@NP: Enjoy your job as a defense attorney :^)
Henlo.
So like
Your character has a job, right?
Well the character below has to do it.
How do they handle it? Are they good at it? Are they terrible?
Ex.
OC 1: I am a professional chef!
OC 2: Oh no, I'm bad at cooking! I'm a bounty hunter!
OC 3: Hey, I'm pretty good at this. I'm a shoe cobbler!
Rules:
- It's an IC game so please respond with how your OC would react.
- You can post again after 2 people unless 5 days have passed.
- If your character doesn't have a job, it could be something they'd consider a job, or a hobby they do every day.
- You don't have to mention what job your character has, though I think it's a good idea in case some jobs are difficult to find on profiles.
- No NSFW jobs.
- There's no minimum or maximum amount of sentences needed per post, but you MUST prove that you've read the prompt (ie mentioning the job in your post, and your OC's feelings towards the job and reasons behind them).
First poster gets to chill and wait for the other to take their job!
"Wow, I'm... really not cut out for this."
Aagi frowns down at her research subject. She had agreed to help Prykopys, a family friend, with some of his lab work, but something felt a bit... off. Was it really okay to hold animals in captivity like this to study them? The thought had slowly sunken through her body across the evening, settling into a big knot in her stomach.
"What."
The curt and deliberate response from the older vyre man came out more akin to a growl.
"You Are Doing Fine. Take Notes."
Aagi turned to the small scientist, now cradling the animal she was observing in her arms.
"No, it's not that, just... I'm sorry, Professor. I know you have a lot on your plate, but, I don't think I'm the right person for this science thing after all." She makes a show of petting the creature she held, her eyes locked with his, gentle but stern.
She really does have that elf's eyes... Too intense. Bah.
Prykopys waves his hand dismissively at the half-elf woman, then turns his back to her, grumbling. "Leave, Then."
A sigh escape's Aagi's mouth. She turns her attention back to the little one.
"But what about her? You aren't going to experiment on her, are you?"
"The Dragon? Keep Her."
Then, under his breath, "Was Going To Give Her To You Any Ways."
Aagi blinked in surprise.
"Are you sure? I... don't know if I can take care of a dragon." As she spoke, the creature struggled out of her grip and climbed upwards, settling on her shoulders.
Her hesitance only irritates Prykopys further.
"Ask Your Mothers. Or My Self, Another Time. Busy Now. Go."
The hatchling craned its neck out and let out a high-pitched warble. Aagi grimaced.
"Eep... Okay. Thank you, Professor. Good luck with your... uhh... science thing."
The man grunts back at her, acknowledging her response. Aagi takes the opportunity to leave, not wishing to agitate him any further.
That was a disaster.
On the bright side, that's one less potential career for her to worry about! The free dragon was a bonus, too. Arguably... she thinks.
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sorry, i couldn't fit in the pokemon stuff because she's in a drastically different universe, so i hope it's okay i went with one of my other scientist ocs for this! ;u;
you don't have to write a response, esp since our characters can't/don't interact!
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@ NP: aagi's profile is pretty bare (im so sorry @ all my ocs omg) rn so ill explain quickly!
aagi is a blacksmith! she makes custom-fitted armor (mainly for herself + friends and family, but also as a source of income) but is also known to make unique weapons and experiment a lot!
she focuses more on practicality and sturdiness but also likes to dabble in ornamental and decorative stuff too!
she can work with magic/enchanted stuff too, and also takes repair commissions ^__^
She was of House Burnett, those who originated as metallurgists in the earliest records one could find of them, and yet, she wasn't too great of a blacksmith. Not utterly terrible, mind you, but it was all a bit much for her, a girl who was often tired and would much rather sleep than fiddle with coals and fire. She had no problem working with the heat, however. She had visited her base's forge countless times in the past while making deliveries, and while this one was different, she had a great time smacking things with a hammer nonetheless. She just... could only find knives interesting.
She hovered over the furnace, beads of sweat formed on her brow. She wasn't entirely certain how to bend steel, but had always assumed that when the metal glowed a vivid yellow, that when it had to be removed from the flames. She cautiously took the slab from the forge using a pair of tongs and carefully positioned it atop the anvil. Immediately after, she began to whack the shit out of the steel with the hammer, the shape of a knife slowly but surely taking form. Not a good knife. The blade edge was straight, though the spine was crooked. She continued to slam against the metal until it, working both sides to keep it from becoming distorted.
Then, one wrong swing, and the blade bent. The once-straight edge mushroomed. The girl fell eerily silent.
