Hit the Picrew, make the OCs! I had a few spins of the wheel, SOOOOoooooo...have some of the more obscure OCs I don't talk about very often!!
Have yourself some Jake (often times he goes with Rod, he's a dragon in human form that hates almost everybody on some level):
Some Glidon (goes with Lyra, likely in a friends-lovers-enimies context):
AND Layla! Who is currently the offspring of Lyra and Glidon, and also guarded by Kashi:
The picrew made it a little hard to show, she's usually got a rounder face than a pointy one and I couldn't soften her features as much as I would have liked, but still a fun Picrew to play around with!
Jake settled himself on the edge of the waterfront. Flicked a bit of rock out and watched it hit the waves before going under.
Just like him.
Why he had been playing around with those damn portals, he’d no idea. He’d landed in this place where things seemed…similar to home, but not quite the same. He’d done his best to learn the history, keep his head down, find the others. But they’d landed in different districts, it looked like, and so he’d done his best to fall in line and plot how best to escape.
The best he’d come up with was either hijacking a boat or just jumping into the water and swimming until he hit somewhere else.
He adjusted the settings on his boots, the edges set with runic stones he’d made and powered himself with what he’d managed to pry out of the old dusty books of his library, half of which had been stolen from an old friend.
Well. Frenemy.
He adjusted his density to make him seem a little more solid, adjusted his gloves to do the same. He’d landed in some kind of fishing village or area or town or…oh, right. District. That’s what they were calling it. Seemed to be decently healthy and operating at a good pace economically. But he’d also found some of the younger kids using some of the larger fish as punching bags, set up in sheds and gutting rooms and places that wouldn’t normally be found. So preparing for these…’hunger games’ seemed to be against the rules, yet these kids managed to do it anyway.
He wondered what the other districts were like. If they were all like this.
Either way. He should have been okay, he reasoned. There was an age limit, and he seemed to be on the older end. He’d managed to make out that the older you were, the more times you had to put your name in for being a tribute…but seeing as how he was new here, he’d never actually had to put his name in at all.
He looked up as a roar began to be taken up closer to the central square. From what he could gather, he was supposed to get there before the actual ceremonies started.
He stood and brushed off his jacket, scratching at his chin as he walked. Hopefully the others could partake in the games and he could find them. Maybe work out a way to activate the portals wherever these games were and the three of them could get out. Get home.
But he knew better than to try and plan too far ahead. He’d learned early enough on that doing so only tempted fate in a way that she couldn’t resist.
He grumbled and worked out the magic in his head as he walked, trying to sort variables and make plans for his next steps. And only his next steps. Get called. Find the others. Escape.
Jake had gotten away with simple, short answers when asked questions. The guide or whatever-the-hell they were in the frilly, loud outfit seemed to want to talk to him, but a quick practiced stare with a straight face seemed to deter the conversation. The escort quickly moved on to the other two tributes, and Jake excused himself to get to the main car. Evidently there was some sort of mentor they were supposed to have as well, but the car was empty.
There was TV there among a spread of food and plush couches. He eyed the food and looked around for a moment, pulling a pair of goggles from his pocket that he’d managed to keep secret, snapping them on and adjusting the gears around the edges, tiny lenses inside flicking between a few runes before he found the right one.
“Ansuz,” he whispered. “I need you.”
The right rune flickered in his eyesight for a moment before a soft breath of air seemed to shiver down his neck. Good. He could call his avatars even here, away from home. He’d made the constructs a while ago, but they’d been good companions, the avatars inspired to and connected by the runes having the capacity to learn and grow alongside him.
“Is any of this food poisoned?”
“Seeing as how they want you to survive long enough to get to the games,” a voice cracked in his ear, “I doubt they would poison you this early. No doubt they save the poison for the arena.”
He grumbled and swiped a baked good. “If only you were this good at analysis when we opened the portals.”
“You didn’t summon me to give analysis.”
“And when I tried to summon you to help find the others after we were here?”
“You seemed to be doing fine on your own.”
Jake did his best not to roll his eyes, turning back to the tv. He heard someone coming and swiped the goggles off his head, sticking them back in his pocket before anyone could see. Went and sat down to watch the other ceremonies, eyes studying the crowd. His was District 4, it appeared, and they were playing highlights of the previous districts between updates on the districts down the line.
