The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

Otis was wandering down the street, aimlessly looking around at the sights around him. Only a little ways down the street did he hear the shouting. With his curiosity getting the best of him, he went to investigate.

He saw a very bulky man arguing with two people who seemed to be on a date of sorts. The information came to him very easily, a morality that this guy shouldn't exactly be intervening. He went up to the person.

"Em, sorry to interrupt, but-" Otis was suddenly interrupted by his attacker taking a swing at him, backhanding hin and knocking him down. Otis got up, muttering, "So this is how it's gonna play out."

With that, Otis lunged forward, grabbing the person by the arm, and using his blaster to burn him. Obviously this caused the person to yell and try to withdraw their hand. Otis let go, leaving the person with a round burn mark engraved into their skin.

Otis watched as the attacker fled. After he dissappeared from view, he turned to the two people. "I'm sorry that happened. I'll go now."

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A well known gang group renowned for their terrorist activities has captured Otis. Inside a warehouse, Otis is strapped to a chair and shocked multiple times to get information about the government out of him. "I swear, I don't know what you're talking about! And even if I did, I could barely access it!" Otis screeched and sobbed in terror as a goon tasered him yet again.

Sinsu wonders through the frozen tundra with her head down and her ears back.
Her eyes are heavy feeling tired as the day draws to an end, and the only thing on her mind right now was finding somewhere sheltered to rest.

As she's walking she picks up the scent of an unusual creature. Something she's never smelled before.
She sees foot prints in the snow and curiosity leads her to follow them until she comes across a strange looking animal all exposed out in the open.
The creature appears to move slowly, perhaps weak? or maybe half frozen?
Sinsu stands and watches for a little while keeping a distance between her and... it!
She didn't know whether it was safe to approach. It didn't LOOK dangerous... but neither does an ice dragon until you bat a sleeping one with a paw!

Finally Sinsu approaches the odd creature with caution at first, her steps are slow and her guard is held up ready to fight back or run if need be until she's right besides the creature.
She sniffs it once at first and then pulls away, and then sniffs it again this time realising the creature was harmless.
It didn't seem to be very well adapted to this environment, she could see it was freezing to death.
She assumed it was something's cub for it to be so defenceless in this environment, she'd never have guessed this thing was fully grown, but then again she'd never seen one of these things before.
She took it's scruff in her mouth and began to carry/drag (not sure of size difference) the creature with her in search of somewhere sheltered where she would keep it warm until morning.
If it survived until morning she would walk with the creature offering it protection until it found safety, even if that meant straying far from the territory she was used to.

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Sinsu has been captured by poachers who want her pelt and her horns.
She's currently on the back of a vehicle inside a cage with her face muzzled so she can't bite and her legs tied so she can't even stand up, never mind defend herself.

@Pixi-Spit

The driver took no notice when a raven landed on the cadge, nor when it melted into a rat snake and slid through the bars. 

Tremor coiled in the corner and took a few seconds to decide if the large cat was awake, and if so, would it but him? It looked a bit like a beast he'd seen before. He wondered for a moment if he could turn into such a cat as well. 

Tremor flashed up into a human and slid the muzzle off, then pulled a knife from his pocket, and started sawing at the ropes binding her legs.

(I'm pretty sure she would wake up and be really mad. She might growl and bare her teeth, and Tremor might have a minor heart attack before explaining himself.)

Both creatures on their feet now, a snow cat and a tiger. Tremor swings open the cage door, a knife wedged in its lock. 

"Shall we skiddadle?" 

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Tremor's angered his terrifying ex girl friend. She's a huge white crocodile dragon with a nasty temper and a thing for eating people. The poor boy desperately needs a place to hide!

Ryan was moving through the streets at blinding speeds when he saw it - Tremor's ex. The gigantic, white, crocodile-esque creature was truly a beast to behold. But then, he also noticed the frightened person sitting in front of the monster. Without a moment of hesitation, he suited up (as 'Mercury') and took off toward the dragon. Making his presence known, he dashed right up to the creature in question, stopping just short of landing a punch, before realizing the utter distress on the person's face. Not loosing a nanosecond more, he changes tactics - distract and escape. Mercury then zips laps around the beast, creating a glowing spectacle from the friction he produces and the static electricity building up on his body. Then, 302 laps later (only a couple of seconds in real-time), he discharges the static charge (that he's built up) onto the creature's face, creating a tremendous visual disturbance. While this is occurring, he comes back around and grabs Tremor on the way back to a cafe, with tinted windows. He leaves a 20-dollar bill on the table, and dashes off to deal with the monster in the street before disappearing again...

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Mercury has a piece of debris in his leg, and can't move. He's on the run from mechanized wolves, and is barely holding his own against a pack of 13...

