#hephzibah cece

[jackyjackdraws]

Little gift based off @novelistservant recent fic

Just a couple of friends having a good time!

#gravity falls #Mystery Husbands AU #hephzibah cece #kevin griffith #It was a fun way of trying new shading techniques #It's fun as fuck! #Also I really liked how the arcade setting turned out #Makes a man proud of his work

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Pair of Dossers

My OC, Hephzibah, and @jackyjackdraws ‘s OC, Kevin, have a fun night out. Love you, dude! Thanks for being an amazing friend!

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Kevin didn’t know everybody in Gravity Falls, but he knew a good chunk of people. You don’t live in the same town for twenty years and not recognize faces, meet people, even make some friends.

Then again, between raising a pair of twins, running a business, and working on a trans-dimensional portal to try to get a brother-in-law back, he didn’t have loads of extra time to socialize outside his normal bubble then he would like to.

But very recently he and his husband hired a very young handyman, whom Amanda trained before leaving for college, and Kevin knew of his grandmother. Teo Ramierez had five children in total, and her youngest daughter, Maria, gave her a grandson. Soon after the little guy’s birth, Maria passed away and the bad use of good white skin hadn’t seen Jesus since he was born and made no attempts to change that. So now, after so many years of shouting, pushing and shoving, and a house that was basically Kevin’s worst nightmare, the tiny house was quiet and filled with love as Teo could put the past behind her and focus on raising her grandson.

Kevin couldn’t help but notice, though, that Teo had a friend.

Kevin had seen her around town before, even in Gravity Falls Gossiper (if only for petty reasons, as Toby had a bone to pick with the woman for some unknown reason), but her family had been in town for generations and she seemed like an overall nice lady. The old Irishman got to finally meet her one day as he left the grocery store.

He had a single bag of items, blinking into the sunlight, and couldn’t help but notice a woman his age knelt besides a motorcycle, muttering and grumbling in frustrations, fiddling with the engine, a small toolbox opened at her feet.

The woman stood up straight and popped her back, her ponytail of dreadlocks flicked to her back to let some air onto her neck. She wore a white blouse, a black leather jacket, matching boots, and rough-up blue jeans. With red lips and golden bracelets and earrings decorating her beautiful dark skin, she turned the key in the ignition, listening to the engine struggling to stay on, then knelt beside the bike again.

Kevin had an idea or two of what her problem was, having spent a good few years as a mechanic, so deciding to be a Good Samaritan, he walked up to the woman and the bike and cleared his throat, hoping not to startle her. “Excuse me, lass, need a hand, or you wanna keep on effin’ and blindin’?”

“Nah, I think I got it.” The woman said casually. “I just need… actually, I could use a second pair of hands. Can ya hold this here while I tighten this?”

“Sure.” Kevin placed his bag by the bike and held the part in place like the woman asked. She was now able to tighten it much easier, and when they released and she started the bike, it roared and purred like a lion.

“Sweet! Thanks.” The woman held out a hand to shake. “I’m Hephzie.”

“Kevin.” He replied, smiling and shaking her hand, noticing the interesting circles and various symbols tattooed on the back of her hands.

“Yeah, Mr. Mystery, right?” Hephzie clarified. “Congrats on the name change. Though I kinda prefer Murder Hut.”

Kevin snorted and rolled his eyes, something his husband said when Kevin was insisting on the name change to try to appeal to younger children and their overprotective parents. “Heh, thanks.”

“Well hey, ya wanna grab a beer or somethin’ some time?” Hephzie offered, zipping up her black leather jacket. “Do somethin’ tomorrow night?”

Kevin blinked, a bit surprised, and to be perfectly honest his first instinct was to tell her no and remind her that he was happily married. But then he reminded himself that she knew that already, and genuinely was asking if he wanted to hang out with a friend, which he did. And so trusting his husband would be cool about it, Kevin nodded and said, “Yeah sure, I could go for a pint of the black stuff.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at six.” Hephzie clicked on her helmet, gave a polite little nod, then rode away, leaving Kevin to smile and shrug at himself, pulling the keys out of his pocket for the red Diablo.

