Oren and Cricket

Non-selective OC RP blog__Multi-fandom__Off-Kilter Oren and his little friend, Cricket__Main rp blog is chiaroscuros-void

[in-open-arms]

“ It looks like you’ve run afoul of something with wicked claws… ” - timewornherbalist

Asylum cheerful smiled to this and gave a equally giddy laugh. “I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about! Such a statement is beyond what I currently know. Perhaps can you elaborate more to me?” He asks in a all too kind voice.

Will he admit that he had something to do with a wicked terrible thing? Probably not but who knew? The good doctor just loved when he made bots and people alike run on a wild goose chase.

@timewornherbalist

[timewornherbalist]

Oren grumbles and rubs his sweaty palms on the tattered knees of his pants. Something is off about this mech. It makes the old man itch. He considers fleeing, but his curiosity grabs his sleeve to tug him along like it’s his child. He’s never met such an odd mech -- his encounters with Cybertronians and few and far-between. Besides, maybe the stranger is just insecure. Oren knows he hates it when people bring up the scars where his eyes used to be. 

“Ah -- nothin’,” he says. “Sorry for intruding upon your establishment. Lost my way. Do that quite a bit.”

Most Off-Kilters do, but Oren knows better than to reveal what he is.  

[lovesvampire]

random questions for character building (and fun)

go to karaoke song?

a song that describes them?

are they good at sports?

do they have a favorite movie?

three things in their fridge?

most three recently watched on netflix?

celebrity crush?

are they close to their family?

best thing in their life?

greatest regret?

biggest lie?

biggest flaw?

best accomplishment?

greatest fear(s)?

what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

what would their hogwarts house be?

did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?

when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

have they ever been married? are they married?

do they have children? have they before?

do they want children?

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

opinion on horror films?

do they have allergies?

do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

do they have tattoos or piercings? 

do they have any distinctive features or marks?

do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

are they religious or spiritual? 

are they a morning person or night person?

if they could have any superpower what would it be?

who is their ride or die friend?

[vhsmeme]

* creepy location meme

send a number for our muses to interact at the following! 

an uncomfortably quiet gas station 

a bustling diner that never closes

an old tree with trunks like knives 

a video store with a sign titled ‘ JOIN US ’

the back of a stolen car

a twisting forest that beckons you

an antique shop that smells of death and decay

the lot behind a somber hotel

a forgotten graveyard on the outskirts of town

an abandoned church where the choir continue their song 

a grocery store where no one smiles  

a bar where everyone hums the same song

end of the road

an undisclosed government facility

a howling bonfire where shadows betray you

a police station on edge during a blizzard 

an uncanny farmhouse with a ‘ ROOM FOR RENT ’ sign

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

[timewornherbalist]

thesunshallrise:

The solar deity tilts their fluffy head as they hear the heavy, methodical steps make their way towards them. Their triangular ears flick and swivel, keeping focus upon the sounds as they draw closer. Their gaze does not waver from the sky, tracing along the stars, forming old constellations in their mind. They shift their weight and lay down, fresh growth sprouting up around them in a small wave. Stark white fur shines silver in the pale light, their markings clear, but only to those who can See. Most don’t see them as anything but an abnormally large wolf. They have grown oddly used to their anonymity. They keep their ears trained upon the stranger who draws close, listening to their haggard breathing and the sound of cloth flapping in the quiet breeze. They finally turn their gaze away from the sky upon hearing the wheezing, grunt of a greeting. The red-marked lupine shifts their large head and takes in their visitor. Old, worn down and tired. They are reminded vaguely of an old couple that gave them wonderful sweets. The stark black tip of their otherwise pristine tail flicks fondly at that memory, though they do not immerse themselves in the past, they are keenly focused upon the seemingly ancient creature who now sits beside them. They are friendly, perhaps too, but they do not mind it. Instead, they offer a quiet huff – a sound of agreement – and return their gaze to the sky once they are certain their visitor is not going to collapse. ‘… Indeed,’ offers a quiet voice, warm and friendly with a guarded undertone. This form cannot speak, but they do not need to use a mouth to speak. They, instead, project their voice into the directly surrounding area. ‘It is a lovely night.’

Oren sucks in a deep breath of fresh air. Though he cannot see, he feels eyes upon him, hears the warm voice of the stranger among the rustle of the breeze. By their howl, Oren assumes they are a wolf or some similar kin. By their speech, he knows they are not any ordinary wolf.

They are on their guard, not that he blames them. One can never be too careful; the taste of poison is often masked by the sweetness of honey. He will show them he means no harm. And if they turn out to be a malevolent spirit themselves, well, he has trillions of years experience with those. Whether he chooses to fight or run, he is confident in his ability to survive.

