#oc davis

[theartsyhognose]

New iPad Home Screen after like three years. Some new ocs have popped up since then ❤️

[robotminddraws]

"Your defeat is the logical outcome. . ." A simple yet effective quote from Davis one of my few IMC OCs from the titanfall universe. He is a hybrid between an artifical intelligence and a simulacrum with the specific memories and skills of a human pilot that's been long dead, the AI personality having wiped clean and replaced the more human side of the simulacrum. He was commissioned by Captain Selina Takarov (another IMC pilot OC I will be posting about in the future) to be her bodyguard.

He is very cold, creepy and logical, having very little regard or respect for anyone except those of a higher rank than him due to his programming. Based off of many different spider species Davis has designed his chassis to strike as much fear and unease in those around him, with little regard whether it be Militia or IMC grunts/pilots. He believes by using fear he can gain an advantage over any opponent he main encounter. Whether it's the unnatural way he moves, speaks or fights Davis always aims to keep his opponent on the edge. He prefers a more up close and personal fighting style using his four hands and even his feet to grab and manipulate whoever he's fighting. Armed with a built-in grapple launcher in one arm and the ability to crawl on walls Davis truely embraces his spider-like appearance.

[nikkywrites]

Character Introduction: Davis

Role: Side Character

Personality: Carefree, Troublesome, Chaotic

Davis considers himself to be a professional nuisance. Sure, technically he’s Death, but. That’s easy work. Go to a place, slice some souls free, contain them. Repeat to infinity, with occasional breaks.

Being a nuisance, however, is harder. A delicate balance — if he goes too far, the fun’s over.

He’s found the perfect fit with Xia. She’s strict in all the ways she’s lenient, allowing him to slack while requiring he works well. She’s good for him. And she’s even forgiving, when he does push too far — she’s an easy bribe. A chiffon cake, a period of good behavior and she’ll forget whatever it was, as long as he’s truly sorry.

Poking at rules and scuffing lines is where he finds his excitement — Death comes with a myriad of unspoken rules and he’s made a list of each one, with the end goal of ticking them all off, with the shorter term goal of seeing how seeing how many he can break in a month or a year or a week.

It’s exciting. Xia’s the only one who lets it slide, even though she disapproves. It’s why she’s his Overseer. Because despite the questionable rules (the reputation nicking), he does do the work.

He never, though, in his lifespan, expect to see Xia break a rule even he, resident rule breaker and troublemaker, wouldn’t dare.

[hypnostarz]

so,, i wanted to test with my chibi art style and so i asked my friends for their ocs!! so heres one of mars's ocs! i rlly do like this style (plead emoji)

davis belongs to marcellowuwu on da

[nikkyshows]

Death’s Mistake and Apology

DISCLAIMER: reposted here to the new blog.

Day six of @violetvineyardnetwork 's pride week. Indigo/harmony.

I take harmonies to be in a friendship sort of way here — how people can fight and make up and be stronger for it. This is a normal occurrence for Xia and Davis. Hope you enjoy seeing their dynamic more!

Davis leaves Xia to play Death on her way to work, but this time, it makes her late. 1364 words and a warning for death mention/car wreck.

*****

Davis, despite all of his shortcomings and irritativeness, is not on bad terms with Xia. Oh, they play rough and exchange sharp words, but it’s never landed a hard blow and they know it’s all in fun.

That’s not to say neither have ever stepped over the line, though.

Her family is conflicted about her status as a Trader. It takes some time away where she could be Death, but that’s all scheduled and her work is understanding of her other duties. It’s full of Evers, after all, and some are still afraid that she’ll eat their soul if they cross her.

She could clear the misunderstanding — only the depraved of their kind are insane enough to consume souls and than, it destroys them — but finds no harm in letting it remain. It makes things more efficient. Things are kept concise and blunt, though some are beginning to warm up to her and she’ll tell the truth if they ask. It’s not something that she hides. She’s a solid worker and is praised for her focus and drive.

Not like Davis.

He has no human job, so he’s slotted in to be Death semi-regularly. Still less than her, because she’s a special case and she enjoys the work, but often enough. If a death is scheduled to occur somewhere in a ten-mile radius of her on a day off, or in her path on a day she’s working, he’ll leave it for her to clean up. To his benefit, she usually does and typically, she doesn’t mind it.