This wasn't good. What was she supposed to do in this situation? She took a step back, staring with a blank expression at the knife, feeling suddenly... afraid. It didn't help that she totally forgot to leave room for the handle, but... you know. There she was. Cowering before the forge, her throat parched and sweat rolling down her face.
"I--" She turned to look over her shoulder, her dark eyes wide as she searched the area for the person she was meant to stand in for. Alas, Aagi was no where to be seen, and rather than attempt to correct her mistake, as she didn't know how to, she just stood there, awkwardly leaving the blade on the anvil. This was fine, she thought. She didn't have to work anymore! She could just leave, get some orange juice, and leave the knife just... sitting there.
She cleared her throat, and called hoarsely, as she slowly made her way from the forge, "It's a knife."
@ np, maribelle is a soldier! she doesn't typically go out and beat the shit out of people, though, and generally functions as a guard and patrols the canyon where she lives :') she also runs supplies to other people.
but if you want something more to do with hobbies... she likes grave-robbing and mounting insects.
One thing was for sure: Terry had a lot of respect for people that did this.
He had never rode a horse before, so he was already off to a bad start. The supplies had run late because he spent at least an hour trying to get on a horse by the name of Nazaire. The horse didn't seem to take to him too well seeing as he wasn't the normal soldier that did the rounds, but fortunately there wasn't enough malice to try to buck him off. Maybe he felt bad considering how tired and dead Terry already looked.
Getting on the horse was one thing, getting off was another. Simply put, he had no idea what to do, especially with this box of goods in his hands. If there was any humility left in Terry, it showed itself when the villagers had to help him off. Nevertheless, he got it delivered. Only... several more to go. And a patrol after that. He sighed and looked at the sky, holding a hand up to shade his eyes. Not a single cloud in the sky. Christ, it was so hot. His body was way too old and weak to do this. He promised himself that if he survived this until morning he'd quit.
Terry's job is a 4th grade teacher :3c
"Uh," Glaucio croaked, adjusting his tie before the young class. "Hi?"
The class said "hi" in unison, and a few kids giggled at Glaucio's one-word greeting. Other kids were already kicking the desks in boredom. Glaucio's eyes darted around the class as he became increasingly more uncomfortable. There were too many children looking at him. They were still laughing. They smelled. This was the exact environment where he was mocked for being a nerd. He obviously wasn't scared of the kids (or so he told himself), but still.
"I'm Mr. Glaucio, and I'm your science teacher for today. I like robotics. Yep," Glaucio sputtered with a deadpan expression. "And kinetics. It's, as you kids would say, "swag"."
The kids cringed and groaned at the awkward teacher's attempt at being relatable. The class was spiralling out of control by the second. Some of the boys readied spitballs to plaster Glaucio's feathers and others got out of their seats to talks about video games. Glaucio made a nervous sound, then looked at his lesson plan. That's it? A worksheet on atmospheric gases? There was a black and white diagram and a brief paragraph explaining it. The bird huffed and he licked a finger to make separating the pages easier. He was teaching a class for infants!
Even after explaining the worksheet, the class wouldn't settle down. The kids called the work "lame" (which Glaucio agreed with) and instead chatted loudly among themselves. The bird hadn't noticed, but there were spitballs in his feathers that would evoke laughter whenever he turned. Now the spitball boys were fighting in the corner of the class over a disagreement during recess. Glaucio, once again, didn't bother breaking them up. He was a supply teacher, so why should he care? Glaucio opened a magazine and read an article while the class devolved into chaos.
Oh no. The hell does a physicist do again? You look confused and rightfully so. You failed science in high school, it's definitely not your strong point.
"Do I have to like... watch bacteria grow or...?" You're mostly talking to yourself as you read over the notes that were left by Glaucio before you had to take over. You have no idea what they mean.
Flipping through pages upon pages of work, you just feel your brain becoming more and more scrambled. Yeah no, fuck that. You let out a heavy sigh and look for a chair to sit down in before reaching into your bag where you pull out your DS. If he comes back and asks what you've achieved today, you'll just tell him that the dog ate your homework.
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ace is a cashier/assistant manager at woolworths!
Looking around the local news board, Ghede spotted a quite peculiar flier he did not recognize. He would check the board often, curious as to if any new gullible passersby had entered town. Instead of finding any new clients to dupe, he found a job that called to his line of skill.
He muttered as he glanced over the work-wanted paper, “Thieving and gambling, you say?”
Okay, maybe he would still be duping “clients” after all.
