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Ever read the tragic story of someone's OC, and said "dang, my character would have totally stepped in"? Think they were just cute as a child and want to hug them? Well here's your chance!
The game goes like this:
Character 1: (had a tragic past)
Character 2: oh my god, why is no one doing anything? i'm taking this child with me!
Character 3: aww, aren't you a little cute thingy <3 where are your parents?
There are few rules, but please do follow them:
1.- No NSFW. i shouldn't have to explain this and if you do you'll be banned from the thread
2.- Please include a OC that has at least some info about their childhood on their profile. I won't ban you if you don't, but people will have to take guesses and you may not like the outcome!
3.- Please put in at least of effort. You don't have to write a whole paragraph if you don't want to, but please don't hit someone who just went all out on their reply with a one-liner.
4.- Follow ups are encouraged, but not necessary!
Shady weaved in and out of various legs, blending in with the dark clothes of surrounding humans. He always found the gatherings odd, the way the people all switched from dancing and feeding him scraps under the long table to dipping their heads and sniffling. He'd given up on trying to figure out it's purpose long ago, deciding that it was just another odd thing that people did for no reason.
He continued to weave in and out of the legs of various humans, sometimes getting a scratch, sometimes getting a kick aimed at him. After a while however, he stopped. Shady darted out of the rows of chars to what he was sure was a child. The fact that a human kit was near him didn't alarm him at all. No, it was the fact that it had no protection from the cold. He was certain that the reason the child was wailing so loudly must have had something to do with the chill.
Looking over at a group of similar looking people nearby, he wondered why they were not coming over to help. They looked like his family, so why were they not paying any attention? He supposed it didn't matter really. He was here and he was going to make sure that kit survived, even if his fmily didn't. The black cat scrambled up next to the child's pram, elegantly leaping in, though he did nearly trip on a small teddy as he entered. He curled up next to the child, who gently grabbed him like a stuffed animal. Shady began to purr, trying to reassure the human kitten. Most of the time young humans were constantly yowling and complaining, but this one was quiet and the cat was sleepy. He wiggled free and curled up next to the boy, hoping to be some sort of makeshift cat blanket.
He was chased out after a while of course, but he was just happy that the child ended up ok. He hoped to see him again one day, when the kit was older. Just to make sure he survived.
Illanya sighs, brushing dirt from her gloves and frowning at the garden. She was only visiting, and yet she’d needed to do a little more than she expected to makes sure the plants continue to live through the season. Not that she minded it, the work was pleasant and she enjoyed being outdoors. So much more connection to be had, even if it was in the evening.
Illanya jumps as the sight of a dark blur darts closer to her, stopping somewhat close by. There stands the young kitten, Shady, one of a few she’d heard of living here. The knight looks left then right before lowering herself onto one knee and stretching out a hand for the little kitten to sniff.
Truthfully she’d always been a little more of a dog person, but the little kitty was indeed cute.
“Hello there little one! What are doing out here?” She asks gently, trying to pat him on the head. Goodness, she forgets how small baby animals can be. Of course the little kitten doesn’t respond to her question, and it wasn’t like she expected him to. Regardless, she’s surprised when the kitten turns his attention to the sky above, where stars are just starting to light up the sky.
“Ah, you’re a little stargazer huh?” She muses, looking between the sky above and Shady. Though he does have a point. Maybe taking a break to appreciate the stars would be nice. With a sigh, Illanya gently settles down onto the dirty ground, careful not to startle or touch Shady. After all, it was his idea, and she didn’t want to scare him off from what he intended to do.
“I hope you don’t mind company. It is a perfectly clear night for appreciating the scenery, after all.”
If you’re looking for info on her backstory, make sure you check the story tab on her profile! She also has a child design in her gallery if you want to know what she looked like back then.
She typically avoided speaking to strangers, she never knew how someone to react to her. However, this child was unique-- Maia couldn't help but approach Illanya with a small smile, kneeling in front of the child. She had never seen a child with such glowing eyes before...
"Hi there, little one. Are you lost? It's dangerous around here.."
Maia would gesture to the forest that surrounded the two of them, this wasn't the best place for a child to wander but Maia wasn't cruel enough to demand that Illanya leaves, instead she was kind and soft. She knew what it was like to be... different from everyone else. It could be a painful existence.
"Hm-- Here's some advice before you leave... Don't let anyone treat you with cruelty because of your eyes. Be brave, little one.."
She would smile and then slowly stand back up before waving and walking back into the darker parts of the forest. She hoped her advice would bring some comfort to the young child.
If you are looking for any details on her childhood, please check her history-- her full backstory is written there.
