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“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

Character Chart Character’s full name: Reason or meaning of name: Character’s nickname: Reason for nickname: Birth date: Physical appearance Age: How old does he/she appear: Weight: Height: Body build: Shape of face: Eye color: Glasses or contacts: Skin tone: Distinguishing marks: Predominant features: Hair color: Type of hair: Hairstyle: Voice: Overall attractiveness: Physical disabilities: Usual fashion of dress: Favorite outfit: Jewelry or accessories: Personality Good personality traits: Bad personality traits: Mood character is most often in: Sense of humor: Character’s greatest joy in life: Character’s greatest fear: Why? What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Character is most at ease when: Most ill at ease when: Enraged when: Depressed or sad when: Priorities: Life philosophy: If granted one wish, it would be: Why? Character’s soft spot: Is this soft spot obvious to others? Greatest strength: Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Biggest regret: Minor regret: Biggest accomplishment: Minor accomplishment: Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Why? Character’s darkest secret: Does anyone else know? Goals Drives and motivations: Immediate goals: Long term goals: How the character plans to accomplish these goals: How other characters will be affected: Past Hometown: Type of childhood: Pets: First memory: Most important childhood memory: Why: Childhood hero: Dream job: Education: Religion: Finances: Present Current location: Currently living with: Pets: Religion: Occupation: Finances: Family Mother: Relationship with her: Father: Relationship with him: Siblings: Relationship with them: Spouse: Relationship with him/her: Children: Relationship with them: Other important family members: Favorites Color: Least favorite color: Music: Food: Literature: Form of entertainment: Expressions: Mode of transportation: Most prized possession: Habits Hobbies: Plays a musical instrument? Plays a sport? How he/she would spend a rainy day: Spending habits: Smokes: Drinks: Other drugs: What does he/she do too much of? What does he/she do too little of? Extremely skilled at: Extremely unskilled at: Nervous tics: Usual body posture: Mannerisms: Peculiarities: Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: One word the character would use to describe self: One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? How does the character think others perceive him/her: What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Person character most hates: Best friend(s): Love interest(s): Person character goes to for advice: Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Person character feels shy or awkward around: Person character openly admires: Person character secretly admires: Most important person in character’s life before story starts: After story starts:

found here

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Very helpful!!

cosmicablog

Most of the stars you see there are dead.

Sitar turned to see Preservation standing in the air near him, their long black cloak like a funeral shroud, their simple silver band seemed heavy on their brow.

"Dead? But they still glow."

Dead but dreaming of life, Preserved, if for a short time after death. To be seen.

"Do you keep them half alive like that? Do you make them dream of burning?"

You mistake me again, Sitar, I do not do. My existence is merely a matter. It is. When you feel yourself tied so deeply to the earth, that is me. When you reach out to your past, brushing fingers with your dead selves, that is me. I am the persistence of all things, making themselves known to the universe just a little while longer.

"Isn't that cruel? To make something live when it should have died? Isn't that what happened to me?"

You are the one who ties yourself to this land, this country, these people. You live because they persist. You persist because they live.

"I wish you'd speak straightforwardly for once," Sitar grumbled, turning back to look at the stars.

Dead but dreaming of life, burning just a little while longer.

Preserved.

Like him.

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YEAHHHHHH SITAR LORE!!!!!!

the-deep-rift

Kai watched the glowing stone leave his hand, its surface beginning to spark and spit purple light. He remembered its power and understood that it would be the only way to stop the monster his friend had become.

He could feel the freezing touch of space on his fingertips as he floated there, looking up at the towering figure he once knew as Malcom. This time for sure they would both perish from the blast, as it should've gone 20 years ago.

Malcom roared with anger, recognizing the stone.

"COWARD!" He screamed, it seemed to echo as the others that made up his body also screamed. "coward! coward! coward!"

Kai didn't say anything, there wasn't much to say.

as the crystal grew brighter the man simply closed his eyes, he did not fear what would happen next only that it was over. His friends were safe, his world would be safe and his Dakota...He would be safe in Kai's absence.