“Grand.”

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“Oh, fella, I’ve made plans tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

“One of Soos’ Abuelita’s friends invited me out for a drink.”

“Okay.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, eyeing the conman at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of afternoon coffee while reading a newspaper. He expected Stan to be okay with it, but this was a little too okay. Was it? “And… that’s okay with you?”

Stan raised an eyebrow. “Should it not be okay with me?”

“No, that’s not what I…”

“Look, babe, what do you want, a kiss on the cheek?” Stan chuckled. “You made a friend, good for you. Go out and have fun! And when you’re all drunk and horny and a mess, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Kevin snorted, smiling at the man who had stolen his heart. Of course he would be okay with it. “I love you. And yes, I do want a kiss on the cheek.”

Stan grinned like he always did when his husband told him he loved him. “Love you, too. Well if you want that kiss you better walk over here, cuz I’m too old to be getting up.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. A man grows a full head of gray hair and suddenly the “too old” card is much more playable. Still, Kevin had no problem walking over for that kiss on the cheek, taken by surprise when Stan wrapped his beefy arms around him and made the Irishman sit on his lap for more kisses.

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HONK!

“Get in, loser, we’re going shopping!” Hephzie called over the motorcycle’s engine with a mocking voice.

Stan smiled at the remark he heard from the living room. Kevin slipped on his blazer, kissed Stan goodbye, and hurried out through the door. He shook Hephzie’s hand in greeting, then accepted the offered helmet.

Kevin clipped the protective headwear on and asked, “So what’re we gonna do?”

“The question is ‘what aren’t we gonna do’, Ponytail.” Hephzie quipped, made the engine roar, and sped away from the Shack and into town, Kevin’s booming laughter joining in the chorus.

Their first stop was the arcade, where Hephzie kicked Kevin’s ass to his dismay, and a few rematches erupted before the next stop.

They went to a gas station, bought some snacks, then Hephzie used the pay phone, Kevin watching as he munched on a doughnut.

“Gravity Falls Gossiper, this is Toby Determined.”

Hephzie cleared her throat, and in a voice exactly like that female news reporter, she said, “Hello, this is Sandra Himenez. I’ve wanted to tell you, Toby, that you’ve really impressed me with your reporting skills.”

“SANDRA HIMENEZ?! R-really?! Wow! I’ve thought your work was impressive for years!”

Kevin snorted into his hand. Hephzie shushed him quietly, then resumed. “Oh, Toby, you keep my pen full of ink!”

Laughing over his horrible poetry and declaration of love, Kevin had to hang up the phone, their laughter ruining the prank call, then he decided to prank call the local pub.

“Hi, I’m looking for a guy. Last name, Keebum. First name, Lee.”

“Uh, hang on a sec. Hey, does anyone have a Lee Keebum? C’mon, do I got a Lee Keebum?”

Hephzie snorted and couldn’t contain her laughter over the childish joke. Her laughter was contagious, making Kevin laugh as he hung up the phone and they ran to the motorcycle.

Hephzie pulled them up to the Northwest Manor, to which Kevin raised an eyebrow. “What’re we doing here, Chancer?”

Hephzie reached into the hidden compartment under the seat and pulled out a grocery bag full of water balloons. “Wanna help me trash their stupid limo?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” Kevin said, hurrying to the wall and letting her climb his shoulders.

Hephzie pulled Kevin up, and with the limo in view, they threw paint-filled water balloons at the limo, until a stuffy young man in a bathrobe exited the manor.

“What is going on here?!”

Kevin threw a little too aggressively, and bright blue paint exploded on Preston’s head.

“DUDE!” Hephzie yelled, amazed.

Kevin’s face grew pale.

“You riff-raff!” Preston squealed like a young girl.

Hephzie and Kevin ducked off the wall as sirens started going on, racing away on the motorcycle.

