Some sketchbook doodles of some of my characters! These are some lads I've had in my head for a little while now- a few of which have pages over on my toyhouse.
Premise of the world & some character descriptions under the cut!
(Bear in mind all the toyhouse pages are WIPs and some have super old info / refs on them that are pretty out of date.)
The basic premise of their world is that rifts have been opening up across time all over the world and dragging things in, bringing them to a realm outside our own. This new realm is similar to Earth, with the exception of different continents and the giant rift in reality splitting the world in half. Everything near the rift is barren and occasionally unnatural creatures will claw their way out of it and attack anyone unlucky enough to be living nearby. These creatures are attracted to large concentrations of people, so most population centers have been built as far from the rift as possible, with those unlucky enough to be refused entry living in small communities.
In order of arrival to the realm we have the following:
MouthEye (Usually referred to as ME)
A void creature from the opposite side of the rift. The realm's most recent 'overseer' sent by the more powerful beings on the other side to keep tabs on the realm. The mortals see him as a terrifying godlike entity, however he's seen as more of a fuck up to the rest of his kind. ME has delusions of grandeur and aims to rule the realm, eventually pushing forward through the tears they open up and take over Earth. His higher-ups like to keep a close eye on him, waiting for him to fuck up so they can replace him with someone better equipped to do the job.
Doc / Sawbones / 'The Good Doctor'
Another creature from the other side of the rift. Broke off from his people to live in relative peace- not necessarily a 'good' guy, more chaotic neutral. Has the ability to speak through radios, very rarely speaking with his mouth as it tends to drive mortals mad. Acts as an apothecary owner in the middle of nowhere that hands out strange cure-alls to those who seek him out. As bizarre as his treatments are, they always seem to work perfectly without explanation. Has a tendency to eat the odd traveler or two if they come by him by chance instead of seeking him out. Oddly good friends with Sigurd, whom he treated to fix the void infection that was taking hold in his fingers.
The Knight
Nobody knows who or what The Knight is, nor how long they've been roaming the wastelands babbling jibberish to themselves. Unbeknownst to most, The Knight is comprised of a house of nobles from an unknown period who were merged into one upon their house being absorbed by the rift. They always give a different answer whenever anyone asks their name, and each member of the household can take over the body at any one time. Nobody knows what The Knight looks like under the helmet- at least none that have survived.
Sigurd
Having lived in the new realm for many years, Sigurd has picked up the basics of survival deep in the wasteland as well as a knack for scavenging and repairing lost things that land there. The proud owner of a thrown together jeep and Spas-12 shotgun, Sigurd is a bombastic and eccentric character, who has a particular fondness for Rex's animals. Sigurd had two of the fingers on his left hand taken off by a void creature, but was saved from infection by one of Doc’s cure-alls.
William 'Rex' Jameson
Rex has a few years experience in the realm- enough to survive in the area just outside the wasteland. Softspoken and kindhearted, Rex has a love for paleontology and a knack for necromancy, resulting in his menagerie of undead dinosaurs that he keeps on his farm. Julep was the first, a microraptor with perhaps one braincell- two on a good day. She tends to try to eat anything she can get her claws on, usually without much success. Another is Atlas, an achillobator with a personality akin to a giant, mischievous cat.
Charles Palmer
Originally a highwayman on the run back on Earth with a distinct love for the stars, Charles paid to be taken in by a pirate ship by the name of the Dreadnought and ferried to another country to escape the law. On the journey they were caught up to by the British navy. During the ensuing fight he summoned ME, who fulfilled his wish of escaping somewhere the law could never catch up with him. The ship was torn apart by an unseen force, killing the crew of both the Dreadnought and the British ship. Charles woke up in the new realm, having got his wish at the cost of living in this unforgiving realm, as well as an unknown ashy infection slowly clawing its way up from his right arm.
Bristol ‘Shanty’ Foxwhelp
Bristol was a crew member on the Dreadnought, alongside his partner Arthur ‘Bluejay’ Calvary and their pet one-eyed iguana Angus. The two barely survived the onslaught brought on by Charles’ deal, struggling to keep the ship afloat in the aftermath of the attack. The Dreadnought ended up being pulled through the rift, hurtling through the sky and landing in the wasteland. Arthur was injured in the crash, leaving Bristol to travel in search of help. It turned out the two arrived in the realm much later than Charles had due to the distortion of time- by the time Bristol met with him and Rex, he had been living there for months. The group returned to the Dreadnought to find the entire ship in pieces and Arthur missing. Bristol is usually fun-loving and outgoing, often the life of the party alongside Sigurd. The two are unlikely friends due to their seafaring nature. He isn’t yet aware that Charles is the reason for the Dreadnought’s crash- finding out the companion he’s been travelling with was the cause for his partner’s supposed death would destroy him.
hey angels, sorry we haven’t uploaded in ages!! But we’re here now and that’s what matters.