Kai simply smiled as the sounds of the roars and explosions faded away and he was lost in the inky darkness of space...

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Made a separate blog for deep rift and I posted about Kai and Malcom :3

The girls are fighting!!!

Thinking of Kai and Dakota and how like Dakota would totally make Kai’s new space outfit

Anyways I’m gonna go hyperfixate on my ocs again

#oc lore #the deep rift universe

They call me the yapper

I wanna make an oc who’s this robot pilot like she drives a giant mech along with a few others to protect the savage heart but they get attacked by someone and now their goal is to find the savage heart and or just keep it in deep space where no one will find it

It’s basically this huge military operation led by the mechs

#oc lore #the deep rift universe

I’m here to yap about OCs again

So Malcom is my evil politician guy but he wasn’t always evil until he found the Savage Heart which is like this magical entity that started to affect him negatively.

Most of the people in charge were too weak and slowly died because of exposure to the Savage Heart but Malcom and a few others were being mentally and physically affected by the magic. If it was a good thing depends on who you ask

So Malcom see this and he’s like “we need to use it to destroy other governments from the inside out to end this war” but Kai is like “it already wiped out most of our government and one of us could be next we need to destroy it before more lives are lost.”

Malcom disagrees and Kai leaves for a while to plan to destroy the magic rock.

Wilbur’s wife (she doesn’t have a name yet) stays at the building and watches as everyone starts to plot against Kai and anyone else who wants to destroy the rock and she starts getting all scared

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That’s all I got for now but I like it so far. Slow government takeover by Malcom and his silly rock from space

#oc lore #oc ideas #oc rambling #rambles #my ocs #the deep rift universe

Now this did happen but since it’s just cobalt you can have this big ass paragraph of cobalt having daddy issues

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Cobalt walked into his office but he left the lights off, making his way over to the edge of his desk and leaning against it, looking around at the pictures in the room of his predecessors.

On one side of the wall were pictures of his grandmother, Malery and his deceased grandfather, Leeroy. Then pictures of his mother and father. Then a picture of him, he hated that picture, he looked too nervous in it.

Suddenly a buzzing came from the phone in his pocket and he pulled it out to see what it was.

Lilac Everdeen calling

it read.

He answered it.

“H-Hey mom…” Cobalt whispered into the phone, the moment he finished he could hear her panicking on the other end.

“Cobalt! I heard about what happened! Are you okay? Who was it? I swear if I find the person who did this they’d wish they’d never been born!” She screamed into the phone.

Cobalt was silent, staring at the wall before he snapped back to reality at his mothers voice getting his attention on the phone.

“Cobalt? Honey, are you still there? Are you alright?” Lilac asked, concern laced on her voice.

Cobalt wanted to cry into the phone that he wasn’t, he wanted to go home, he wanted nothing to do with his fathers stupid car business anymore, he wanted nothing to do with anything or anyone in the companies or businesses in polyester anymore, they were all the same corrupt businessmen.

But he kept it together.

“I-I’m okay…I talked to the police…they’re doing all they can…” Cobalt said, his voice was so monotone, so lifeless.

“That’s good to hear…I’m sorry you had to…oh, hold on dear…” Her voice faded from the phone and in the background he could hear a familiar voice and he was filled with a sudden dread.

“Your father wants to talk to you…”

“No I don’t-“ But he was cut off by a man’s voice.

“Hey son, sorry to hear about your injury…did they let you keep the leg?” The man laughed.

“Justin! It’s not funny, he was just shot!” Cobalt heard his mother scold his father in the background.

“I…I still have my leg…” Cobalt said. He sounded so annoyed because he was, he wanted to hang up the phone but that would result in him having to see his father come over to his office to scold him more. That’s all he usually got from his father. Business, horrible jokes and scolding when he did something wrong.

“Cobalt, son, did you finally use the gun?” Justin asked, a bit of hope in his voice.

“No…” Cobalt said, his voice full of regret.

There was a long pause on the phone.