“LEG IT, DOSSER!”

“Working on it!”

A few miles away, once it was obvious they were in the clear, they cackled into the night air. Kevin hadn’t been this reckless since his younger years. Back before Stan and he had promised to grow old together. Before kids, before the Shack, before Gravity Falls. It was nice to pretend to be young and stupid for a night.

Kevin made Hephzie pull up to a liquor store, and when he emerged with a pack of beers, she grinned and drove them to the cliff side, giving them a perfect view of Gravity Falls while they sat on the grass and drank, among small talk.

“Thanks again for the night out, lass.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Can… Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

Kevin stirred the content of his can, rotating his wrist, his arm resting on a blended knee. “Why did you invite me to hang out with you?”

Hephzie sipped her drink and shrugged. “I dunno. Ya just seemed like a nice guy n’ I wanted to hang out with ya n’ ya looked like ya could use a good time, s’all.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow and joked, “I looked like I could use a good time? What, I come across as a damsel in distress?”

“Piss off.” Hephzie chuckled. “Ya know, I do this kinda shit with Teo every so often. It’s fun, just enjoying the town.”

“I find it kinda funny we’ve never met before.” Kevin thought out-loud.

“I’m outta town a lot.”

“I think…” Kevin stopped, remembering a time he was at the park with Andrew and Amanda, and he could have sworn Hephzie was there with a boy in a hoodie. “I think our kids are the same age. Do you have a kid?”

Hephzie smiled. “I do. Got two boys. Ya n’ Stan got twins right? Boy n’ girl?”

“Yup!” Kevin said proudly. “Amanda and Lucas. Wanna see a picture?”

Hephzie nodded enthusiastically, and Kevin pulled out his wallet and showed her a small photo from when they first opened the Murder Hut, a pair of young men in suits, each holding a kindergartener in their arms.

“Aw!” The woman cooed. “They’re beautiful! Here, guess it’s only fair I show ya mine.” Hephzie pulled out her wallet, too, and inside Kevin saw a younger version of Hephzie, sitting with a boy on each knee. One of them was blond, and probably the boy Kevin saw at the park. But the other one…

“Wait… Isn’t that Tate McGucket?” Kevin asked, pointing at the somewhat popular boy. Nearly everyone in town knew who Tate was, the poor boy who’s father lost his mind and now lived at the dump. But Kevin also knew him from the new bait shop he opened on the lake just a few months ago; given how often Kevin and Stan fish, they had already done a fair amount of business with the young man.

Hephzie chuckled. “Yup. I mean, he’s not mine mine, but he’s been livin’ with me since he was six, n’ he n’ my son, Selim, consider each other brothers, so…”

“That’s more than good enough for me.” Kevin said with a smile, pocketing his wallet; it was nice to know that, even if Tate lost a family, he had another one. “Amanda and Andrew went to college.” Kevin shared.

“Ah. Empty nest syndrome?”

Kevin shrugged. “A little. What about you? Have the boys moved out?”

“Ya could say that.” Hephzie said with a shrug, then finished her can.

Kevin wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but seeing how she didn’t elaborate, he decided to drop it. As Hephzie opened another can, Kevin asked, “Say, you won’t be opposed to coming to the Shack in a few days and playing cards, would you? I think you and Stan would really hit it off.”

Hephzie smiled and said, “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m leavin’ town tomorrow, but I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

“Oh, okay. Where off to?”

“Canada.”

“Ew.” Kevin teased. “Why?”

Hephzie laughed and said, “I’m doing a favor for my brother up north. Selim’s already been helpin’ him out, but I figured lend a hand, too.”

“Gotcha.” Kevin said, holding up a can to her. “Well, be sure to let me know when you’re in town again, Chancer.”

“For sure, Ponytail.” And they toasted with a dull clink of metal.

