#oc day

[ongreenergrasses]

today is OC day…because somehow. I got three (3) prompts for three different OCs. so if you have OC questions or prompts today is in fact the day for them

[obsessedwhyyes]

Your OC's Personality

In a very happy coincidence, @cinnamontails-ff, @pinkberrytea and @yennefer-of-vengerbergs have blessed me with the chance to talk even more about my OC 😁 Thank you so much for thinking of me, my lovelies! Sorry this took so long - I was busy making a mood board 😂

Elysia Thorne, my OC from A Tale of Fools and Tricksters, and my current Tav!

Answers under the cut!

How would you describe their personality?

I went into this a little in my last OC post, so I'll just expand on the answer I gave there! Elysia is someone with a lot of almost motherly love to give, very nurturing and affectionate. She has a nasty habit of not extending this love to herself though! By keeping herself occupied being the caring figure to others, it means she doesn't need to think about herself and the circumstances she's in. Just keep busy and maybe then, you'll forget how sad you are! :)))

Otherwise, while she has a strong moral compass and is a very determined, almost stubborn person at times, she can also be quite naïve!

What brings your character joy?

Elysia is constantly surrounded by death. So what brings her joy is, ultimately, life. In Elysia's case, this manifested into a love of flowers! Flowers and plants represent life for her, so she finds a lot of joy tending to her herb gardens and being surrounded by things she's planted which she's given life to. Her favourite flowers are daffodils and chrysanthemums.

What does your character strongly dislike?

Strongly dislike specifically? It's a little gloomy, but being alone. As I mentioned, tending to others lets her forget herself. Being alone though? Then she actually has to be with her thoughts. It's not a fear, but she certainly dislikes it. She also dislikes pretense and manipulation, which is ironic, given her current situation and where she is!

Is your OC scared of anything?

There is one particular thing that Elysia's scared of that she hasn't admitted to herself yet, but I can't give you full details, lest I spoil something important in the story! Heheheh.

What is their alignment?

Neutral good, for sure! She wants the best for people, but she isn't afraid to break a few rules to bring that about.

No Pressure Tags: Everyone that answered my ask game (that I haven't seen tagged already)! @caffeinatedmunchkin (you did ask for more Elysia, after all 😁), @trying-to-do-good, @niye481, @tragedysorbet, @vividiana, @marlowethebard, @busy-baker, @khywren, @arach-tinilith, @hellethil

And honestly, if you see this and wanna gush about your own OC's, then consider yourself tagged!

[castillon02]

Fried Pie at the Flying J

Angela put her phone down and looked alive behind the counter. The suits who had just come in were different than her usual run of weathered old Texans, although they had the familiar road-stunned look of long driving in the past and long driving ahead, same as most people who came into the Flying J. People liked to stop here in this place so deep on the highway. The gas was reasonable and the food was good. If you had time to stop and eat, the attached Denny’s had the cleanest bathrooms for fifty miles, but she figured that wasn’t what these guys were after.

Sunglasses Suit---he hadn’t bothered to take off his designer shades when he came in---made a beeline for the door that wasn’t to the Denny’s, and he put his hand on the other suit’s arm when the man made to follow him. “Hang on. You won’t want to go in there.”

“Hmm? Why?” Ooh, a British accent!

Sunglasses Suit jerked his head at the sign on the door: The Original Fried Pie Shop.

“Oh.” British Suit made a face. Rude. Don’t knock ’em till you try ’em, bud. Especially if you’re from England. Even Angela had seen enough TV to know about bangers and mash. (Her opinion? Needs more barbecue sauce.)

“They’re basically empanadas,” Sunglasses Suit said, sounding defensive. 

“I dare you to tell Camille that,” British Suit replied, arching his eyebrows. The hint of playfulness lightened his old boot of a face, made him look suddenly handsome.