“Cobalt I didn’t give you my fathers gun just as a decoration. I gave it to you to defend yourself and my company. You need to man up, you make yourself look bad when you don’t ever use it. How are you gonna defend what I’ve worked so hard for if you won’t dispose of an intruder?” Justin never yelled, he had a way of showing his anger much differently than most people. Instead of yelling it was just sheer and utter disappointment, he was a master at making anyone feel like garbage when they messed up, especially Cobalt.

Cobalt clenched his jaw when he felt like crying again.

“I-I didn’t want to shoot-“

“Well you need to, Cobalt…it doesn’t matter what you want, it’s never about what you want. It’s about what you need and you need to be a damn man, do you understand me?” Justin said disappointingly into the phone.

“I-I understand…” Cobalt whispered.

“Good. Has my business faltered because of your…cowardliness?” Justin hissed into the phone.

Cobalt was silent for a moment, he hadn't done any work in almost 3 whole days.

“I haven't been able to work because-”

“Cobalt!” Justin snapped for a second, interrupting Cobalt before lowering his voice. “I want to make one thing clear with you, son…if I ever find you lazing about again because what? Because you're sad? Because you can't toughen up a little bit? I'll shoot you myself. That is a fact, not a threat. My business is the only reason you, me and your mother can continue to live comfortably without problems, do not ruin it with your emotions and stupidity. I am a retired man, I Have other work to do, do not make me come over there and do your job for you because if I have to I will and I will not leave until you can get your act together. Are. We. Clear?”

Cobalt tried to answer but it felt as if he was choking on his words.

“Cobalt…Do. You. Understand? Yes or no?” Justin said through his clenched teeth.

“Y-Y-Yes…” Cobalt stuttered, failing to force his voice from shaking so much.

“Perfect. Oh and one more thing, stop meddling with the Torium folks, that charity program of yours makes you look soft.” Justin said then he hung up the phone before Cobalt could respond.

Cobalt just stared at his reflection on the phone screen. So much was going on, too much was happening all at once and his father was not helping, sitting in his stupid retirement home sipping on wine telling Cobalt to do this and do that, scolding him for getting shot. It wasn’t his fault for getting shot.

Cobalt stood up and chucked the phone at the wall, hearing something shatter when he did. He looked up and watched one of the pictures on the wall clatter to the ground, showering the floor with broken glass.

“Shoot…” Cobalt whispered, running over to the broken frame on the ground.

He carefully lifted it up and stared at it. It was a picture from when Cobalt was given his fathers company 4 years ago. Him and his father were shaking hands and his mother stood beside him holding his suitcase and a bag full of random papers.

Cobalt sat on the ground with his back against the wall, shaking the loose glass from the frame.

He stared at the picture for a while, mostly looking at his past self…he couldn’t possibly have imagined how much this job would’ve changed his life in just a few years.

He stared at the picture and thought about everything until he finally broke down.

#rambles #character writing #oc lore #oc writing

Here’s an old conversation between Cobalt and one of my friends characters that I never posted to the server cause it didn’t fit at the time but I still like it

———

Cobalt sat silently in the cruiser for a bit, collecting himself until he finally spoke.

“When Grehix…” His voice was shaking and his eyes were just staring at the dashboard in front of him, “I didn’t know he…he would find me so fast…he wasted no time…no time at all.” Cobalt explained.

“Grehix wanted his blueprints back and two people that were with me at the warehouse…I told him to leave…I had my gun on him…he wanted me…he wanted me to shoot him, I could’ve shot him,” He sounded so guilty, admitting that he probably should’ve shot him.

“But…But I didn’t and that's when it happened, that gunshot, it was so deafening…I didn’t even realize what had happened yet a-and then...” Cobalt put his hand on his leg as if to check. He was quiet while he did before lifting his hand to wipe the tears from his face. He sounded like he might go all hysterical again but he managed to keep it together while they were sitting there.

“Then it was just…pain…” Cobalt shuddered slightly, “I don’t ever…I…I thought he was going to kill me…and he was…it was his intention to.”

Cobalt paused.