Now how did he get here? Alcott couldn't remember why he was walking on the side of the rode in the dense of night. Did his car break down? It must've. But surely he would've flown away to get gas, right? No, no he was waiting on Arson to come down and pick him up. Yeah, that's right. And just a quick stroll through the forest would keep him at bay as he waited. A place so quiet, though, it was easy to lose track of things, even his memories.
Exhaling a steady stream of smoke, the teacher put the cigarette back to his lips when he heard the sound of wolves. What? Here? He glanced over, noting something through the trees. Curious, he moved closer until he could make out the figure of a young man, with wolves surrounding him. Alcott's eyes widened slightly. What on earth caused a situation like that to happen? Regardless, he could sit by and let that kid get attacked! Stomping out his cigarette, he charged through the small pack of wolves and wrapped his arms around Mercury. "Hang on tight!" Alcott said, large wings unfolding behind him. The wolves all took steps back in surprise, and by the time they recovered, Alcott had flown away with their prey.

You can hear screams from the distance.
In the middle of a suburb, Alcott runs to the middle of the road, a hand on his head and a bewildered, fretful expression on his face. You see another man chasing after him, screaming in another language while swinging a golf club around wildly at him.

Everyone knew that 'the belly of Drakenburg', as the locals called, was the worst. It was a network of alleys filled with gambling, booze, and the combination of the two. Rats ran around, like thieves in the night. And they weren't the only thieves running. Roswell's feet slipped and slid over the mud strained uneven cobblestones. In his hands, some stolen coins, and a pocket watches. Normally Roswell would have climbed the nearest building. And would have made his way over the green coloured rooftops of Drakenburg. But he sprained his wrist, and was unable to climb. Didn't matter though nobody would follow im 'into the belly of the beast'... Right? But something was off. Something more than usual. Roswell shivered.The air, tasted different tonight,it was.. Colder somehow.
Roswell didn't pay attention at all and had to force his sprint abruptly.
Right in front of him, was a lady, a madam. Something Roswell had never seen before, an appearance that made Roswell blink (or wink) a few times. Her eyes were purely blue, and the shined like diamonds. It made Roswell's heart race, not in the 'i like you' kind of way but in a way he couldn't describe. Couldn't gasp as, just a normal human being. This creature, this madam wasn't human, that's for sure. She smiled at him. There was kindness in her chirpy whistling.
"Yer.."Roswell said, knitting his brow. "Yer aren't supposed to be here, it' dangerous." Roswell extended his free hand, grabbing Snow's shoulder gently. Another shiver. Cold!
He shook his head, showed her a wary grin. "Come madam, just hold me hand, I'll get yer back on the main road. Its much saver there, and I'm sure yer like the view there too. Just. just stay close, don't talk to anyone ok? Yer.. We are gonna be just fine. Yer doing great."

The sound of an alarm buzzed trough the night. The local jeweler shops windows are broken. And they expose gold,trinkets and marbles as a shimmering wound. Roswell is not far from that place, his face weirdly 'twitchy'. "I 'ad nothin' to do with that!" He tells you. Even going as far as pointing his finger at the shop. Incase you missed all this comotion. "But if the cops arrive and they find me here, " Roswell paused, then shrugged. "Then it's over for lil' old me. Help me find a place to hide will ye?"

The centaur moves towards the man and carefully lowers himself to look at him better "Tell me what happened here, I'll believe you better then." Hayden sighed for a second, quickly looking around for anyone who could see them and carefully lifted up the man, moving them into a nearby alleyway, making sure his large, horse-like lower half hid the man as much as possible next to some trash. "Just, stay calm, and tell me what you know about what happened before I do hand you in."

In the war-zone, you can hear the rustle of barbed wire shaking and moving, it sounds like someone or something is stuck in the metallic thorns. Following the sounds and the motions, you find it's source, a large centaur, tangled in the mess of razors, clad in ripped up armour and clothes. Their side isn't clear anymore, their colours are too drenched and dirty to tell and what had to have been their weapons were easily two meters out of their reach. As they see you, they cry out, panicking, scared even "Help me, please, I-I can't move. It's the wire, I-It's cutting into me. Please, help me."

(Going for his more gargoyle form)

Svein bolted through the war zone scared for his life.
Although his form appeared somewhat humanoid with his anatomy he ran on all fours more like a dog, leaping over barbed wire and trenches like a collie running an agility course.
How had he even gotten here? This battle did not involve him nor did he wish to be involved or pick a side.
All he wanted was somewhere safe to relax, but everywhere he went was occupied by men at war, turrets, barbed wire, trenches and land mines.

Hearing a cry for help he stopped as fast as he could but slid a little in the mud before coming to a complete halt.
He stayed on all fours while he listened which way the voice was coming from, and then finally stood upright and ran in a much more human fashion towards where he thought he heard to plea for help.
He came across a centaur tangled up in barbed wire, his skin torn from his struggles and blood and dirt caked to his fur.
Svein looked around, he wanted to continue running and find safety, but he didn't have it in himself to leave this centaur in this mess knowing he'd likely be killed if he was caught by the enemy... who ever the enemy was.