“No deal,” Sunglasses said, maybe ruefully. “Anyway, Mama liked them, so---” He swallowed. The past tense hung heavy in the air. Poor fella. He had a black shirt on beneath his black suit jacket, and now that looked more like funeral-wear than Johnny-Cash-wannabe.

British Suit briefly put his hand on Sunglasses’s shoulder.

Sunglasses cleared his throat. “Anyway, just stay out here and find something that will suit your picky palate.” He went in to buy some pies---which, yeah, were basically empanadas, but with fruit in them. Or meat. Or cheese and pizza sauce. The Original Fried Pie Shop didn’t discriminate when it came to fillings.

British Suit perused the aisles---something military in his walk, hard to peg what. He ignored the candy and the Hostess stuff, stopped in front of the nuts and jerky, and stared with what might have been horror at the hot food station.

Angela pursed her lips. Sure, their jumbo breakfast burritos weren’t exactly gourmet, but she had made them fresh only two hours ago! And there was always the breakfast croissant if the guy missed Europe so bad. Jeez, wait until he got a load of what they had at the Exxon. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked with her most professional cheerfulness.

British Suit turned and approached her. “Angela,” he said, his eyes glancing off her name tag, “I’m afraid I don’t know what a ‘tater tot’ is and why it should be in a burrito.”

Angela eyed him. Bless his heart. Was he serious? “Fried grated potatoes. They add crunch,” she said, and added with sweet vengeance, “Would you like a free sample?” She wanted to see his judgy British face when he found out they were good. 

Sunglasses Suit chose that moment to exit with his bag of pies. “Come on, Bond,” he said. “I got you beef and vegetable. Don’t pretend you don’t eat beef pies in the motherland.”

British Suit, Bond, smirked at her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get that sample,” he said, flashing his eyes up and down at her.

Jesus Christ. Had he somehow turned a tater tot into an innuendo? And was she really thinking that it was a shame she’d missed out?

Bond turned away from her. “Got what you needed, Felix?”

Sunglasses Suit, Felix, nodded. “Yeah. It’ll be good to---you know, the family will appreciate it,” he said. “Anyway---come on. Burnin’ daylight,” he added, his accent heavier than it had been. More familiar than it had been.

A small-town boy, Angela realized, who’d grown up and left for the big wide world like so many kids around here did. Had his mama driven him to DFW to send him off to college, and they’d stopped for pies on the way? How often had he come home after that, in between traveling the world and making friends with British folk? 

Well, Felix was here now, and he’d remembered the pie. There was probably a good son under that suit, buried deep, in the same place he kept the accent. She worked in a gas station in the middle of nowhere---she saw every day that some things buried deep were worth coming back to, even if it was an effort to get there.

Less of an effort when you had company, at least. She was glad this Felix had someone with him---even if it was that weird Bond guy.

[crewman-penelope]

OC Day!

Short backstory: After the first trailer for No time to die dropped, I was like "DANG! Finally a sexy Bond Villain!" — and found myself writing fanfiction based on the trailer vibe. I created Tatjana Evans, known as 'R', Q's right hand, who got, working with Bond, in some hot water.

Reading sample:

"Pazi! PAZI!"

Bond took four seconds to look over the situation. He shot the man, who cried out, first and brought the man nearest to him down two second later. The third covered up and Bond took the time to roll back in the sailboat. He cursed himself for the tranquilizer. They worked slower than a real bullet and were not fatal.

The man who held Tatjana shot and missed while Bond got his chest. Tatjana freed herself and stumbled backwards, to fall backwards in the water.

Bond rushed to the rim of the boat, forgetting for a second the last man. He suddenly felt a hard, burning push in his left shoulder. The shot kicked him down in surprise. He grunted and tried to get up just to see the man was targeting his emergency motor. A rush of adrenaline in his veins, Bond stopped thinking and reacted automatically, jumping from the boat.

Clashing in the water he yelled out, his shoulder on fire. Grabbing his breathing apparatus he hurried to get under the water. A moment later the pressure of an explosion pushed him deeper down.

