Misc. DF OCs log!
To be fair I have TONS of ocs and even I have other ocs I haven't introduce here, might as well to share and introduce them, right?
So anyway, have fun looking around hehe
Yvonne G. Michel, Joanne's mother! She's from Verteroche Crossing who later moved to Oaklore Region after marrying Joanne's father. Right now she's still in contact with Jo by letters ans patiently waiting for her daughter's letters. As much as she missed her daughter, she understands why Jo decided not to meet her, considering during the time Joanne was trapped inside the ice someome put a bounty for Jo's head
Arc Michel, the Dragon of Destruction. Years after the hero finally resigned, Arc appeared and signes up as a new adventurer and quickly gaining reputation as the future hero due to his skills and power. He stationed in Falconreach just like his mother and often seen in the inn.
Commander Atropa, the Commanding Chief of the Intel Team of The Rose. An Azaveyran woman with no name prior their arrival in Greenguard. She ran away from her homeland due to personal reasons and met Jaania along the way. She was able to join the Rose under a new identity; “Atropa” and joined under the reason to find a cure and to free herself from her “curse”. Her true identity is Yekaterina Lebedeva, a soulweaver and teacher from Edelia, who sold her old name and identity to "outworlder spirit" during her escape.
Clay Moore, the homonculus. A homonculus made by a cult that practicing illegal magic and various malpractices. Later was taken in by Lady Moore, an alchemist who helped tearing down the cult and become her child. They're currently active as an adventurer and often become Arc's partner during quests.
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@collectoroflovelythings tagged me in this song game thing let's go!
the goal is to spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters
DEBT COLLECTOR by Jhariah
Allez les Blues by Los Campesinos!
Pacific by Chase Petra
Pathetic/spinless by the garages
Everything is ending by Chameleon Circuit
Reuse the Cels by Car seat Headrest
- by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan
No friend by Paramore
Absinthe by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
Hymn for a scarecrow by Tally Hall
Reverberate by Bears in Trees
Woodcut by Jenny Owen Youngs
Hot and heavy by Lucy Dacus
A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit by AJJ
Loved by FEiN
Eurus by The Oh Hellos
Oof that took a while but it was fun! Tag as many people as the letters so here we go: @dawnarts @fiddler-sticks @tragedyposting @transmasc-taub @vampireautism @audiodramatist @koszmarnybudyn @51nn0n @ceilingfan5 @anatomical-puppet @batboi13 @cowboyadjacent @oaklores @rustedhalberd @superanxiousssfrog
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Speaking With Serenity
Velyn turned their attention to the table with the food on it once the townsfolk left. Serenity smiled and gestured toward it before turning to walk away.
“Wait,” Velyn said, “have you eaten yet?”
Serenity turned toward Velyn, “I haven’t, but that’s what I was going to go do.” She smiled again and Velyn couldn’t help but smile back.
“I would love some company and there’s a lot of food here, would you join me?” Velyn asked.
“Are you sure?” Serenity asked, “I wouldn’t want to disrupt your morning.”
Velyn pulled a chair out, then crossed to the opposite side of the table to sit. “I’m positive, it’d be nice to hear a bit about this place from a local.”
Serenity walked over to the chair Velyn had pulled out and sat down. The two began to eat from the arrangement on the table. Of the various meats, breads, jams and vegetables Velyn found that the simple bread was their favorite.
“So,” Serenity said, “before you were a big shot hero, where’d you come from?”
Velyn rolled their eyes as they chewed on a bit of the bread, swallowing before saying, “I’m not really a big shot hero, I was just in the right place at the right time.”
“Alright,” Serenity chuckled softly, “but you still didn’t answer the question. Where are you from?”
Velyn spoke after another mouthful, “I guess I’m kind of from all over Greenguard. My dad traveled as a sort of guard for various merchant caravans and my mom made money doing repair work for the same caravans.”
“That sounds like an interesting way to grow up,” Serenity said, “were you traveling with your family then?”