We just want to say thankyou so much for all of the love and support, it means the world to us! <3 @papa-chibs
This chappy is a flashback so you can see how different Rissa and Roxxie’s lives were before they found refuge in Charming, we really hope you like it!
Also Rissa and Roxxie’s flashbacks are from different times. That’s why there will be a big age gap between them.
From now on we’re going to do trigger warnings as our fanfic can get really dark and dirty and we don’t want to upset anyone.
TRIGGER WARNING: physical, sexual and domestic abuse, misscarriage, self harm, murder, blood.
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Lassie and Babydoll.
Rissa hadn't stop thinking about Elliot since she rang him, she couldn't believe she had been so naive and stupid! And not to mention still a little bit in love with him... No matter how many times he said he loved and cared for her, Rissa knew it was always a lie. How could you treat someone you love so horribly?
-FLASH BACK -
24 year old Rissa paced around her big, prestige and classy home, waiting for her fiance to return from work. She had been waiting 4 hours already and the time on the clock said 3am. But she couldn't sleep, she was too excited! You see, Rissa had some amazing news for her fiance...
Rissa smiled down at the object in her hands. It was a pink and white paddle-shaped stick. A pregnancy test. On the test was a little screen which showed two opaque lines which meant only one thing. She was pregnant!
Her and Elliot had always dreamed about having kids. With the pair of them being older children in their family, they wanted to have so many babies.
Rissa looked up at the clock and sighed. Elliot had promised her that he'd be home no later than 12am, but that was 3 hours ago. Rissa decided to distract herself from waiting impatiently so she decided to clean the house, make dinner and wash their laundry.
The door finally opened at 4.39am. Rissa shot up from the seat at the dining table and grinned at her fiance as he locked the door and took off his jacket. She couldn't wait to tell him the good news! She had it all planned out, she'd run into his arms and kiss him and then take him into the lounge where she'd pass him the test. But things didn't go to plan...
"Why are you still up?" Elliot growled, annoyance clear in his voice. He walked past the brunette and into the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge.
Rissa gulped nervously. He stunk of alcohol and weed, and he was obviously not in a good mood. But maybe his mood will change when she tells him?
"Hi baby, I missed you." Rissa said sweetly, joining him in the kitchen. She held the pregnancy test behind her back so he couldn't see it.
"Are you stupid? I asked you a question." Elliot looked at her as he spat his words out like venom, his eyes were bloodshot and angry. Elliot had had a terrible night at work which meant that when he came home, he'd often take his anger out on Rissa.
Rissa noticed blood splatters on his shirt and gasped."Elliot... Are you hurt?!" She exclaimed, frantically checking him for injuries but she didn't find any... The blood wasn't his.
Elliot blew his top, scaring his fiance to the point of tears. She'd never seen him this furious before... "Answer my fucking question! WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?"
The girl trembled with fear as Elliot walked over to her. She'd seen him mad when he had hit her but never like this.. It was a totally new kind of anger. "I erm.. Was waiting for you, I cooked for us." She reached a hand out to him carefully. "Now please tell me if you are hurt? You have blood on your shirt?"
Her prying made Elliot even more enraged. He let out a huge growl before pushing her away from him, he sent her flying across their foyer.
Rissa's stomach collided with the edge of a small table making her cry out in pain and the pregnancy test fall from her hands.
"Oh I didn't push you that hard, stop being so dramatic." Elliot's voice now held a sinister humour to it. He rolled his eyes at the woman sobbing on the wooden floor.
And then Elliot noticed the pregnancy test on the floor. He rushed over to pick up the stick, quickly examining it. Positive.
The man's angry facade faded into shock, regret and guilt. If you thought things couldn't get any worse... You were wrong.
Rissa let out a shriek when seeing a puddle of red liquid form in between her legs.
"Baby...Baby I'm so sorry" Elliot crouched down beside her, wrapping his arms around her frail body. Rissa pushed him away and curled up into a ball on the floor.
"Call an ambulance." She whispered, clutching her stomach as she watched puddle of blood grow.
Elliot felt tears form in his eyes. "Clarissa please, I didn't know. You know I wouldn't have done that if I did.." His voice was soft, but that didn't fool Rissa. He would've. There was nothing her fiance wasn't capable of.
"My sweet baby..." Rissa sobbed, rubbing her stomach. "Mommy loves you.." And then her eyes faded to black.
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After spending her night being groped, fucked and hit on by men, 19 year old Roxxie was so happy to be back home. That's how bad it was working in Elliot's secret club Ecstasy, she would much rather prefer staying home with her abusive foster family.
