heavy, I surveyed his arrow riddled body and sighed as I struggled to pull his arms over to cross his stomach in some feeble attempt at a show of respect.

There was no way the men would have known, How could they? who in a million years would ever believe a Gnoll could be anything, but well...a gnoll?

I sat beside Hoontra for a few minutes collecting my thoughts, now being able to truly appreciate how big a gnoll is, knowing, id likely never be this close to one again.It was then i noticed that his one hand was closed in a fist, grasping the small wooden symbol of his “Meekilee”

a peaceful smile, yes, it was a smile, on his scarred canine face.

"Doctor! we're lowering the rope to you now." the men had returned.

"Gentleman!" i spoke back "I'm going to need to take this corpse back with me….for study " i said to the men.

The leader sighed "Doctor, there are plenty of dead gnolls up here we ...." he tried to explain when i cut him off

"No, I need this one, ten gold for each of you if you help me get it back to my home." With this the men's eyes widened and with smiles they hurried off to find more rope.

Of course there will be no study.

There is a clearing in my garden at the base of an old oak tree surrounded by different flowers and bushes and such. It has a clear view of the sky and the stars at night, I often sit there to read my books by candle light or a small fire.

occasionally, distracted by the infinity of the night sky i stare off and wonder about everything

and nothing.

This is where ill bury my friend Hoontra and perhaps ill leave a carved unicorn so Meekilee will know where to find her son so they may run together in the tall grass forever.

(Hey guys, please give a follow and ill write some more stuff? maybe? no? ok nevermind im sorry.)

[ivewatchedninjagotoomuch]

My internet is being really fracking annoying today which s u c k s but sneak peek for today yall ;>

[thecrossovergames]

Thomas Charles “TC” Callahan | Thirty One | Human | District Twelve | Eoin Macken | Availability: NPC

Strengths:

Good Under Pressure: Being a trauma doctor means that, as well as facing challenges in a hospital environment, TC also faces challenges when he is called out into the field. Due to his past as a medic while serving as a peacekeeper, TC is used to working in situations which can be honestly be downright scary. An example of such a situation occurred recently, when TC was almost impaled by a metal pole while trying to free a patient who had been impaled during Alma Coin’s bombing of The Nut.

Fighter: As well as being trained as a medic, TC was also trained to be a soldier - well, a Peacekeeper. When his brother, Thad, went into Peacekeeper training, TC followed, becoming on of the youngest recruits to pass out of the program. TC knows his way around firearms and can hold his own in hand-to-hand combat; something which has come in handy since TC’s drinking has often led to the Doctor becoming involved in brawls during his travels.

Compassionate / Self Sacrificing: To be a Doctor, is to show compassion to your patient; whether this be in a hospital or out in the field, or whether they be friend or foe, TC feels deeply for those placed under his care, and if he is the one to triage you on sight? Chances are that he’ll be the one treating you until you wake up on the other side of any treatment or surgery you may go through. Even if there are other medics who are as equally qualified to take over.

Loyal: TC is a loyal person. When he joined the peacekeepers as a teenager, TC took his oaths to heart and endeavored to be the best in his unit. When the Capitol paid for him to go to med school, TC worked damn hard to ensure their faith in his abilities had not been misplaced. When Thad picked him for his unit, TC vowed not to let his older brother down. But following Thad’s death, after their unit was sent on a raid with sloppy intel and no backup, TC found the foundations of his loyalties shaken to the core. Now a rebel, TC’s loyalties lie with Paylor and the other rebels fighting against Coin and a regime that is built on lies. While his loyalty is not as forthcoming as it used to be when he was a teenager, when TC decides to give himself to a cause, he does follow through. However, don’t be surprised if TC questions orders; he no longer follows them as blindly as he used to, and he will call you out if he doesn’t like what he hears.

Weaknesses:

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Due to his experiences during the war, TC was discharged from his role as Peacekeeper following the death of his brother, Thad. After losing Thad, TC suffered a breakdown that was only made known to his Commanding Officer following a refusal to allow TC to attend his brother’s funeral, led to TC making a rather spectacular scene during a presentation. While he hasn’t been officially been diagnosed as suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, TC’s behavior following his breakdown and discharge, all point to TC having the condition.

Alcohol / Gambling: When things get too much for the medic - and when Topher and Jordan aren’t there to keep him on the straight and narrow - TC tends to fall back on old coping mechanisms initially seen following his discharge. These coping mechanisms are drinking too much and gambling away money he frankly doesn’t have. Lucky for TC however, he has a great friend in fellow former Peacekeeper, Topher - who lends him the money to pay back the people he owes… most of the time anyway…

Jordan Alexander: Jordan. The love of TC’s life and his on-off girlfriend for the past decade. TC met Jordan during their medical residency in District Five’s main hospital before the onset of rebellion - back when TC was loyal to the Capitol - and they continued to be close even after TC’s discharge and his decision to join the rebels. At the moment the pair are not together, but TC will do anything to keep Jordan safe. Anything.

Reckless: TC’s levels of recklessness rival his penchant for being self-sacrificing, when it comes to the lengths he goes to helping his patients. One such display took place during he and Jordan’s residency, when TC ran into a burning building during an exercise (without the proper equipment) - only to end up having to be rescued himself after being overcome by smoke inhalation. While he didn’t exactly pass the exercise, that particular act of recklessness led to him meeting Jordan.