He let a small smile slip when they got to District 7, watching what appeared to be a scrawny-looking youth raise her hand and wave around sporadically. The bandana around her head was distracting, but not enough to obscure her features. He’d recognize her bounding step anywhere, and that mischievous grin was a dead giveaway.
Alright, so that was Lyra taken care of. She’d be a part of the games and he’d be able to find her easily enough, especially if they were on the same train. He waited through the rest of the names called, biting in to the muffin and playing with the wrapper. Picking small bits from the wrapper and toying with them as the ceremony completed there and they began replaying footage from older games.
He leaned back and watched these with a different eye, to get a sense of what he – of what they – were going into. Working out what angles he could use, what the winners had done, if there was any inconsistency in the reporting. Had the losers all actually died, or had some escaped? Who did they focus on more? And why?
Eventually they got back to the next ceremony. District 8 was up, and Jake quickly spotted a head of white hair among the older set of boys. He couldn’t be sure, the white-haired one doing his best to dodge the cameras or at least hide his face when they came around. But that looked like Hansel well enough.
And he wasn’t stepping forward.
Not that it mattered; he was here, and Jake could find a way to get to him easily enough. He was pretty sure.
But then a young boy, about Caine’s age, was called and Hansel quickly volunteered. Because of course he did. Jake immediately knew the reason as the boy gave him a tight hug and ran back in the crowd. Hansel was the last name called, so the boy was going to be safe for another year. But the look on the mage’s face was an intense one, for him. He was usually laid-back and chill, so any sort of serious look on his face was a change.
So. Now they were all a part of the games. He’d have to wait until they were on the train and see if he could get a word privately. Formulate some kind of plan.
In the meantime…he stood and gathered up a bit more food. Glanced over where the escort was still trying to talk to the other tributes. Sized them up as best he could. Went back to the tv to watch the rest of the highlights and the footage from the old games, but this time with a completely different eye.
Now it was time to watch everyone else he’d be interacting with. See if he could gauge this early on who would be friend, enemy, or neutral. Helpful. Prohibitive. He didn’t plan on sticking around long enough to actually engage them in the games, but it never hurt to know who you’d be standing with. Or against.
Premise: List the names of any OC pairings (romantic, platonic and/or otherwise) you’d like to talk about. Let people send you an ask with any of the listed pairings and share whatever you’d like about them! This could be a fun fact, a ramble, an introduction, a snippet, etc - anything you want! (PS: oc x canon is more than welcome!)
Hiiii @bloodlessheirbyjacques and thanks for the ask! Hopefully I didn't take too long in answering 😅
So Rod and Jake have very much a love/hate relationship. In that Rod loves to torment Jake and Jake hates him, lol
Not really. They have a very partners-in-crime-gone-sour relationship. Met when both wanted to help people, joined an organization to do so (the Keepers), discovered that the organization was corrupt, worked to expose the rot and then went on the run. They're the same in a lot of ways: hate megalomaniac tyrants, want to make sure the human world and the magic world don't clash, have a soft spot for innocents, prefer working in the background. Where they differ is in execution of action.
Where Jake wants to help people get away from a deadly power, Rod's answer is to terminate the deadly power itself.
Where Jake built a sanctuary that is open for people that need it to come and go as they need, Rod hid his home in a pocket dimension and throws people in when he needs them to be out of the way.
Where Jake wanted to expose the corruption and let people make their own choices about how to rebuild from there, Rod wanted to kill everyone involved in the corruption and let the rest of the organization collapse on itself.
This really led to them fighting a lot about how to proceed and eventually they wound up as frenemies. And I'm pretty sure that's mostly just because they know enough about each other that they can't afford to be real enemies. Including weaknesses. Jake is probably one of the few that actually know how to permanently kill Rod, and the only reason Rod hasn't gone after him for it is because he knows Jake will never use it unless he absolutely has to. Likewise Rod has worked out what he'd need to do to kill Jake, and more than that he knows how to break Jake's spirit.
So they went from partners to circling each other with a knife at the other's throat, basically.
