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dhampiravidi · 1 year
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the old guard OC
Name: Oraia Levantinis
DOB: c. 5000 BC in the Nile Delta (biologically in her 30s)
1st Death: N/A
Species: Divine Immortal (weakened)
Height: 5'5" (165 cm)
Gender: Genderfluid, leaning toward female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Physical Description: Oraia appears to be a human female with a toned body. Her hair is an extremely dark brown, which looks naturally tousled with its bouncy, tight waves. Because of her divine nature, her eyes are the current color of the Levantine Sea (around where she was born), which is best described as a dark sea green. Her skin is a tanned version of the light bronze she was born with.
History: Long ago, all the gods of the pantheons foresaw that man would lose faith and continue their warlike ways. To give the mortals a chance at survival, the gods created a spell that would choose heroes to ultimately guide the fate of humanity. Then the gods divided into two groups: those who were hopeful enough to stay and watch their spell unfold, and those who were not. Oraia was born to Poseidon, who wanted to stay, and Nebet-Het/Nephthys, whose family largely wanted to leave. Unable to leave her people, Oraia’s mom reluctantly left her with her father. Eventually, as many adults do, Oraia would leave home. Like the divine who stayed, she keeps tabs on The Old Guard. However, over time, many of those who stayed have become depressed and disillusioned with humanity. Oraia divides her time between her civilian job as an art dealer, trying to keep her fellow divine sane, and watching over the heroes.
Powers/Abilities: Oraia's original power set can be viewed here. However, by the modern era, her power set includes the following:
Enhanced Physiology: like those in the Old Guard, Oraia can recover from would-be fatal injuries & then heal those wounds at a speed that is far from typical for the regular human being.
Aquatic & Equine Zoology: talking to aquatic and horse-like things.
Mediumship: perceiving and communicating with the dead.
Fighting Skills: various types of self-defense; Oraia prefers to use a handgun or a knife.
Personality
Flirtatious: she has no qualms about making her attraction to others known, and her carnal desires are pretty well fed.
Easygoing: few things make her angry. And if you do make her angry, she'll quickly resolve the issue, then go back to drinking or partying or whatever it was she was doing moments ago.
Sociable: there is not a person that Oraia is afraid to approach, which makes her a good asset for interrogations and hangouts.
Stubborn: she's spent thousands of years doing what she does, and she hasn't given up her life's work.
Impulsive: if she gets an idea in her head, she's very eager to see it through--and sometimes that's not the healthiest option.
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captain link!! (introduced back in this comic but more info in tags)
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Every once in a while I come up with characters who like to sleep around a lot and I’m always very fond if them.
Like my little sex repulsed ace brain is like „I don’t know why you would want to do that bestie, but I support you!“
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ominouspuff · 2 months
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failing to draw practical legwear in three unique ways today
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Having an Alliance Commander OC is so funny sometimes cause you’ll see someone else post about their Commander and go “??? Who the fuck is that?”
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mentalmeles · 1 year
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The First Encounter
Bonus:
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goodluck--rp · 26 days
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Goodluck, KY welcomes you
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Mature (21+) Mythology/Town RP
Inspired by magical realism and mythos across the world, this game borrows bits and bobs from American Gods and The Old Guard to develop a character-driven RP set in a fictional Appalachian town. With a population of just under 2000 people, Goodluck is innocuous enough to not catch the world's attention. Whether it starts snowing in July or raining frogs, few people are ever around to notice. And the ones who are just shrug and call it home.
It begs the question, though...if belief is enough to make gods real, what do worship and divinity and blessings look like in the 21st century? What's it like to be a human amongst gods? And if omnipotence is hanging out in a diner in Kentucky, who's pulling the world's strings?
Status: Active and Open to New Players
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snowy-bones · 4 months
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when your powerful old god of a husbone leaves you in the care of his guards.
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yeah-idabble · 2 years
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my fave characters all fall under the category of "I want him to get therapy sooo bad but I also know there's no therapist alive who could handle him"
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lady-of-the-spirit · 3 months
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Okay but what if Joan stumbles on the first immortal dog. What if she had that going for her. Wouldn't that be nice?
Also I think it'd be hilarious for the team to learn about this and be like. Wtf. Have there been immortal animals this whole time and we never noticed?? Do they dream about each other???
thinking about this filled me with so much joy and euphoria it broke down the writer's block I've been having
you're so right. Joan deserves that! that would be nice! it would be so nice in fact that I was looking up dog breeds and histories for like, 20 minutes to write this.
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It took approximately three days at Joan's house for Sami to warm up to the strangers suddenly inside his home. It took a two more days of Andy, Booker and Nile taking turns throwing a ball for him to fetch or pulling on a rope for a game of tug-of-war for Sami to decide he actually liked them. Joe and Nicky - who were more cat-people at heart - gained his affection differently, going on walks with Sami and Joan and giving him treats and pets.
However, it was clear that Joan would always and forever be his favourite. She was the one he always ran to first. She was the one he followed to bed at night and into the kitchen in the morning. She was the one he actually listened to when she told him to heel, sit and stay. It was clear that they had a close bond, Joan and her gigantic mutt who acted like a lapdog whenever he was with her.
"How old is he?" Nile asked one afternoon. They were all lazing about on Joan's back porch, lounging in whatever chairs Joan could find and absorbing the sun.