Bond fought against fainting, paddling wildly and catching his breath. He dared not to go up again but instead focused on his surroundings.

Checking his watch he found the compass direction to the mainland and started swimming.

***

Safin lowered his binoculars. Half an hour ago a patrol boat reported a solitary sailing boat. Probably lost tourists, not knowing that Dugi Otok Island is in private hands.

A weekly bribe to the water police made sure of his privacy, controlling his bay.

He was a bit surprised to see the explosion. It seemed his right hand's suspicion was deserved. His grey eyes narrowed, as he watched the patrol boat travel back home. Safin decided to still his curiosity and went down to the entrance of the abandoned submarine pen he worked and lived in.

Calls and orders of his men echoed from the ceiling as he entered the main hall. His right hand, Luc, stepped toward him, shrugging.

A water tunnel led inside the pen and Safin stepped to the railing. Resting his hands on it he stared at the men in the boat. Around him, bodies of his colleagues, the man grinned anyway.

"Ve found a Sirena!", he yelled up to Safin and pointed to his feet. Indeed, a small, wet body of a girl laid there, the long, red hair soaking and covering her face.

He got closer as his men carried the girl up to him, cheered by the view of her. He waved the men to him and wiped some strands of her hair out of her face.

Then he looked back at the patrolman.

"The man is dead.", he told Safin.

"What man?"

The patrol man shrugged. "A diver. Shooting at us wiv.. Darts?",he guessed the last word.

"Transquiller.", Safin's right man whispered.

Safin looked at him, a former colonel of the French Foreign Legion and his trusted man.

"SOA?" Safin wondered and meant the Croatian Intelligence.

"I will find out", Luc promised and waved the patrol man to him for further questions.

The girl coughed, spilling out water. Safin watched her unaffected as he made his decision. He lightly touched Luc's elbow.

Luc turned at once to Safin and listened to his orders.

"Your men shall bring her up in the apartment. Not my room, but the guestroom with the connecting bathroom. Let Doctor Brucher look at her."

"Of course.", Luc answered keenly and barked orders in French to his men.

"And Luc?" Safin held Luc's elbow firmer while starring at the girl.

"See that no harm comes to her."

Full story

[samanthahirr]

Moodboard for OC Day - From MI6's file on independent operator Gina Castillo: Current base of operations: Salvador, Brazil. Castillo seduced and murdered MI6 Station V.H. courier Victor Olowe and stole the top-secret detonation mechanism he was transporting. MI6's last reported contact with Castillo was Agent 007, who retrieved the stolen package without apprehending or eliminating the subject [[disciplinary inquiry pending]]. Castillo remains at-large.

"Easy on the eyes...the kind of lover who would look even more beautiful in the messy aftermath of sex." But don't turn your back—that's where she likes to stick the knife.

(Gina Castillo appears in Chapter 8 of "Off the Books.")

[geareduptom]

Osix serotonin I’ve been mainly drawing oc’s all day so take some Osix as an apology QWQ

[cheyla-v]

OC Day!

This was fun during the summer, so since there’s another Olympics coming up, I’ve decided to do OC Day again this Friday (February 4). I’m expanding it a bit as well to cover a few more fics. My goal is to post something every hour, so there’s going to be lots of new information, and like last time, anyone can ask questions about my OCs or just pop one of their names into my ask box and I’ll share extra facts about them. And because there’s a lot of OCs, I’ll put a list of them below (bolded are the more major OCs):

Soul’s Scream: Abrielle, Ailsa, Alvon, Antai, Bran, Brishen, Danai, Devrim, Idan, Liran, Loen, Minh, Noa, Simeon Burning Day: Emery, Inanna, Ira, Kai, Kerry, Nnenne, Sarai, Taranis, Vitali, Yara  As the Time Passes: Alexei, Cousteau, Devon, Mihail, Raisa, Seren, Valerian