#gravity falls #gf #fanfiction #hephzibah cece #jackyjackdraws #stan pines #gift #I’ve kinda missed writing about my baby #I’ve got a big thing planned for her #but I’m on the fence if i want to make it fanfiction #or change a few things and have it be something entirely new #who knows #love you Jack! #i hope you like it!!! #Kevin Griffith

[stephreynaart]

Commission from @novelistservant

A scene based off her fanfic Crash and Burn

#commission art #commission #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #stanley pines #gravity falls fan fiction #stanford pines #hephzibah cece #novelistservant

[honeye]

art-trade done with @novelistservant and her beautiful OC Hephzibah !!!! go check them out they’re one of the best people i’ve ever met and they write fanfics too !!!<3<3<3<3

#friendoc #gravityfalls #gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #hephzibah cece #gf #myart #my art #i love the so much #always so fun to draw

[nataliedanovelist]

A commissioned art piece by @honeye, who did an AMAZING JOB!!! Guys, seriously, give her your money, you WILL NOT regret it!!!

The sound of breaking glass made the married couple break their kiss and look where the sound had come from, out to the hallway. Ford took off his puffy shirt from around his hips and tossed it on the table. Hephzie started her way to investigate, but Ford grabbed her left wrist. "Hephzibah, wait!" He hissed. "It might be dangerous."

Hephzie rolled her eyes and let her husband lead the way, slowly creeping to the door. They both stared at the little window in the door; a big hole had been broken into it, like someone had thrown a rock, but they looked around the floor for any sign of a thrown object and found nothing.

"Stan is a horrible watchman." Ford growled.

"He probably fell asleep while watchin' out for those teens." Hephzie guessed with a low chuckle and went to the door. She opened it and looked around for any sign of what might have broken the window, but once again found nothing.

Ford was right behind her and peering around the woods, but he didn't see anything, either. Suddenly, a low moan caught their attention and they looked out onto the long, winding road that led out to a view of the dark woods. They both squint their eyes to try to see ahead, but their eyes soon flew wide open as a pack of deceased humans with green skin started to walk towards the house, dragging their feet and guts along with them.

"ZOMBIES!" The two live humans yelled.

Ford slammed the door shut. Hephzie pulled out a handgun from Stan's brown leather jacket that hung on the coat-rack and cocked the weapon.

"Ford, please tell me you've already done your fair share of research about zombies n' know their weakness." Hephzie pleaded as she stared at the door, counting down the seconds until something would try to break it down.

"I have seen some in the past, but have somehow always managed to get away!" Ford answered and put a protective hand on his wife's shoulder. "The good thing is at least it's a smaller pack. They can come in bigger groups."

"So what, we just kick their asses back into the underworld?" Hephzie asked.

"Pretty much." Ford guessed, trying to keep calm but failing miserably.

A hand reached through the window and reached for the door knob to try to open the door. Hephzie shrugged her husband's shoulder off of her and ran to the door. She used the handle of the gun to beat on the hand and it fell off the arm. The arm retracted and the green-skinned hand laid on the floor like a dead spider.

Stan ran down the stairs, still dressed in all black but without his buckets of slime. "Are they seriously trying to…"

"It's not pranking teenagers, you knucklehead!" Ford yelled. "It's zombies!"

"Oh, thank God." Stan sighed with relief. "I thought those stupid teens had beaten me to the punch."

"STANLEY!"

"Right, sorry." Stan said and slipped on his brass knuckles as he pulled them out from his pockets. "Zombie apocalypse."

"It's not an apocalypse." Hephzie said with a roll of her eyes and a small smile. She tossed the handgun to her husband and pulled out a baseball bat from behind the couch in the living room. "We just gotta keep 'em out of the house."

"Right, like we've done such a good job of keeping weird stuff outta the house." Stan said sarcastically and stood beside his brother.

Crash and Burn: Chapter 31, Zombies

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #crash and burn #hephzibah cece #OC #ford pines #stan pines #zombies

[nataliedanovelist]

Mystery Trio AU Sneak Peak

Art created by @ho-ne-ye! Go give her some much-deserved love!