“So I gave him his blueprint back but only if he would leave me and the people with me alone…Grehix t-told me he would…If I told anyone he'd kill me and anyone else involved. Then he left…He just left me there…I don't remember much after that, only that you were there and bits of the emergency room…” Cobalts voice faded, still staring forward.

#rambles #oc lore #lore dump #character writing

I uploaded this to unvale but I’ve just remembered like the purpose of tumblr and now had a reason to post welcome aboard the yap boat I am your captain, please listen and you may also speak idc lmao

Anyways here Casimir and Lance interaction I wrote (not entirely canon but it’s along the lines of what happens)

———

Lance held his plasma gun up to the Donoar leader who was sitting in a poorly made chair in front of him in the large warehouse, fury etched into his eyes. He finally did it, he was finally going to find those missing people and bring them home, after all these years of running around it was over. Justice would be served.

“Where are they, Polaris?” Lance demanded, poking the cyborg with the tip of his gun.

Polaris just looked at Lance with a mischievous look, the man was unable to smile due to his fully metal faceplate but Lance could tell he would've had a large grin on his face if he could.

Lance's eyes narrowed.

“WHERE ARE THEY?!” He shouted, using the handle of his gun to strike Polaris’ shoulder.

Polaris simply grunted.

“They're right here, Winters.” Polaris chuckled and pointed to himself, “They've been with you the whole time-”

Lance struck him again but this time in the jaw.

“Dont fuck with me, Polaris!” Lance hissed.

Polaris didn't chuckle anymore he just stared up at the detective but then his eyes started to fall, not figuratively, not looking at the ground, Polaris’ eyes literally fell out of his face and bounced onto the floor in front of Lances feet, a small splatter of blood appearing beneath them.

The detective was so taken aback he nearly dropped his gun. Did Polaris just die in front of him? But how, what in the name of Selia just happened?

But thats when he heard the familiar chuckle of Polaris as the Donoar leader lifted his head and Lance stared into the empty sockets, a shiver running down his spine.

“You know detective, you were the only person I ever had to worry about during all this, it seemed like you could see right through my disguises.” Polaris’ voice seemed to go more high pitched as he stood, he didn’t sound like Polaris anymore and soon he started to look less like Polaris as his metal skin seemed to melt away and become a bright orange fur coat.

“But I was always three steps ahead of you regardless…”

The creature that once resembled Polaris pushed Lance backwards with one clawed hand and stood fully. The creature grabbed the metal faceplate and removed it to reveal an eyeless smiling face.

It was at least a foot taller than Lance, it still wore Polaris’ outfit but it didn’t fit the creature's lanky body at all.

This begged the question, where was Polaris? How had he been chasing a man who didn’t even exist? But that wasn’t possible, Lance knew Polaris before he left. But then it clicked.

“I thought all the shifters were purged during the first night war” Lance whispered. He had read about shifters, werewolf like shifting but instead of a wolf it was anyone you desired but it came with the cost of your own eyes.

The creature laughed.

“Oh you catch on quick I must admit. But that is only half of what I am. I am something greater than you will ever know.”

Lance narrowed his eyes. Great Selia, he didn’t have time for games.

The detective leveled his gun back at the creature.

“Where are the missing people?”

The creature looked disappointed and just stared at the detective.

“You’re no fun, Winters.” He sighed, then he reached for the collar of the detectives shirt.

Lance gasped and shot at the creature but it was too late.

The creature slammed Lance into the ground with such force he broke through the floor and into a basement like area but he couldn’t see because of the dust.

Lance gasped and coughed, blood spitting from his mouth. He’d never seen anyone with such power like that.

“Wh-what…the…” Lance coughed in disbelief, more blood pooled out of his mouth and he swore under his breath. He couldn’t be having a blood issue right now, it wasn’t the time.

Lance heard a scraping sound from somewhere in the darkness and for the first time he was truly afraid, he didn’t know what else this thing was capable of. He slowly crawled away from where he fell to try and find somewhere to hide while blood dripped from his mouth.

“Ooohhh now this is fun, detective…I enjoy this game very much.” The creatures voice echoed through the dark empty basement.

