What does your OC envy about the OC above?

Shrike kicked her legs in and out, letting out a fluttering sigh. Envy, envy... what was there to be envious of in regards to the blacksmith? She was just... a little creature. There was nothing to point out that would be malicious -- and goodness knows that Shrike absolutely could not have beef with a fifteen-year-old.

"I wish I could weld as well as you... euf, say that five times fast, right?" Shrike barked out a hyena-ish laugh and crossed her legs as she leaned back. With a chimp grin, she spoke on. "Really! You make! So many things I can only dream of. Like armor and all. I wish I had armor. But I kind of like this suit, too. Maybe I will ask my friend with the glitter zebra-bot for something like it, just-- tougher! Or you. But I do not know how well you will get--" She paused, slapping her own stomach to demonstrate... something. She liked how tight the outfit was. Maybe carrying around a hulk of metal trash wasn't practical, but nor was her cape and suit. Still, both were...

"Tempting!" She chirped. She moved again towards the blacksmith, her pearly whites still showing off. "You should be proud of your work, anyway! You could make... a knight! Out of tin cans! Have you thought of it? So cool. So great. Amazing! You should, you should..."

     "Optimism," Lan's voice echoed. He was standing right behind Shrike from seemingly out of nowhere, and nowhere was exactly where they were now as shadows coated their surroundings save for what touched his ghostly blue light. He leaned over to look down at her, his arms folded behind his back. "That alone is a rare trait against the tides of these ever-changing emotions, but yours is an optimism capable of rewriting your story."

     A thin, red thread full of knots coiled around Shrike lightly. "Even if the path ends in the same area it meant to, it is not one that eats away at your mind. The adventures take more precedence. Optimism breeds courage and curiosity. What more emotions come from them? How many twists and turns will you take off the path of your life? Might you even find a way to directly defy Fate?"

     Lan disappeared in the blink of an eye.
     "A real hero..."

Larcen chewed on the end of the pipe, he hardly ever smoked outside of party recreation and stress. So seeing an embodiment of darkness surely fell under the latter situation. He was in full armor, and his haldbard resting on his shoulder, attempting a sort of relaxed confidence. But his habit of chewing and grinding when intimidated did not help with this attempt. 

"SO!" He started off loud and strong, try and make things light. "So if you're the, embodiment of dark like I heard well- you must see plenty of things, including the flat-out good and the flat-out bad." Larcen paused, for a bit too long, his eyes glancing down at the feet of Lan. With a furrow of the brow he continued, "It's a bit unfair, don't you think? I mean- you get to see the right and wrong with everything. Least with yer own version of morals, of course. But I gotta be out here hearing the pleas of people who were misled by evil gods, gotta determine if they are truly evil. Then deal with a guy who does somethings that are worse than the cultists in the name of justice and- I wish it were less complicated." 

His face and voice exposed the pain in his heart, quickly he tried to cover this up with a much happier expression.

"Can I trade the Halberd with my sets of knives they are very sharp and can cut through thick skins, I would like to have one" he laughed a little

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he laughed a bit "is that so" he watch as Nathaniel cut the salmon "You know, sometimes I almost lost control of it" After Nathaniel explain his situation he sighed "They sound like one of my co-workers, sometimes I can feel like someone watching me" he sounded suspicious and looked around them "hope that "Otaku" is not here"

Nathaniel’s knife made an awful shriek as he sharpened it. The whetstone moved lightly between his fingers.
“I have to admit,” Nathaniel said as he ran the knife over the stone again, “I have trouble lately. To keep my two… Jobs separate,” he said. The barkeeper finally looked up and at Tio on the other side of his oak bar. He smiled. Nathaniel’s gaze fell down on his hands again, the fish knife in his hand was shimmering. “The wrong people start to take notes about me,” he said. Planting the knife in the salmon on his cutting board. The fat meat of the fish absorbed most of the shock. “Pigs. The stadswacht,” he clarified. “They watch my boat, my bar, like a hawk. Their hounds sniffed in my direction once, and now I’m unable to get off their radar,” he muttered. Nathaniel started to cut the salmon. First the fat parts, then the inner workings. “I don’t know how you do it. Keeping a friendly face.” Nathaniel moved the knife more delicately. “I have to admit, I am a bit jealous.” 