Stanford only spared a second to wipe the sweat from this forehead and then resumed flipping through his old college textbook. He reread the text, drotted some notes, then read some more to absorb much-needed information. 

Meanwhile, Stan was walking around the house to grab a tool for his Diablo, when a welcoming voice caught his attention. “Hey there, Stanley. Havin’ a good day?”

Stan looked up from the greasy rag in his hands and smiled uncertainly at his friend, who was sitting on the big rock at the edge of the woods with a book in her hands. “Hey, Hephzie. Yeah, how about you?”

“Pretty good, thanks.” 

And Stan entered what his twin called the thinking parlor and cleared his throat to bring Ford back into the real world. “Uh, Sixer, is that… Hephzie, sitting outside?”

“Hm? Uh, what?” Ford tore his train of thought off course to answer his brother, and after a quick glance out the window, he nodded and attempted to resume his research while also answering his brother’s question. “Oh, yes. We stopped by for a second so I could check on some facts on erosion and plate tectonics, I believe it could help us learn more about the geodites.”

“Uh, huh.” Stan looked back at Hephzie, clearly baffled about something Ford wasn’t. “And… you left her waiting outside?”

Ford shrugged, mid-paragraph on something useful, making Stan’s eyes widen and his head shake in disapproval.

“No, Stanford, this isn’t how we treat people.” Stan scolded, sounding more like Ma than he intended to. “Ya bring her inside, outta the heat, n’ offer her something to drink, y’know, like an adult…”

“We only stopped by for a second, Stanley.” Ford explained dismissively. 

Stan blinked at his genius-brother’s stupidity before adding this fact. “You came home fifteen minutes ago, knucklehead. I know cuz I checked my watch when I heard the door.”

Ford checked his own watch and a rush of adrenaline coursed through his body when he realized that his brother was right.

“Meanwhile, Hephzie’s sitting outside on a rock like a lizard.” Stan chucked while Ford scrambled for his books and notes, planning to join her outside and quickly move on to their previous investigation sight, a sight Hephzie swore a breeding ground for geodites hid.

“Well, I just got caught up…” Ford attempted to explain, but Stan cut him off.

“That’s what I keep talkin’ about, Sixer.” He watched his brother scramble for books for a second before adding abruptly, “She likes ya, y’know?”

Ford looked up at Stan, arms filled with his journal, textbooks, and pages full of knowledge, and was genuinely thrown off by this piece of information. The family members by exact same parents met eyes for a moment, Stan revealing in the fact that he was right and Ford was wrong, and the less-experienced in romance quite confused.

“Ain’t ya ever gonna do something about that?” Stan asked warmly, patting Ford’s shoulder before walking across the thinking parlor for the hallway, hoping to find what he was looking for elsewhere in the house.

Ford sighed tiredly. Maybe there was a reason he focused more on the anomalies in Gravity Falls than in romance; wildlife was easier to understand than girls. The six-fingered chubby owl peeled back the curtain of the thinking parlor’s window to better see the pretty dark-skinned woman sitting on the big rock, reading a book, smiling at the story and the squirrel that ran up a nearby pinetree. Ford found himself smiling, as well, and let the curtains fall back as he debated one what to tackle first: geodites or his potential relationship with Hephzibah Cece. He decided on the first, and opened the back door of the shack, ready to apologize for taking so long but ready to make up for it by having the answers they needed.

#GF #gravity falls #Mystery Trio #gravity falls au #hephzibah cece #gravity falls oc

[nataliedanovelist]

(I did not draw this, my friend, @missinspi, drew this for me) (https://www.deviantart.com/missinspi)

Wanna read fics with this OC in it?

For a fic close to canon Gravity Falls (season 3?), read this.

For an AU about Stan and Ford getting a new neighbor at seven-years-old, read this.

Miscellaneous Oc Asks

@cityandking created a (relatively short) list of random, weird, hopefully interesting OC asks. Feel free to specify a character or just send a couple of questions, and then share it around!