Roxxie shoved her rucksack full of money, drugs, alcohol, makeup and lingerie under her bed before going for a shower to wash off the sins.
Roxxie had been stripping and selling her body at the illegal club owned by her bestfriend's psychopathic fiance for about 2 years now. Somehow she managed to keep her business with Elliot a secret this whole time without anyone except the two of them knowing.
The teen had a love/hate relationship with working as a stripper. She liked the attention, loved to dance and show off her body, and the way that it made her feel. She felt powerful, confident and sexy.
But then there were times where she'd get thrown around by men more than twice her age, be forced into doing things she didn't want to do, get STIs and STDs. And then the feelings of embarrassment, disgust and depression would kick in.
Roxxie wished that she would be able to live a 'normal' life, but she knew that that would never happen. She was born into a fucked up family and then forced to join another. Being normal was out of the question.
Once Roxxie had finished drowning her sorrows, she came back into her bedroom to finally get some sleep. Well that was the plan, but obviously things just had to go wrong.
"Where have you been?" A voice asked as Roxxie entered the room. Roxxie gasped when seeing her foster-brother William sat on her bed.
Roxxie gulped, gripping her towel tight in her fists. William was ridiculously sketchy. She hated living with him. Well she hated living with all of the foster-family, they were all creepy and abusive as hell.
"Where have you been?" William repeated, much fiercer than before. "You think i haven't noticed you sneaking in and out at night?" He stood up from the bed and walked over to his sister slowly.
The girl felt her pulse begin to race as her anxiety overcame her. "I.. I just went to a friend's." She stuttered, fear clear in her voice.
William scoffed. "Sure. A 'friend's'." He smirked, crouching down and pulling out her rucksack full of her work essentials. Roxxie's eyes widened and she bit down on her lip.
"What do we have in here, huh?" William said as he emptied the bag out onto her bed. He picked up a wad of dollars and chuckled. "Damn, that's gotta be at least $500.." He muttered, shoving it into his pocket. "Gonna treat myself to a new laptop i think.."
Roxxie watched the male, her body shaking ever so slightly. All she wanted to do was punch him and gather her things and run away. But the Jameson family weren't the kind of people you messed with. Roxxie learned that as soon as she first moved in with them.
William lifted up a lace thong and bra and turned to the red head. He raised an eyebrow and smiled the most creepy smile she'd ever seen. "I bet you look real good in this.." He licked his lips, staring straight into her eyes.
"How 'bout you put it on for me?" He asked, holding out the lingerie to her. Roxxie's breath hitched in her throat, why couldn't she have hid her bag better?
The male knew how nervous Roxxie was, which just made him even more amused. He knew she wouldn't dare to fight back. "Or, i guess i'll wake up mom and dad and tell them all about your little late night adventures?"
Roxxie had no choice. It was either, do whatever William wanted or have her foster-parents find out about her secret life and have them treat her even worse than they already did. What else could she do? Did she want to deal with the 3 of them ganging up on her? Or just William?
"If i do this.." Roxxie inhaled deeply, taking the lingerie out of his hands. "You promise me they won't find out? Ever?" She gulped, looking up at the male who was smiling like a serial killer.
"I promise." William replied, sitting back down on the bed. He took off his shirt and then began to unbuckle his belt.
Roxxie squeezed her eyes shut and let the towel drop to the floor. She wished that this was all just a dream and she'd wake up and be back home in Charming with her real family. But when she reopened her eyes, William was still there in her room, half naked and waiting impatiently.
"You want it the easy way? Or the hard way? Because i'm down with either." William snapped at the girl, making her jump a little.
If selling her body at work wasn't enough, now she was having to do it at home.
--
5 years later.
24 year old Roxxie was stood in front of the mirror staring at her half-naked body through teary eyes. She was covered in fresh cuts and bruises. The bruises were from being manhandled at work but the cuts... The cuts were done by herself, deliberately.
Roxxie was in the middle of dolling herself up to sneak out to work. She did have only an hour to get ready, but she had already used up 20 minutes of it crying.
It was her biological and deceased mother's birthday today. Her foster family either didn't know, or just didn't care. She was left to deal with her emotions alone, all day. And now she was having to go sell her body to sleazy and disgusting men. It was fair to say that Roxxie was feeling pretty broken.
The door to the bathroom swung open and in walked her foster-brother William. He shut and locked the door quickly before grabbing Roxxie and pushing her against the wall.
"I've been thinking about you allllll day." William whispered, his hungry eyes locked on Roxxie's.
"Not tonight." Roxxie's voice was stern and serious.
William let out a low chuckle. "Who the fuck said you were in charge? We have a deal." He snapped at the girl. "Now, shut the fuck up or i'm going to make you."