"Around 310, at least," Joan said.
The others laughed or rolled their eyes, grinning. Until a few seconds passed by and they realized Joan wasn't smiling or laughing with them. She hadn't even looked up from her book.
Everyone turned to look at each other. Then they all turned to look at Andy. Andy turned to look at Joan.
"What?"
Joan looked up from her book. She still wasn't smiling. "310. He's like us. Immortal."
A nervous laugh bubbled up in Nile's throat. "You're kidding."
Booker looked down at Sami, currently focused on gnawing on some kind of rawhide dog treat, and thought how suspiciously similar Sami was to the dog Booker remembered from 1812 - the big, white-furred beast who had growled and snapped at him every time Booker got too close to his mistress in the earlier days of them traveling together - and wasn't so sure.
"I'm not kidding," Joan said. "I've had him since the early 1700s."
Silence.
"What?"
Joan shrugged at Andy's question. "I don't really know. I got a job on a farm... a shepherd. Sami was the guard dog. And one day the flock got attacked by a wolf. Sami drove it off, but he got... hurt."
A crease appeared between Joan's eyes as she watched Sami. No one spoke.
"He was a good dog," she said quietly. "So I stayed with him until he passed. And then I watched as his wounds healed and he got back up. He licked my face and went right back to work. I must have sat there for twenty minutes before I could stand up and follow him."
"Must have been a shock," Joe agreed. Joan snorted.
"Oh, yes. And after that, I noticed he wasn't getting any older, so when I left that job, I paid the farmers for him. Figured the two of us should stick together."
She smiled at Sami, who remained ignorant of anything outside of his treat - especially how his mere existence was blowing the minds of five out of the six- seven immortals on the porch with him.
"The fuck?" Andy was the one who finally expressed what they were all thinking. "A dog?"
"How's that for 'everything happens for a reason', Nicky?" Booker asked. "Any reason you can think of for an immortal pet?"
While Nicky stuck his tongue out at Booker, Nile asked, "But seriously, yeah, what's the purpose of that? Does this mean there are more immortal animals out there and we just don't know?"
"I don't know the answer to that," Joe said, "but clearly, Sami has a purpose."
He gestured to Joan and did not elaborate.
Sami let out a soft woof as though agreeing. Joan smiled.
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fateboundknight · 3 months
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“I am as bound to you, as you are to me.”
“Only if you promise that we are bound not because they made us, but because we want it.”
Something very lesbian happened last dnd session and it was so beautiful and lovely and I’m obsessed with them
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corvidcrybaby · 2 months
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The old man heaved a tired sigh. The glow from his lantern glinted off his spectacles, concealing his eyes from view. He murmured a stream of unintelligible words under his breath as he waved his hand through the air in a placid but firm gesture. The mist dissipated in an instant. The attic, in all its archival glory, littered with books and papers and spent inkwells, was visible to the lost girl once more. With that, the apparent Rabbi set about taking stock of the young lady’s ailments. Leaning over her, he murmured something to Guard, who gingerly knelt once again, laying She Who Is Nobody onto the wooden floor, one hand supporting her between the shoulder blades. The old man removed his glasses and smiled at her, kneeling down such that he was eye level with her. He kept his distance, not wanting to alarm her any further than the others had already done a fine job of doing. Her heartbeat was deafening. That even he could hear it spoke volumes. The old man was no vampire, baruch HaShem, but he heard it all the same. This was a definite problem. “Hello, little one,” the old man whispered. “You’ve had a terrible night, haven’t you?”
I call this piece You Reposted in the Wrong Attic.
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avatarskywalker78 · 3 months
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Formal OC Introductions - Alexandra 'Lexa' Sullivan (fc Naomi Scott)
As most of my OCs on my Masterlists were added after the initial post, I'm going to be posting about the ones you might not've seen for the next few weeks!
Lexa Sullivan is no stranger to dramatic upheavals – she joined the army at eighteen because she believed she was doing the right thing only to realise it was anything but, and, in response to this, decided to join the Red Cross so she could actually do some good in the world. Both these jobs involved harrowing and life-threatening situations and she expected that, if she ever did get killed, it would be in the line of duty. Yet it’s during one of her rare holidays when she’s caught in gang crossfire, the only person who comes to her aid a kind Frenchman called Sebastien – who nonetheless cannot help her, but stays with her anyway as she dies. So it's a shock for both of them when she wakes up, and she finds out that she’s now an Immortal – just like Sebastien (also known as Booker), who immediately offers to put her in contact with his old team, and after giving her a few days to adjust tells her the whole story, how he betrayed them because of his own grief and how really, she’d be much better off with them. But...Lexa trusts him, given he stayed by a dying stranger’s side, and he clearly regrets what he did to his family – and, more importantly, she doesn’t think he should be alone. And she can’t provide professional help (though she’s certainly gonna try and prod him into it because holy fuck does the man need it)…she can be a good friend. Now if only she can convince Booker that she actually means it…
Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @lady-of-the-spirit
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maskyartist · 3 months
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oh my god if i did trolls oc content real quick would yall be mad??? cause i've had THOUGHTS on my ocs
if it helps one of em's involved in the Feral Putt Putts AU so it'd be content ;3c just saying
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defness · 1 month
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Karios
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