Ghede hastily stuffed the strange flier into his bag, and snuck away to the address listed on the sheet. There was little trouble finding the place, except for when he took 3 left turns instead of 2. He finally reached the place, and was met with a bouncer. Instead of letting him in, he was fined for taking the job.
Hesitantly, he paid the fine to the undercover guard, and slinked away with his tail lowered but spirits uncrushed.
“That’s the last time I trust someone else’s work out of the blue. Hey. I’ll thieve and gamble aLL I want by my own damn self!!”
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Ghede is... uhh
a Voodoo salesman/vendor? Haha, hard to explain briefly here, but his profile explains his hobby better!
"Ch'yeah, brah, so like, this item is supposed to cure the Common Cold," Chad explained to a customer as they both looked at a glass bottle resting between them. "I made it myself so, like, it's totally meant to work. I mean, I've tried it and you don't hear me sniffling, right?" To be honest, he had no idea how any of the stuff in this weird store worked. He'd been given it in a rush and was told he had to make all the contents too! Although he felt uncomfortable having to sell stuff he made and convince people they worked, his mom WAS into essential oils, so he felt somewhat confident in his concocted medicine.
The customer agreed to the purchase, and for a second both they and Chad reeled in surprise with his eyes began to glow. "Whoa," he muttered, putting a hand on his head. "I'm gonna have to get used to that."
You've got a choice of: baseball little league coach, vampire hunter, social media influencer, or all of the above LOL
(spoilered for length, it got a little out of hand!)
The situation was not good.
He wasn't going to lie and say that he had it under control; he absolutely did not. He'd been hunting this vampire for the better part of three days, always just a couple steps behind. The monster had led him across the country, over the ocean, and now through Hong Kong, where he bumped past people, trying desperately to relocate it by its glowing red eyes.
He wasn't cut out for this! He was an artist, a homebody, practically a hikikomori! When he'd been roped into covering that "Chad" guy's work, he'd expected some office job, or maybe retail. Instead, he found himself racing as fast as he could down the back streets of Hong Kong, scurrying up a fire escape ladder to get on the monster's level, and then firing a bolt at the vampire. He missed.
"Shit!" Shion cried, as the vampire retaliated. He leapt out of the way, snapping a shot of the sunset as he landed. The vampire scuttled over the roof of the building and disappeared again. Shion cursed repeatedly, quietly, as he tapped out a description and about a hundred different hashtags on Instagram. The sunset in Hong Kong is spicy, bros! #sunset #nofilter #hongkong #red #yellow #chadbradshaworiginals--
The phone flew out of his hand and Shion yelped, looking up towards the roof. The vampire crouched there, hissing at him, egging him on. At least it wasn't running anymore. Shion maintained eye contact as he loaded another blessed bolt into the crossbow and took aim. The monster bared its teeth at him as he fired, and this time, he didn't miss his mark.
Too bad about the phone, though. That had been a good photo. He made his way carefully back down to the ground, where he found the phone, screen horribly shattered. Yikes. The Instagram post had uploaded with a bunch of gibberish after the hashtags. Comments flooded in past the cracked screen, all sorts of concerned and amused people.
"Go home Chad you're drunk lol" -- "is keysmashing the new thing? i like it" -- "SUNSET LOOKS BEAUTIFUL, THANKYOU :)" -- "is he partying in hk tonight? with i was there omg!!!!"
Taking over Chad's influencer account for three days had actually proven tougher than hunting vampires. Who knew it was so hard to maintain an "image?" He'd already messed up a number of times, even with the pre-prepared photos and posts that Chad had left for him; apparently, he wasn't giving off the right "vibes."
The phone shook in his hand with an incoming call. Shion jolted, swiping over the shattered screen (ow) to answer. "This is... Chad."
"Uh, right. Sure. Are we gonna have practice tomorrow, coach? Everyone says you're too busy..."
Shion held the phone away from his face to let out a groan. He did NOT want to do that. But that was Chad's other other job: Coaching baseball. "Yeah, of course," he said into the phone, "my, uh, assistant will be there for me." He didn't know a damn thing about baseball. This... this would truly prove to be the hardest of Chad's jobs.
He ended the call after a little chit chat, and headed back the way he'd come. He needed to get back on a plane, try to catch some shuteye on the flight over, and then coach baseball first thing in the morning.
Next time someone asked him for a "little favor" he was going to punch them out.
NP: Shion is an artist.
