#oc rose

[marmosettes]

I'm having a lil too much fun with the colors lol

it is Progressing

I think I'll start posting pages when I have like four finished so I get some leeway between updates

edit: first pages are up! more tbd

[ithillia]

5 Random Facts About Your OC

Thank you for the tag @mereelskirata 🫂🫂🫂

I don't have so many OCs, but my favourite one is Ros'ika, so let me yap about her! :3

1.

She runs under the alias "Ne'tra Sarad" as a bounty hunter, and keeps her "real name", Rose as a secret, for only a few to know. However, Rose is not "actually" her name - she doesn't remember the name her parents gave her; she was sold into slavery so young, that she forgot it. (Black) Rose was her call-sign in the brothel she had to work at and it just stuck.

2.

In her story, Rose is matched with Kal Skirata, and she has a son with him - Kart'ad. However, she also has a dughter from him - a twin-sister of Kart'ika. But she dies in her womb, way before even due to born (and causing whole lot of nasty infection both Rose and Kart'ad). She never talks about her, but in her heart, she named her Run'ika - Little Soul - to make sure that her spirit finds her way into the Manda.

3.

She has a nice singing voice and loves to sing, also creating songs of her own. As a mandalorian, her instrument is a small 5-stringed lyre which can be assembled from her one-handed, foldable crossbow.

4.

She has very low tolerance for dirt and mess in her household. When Kart'ad was little for a longer period, she had to share the their rooms with the mountain goats she procured for food / milk source. And those goats actively ate, pissed and defecated in those rooms too - all for her to clean. But the stink always stayed... Ever since getting a better place, she strives to have as clean of a living space as much it is possible.

5.

The first gift she got from Kal was a small beskar medallion. She treated it as her greatest treasure, but when a time came when she was deperate for credits to get rid of her debts and keep their son fed, she sold it - and swore that as soon as she will be able and capable, she will get it back. But that never happened - while Kal was always in her mind, she forget about the medal over the years due to the continous everyday troubles and challenges to overcome.

NPT: @the-lost-soldier @irenadel @aerjnn @hastalavistabyebye

[sepias-scribbles]

OC Rose Mini-Comic

"Oh... don't worry." "I didn't see anything." "Your secrets are yours."

"Though, I did snag a little something for the road..." "I guess I just can't keep my hands to myself~"

(Yes it's the same as before, but I made it prettier,,, Look it was important!!)

One day I'll post a full on info post with everything all nice and neat and concise lol Hell you'd get like. 3 different looks/fits.

But until then you get a vibe check /pf

[chaos-ducks]

What if I made an alternate universe fanfic where all my ocs across different stories and timelines would become found family somehow

[purpleflannelslugg]

[melodyraver]

Have an art piece from last summer! I got to partake in a silly lingerie "contest" with oc's as the judges, and we made up judge outfits and everything. I of course had to pick Rose to round out the cast, as her preferences were entirely different to the other judges.

Of course next time you see this girlie, it'll be with updated markings and tattoos. I've been a busy goblin with my raccs

[iunarmemories]

Closed starter for @distoretion

It was rare that Rosaline was on the opposite side of the bar. More often than not the brunette was working it which left her to watch others have fun rather than partake herself. Tonight she was commiserating., celebrating, maybe. The shackles of yet another doomed relationship had been lifted and this time, the young woman swore she was going to just be okay with being single. That was until her hazel hues fell upon a patron sitting just a few seats over from her. It was hard to ignore him seeing as he had almost a foot on most of the patrons. His dark hair was a stark contrast to his pale skin, and if that wasn’t the definition of tall dark and handsome, Rose didn’t know what was. Patron made her brave, braver than someone who was nursing a broken heart should have been. Slipping off the stool she’d been perched upon Rose would come to stand next to Tor, a brilliant smile upon her painted lips. In theory, someone sitting alone at the bar didn’t necessarily mean they wanted company. She’d served many patrons who were content to drink their fill and sit in their thoughts. Still she tried. “Hi, I couldn’t help but notice this seat is empty,” She motioned with her glass to the spot next to him, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

When she received the go ahead she would hop up onto the stool beside him. Waving down the bartender, Benny, Rose would turn to her captive audience, “Anything you’d like? It’s on me.”