Biography:

It would be a cliche to say that, for Thomas Charles Callahan, home is where the heart is. But, the truth is, home for TC is wherever his long term girlfriend Jordan Alexander is. It wasn’t always this way, of course. TC used to have a family once, and an older brother who had looked out for him for as long as TC can remember. But that’s all gone now thanks to the blind following of orders, led to TC losing his older brother and the shattering of oaths he had sworn to live by.

TC was originally born in District Twelve during the height of Voldemort’s reign. The youngest of two children, TC’s odds weren’t the best to begin with - especially considering the Callahan family resided with the Seam - but TC proved to be a survivor from the start, and he continues to prove it now. With a father who was a coal miner, and a mother who had been sickly for as long as he could remember; TC was more or less raised by his older brother, Thad, who was nearly four years TC’s senior. To a young TC, Thaddeus J Callahan - or “Thad” for short - was the best brother in the world. Thad ensured TC had enough food, went to bed on time and went to school everyday. It was Thad who was there when TC suffered nightmares after having a too-close encounter with a dementor; and Thad who taught TC how to fight when he found out that TC was being bullied. As the two brothers grew into teenagers, the Callahan brothers were considered to be inseparable by those who knew them; and this would prove to be invaluable when the boys’ parents died when TC was fourteen, and Thad convinced the authorities not to throw TC into foster care when he could look after him.

When Thad decided to join the peacekeepers at nineteen years old, following an incident which led to the two brothers being brought up on charges by a visiting peacekeeper from another district for selling goods on the black market, a sixteen year old TC followed suit when it was made clear he could either enlist as a peacekeeper or be sent into the arena. Entering Peacekeeper training, TC and Thad stuck together as they had always done throughout, until TC’s penchant for field medicine was made known to the officer in charge of overseeing Peacekeeper training and he was given the opportunity to study in Panem’s best medical facilities in District Five. It was the first time the Callahan brother’s had ever been separated, and the transition from always having Thad by his side to not having him there at all, was a rough one. TC proceeded to fall into his medical training; focusing more on his studying than making friends. However, this single minded focus changed when he met fellow resident, Jordan Alexander; who treated him following an exercise in emergency response led to TC suffering from smoke inhalation and the borrowing of a pink sweater, and the pair soon struck up a friendship that would evolve into a relationship during the pair’s last year of residency. Upon the completion of his medical training, TC returned to The Nut and to Thad who had since obtained the rank of Captain. Returning to his duties as Peacekeeper, now under the role as his unit’s medic, TC continued his relationship with Jordan, despite being separated by districts - and Thad would accompany TC several times while on leave to meet the woman who had won his little brother’s heart.

For the first time, TC felt that life was good, despite the near daily threats from routine patrols on the streets in District Two; but that all changed when rumors of Rebellion broke out. With the threat of an uprising, Peacekeeping units were dispatched from the Nut, out into the Panem districts to uphold law and order during a time of potential civil unrest. It would be on a raid on a suspected rebel safehouse, that TC’s world would be turned upside down, when Thad was seemingly killed by a young rebel boy who didn’t look older than twelve, right in front of TC. Frozen, TC could only watch as other members of the brothers’ unit killed the boy; before snapping out of his shock and attempting to save Thad. He was unsuccessful, and Thad died beside a burning house, his blood on TC’s hands. Recalled to the Nut, TC discovered that the unit was sent into the house with sloppy intel on the Capitol’s part, and this,combined with his new Commanding Officer’s refusal to allow him to attend Thad’s funeral in District Five, pushed TC over the edge, leading to his discharge from the Peacekeepers and his return to District Five, where he was reunited with Jordan. As the rebellion reached it’s height in Panem, Jordan was left trying to pick up the pieces of a now broken TC. A year after his move to District Five, as both rebels and Death Eaters alike were sent into the Second Arena, believing he was doing her a favor due to his lack of progress in getting better, TC broke up with Jordan; leaving both sides bitter but giving TC the push he needed to try and fix himself without the risk of hurting Jordan anymore than he believed he already had.

Leaving the safety of District Five for the first time since coming back after Thad’s death, TC eventually found his way to District Two, just as the Rebels he had heard stories about during his time helping with the relief effort in District Seven returned to Panem from South America. While finding his way to the Nut had been mere coincidence - wanting nothing more to do with the rebellion or the capitol after what had happened with Thad - TC found himself taking a job within the mountain he had been trained to fight those he now lived amongst, facing the unexpected challenge of a capitol manufactured virus along the way. TC also reached out to Jordan during this time, and the two began to maintain a level of regular contact the pair had lacked since their breakup; TC sharing his thoughts of joining Paylor and the rebels as he began to gain more of an insight into Panem’s new president, while Jordan offered stories of shared friends back in Five and her own short lived relationship with a surgeon, Scott Clemmens. With the bombing of the Nut bringing with it flashbacks of the day Thad died, TC - who managed to escape the bombing and safely relocate to Terminus - is battling old demons, as memories of the day Thad was shot (that have been seemingly locked away), slowly resurface after years of being forgotten.