Svein approached the centaur and walked around him, stepping over the barbed wire as he did.
Finally once he thought he had an idea how to free the centaur he jumped onto his back and perched there in a typical gargoyle posture, his long hair hung over so his face was barely visible, but he seemed to be able to see well enough what he was doing as he teased the spikes gently from the centaur's skin and pulled the wire upwards so it was no longer touching his back.
He moved forwards towards the horse part's shoulders and then got down off the centaur's back still holding onto the wire and used one hand to push the human part of the centaur down towards the ground so that he could bring the wire slowly over the more sensitive fleshy part of the centaur's body while the centaur slowly stepped backwards.
The gargoyle didnt say an awful lot throughout the procedure. It wasnt that he was being unfriendly, it was more a case that he couldn't speak the native tongue so well., especially no in this form. But he finally broke his silence in a voice which sounded more like a throaty growl with "Free" hoping that the centaur could understand what he had just said.
"GO!" he snarled and waved his arms shooing him away before any more danger could come to him. This was a war zone after all, and he didn't want to see the centaur killed.

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Svein has found himself in a deep hole... a trap dug deep with the intention of catching a creature like himself.
It is too narrow for him to spread his wings and fly out, and too steep and muddy for him to climb out.
His only hope of escape is for someone to find him here before the people who created the trap do.

Scout was waltzing along, winding her own business, the dust danced at her ankles and the tall meadow grass was towering over her. She noticed a small clearing in the meadow and decided it was best to investigate. The small gem spotted a hole in the clearing, peering inside she found a strange being inside the hole. "Hiya! I'm Scout!" she rests her head in her palms and lays on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth like a child. "You look like me!" She spreads her 'wings' with excitement. "Can you fly?" She seemed annoyed, "Oh, you want help." She wants to leave but was coaxed into helping him with the promise of candy. She removes her tech wings and shapeshifts her arms to be long enough to reach the gargoyle. She pulls him from the hole and replaces her wings, holding out her demanding hand for her payment.

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Scout was enjoying a flight to a nearby city when suddenly she is struck from the sky by a man with a large stone. She was struck down into a raging river, she gets caught under water, without help she will remain there for all time. The water is infested with hungry piranhas.

Under the water, Riley was watching the surfing animal curiously, seeing what Willkey was doing when suddenly the wave they were riding crashed down, submerging the animal that didn't move as he flouted down. Riley panicked, overthinking all the possibilities as she watched and looked for anyone else to help. After a few seconds of this practice, Riley started to swim, carefully catching the dog-like animal with her four arms and raising them out of the water. She surfaced shortly after and moved onto her back, placing the surfer on her stomach as she kept moving to a pier. She was still worried, trying to figure out what else she could do to help more with what happened, hoping that an incoming lifeguard boat could take them and do what they needed to do.

As the boat turned up, She let one of the lifeguards walk onto her to take the animal, preforming a type of CPR as Riley started to dive again, scared and praying that the little dog would be fine at the end of it all.

On the beach, a small crowd had gathered around a large, whale-like merperson, they were trying everything thing they could to calm down the scared Riley and help move her back into the water, Even with an extra set of arms, she couldn't move herself away from the sandy area that had caught her in what was now a low tide.

The ex-deity lounged on a reclining sunbed, sheltered by the large purple parasol of his but when he watched as a crowd of humans gather around the creature. He mutters to himself.
"How petty these humans."
Taking off his robes, he got up and walks over the commotion and ushers the humans aside. He looks at the mermaid with a smile on his face.
"Don't worry pet..." He said and used his empowered strength to push the large creature towards the retreated sea, knowing to well that he had the strength of a thousand men.

After the girl has been moved into deep enough waters, he leaves her with one sentence.
"Hope you take my kindness for granted for you'll hardly get it in the future."

A large mob of humans have gathered near the front gates of a rickety old manor, known to be haunted and abandoned for years, that was until Tenebris moved in for a spot of peace...until half of the townsfolk showed up. Clearly they had beef with the creepy old man, maybe of how he was back in the days when he was killing innocents front right and center but the old guy decided to retire.

The citizens hurled abuse and threatened to burn the place down and the deity shouts remarks back, angry at the fact that these humans won't give him time for himself.

"My boy! What a dastardly and sickening thing to do, to a group of innocent civilians!"

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"Meh, they're so cowardly and weak but you, my shadow-manipulating friend, have gave an old dark lord some breathing space for a change. My condolences on a job well done, my dear." *He chucks a small sack of cash out the window to his feet.*

"Take this for your troubles for helping out another shadow dweller with his...problem." *smiles as he closes the window*