“No,” Velyn shook their head and smiled, though to Serenity they still seemed sad, “There’s a cliff near Oaklore Keep that we would often camp on. I was taking my dad’s ashes there.”
“Oh,” Serenity said in a softer tone, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“It’s alright,” Velyn smiled a big grin, “I know that I’m living in a way that would make my dad proud.”
“Did your mom come with you then?” Serenity asked, a bit hesitantly.
“Nah,” Velyn said, still smiling, “she settled down in Swordhaven. She runs a little repair shop there, doing odd jobs for whoever comes in. She seems happy as she can be, y’know? She pushed me to come on this journey in the first place.”
Serenity moved her left hand on the table and let it rest just on Velyn’s right hand.
“You’re always welcome here Velyn,” Serenity said with a smile, “I’m happy we had this chance to sit down and talk. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll clean up here before I have to head up to the Guardian tower.”
“Oh, I don’t mind helping you clean up,” Velyn said a touch quickly, oddly very aware of Serenity’s hand on theirs.
“No, it’s okay,” Serenity replied, “I’m particular about how I like to clean the dishes.”
“Alright,” Velyn said, “In that case, what do you need to go to the tower for? Maybe I can help with that.”
“Oh!” Serenity said, standing up and beginning to grab the dishes off the table, “the inn has a bit of a ghost problem that I haven’t been able to deal with since I purchased it from the previous owners. I was just hoping that the Guardian’s would be able to help out.”
“I can help out,” Velyn said quickly, then mentally kicked themself for responding so fast.
“You can?” Serenity asked, almost dropping the plates she had picked up in her excitement, “oh that would be wonderful!”
Velyn found themselves heading upstairs a few moments later after they had gone and retrieved their sword.
Oh I can deal with your ghosts! Velyn muttered under their breath, As if I’ve ever dealt with ghosts before. Why did I do that? Then they gave a little sigh. The first door on the right led into a broom closet, with nothing out of the ordinary inside. When Velyn entered the second door they found themself in a small room. A woman with long blue hair and an ornate blue dress stood inside. She turned to Velyn as they entered and spoke.
“Greetings traveler, have you come to rest at the inn?” She asked.
Velyn blinked for a moment before responding, “Uh, I’m sorry but, who are you?”
“My name is Mary Grey,” she said, “and I own this tavern. Or at least, I did? Things have become very confusing as of late.”
“You might be more confused than you think,” Velyn said cautiously, “The owner of this inn is Serenity and you look.. well, I can kind of see through you.”
“Ah yes, I often forget” Mary said before looking down at herself. There was a silent moment before she spoke again. “I died, didn’t I?”
“Looks that way,” Velyn said, shifting their weight uncomfortable, “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it’s alright,” Mary responded, “At least I get to stay in the inn that my family built…and I have plenty of company.”
“Do you mean the guests?” Velyn asked, “or are their other ghosts?”
“Oh yes,” Mary said with a smile, “I feel more cognizant now that we’ve been speaking. There are other ghosts here.”
Suddenly her face fell as though she remembered something terribly sad.
“What’s wrong?” Velyn asked.
“The sprints here are normally like me,” she began, “peaceful and happy to remain where they can roam in peace. But something has been calling them here.”
“Calling?” Velyn asked again, “What do you mean calling?”
“I’m not certain,” she spoke slowly, “all I know for sure is…Doom. Just the word DOOM.”
The two of them stood in silence for a moment, Velyn trying to understand what that could even mean.
“I can remember who I am,” she continued, “most of the time, because I am still here in my home. But the others, the ones who have been called here, displaced, they grow angry. They lash out at the living as their minds fade.”
Mary turned to Velyn, pleading with them, “Please help take care of them, I miss the peace of my inn before.”
“I will try my best to take care of them for you,” Velyn said, “though I’m not sure where to even start.”
“Thank you, traveler,” Mary said with a smile, “I would start in the attic. That’s where the soulkeeper resides. He is a powerful spirit that won’t go quietly, but when he arrived the rest of the spirits became agitated more frequently.”
Velyn nodded and turned to leave the room, but paused to ask, “Which direction is the attic?”
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