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Im super excited to see where their twisted friendship^(👀?) Goes ngl 👀👀

Argal (sorry if this is a little silly. I was trying to see who would be envious of his style lol)

Tan didn't really have much to envy from Nameless. He was already pretty proud of himself and liked who was. No need to change. 

But man was that outfit awesome. That scarf just screamed "badass" yet it was so simple. Maybe he could modify his outfit to be like that... But no. It wouldn't work. It worked better with Nameless. The overall look and style this guy looked way better on him. He just had that dark and mysterious vibe that worked so well. 

Tan started to feel a bit disappointed with his style. He never really had anyone to fall back on. Yes, it was stupid to worry about fashion, but he found out important to define his character. That cool scarf, cape thing would never work on him. And it made him sad.

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@ new person. You can anyone else that's not Tan since he has no info atm. Might change his profile later but as of rn idk yet

v no worries. This is really good :D I enjoyed reading it!

DAMNFIEND (sorry if this isn't really spot-on, I tried to be generic since you didn't have a lot of info up)

Jaenelle sighed as she looked at the person in front of her. He was walking around however he liked, wore whatever he liked, and seemed entirely... free.

Jaenelle had been forced with her load of responsibility right out of college, and she was tired of it. She longed for the freedom to be less than what her society deemed "perfect". She longed to wear colors that weren't gold or cream, and would love to wear multiple bright colors like the orange and purple on Tan's outfit.

There was nothing immediately presenting Tan as a person of importance, but the air of freedom that rose off of him and the individuality that shown through in his outfit made him the envy of the Grand Admiral, who felt tears come to her eyes as she remembered what freedom like that felt like. But alas, Jaenelle was free no more, and had never truly been free, for the looming threat of responsibility had hung over her since she was an infant.

     Whoa, an alien. Aliens weren't the same as monsters, and she didn't seem interested in killing or physically harming people, so Chad guessed that she wasn't anything for him to worry about as a monster hunter. Still, he was mesmerized. To think that there really was life outside of Earth! And so vast and advanced, too! Yet, Jaenelle looked and acted like a lot of his friends, right down to the way she talked. Gossip was also intergalactic, huh?

     "I'm so jealous of your life, brah," Chad said. "Being able to travel around the stars and all. I can't imagine how rad the selfies must be, ch'yeah. And you have a degree in, what, galactic affairs?? Brah, that's so rad!! Like, what does it even mean? Space business? That's so cool, bro, I'm so jealous. I wanna go to space college." He pulled out his phone. "Do you guys have social media? What's your version of Instagram? Can I make one? Oh! Bro, we need to take a selfie, c'mon!"

(PicklePantry, reviving this thread)

"Look at you, lil' rich boy," Boss would sneer to the only slightly shorter man. "Got everything you wanted in life, did you? Money, a boyfriend, a perfect life! I don't know what the hell an 'influencer' is s'posed to be, but I'm sure it was easy to get into such a career with mommy and daddy's money. You n' your pretty face, men like you think they own the world and all the maggots writhin' in it, I'd bet. People like you disgust me."

It was clear from her face that she was incredibly, undoubtedly, incredulously jealous. 

"Why you got so much money anyways, hm? Just sittin' there, rotting away, begging to be spent? It's lousy! I'm not as poor as I used to be, but y'know what I could buy with that much cash? I could buy my own damn country, I could! You n' your little boyfriend... why don't'cha get lost before I really start to get pissed. Lookin' at you is making me sick."

She was turning green alright, but it wasn't from any illness. Green with envy.

Esterofila HELLO MARGLE- it is my turn to revive this thread sjhdskdjh had to get the opportunity for these gals to interact 👀//

Batya scrunched her nose and sneered. "I bet you just lucky." Her tone was dark. Arms folded, with a confident glare, she looked Boss up and down. Humans are soft. Sure, she was much bigger than the few she'd seen before, yet she knew damn well from other visitors that most of them weren't like her. Besides, there's no way any of them could survive living life on the edge like her species did. They didn't seem to be built for it.

Normally she wouldn't be the type to feel envy, but she sure as hell felt a pang of it right now. Boss was old, clearly, at least a decade older than her. That's what really pissed her off. How was it that these soft creatures could live such a lifestyle and have a longer lifespan? Perhaps they were a bit more vigilant than most people of her planet? It could make sense. They seemed to become injured much easier. Yet, with so many people after her, it felt crazy. 