Until he takes it a little too far and makes her late, of course.

It’s an unlucky day and the circumstances aren’t in their favor. There’s a major wreck that takes place four and a half blocks from her work and he leaves the entire thing to her.

Now, on a day off, she wouldn’t mind too much — she’d give him hell, yes, but it would be the joking sort they always fling at each other. But this isn’t a day off and he isn’t answering his cell, so she does.

She calls him, gazing impassively at the mess of cars twisted together before her and speaks into her phone in what the others call her ‘death voice’. It’s slow and chilling and can scare a good chunk of her family, which is a sizeable feat. “Davis,” her fingers tighten microscopically over the phone pressed against her cheek, “if I am late to work because of this, I will put in a request to revoke your Death status.”

And that’s... maybe taking it a touch too far, but she’ll just apologize later. If she doesn’t carry it out. She’ll figure that out later too.

For now, she has a mess to clean up.

She digs in her bag for the spare death cloak she keeps tucked in the inner pocket. It’s dreadfully bland, short and a mockery of Death for them all, but it’s the only one small enough to hide in her bag.

If it was only one death, or two, she wouldn’t bother with this, but there’s near half a dozen, maybe more, so she’s obligated even though it isn’t her day.

“You’re so lucky I’m prepared,” she says into nothing, the invisibility spell etched in the soles of her heels active and silencing her words from outside ears.

There’s five cars and the first has a man with his daughter. Xia pulls out her soul-glass jar while murmuring a duplication spell — she’ll need more than one jar for this, as there is more than one soul in the process of passing.

It takes her fourty minutes to deal with the wreck and that makes her thirteen minutes late to work.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes to her boss, her bag weighted against her hip. “I had an errand to run and didn’t realize it would take so long.”

He eyes her with a grunt. “It’s fine. You’re hardly ever late. Just check in and get to work.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She stays fifteen minutes past the end of her shift to make up her late start. When she exits the building, Davis is standing on the sidewalk.

She scoffs and swerves to walk around him. She’s still upset about earlier and is debating on holding up her threat.

“Xia, wait!” He grapples for her elbow, but she spins out of his reach before he touches her.

She raises a brow and waits. He shies away at the harshness in her expression. Another impressive feat, but Xia’s always been special among her family.

“I’m sorry,” he says, showing her his palms in a meaningless Non’s gesture meant to show his harmlessness. She knows better and she’s considering trading one of her souls to smite him. “I didn’t realize it was so many, I thought you could handle it.”

Xia places her finger to the bridge of her nose and slides it up her forehead. “You made me late. This is a new branch of work for the Everlasting Trade Association. If I do poorly,” she places her palm to her chest, “than it could get shut down and we’ll go back to doing the same work for nothing. Do you want that?”

He lowers his head. “No.”

She sighs. “I thought so. Now,” she steps closer, smells his repugnant cologne (many see Death as a skeleton, he says, so I gotta smell like one) and eyes his indigo shirt peeking out of his Death Cloak, which he’s wearing in public. And, her eyes fall down, he’s wearing the matching shoes. Of course. “You need to stop slumming on the job. We could have had a big mess today and you’re on thin ice with the family as is. You need to get in their good graces and that means big soul counts.”

“I know.”

She turns to walk down the sidewalk, but only makes it four steps before she stops. “And stop wearing colors to work,” she calls out. “It’s tacky.”

He opens his cloak to showcase his shirt. “You like it? Got it on sale!”

Xia shakes her head and rubs at her hairline, near her temple, as an exasperated gesture and a way to fix her hair and starts walking. That idiot.

Though, he was kind of her idiot. Her friend, one of the only family members she could tolerate without the idea of dismembering them with her Soul Dagger. He was entertaining, if nothing else. So she wouldn’t report him to the family. This time. But—

“You owe me a favor!” She says, just loud enough for him to hear, looking back at him and noting that he’s wearing ripped jeans as well as a colored shirt. Grimness, how did he ever get allowed to be Death? Oh, yeah, because she vouched for him. What was she thinking?

She smiles and— she knows. She’d wanted to have a friend be Death so they could laugh about it. So she could poke fun at the rules without getting a disappointed sigh. So they could have fun together.