Marcus couldn't remember the events that lead to this moment. Perhaps he was too drunk last night and lost a bet. But whatever it was, he sure did not like what he was about to do. And now the captain had to paint something that'll go into Shion's art gallery.
The captain looked over at Shion, who was already busy away at his artwork, and grunted. Showing signs he did not want to next to an easel. Marcus never shied away from expressing his dislike for the arts. He always felt art was too feminine. He was a rugged man, he had to play the part. Not some pretty twig who spent his free time painting cute flowers! He grunts again, unpleasantly, looking at Shion, so focus at his work. That young boy was just so passionate... That was something the captain didn't have for this project... He'll surely lose the respect of his colleagues. Art expresses deep emotions. The man has too many of that. Feelings he buries deep. He was never any good at expressing himself and he certainly isn't going to be a good artist. However, he won't accept defeat.
He grunted once more. Then rolls his shoulders forward, as if readying for a fight. He picks up the paint brush and begins to work away. He surprisingly used a lot of bright colors. But in the end, the product looked more like a 3 yr old's painting, complete garbage. Nothing made sense in the painting. It didn't even look like abstract painting, it truly was just a utter trash. Marcus held it up to show Shion, very proud of himself! "Look at this masterpiece! It doesn't take an artist to make art. I prove that today. Ha!" Marcus goes over to Shion to peek at his work. He places both hands on the artist's shoulders and squeezes once very hard, "Task conquered! Did you job and from the looks of it, better than yours! Ha!" As he jokingly laughs.
Marcus is a captain. He leads an army of men obnoxious boys.
(Idk if this count as being gore or not but it's mention death so I'll spoiler it just in case-
Also taking place far from I'sen's timeline because I mentioned his classmate and I just realized that old time chinese peobably doesn't have university yet-)
Alpha now standing in the lines of military army. He wanted to be a doctor, but seem like his destination had changed and his future is to be a mercenary. Alpha is quite nervous, doesn't feel like he will take this very well.
The cannon fired, Alpha started running and ended up hiding behind a huge rock. In cover from the heat of battlefield, Alpha muttered about the regret over his life choice. Why was he here in the first place? He just wanted to help people, but he is a coward and clearly not much of a fighter based on how he reacted with his classmate back when he's in study class, being bullied and abused. The most he could do was to be a medic, why did he assigned for this himself? What made him do that?
"Oh god oh god oh god what do I do what do I do--" The wolf shuddered behind the rock and constantly peeking out of the hiding only to see the soldiers getting slained by enemies, death everywhere. He know that there is no turning back, the only way for him now is to join the fight. Alpha picked up his blade, run into the battle field and start to fight.
Turned out his strength was far more stronger than he thought he was. But with that, he wasn't used to this type of fighting and strenght he had, which he never used. Alpha barely get a grip of his fighting, almost gotten his head lost a few times, but he manage to pass a lot of enemies.
The fight continues, until the end of it. Things weren't as good as before, due to the nature of aftermath of war. But at least he made it.
If being university student is a job, then it's his current one
But if it's not, it's going to be Doctor
(Optional choice: surgery department)
The closest thing Megumi has ever been to a doctor was wearing a frilly hospital themed dress for a charity event she was participating in as an idol. She was 19 and far, far away from the world of medicine. Yet, here she was, in a hospital, with a patient waiting on the other side of the door. Ahh~ how the fuck did I end up here.
Swinging the door open with a little too much force, the girl announced herself into the patient's room, "Excuse me~! I'm Megumi and I'll be your super cute doctor sent straight from heaven!" The girl lying in the hospital bed looked concerned with the faintest look of fear in her eyes. A fairly normal response to someone like Megumi, to be honest. Zoning out from the lack of a response, the idol quickly recomposed herself and walked up closer to her patient. "So..... how did you end up here ma'am?"
"I uh, broke my leg."
"That sure is tough."
Her patient looked at her expectantly, like she would continue to speak. Megumi felt her eye twitch. AARRGH THIS IS SO AWKWARD! What am I even supposed to say?! What do doctors talk about... OH!
"Hmm... excuse me for a moment. I need to go discuss your... the fuck was it called... sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia! I need to go discuss your sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia with some of my fellow doctors. Someone will be with you shortly..." Megumi knew those words! They're big words but she knew them! She didn't really remember what they meant, but she knew they were related to human anatomy! And her patient had anatomy! What a wonderful coincidence. Walking out of the room triumphantly, the idol planned to shove another doctor, nurse, or whoever into the room and then escape the hospital as quickly as possible before this became some sort of scandal. This was all too much work.