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Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators
you're gonna kill me under all these numbers--
What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
alarian can hang around for hours without doing much at all, merely sitting in wait until something comes along that catches their interest or draws them in. a partial habit built up from their years inhabiting scorpions, as they can naturally remain motionless for some time if needed.
though they'll never spend more than six hours at most in one spot. they could, but a change of scenery is always welcome... and their prey is usually mobile.
2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?
extremely.
it's usually nothing more than a show; sticking to giggles and small bursts of laughter between words to keep conversation, and mood, eerily lighthearted. if you wanted to make them genuinely laugh? that might take some extra doing. they have far too many walls put up beneath the surface, so any actual enjoyment that would elicit honest laughter is hard to come by.
7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
fingers gliding across worn journal paper. laying beneath a bed of stars with nothing but the wind caressing their face, the grass their only pillow. standing within a field of fireflies, their lights blurring within wandering eyes.
they hate it.
nostalgia works as nothing but a reminder for what they once had, what they can no longer have. of promises made that were left in tatters, of a soul so hopeful. crushed, ruined, dead. it reminds them of love, innocent and pure -- and it disgusts them.
11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?
usually alarian will simply pretend to understand until the answer finally comes to them. very rarely will they ask for clarification, not wanting to have things explained to them when they can teach themselves in time.
20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?
"familial love is those that never leave you. they take you for how you are, who you are, what you are.. and cherish you. even should you disagree, they remind you otherwise. they care for you, they hold you, they wipe your tears and see that you keep going. encourage you to change, to better your life. regardless of if you listen to them, or not.
platonic is vaguely similar, though far less intense. a more casual thing, sometimes fleeting.
romantic? please. there's never existed a bigger lie."
22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?
possessive, and frighteningly so. they'll hiss, spit, threaten -- whatever / whoever is theirs and theirs alone. you can't take it away from them, they won't let you. you're not allowed.
they resent when you have what they don't, what they can't obtain. it's unfair in their eyes, regardless of who you are; what your circumstances may be. they've lived so long, they've been through hell -- they deserve it. they do, they do, they do.
27. What causes them to feel dread?
ironically, the promise of death.
being what they are, they steal the bodies of living organisms -- creatures, humans, plants -- and those bodies are susceptible to wearing away and perishing. they've experienced it plenty, being scooped up by owls and other avian life while occupying an arachnid host. being hunted or squashed, ripped apart, burned, eaten.
they hate the sensations, never killing their nerves fast enough to avoid feeling any of it before they can remove themselves from a host and find the next. but they're used to it by now, even if the feelings towards it linger.
the dread only solidified once learning that morphing lights, such as themselves, are capable of a true and permanent death. hard to come by, but its there. a way exists... and they were lucky to live through that, once.
a dread they carry that twists itself into something natural; a normalcy they play off of. that they accept.
42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?
truthfully, they don't have one. not anymore.
when they did, alarian held an eagerness that could rival a child's own on christmas morning. the uncontained joy and want to tear away paper and know what lies in the box hidden behind it; they wished to do the same with an outstretched hand, and hopes, that lead them skyward -- through the stars and towards a history they wished to learn of. to know and grasp at a truth not found on earth, all while accompanied by another who wished to do the same.
but such is life.
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B) What inspired you to create them?
funnily enough, the first rendition of them was sparked by the song Lucifer's Angel -- they were meant to be a play on the theme of said song, but all that stuck was their color palette when i eventually redesigned them.
i wanted a character that broke away from my typical edgy, sad "bad boy" trope i kept falling into, wanted something more monster-esque. horrifying yet captivating and beautiful. deciding to form them around a scorpion was al an aesthetic choice, as i love the way those arachnids look. and a hot character with a big, deadly tail? ( or just... a tail in general ) sign me up!
after that it was a lot of spit-balling ideas and seeing what sounded fun to play with at the time. the setting for their world was never something i decided upon until well after designing them and figuring out what they were, how they came to be as we see them. i took up writing them not too long after, to help flesh them out more with friends and discover the kind of character i wanted alarian to be.
and now we have this menace to society.
D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
to touch on my previous point of redesigning them! they originally looked like this! we can all thank teen!aiza for his horribly bland choice in character design, because that thing was in desperate need of a do-over.
F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?
pride, excitement. little bit of lust, if i'm gonna be frank here.
i've always been extremely proud of how they turned out as an oc, regardless of how they are in character. this is a little freak i built from the ground up, put years and years of work into -- designed with my own two hands and was happy enough to put forward. i don't really know how to put it into words in a way that expresses my full feelings on the matter, but they were like taking the first steps into showing people a side of me i had difficulty showing.
like, the level of creativity and dedication i hold that i was always scared of holding back for fear of being judged. i look at them and i feel free... if that makes sense.