“But I need to find you, I can’t continue my plans without you.”

Lance continued to crawl through the darkness blindly. He didn’t want to know what it had planned for him, he needed to find an exit and fast.

“It will be wonderful, you’ll see. I will bring an age of fiery peace to my people and a fiery death to yours. Your people will learn how it feels to be hidden away and I will be a god amongst men once more.” The sound of metal scraping on the wall after he spoke made Lance crawl faster and soon he found a room and he slowly got to his feet to enter.

“But I can’t do this without you detective, you must help…” but the creatures voice faded as Lance entered the room and closed the door.

Lance was breathing heavily and coughed slightly. In the darkness of the room he held his hands out to try and find a switch of some kind. His fingers intertwined with a small piece of thread that seemed to be held up by something on the ceiling, a pull light. Lance pulled it and the dark room lit up with a dim light.

He blinked, getting used to the light and he looked around for an exit but the room was empty besides a tarp that covered a shelf in the corner.

Curiosity got the better of Lance as he neared the shelf that was hidden away, placing his hand on the old leather tarp and tearing it away to reveal something that would change Lance forever.

Eyes.

all of them placed neatly next to each other. They were dead but Lance felt as though they were staring at him, judging him, a feeling of fear and unforgiveness filled the room.

It was them, the missing people, they were all here but only part of them.

Lance was going to scream when a voice interrupted him.

“Beautiful, aren't they detective?” The creature spoke. How long had he been there?

“They all kept me safe for all these years.”

Lance was silent before he turned around to attempt to attack the creature, his hand balled into a fist but then he felt a terrible sharp pain and the sound of tearing flesh was near deafening.

The creature simply chuckled as Lance looked down to see a large metal pipe embedded into his chest.

Lance stumbled backwards but the creature grabbed him before he could fall to the ground and pulled him close to his face.

“You are part of something greater than you realize, detective. I need your little friend to bestow you with whatever Selia left behind on this mortal plane and I thought I’d help give that little rabbit a push.” The creature tapped the metal pipe and Lance winced.

“Nonsense…S-Selia is just a-a-a myth…I don’t believe…in gods” Lance sputtered, his coughing spit blood onto the creatures face but it looked unfazed only hurt by what Lance had said.

“You really should’ve listened to that priest…or me, I should say.” He hissed, turning Lance around to show him the priest's eyes. “I’ve been giving you hints the whole time.”

Lance choked on his breath, a guilt rising in him. He’d seen the priest only a few weeks ago.

“You and I are the next in line according to the stories. When the sun goddess’ son would return with the moon goddess’ chosen the sun would return with a fiery hatred more powerful than the first fire.” He chuckled.

“You believe yourself to be Casimir…The banished son?” Lance spat, all this pain caused by a man who thinks himself god.

“No, I don’t believe, I was born as Casimir and banished by that witch you all call a savior.” Casimir hissed, slamming Lance into the bookshelf.

Lance didn’t say anything, he really couldn’t, he just looked at all the eyes and they seemed to stare back into his soul as if to ask him why he didn’t save them.

He wheezed as the pain in his chest worsened.

“I won’t help you Casimir.” Lance whispered

“I don’t think you ever had a choice in the matter and you have your little rabbit friend to blame for that, I’m honestly surprised he never told you what he truly was.” Casimir smiled. “It was fun watching you work, detective but I must prepare for the dawn, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

Casimir let Lance fall to the ground and the man let out a cry of pain as he felt the metal pipe shift in his chest. Casimir chuckled and left the room, leaving the door open.

Lance was finally alone in the room and he could see all of the people’s eyes.

The police chief, the priest, his detective partner, the speakeasy owner and many more on the shelf. How long had they all been Casimir and not their normal selves? How long had they’d actually been dead for without him realizing?

Lances breathing quickened and his vision started going dark, his cries began to become more and more quiet as he felt the energy leaving his body and at some point everything went black…

#oc lore #vampire oc #detective oc #the deep rift universe #rambles #lore dump