For now he’ll just enjoy their company.

Hic!

Oren jolts. He pats his breast pocket, grumbling.

Hic!

His eyebrows furrow. Something under his coat shakes.

Hic! Hic! Hic!

“Gah!” Cricket is so insistent! Just because he’s stupid enough to cozy up to a stranger doesn’t mean they should be so reckless. Still, there’s no use hiding them now. The stranger has no doubt grown suspicious. “Alright…”

Reaching into layers of worn clothing, he pulls out a palm-sized gilded box. It’s deep mahogany with gold detailing and deep blue jewels, and it’s much too fancy to be in the pocket of someone like Oren.

“Nothin’ dangerous,” he assures the stranger with a nod. From a little burlap pouch he takes a large bundle of pine needles and, with surprisingly nimble fingers, weaves together a little doll, which he sets next to the box. Slow, almost reverent, he lifts the lid.

A light darts out and right into the doll. Pine needles rustle, twist, then settle, emitting a gentle shine. The doll stands and stretches.

[rpmemes-galore]

Doctor Who — The Shakespeare Code  {Sentence Starters}

“Do it. Improvise.”

“Oh, it’ll do. I’ve seen worse.”

“Oh, yes. Tonight’s the night.“

“Your effect is special indeed.“

“No mortal has power over me.“

“Such unusual clothes. So fitted.“

“It doesn’t exist, only in rumours.“

“They think it was all special effects?“

“But, there’s no such thing as magic.“

“You don’t want to know. It just does.”

“That’s incredible. You are incredible.“

“Come on. We can all have a good flirt later.“

“Can you hear me? You’re going to be all right.“

“Oh, let’s take the fun and mystery out of everything.“

“Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me.“

“Oh, that’s very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius.“

“Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting.“

“My love is night, my love is day. My love she is my world.”

“Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose.“

“Oh, I think death has been waiting for you a very long time.“

“Oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy. Change them.“

“If I tell them the truth, they’ll panic and think it was witchcraft.“

“_____ may never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?”

“But, you’re clever. Do you honestly think this place is any good?“

“That’s amazing! Just amazing. It’s worth putting up with the smell.“

“This cannot be the home of one so beautiful. Forgive me, this is foul.”

“Let your mind go back. Back to when everything was fine and shining.“

“Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it.“

“There’s still power in those words… Maybe it should best stay forgotten.“

“How should I know? Haven’t even met her yet. That’s time travel for you.“

“Begging your pardon, sir. Mind you don’t hurt that handsome head of yours.”

“That’s brilliant. Doesn’t make sense, mind you, but never mind that. Come here.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but your breath doesn’t half stink.”

[timewornherbalist]

A few quick things

((I have no rules or about page yet, but they will be put up soon! For now, here’s a few quick facts about Oren.

Oren is an Off-Kilter (more on that later)

Not human. He doesn’t remember the name of his race. He doesn’t remember how he used to look.

Oooold. Lost track of how old. 

Extraordinary healer. Got all the herbs.

Everyone is “friend” to him.

Cricket is his travelling companion. They are a little soul that Oren usually keeps in a box, but when it’s safe enough he makes them a little pine needle doll to inhabit for a while. 

Oren is searching for the man who can make Cricket a real body.))

[thesunshallrise-deactivated2018]

They walk quietly, assuredly, every step breathing new life into the ground beneath their paws. The moon hangs high in the sky, full and pale.

Their thick tail swishes as they sit, then curls over their paws as they settle into the damp grass, a ring of new growth sprouting up around them.

Clear blue eyes stare up and the large lupine-formed deity howls, the lone cry sounding almost mournful as it echoes, as though asking for a response.

[timewornherbalist]

Someone hears. 

Slow, heavy footsteps flatten fresh grass, accompanied by the thump of a cane. A man hobbles his way through the night -- if one could call him a man. He seems more of a dilapidated old building, forgotten, over-grown with thorny vines and decay. His gnarled shoulders are hunched and heavy, as though he carries the weight of more than just the worn rags that clothe his ancient self. As he walks his body sways side to side -- he seems as though he might topple one way, then the other, but manages to approach the deity without incident. 

A nest of knotted brown hair raises, shifts to reveal a scarred face, two large gashes sewn shut where eyes may once have been. His skin barely seems like skin anymore; it’s sun shriveled leather and calloused stone, cracked bark and wind-beaten burlap. 

“Evenin’“ he grunts, wheezing as he lowers himself to the ground. His cane -- perhaps his bones, perhaps both -- creak at the shift in weight. “Nice night, eh friend?”