"Y'ain't gon' last much longer, an' I know it." She spat. Truthfully, she was just talking shit. Batya knew that she definitely wasn't likely to live past maybe forty, and that was pushing it. Wouldn't it be so fun to be able to spend a real lifetime running off of adrenaline? "You's just a fuckin' old bat. Bet'cha goin' blind in that one eye y'got too." Though she had to look up at the hardened woman, she approached her with confidence, her hands moving into her pockets. 

One looked like it had something in it, just in case.

"Better bring Shani back too. There's somethin' I want from 'er." Her voice was kept low to prevent any possible listeners from hearing. "Goodbye." 

@ np you can also pick someone if Batya isn't your vibe ^^

(Hell yeah this is such a fun thread idea let's keep it alive RAHHH)

A snarl escaped Rex's lips as she caught sight of Batya- a tall, confident figure with a presence that seemed to effortlessly command attention and respect. It was a stark contrast to Rex's own unpredictable and often chaotic nature.

"Who does she think she is, strutting in here like she owns the place?" Rex muttered under her breath. She shifted uncomfortably, attempting to appear unfazed, but couldn't refrain from shooting the occasional glance back over. Despite Batya's intimidating demeanor, there was an undeniable beauty to her. And then there was that spiked choker- the same style that Rex had always worn. Rex's fingers instinctively tightened around her own choker as she glared at the one on Batya's neck. It was a hint at a shared taste in fashion, but Rex couldn't help but resent the comparison. How dare Batya wear the same accessory and pull it off so effortlessly? Rex'd blood boiled at the thought of getting overshadowed.

With a forced smirk, she sauntered over to Batya, her movements betraying a hint of her masked insecurity. "Nice choker," she remarked. "D'ya raid my wardrobe for inspiration?"

She pressed on, trying to come up with anything that might knock Batya down a notch. "y'knoww, ya should reeally leave that stuff to b-ches that actually know how to, uh, style themselves." Her forced smirk had become more of a grimace by this point as she struggled to maintain her composure, and her tone seriously lacked conviction.

As she tried to muster up more insults, Rex's facade continued to crumble. "Bahh, not even worth it." she huffed as she turned on her heel, unable to bear the discomfort any longer. "Whatever." she muttered as she walked away, feeling all too aware of the fool she had just made of herself.

Claim (Might take a while so I'll ping when I'm done)

mfxdraws

It isn't terribly hard to make Bellazhanna jealous, in fact, she finds herself envious more often than not. Everyone is prettier than her. Smarter than her. Kinder than her. It is less about who she is or isnt envious of and more about the degree to which she is envious of a particular person. Some people have more to envy than others, but most people have at least one thing. This Rex has more to envy than most, Bella would say. She bites her lip as casts brief little peeks at her. For one, she has such pretty eyes; they are big and dark and have this ambitious spark to them. If only she had eyes like that! Eyes that don't need to hide behind glasses to be useful. She would kill for that. Or so she says, instead she fidgets with the charms on the key ring that she has tethered to her purse. 

Most of all, though, Bella is jealous of the other girl's demeanor. That rough and tumble confidence that Bellazhanna can never see herself attaining. Rex is so bold and so loud. Her energy is unparalleled. Bella can barely muster up anything above a whisper. She can't even bring herself to approach the other girl to compliment her on that which she admires and envies.

She swallows a lump in her throat and gets to her feet. But that is as far as she makes it. The other girl is already making her way towards another group of people. Bellazhanna wishes that she had it in her to waltz right up to a group of strangers and begin a conversation like that. As things are, she cannot so she slowly shies back instead.

"UGH! Your outfit is, like, so pretty! You really wear that colors so well!" High praise considering the pitiful frown on Aysun's face. He dragged his hands down his face. "I canNOT wear brown well. Like, at all. That colors just does not look at me, ugh. But it looks SO good on you and it's, like, so pretty! I'm so jealous!"

When Aysun looked back at Bellezhanna, his eyes shined. "O-M-G! Is that glitter in your hair??" He got closer to inspect, gasping. "O-M-G, it is! It looks SO good, too!! That's so pretty!! I wonder if I could totally make that work too." He pinched some locks of his hair and looked at it before showing defeat. "Ugh. No way. It wouldn't look good with my hair, not with this ugg color and style."

Feel free to pick another character if you want!