And while, yes, he slacked a little and broke some rules (guidelines more like — it was better to roll along with whatever visage the Nons thought of them, but not strictly necessary), he was a decent Death. Though, she had to debate if decent was well enough. Maybe she should put in a request to put him back to behind-the-scenes Death work. He’d cause less trouble there and put them all in less danger, but it’d wound him for her to do so.

As much as he annoys her, she doesn’t wish him anything truly ill-hearted.

Despite his lack of foresight, he was a good friend.

The evidence of that is in the chiffon cake sitting on her table when she gets home. It’s her favorite and Davis only ever gets gifts like this for her, as an apology because he’s not good at saying the words. She chuckles as she shrugs off her coat, pulling her phone from her pocket to type a quick text before she enjoys her free dessert.

You aren’t supposed to use Death to buy cake.

*****

Here’s more of Xia! A little more of Davis, too, from the last thing I did with her. Also just realized that I need to do day 7, which I totally spaced n, but I’ll try to get something out tomorrow, maybe another edit. 

Tags: @citrusysumo @emikoshiriyuki @caffeinewitchcraft (hope you don’t mind, but it’s Xia? Let me know what/if any works you’d like to be tagged in so I know).

[theartsyhognose]

Some more arcticfight prompt doodles! Speedran a few yesterday

[theartsyhognose]

It may be 6 days past Halloween but I am incapable of drawing things on time. Have some ocs dressed as the wizard of oz crew

[nikkywrites]

Name Meaning Tag

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OCs’ names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! Bonus if you can find something for their last name too

Thanks for the tag @pluttskutt I’ll answer this for TDWAD’s cast as that one is characters I actually named and is decently sized (why do all my wips have no more than three characters?). I'd also like to point out that when naming them I did not look up meanings at all so this is a learning point for all of us. Let's see how accurate they are.

Also I need to settle on last names, so just first names.

Lila

Arabic: Simplified spelling of 'Leila' that means "night" or "dark beauty" or "one who was born at night".

Hebrew: Sometimes considered a pet form of Delilah, which means "one who has weakened or impoverished another".

Sanskrit: Derived from 'Lila/Leela'. Means "play, amorous, sport"

First of all, she was born at night. Fun fact. Don't ask why I know that but it's fun that it fits with her name. The Hebrew meaning is... kind of scary in that it does sort of fit in a way I will not elaborate on. So it’s decently accurate, though she’s not very playful.

Colin

Greek: Shortened English version of 'Nicholas' meaning "victory of the people."

Gaelic: English form of the name 'Cailen' meaning "child, young creature, cub, whelp."

I need to figure out his character more, but he's not super young and I don't think he's gonna be super victorious either. Sorry, buddy.

Ward

Arabic: "Blossoms, flowers."

English: "Guardian, guard, watchman."

Irish: Anglicization of 'Mac an Bhairds' or reduced form of 'McWard' meaning either "son of the bard" or "son of the poet”.

I got Ward's name thinking of protection wards and am a little surprised it doesn't mean 'protect' but 'guard' works too. And maybe the flower meaning will be sort of relevant? I don't have his backstory 100% figured out. It's also a semi decently popular last name.

Xia

Chinese: "Summer, great, grand" or "glow of the sunrise".

Greek: Variant of Xenia that means "guest, stranger" or "welcoming, hospitable".

Her name is actually pretty accurate. She is grand in her family and she fits in more with guest/stranger than she does welcoming.

Ella

Greek: Diminutive of Eleanor meaning "sympathy, compassion" or "shining one, bright one." Also possibly connected to the Greek word Hellas, which is the Greek name for Greece.

Latin: "One who heals."

French: "Little cinders, light."

Spanish: "She, her" or "young girl, feminine."

Hebrew: "Goddess."

German: Norman version of Alia meaning "all, other, fairy maiden."

So everybody want their claim on the name Ella, apparently. But surprisingly, they're all decently accurate. I’ll admit to not being 100% settled on her name but given how well it fits, I might stick to it.

Davis

Hebrew: "Beloved"

British/Welsh: "Son of David"

Davis is apparently more commonly used as a surname so it fits in the regards that he's strange. Sadly, I have to report that his father's name is not David and he’s a bit of a black sheep, so he’s not all that beloved. Poor Davis. Maybe he should do his work.

Tagging: @dragon-with-a-pen @notwritinganyflufftoday @dontcrywrite and whoever else would like to do this!