"Besides, don't you wanna blow off some steam? Ain't it ya junkie mom's birthday?" William knew exactly what to say to push her buttons. He was an expert manipulater.
Roxxie felt the anger rise up in her but she tried her hardest to keep calm. "I'm sure she would want you to have some fun? She was all about havin' fun weren't she?" William smirked. "Maybe too much fun.. Y'know, since it killed her."
The girl lunged at the male, punching him right in his nose. There was no way she was going to let that bastard talk about her mother like that!
William wiped his bloody nose and chuckled. "Do it again. I dare you." Roxxie gritted her teeth and swung at him once more, but in swift movements he blocked her fist and sent his flying at her instead.
The force from the punch knocked Roxxie to the ground with a bang. She hit her head hard against the floor, making her black out for a few seconds.
When her eyes reopened she saw William climbing on top of her.
Roxxie tried her hardest to fight him but he was so strong and heavy! She was like a rag doll compared to him. Her heart raced as she punched and kicked the man who was crushing her body against the cold bathroom floor. It was getting hard for her to breathe which made her even weaker.
But then, she remembered she'd brought her bag into the bathroom with her. And there was something inside her bag that would easily overpower him.
She outstretched her arm trying to grab her rucksack that was only inches away. She grunted and groaned, still trying to fight him as well as straining to reach her bag.
William was already half-naked which meant that Roxxie was running out of time. But then, as if all of her prayers were answered, she managed to wriggle a little and finally was able to get her hands on the bag.
Roxxie rummaged through the slinky lingerie, bottles of alcohol and baggies of drugs before grabbing hold of something solid. And without wasting another second, she yanked out a gun and put it against William's head.
The man froze, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Tears were pouring down Roxxie's face as she held the gun in shaky hands.
"Get off.. Or i will shoot you." Roxxie stuttered, but the power was in her hands, literally.
William nodded slowly, before climbing off of the girl's frail body. Roxxie kept the gun pointed at him the whole time as he moved steadily away from her.
Roxxie also started to get up from the floor, ready to make a runner, but she slipped. Roxxie was caught off guard for only a few seconds, in which William saw an opportunity.
The next thing Roxxie knew was, William lunged at her and then a huge bang echoed throughout the house.
The gun fell out of the girl's hands and she jumped up from the floor instantly. She'd just shot William.
Blood gushed out of the hole in the man's head. The hole that Roxxie had put in him.
Her ears rang from being that close when the gun went off.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps along with shouting and banging broke Roxxie out of her thoughts. Her foster-parents were banging on the bathroom door, screaming and shouting.
Roxxie rushed around the room frantically gathering her things and putting them in her bag before opening the bathroom window. She needed to get the hell out of there before they found her!
The girl threw her bag out of the window and got ready to climb out, but then she remembered the gun was still on the floor beside William's motionless and limp body.
She looked over her shoulder to see that the gun was now in a puddle of William's blood. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it in her bra before climbing out of the window and onto the roof of the livingroom.
Once Roxxie was out of the house, she took off, there was no chance she was going to wait around.
Her sobbing covered up the screaming coming from the house. They must've gotten into the bathroom and seen their son. Roxxie brought out her phone and called the one person who'd be able to help her out. The person who played a part in this mess.
"Sup, princess? Hope you're not calling to tell me you can't make it to work." A male voice spoke.
Roxxie panted and cried down the phone. "Elliot, I fucked up... I really fucked up."
"What do you mean? What did you do?"
"I.. I just killed my foster-brother."
Meet Rex & Charles, or RJ & The Highwayman as I’ve been calling their story (If you can even call it that? It’s just vague ideas right now lmao)
Rex is himbo supreme and loves everybody. He has 0 thoughts in his head apart from dinosaurs and stars and I Care Him. He doesn’t even realize Charles is the wanted man everyone’s been talking about, he just saw someone hurt on the side of the road and said ‘okay, he’s my husband now.’
Charles is an overconfident bitch and has been for 29 slutty, slutty years. He got himself shot and then got himself a husband. Rex calls him ‘Dandy’ and ‘Charlie’ even though he absolutely hates it.
So this is the character I’ve based off of my modded minecraft character! He’s a generally kind and respectful stablehand, but becomes quiet and oddly defensive if anyone starts snooping around the town well, or asks around about the strange noises coming from underground. Most of the town’s residents silently know not to talk about it, but some will see Rex sneaking off towards the well at night and start asking questions.
His arguably favourite handful of a pet is Julep- the microraptor! She’s loud and just about the most conspicuous creature in existence. She’ll shriek whenever she doesn’t get her way, and never fails to make Rex’s life difficult. Every time he takes her outside, she’s determined to make as much noise as possible, almost blowing Rex’s cover in the process.
