#roleplay oc

[ratintherainhere]

A rather old piece of art of mine based on VTM. Here, our follower of Set turns the local priest into a ghoul ✝️ 🐍

[mumznothome3]

" pokes u. Poke. Poke " - 🍧🎀

@stevecobsluvrr

" ..??? "

[mumznothome3]

" Today I talked to that poppy person on the boat, they're very nice much to my surprise(?) I would talk with them more if I wasn't so shy. "

[mumznothome3]

" Does anyone have better names to call an old ghost who used to be a fashion designer. Answer. Like immediately. "

︴🧁🎀

[bana-ki-art]

So, we were out for a walk with @graf-graffiti recently. We decided to pop into the store to pick up some small things — a drink and some chips. But this particular picky little thing didn’t want to take anything. But! As soon as we approached the stand with candies and cookies, the first thing she said was: “I want gingerbread cookies.” I had to buy her gingerbread cookies...

And I decided to add this trait to Modest — buying all sorts of nonsense.

[goregutzzzwrites]

⌖𓄃 Ficha OC (CW: abuse, violence, alcoholism)

Name:

Edmon (Composed of ēad, meaning "wealth" or "prosperity," and mund, meaning "protection." Therefore, it can be interpreted as "prosperous protection")

Age:

22 (may vary depending on roleplay)

Nationality:

Canadian

Job:

Hunter

Family:

Father (deceased---murder) Mother (deceased---unknown) Step-Mother (deceased---murder) Step-Brother (???)

Psychological State:

Solid CPTSD diagnosis, and other lingering issues as well as a debilitating fear of abandonment.

Health:

He's picked up quite a few bad habits to cope with his past, which include pretty heavy drinking and on rare ocassions self harm (usually by pretending to be his father and hitting himself with various objects). He has shooter's ear, specifically on his left. Its only partially deaf; around like a 35%.

Backstory:

Edmon lived alone with his father in a mountainous, rural area of Canada (like, nearest hospital and grocery store around 32km and nearest neighbors 5km away kind of rural) since he was two years old, his mother having died of something his father always refusing to tell him what. Around the age of four came his step-mother and step-brother, joining their family. Here is when his father began to grow more severe in his abuse. Going from hitting the kid for misbehaving to 'training' him for the role of provider. This, among other things, meant learning to hunt. At nine years old, he took his first life (a childhood dog), and thus continued his traning escalating further and further with worse consequences for failure to comply. He didn't have much comfort during those years, having a distant to non-existent relationship with his step-mother and a much more warm and loving relationship with his older step-brother, even though the other was also still just a kid looking out for himself in an unstable enviornment. At age fifteen, he snaps and kills his family, except for his brother, who he offers to escape with. The other seems to accept, but tricks him in the end, locking Edmon in the cellar of the home and fleeing, leaving Edmon alone in his now empty childhood home. (Can be edited to fulfill conditions for other rp's!)

Current Status:

He barely leaves his childhood home, only when needing to buy groceries or sell his catch in the next town over, in which he will also more often than not visit the pub.

Personality:

Edmon is, as his grown self, a very maladjusted man. Rowdy and unfiltered, with strange mannherisms and a bad concept of personal space. Whenever he has to experience any particular discomfort, he can start becoming twitchy and dangerous to poke or prode. He's usually on a hair-trigger emotionally. Above all, a slighty scrawny, erratic drunk. But, there is one thing no one can deny: he is a damn good hunter.

Fun Facts:

-As a child he adopted a German Sheperd pup that was left as a gift on their home by some distant neighbor, who he named Bambi (before his dad made him shoot it). -He regresses to a more childish state when hunting sometimes, still precise with his shots but almost acting the same as when he used to do so with his father.

Some songs I associate him with for the funsies ⸙. ݁₊ ⸙͎. ݁˖ 𓃦. ݁𓍊. ݁ ݁𓃴:

-Geyser by Mitski -Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush -A House In Nebraska by Ethel Cain -Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain -The Horror of Our Love by Ludo -Coyote, My Little Brother by Mitski

[ratintherainhere]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ࣪ ˖ ⊹

— William Blake, "The Tyger"