What six CD’s would your OC keep in their car? Is it just a taste/preference thing, or do any of them have particular significance? I can’t think of any particular CDs, but as far as artists go... Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Queen (or in the Gravity Falls world, the band called King), ACDC, a disk full of instrumental piano music, and a Dolly Parton CD her friend Madeline Ingrid probably gave her.

What does your OC smell like? What does your OC wish they smelled like? Coconut butter, japanese cherry-blossom perfume, and occasionally disinfectant (she works at a hospital). She tried every hard to smell nice, as most women do, and if she feels like work is ruining that, she might use her favorite “stress relief” lotion to help overpower the smells of rubber gloves and baby spit up.

How aesthetically-oriented is your OC in their clothing? Their living space? Their general presentation? If their look™ is mismatched, is that on purpose? Hephzie has a plain, easy-to-follow fashion sense: blue-jeans with t-shirts for casual events, jeans with blouses for nicer days, and occasionally a sweater for the winter. She also has a small love for boys’ clothes; she won’t shy away from mens’ t-shirts or button-ups if they feel nice and look OK. Her living space is relatively tidy (having grown up with grandparents who needed clean floors to avoid falling) but she’s not a clean freak. Her living space is very artsy and mitch-match, having friends all over the world and she loves learning about different cultures. She might have a rug from India by her bed, but a quilt from Ireland on her bed and a small statue from Hawaii on her dresser. With a bunch of hand-me-downs and mis-match tastes, her overall aesthetic is old and comfort.

What one word would you use to describe your OC’s vibe? Chill.

What’s one mundane thing that would throw them off-kilter? Why? Nuclear families. She grew up with her Grandma and Grandpa on her mother’s side. She never knew her father and her mother abandoned her at a hospital, not even waiting to see what would happen to Hephzie. So Hephzie values family very much, but she sees no reason why blood should be the most important factor in the definition in “family”. The idea of a “normal” family, one with two parents who are married and in love, siblings, and occasionally cousins and aunts and uncles, is like a dream to her. It’s nice, but not for her.

What kind of AU is your OC best suited to? What kind of AU would be the worst? Is there any AU that would be, objectively, just really funny? Hephzie is in 2 AUs: one pretty close to canon Gravity Falls, and one in which she grows up as neighbors to Stan and Ford. Both AUs are very interesting and I love seeing how she responds to each scenario, but I think the more “tragic” of the two is the canon-like one. I’ve toyed with an AU of her becoming a singer and I can see it going either two ways: either she crumbles under the pressure and gets into drugs and overdoses, or she flourishes and uses her money and power for good, like feeding the hungry and helping the homeless find homes.

If your OC could pick a different name, title, or pseudonym for themself, what would they pick? Why? Have they ever been given an alternate name/title, and how do they feel about it? Well, her birth name is Alicia-Sarah Hephzibah Fisher Cece, but she HATES the name Alicia-Sarah and only goes by Hephzibah/Hephzie. In one AU, she legally “fixes” her name.

If your OC were playing D&D, what would their race and class be? What backstory tragedy™ would they give their character? Does that reflect their own life in any way? Be honest. Okay, because a certain extra-special person in her life loves D,D, & More D, she plays, too. She’s an woodland elf, a healer, and has very little interest in her character, but she likes the storytelling and the praise she gets if she manages to heal a wizard with pointy-ears and fluffy brown hair named Rokuro the Righteous.

Star Wars or Star Trek? A certain boyfriend of hers likes Star Trek better, but she likes Star Wars better. It’s been a bitter rival since the beginning of time.

If your OC is from a fantasy world, where in the real world would they come from? If your OC is from our world, which fantasy world would they most want to live in? Bonus: Would you ever write/RP them in that world? Hephzie grew up on Irish folktales (her grandmother’s family is from there), so she would love to meet færies and see magic and meet a selkie. Screw being a mermaid, she wanted to be a selkie! And... no, don’t expect a fic about this.