This kid was definitely a piece of work. With all the threatening and acting on instincts, Gossamer would probably get himself bitten or worse by the rowdy girl. Good thing he had his harp on him at all times. Otherwise, he was sure his "sheep" smell would get him chewed on. Gossamer would hate to get any spit in his hair too. For now, he would keep his distance, idly playing his instrument as he watched the child "play". He was actually trying to avoid getting pounced on while he looked for inspiration, but the details don't really matter.
"No one is going to like you if you keep acting like this. You may think you're strong and tough, but everyone needs a group to belong to, trust me. Maybe you can fit in with other... shifters. I don't know." And he didn't care either. Or, that's what he would say, anyway. Though, he was truthfully quite conflicted with his feelings for Maia. She was annoying, sure, but she was also sympathetic. She was only acting on what she knew, so was she really acting badly? She was just in the wrong environment. That was the only thing stopping Gossamer from leaving. He felt bad and wanted to stay, and to stroke his own ego for being "such a great guy." But wasn't it all the same for a kid?
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Baby Gossamer likes reading fairy tales and wants to be the knight that saves a princess!
Eryl is cleaning up the library, she was putting books back on their bookshelf. She passes by the fairy tale section and sees a child with greenhorns trying to reach a book on a shelf, she didn't recognize the child are they new to the library?
little Gossamer start to take books from the bottom shelf after he stacks them he plans to use them as footholds "WAIT WAIT!" Eryl immediately run to him and hold his arm to stop them from stepping in her books "DON'T DARE TO STEP ON MY BOOKS!" she raised her voice to him, the child's eyes filled with tears Eryl immediately goes to his eye level
"I'm sorry, please don't cry" Eryl try to calm him down "Please don't cry, I'm sorry" she began to stroke the child's arms gently "Don't cry, I'm not mad. I'm just surprised"
after the Gossamer becomes a little calm she put a smile "I'm the owner of this library, if you need help just find me and I will help you" She pats their head for a second "Is there a book you want to read?" she ask, Gossamer point at a book on the 4 shelves, she stand up and point at a book "this one?" Gossamer shakes his head then she goes to the book beside it while looking at the child, he sake his head again then she goes to the next one Gossamer already looks annoyed because she already points at the wrong book 3 times.
she has an Idea, she carries him and lets Gossamer pick the book "Okay now which one?" she asks. Gossamer points to the book he wants and Eryl takes it out from the shelves, it's a storybook about a price that tries to save the princess from the dragon "My mom used to read this to us before bedtime, it's the only book that we have that time" he smiled faintly then she turns her gaze to him
"do you want me to read it to you?" Gossamer nodded
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I haven't make her past story so here is a short one and have TW: War mention and death
she lives in wartime and she has a younger brother, their parents already die when the enemy attacks their village. she and her brother began a journey to their relative house that is very far away from their village
- that timeline was taken when she is about 12 years old and her brother is about 10
-I will write her story and make her other form later, busy with college stuff :(
The open road was such a strange place for two kids to hang around. Roswell planted his foot on the ground. Making the sand dust. The bicycle he sat on slightly angled as he paused its movements.
These kids… Roswell’s lone eye quickly scanned them. They looked terrible.
Instinctively, the highwayman-on-a-bike, looked over his shoulder. His hand reached for his kram. But the road was deserted. Just him, and two scruffy children. Leegte.
“Oy!” he called out to Eryl, the oldest looking one. “Were yer ‘nd dat lil sprout haddin’ too?” he asked. Roswell slowly moved his hand away from the dagger hanging from his belt and back to the handlebar of his bike. His fingers drumming on the iron. “De nearest city is a few miles to the north,” he said with a vague hand gesture, north. “Just keep walkin’ yer get der. Eventually,” he said. Before placing his foot back on the paddle. The bike creaked. Should he give them something? For the road? Food… Water? Roswell frowned. His lips twisted slightly.
“Well,-” he said. His voice was in a higher pitch than usual. Roswell angled his head upwards and his drift away from the two. “- oi wish yer two luck,” he added with a tip of his hat and a forced smile on his face. Before he stepped on his pedal and cycled away. Leaving the two orphans behind.
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The van Breek mansion lulled in the sinking summer sun. The busy city of Mosch swinging past the house, like the neck of a duck trap. Most of the adults were already enjoying their wine and tobacco. Most kids were already in bed. Roswell van Breek was not. The young master was up to no good. He stood just outside the big open kitchen, his eyes fixed on a piece of roast game his mother had cooked. "Don't touch it," she had told him. Ha, like she would notice!
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this is how he became Drakenburgs most known thief (I'm joking, i LOVED that reply)