What plant, animal, and color does your OC feel like today? A Venus Flytrap, a mongoose, and the color dark-green. It’s been a rough day but she’s keeping a level head.

If your OC were a superhero, how flashy would their costume be? Also, what would their superpower be? Does this go with their costume at all, or are they all about fashion? #Can’tFightCrimeIfYouAin’tCute Well... in the canon-like AU, she’s kinda a superhero already, so... think something like a knight’s armor on the arms and legs with a maroon cape. Power would be healing, but she can also fight hella well with a sword and bow-and-arrows. And she’s never cared about looking good, she just wants to survive the war...

Does your OC thrift? Buy designer? Where would they shop irl? GOODWILL FOR THE WIN!!! She and her friends called it “treasure hunting” in high-school and it stuck. She loves it, and when a certain somebody came out with a song about it, she was livid (even if she was fifty-something years old).

Is your OC superstitious? If so, what superstitions do they believe? If not, what do they think of superstitious people? She’s constantly around the supernatural and abnormal... and loves it. She thrives off of what is different. So, superstitious?... Hm, she isn’t paranoid or afraid; she welcomes it with open arms.

Is your OC religious? Do they want to be? Have they ever been at some time in the past? How complicated is their relationships with worship/the gods/the church/etc? Her grandparents took her to church growing up and she loved the music. Her grandmother was the choir director and her grandfather played the piano, and she had “the voice of an angel”, so she happily sang in church, but she kinda stopped going to church when she went to college, but if you ask her she’ll tell you she’s a Christian. She says it just makes sense to believe in a god; there’s too much that science can’t explain. She also likes studying Buddhism, Islam, and Judaism to learn more about other people and cultures.

Hardwood, tile, or carpet? Hardwood. But she will NEVER say no to a fluffy rug.

What’s their go-to parlor trick? Are they actually that good at it, or do they just enjoy it? Do people tell them they’re good, even if they aren’t? How do they handle criticism? I can’t really think of a good parlor trick. She has a lot of talents she keeps on the down, like singing and stand-up comedy (don’t ask). On another note, she takes criticism overall pretty well.

If your OC could request one boon from a god, what would it be? The extermination of a certain three-sided demon.

Favorite comfort food? Do they enjoy junk food or are they more of a foodie? Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to cook? OREOS are HERS! DON’T TOUCH THEM UNLESS YOU WANNA LOSE A HAND! She also secretly loves watermelon (doesn’t like to tell people this) and her comfort food is either hot tea or hot chocolate. Something to warm her hands. And no, she can’t cook; she burns everything. EXCEPT, she can brew coffee and she’s a pretty good barista (was one during college).

Any major theme(s) or conflict(s) in your OC’s life? How have they dealt with that? Are they aware of it, or do they ignore it? Did you design them with such theme(s)/conflict(s) in mind, or did they evolve naturally? Loyalty is a huge one for her. I think so many people have forgotten what it means to be a true friend and what real loyalty looks like. You’re willing to go far and wide for the people you care about because you want to, because you get fulfillment out of doing the right thing. Hephzie will have your back, no matter what. She doesn’t care what race, background, gender, sexuality, religion, she doesn’t give a shit. If you’ve got her, you’ve got a loyal friend. IOne thing she struggled with - and is only semi-aware of it - is loneliness. She finds it suffocating. It’s slight PTSD from losing so much in her life, and she’s not terribly clingy, but she’ll wallow about it and sink into depression if she feels abandoned or alone. She NEEDS that reassurance that she is not a freak and not alone and that SOMEONE would care if one day she was gone. This evolved naturally when shaping her backstory and realising it needed to have realistic consequences.

If they could steal one major piece of art with no consequences, what would it be and why? Bonus: how would they pull off the heist? Anything Bob Ross. Loves that guy. And she’d probably just recrute Stan to help her with either blackmail or her “Please, for me?” line.

Now it’s YOUR turn!

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