Gravity was about to report back to the deck when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She paused, staring in disbelief at the fluorescent yellow and black jumpsuit, fitted snugly, staring innocently back at her. It had strange and what could only could be described as "silly" blotches over it. So startlingly different from her usual suit and tie. So crisp and clean to...whatever this was. With one more try at professionalism, Gravity looped a tie around her neck, knotting it neatly in the center. She eyed the mirror again. The bright neon color flashed out at her again. So much for a sniper focused purely on stealth.

"Crap, I'm not going to do this ever again." She finally muttered. I'm going to get fired from the damn mission. Of course, it may have looked fine on other people she knew, but this really wasn't Gravity's style. She sighed, and reached for her good old suit and skirt. 

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NP's OC gets to wear a suit, fingerless gloves, skirt, sneakers, and sniper goggles. 

Done.

As per usual, Terrence is on the heat of being chased by many guards and lawmen again for stealing someone's money. He ran as fast as he can while swimming on a pool full of sweats, trying to avoiding the law from chasing him but the pressure is just getting harder and harder. After countless hours of running, Terrence meets a dead's end but that didn't stop him for climbing a wall and goes through the window from an apparently abandoned building to hide from the guards and lawmen. After this, Terrence saw a pair of clothes scattered on the mossy and broken floors, and it looks like it's from someone else, possibly a girl because there's a skirt on the floor. Having second thoughts, Terrence instantly takes off his clothes and start wearing from the floor except the sneakers, skirt, and the gloves. He only put on the suit which overlays his white shirt and waistcoat, and takes the goggles as well. After this, Terrence goes to the hallway of the building to find the exit, and only 10 minutes, he has found it and goes outside before putting on the goggles which overlays his eyepatch. Terrence wasn't sure if the disguise helps him to blend into folks to hide from the lawmen and guards that's been chasing in his tail but let's just hope the suit helps him get away from trouble for now.

NP: You can wear two of his clothes. The main or the secondary one. Most of his clothes is just a mismatched of Victorian, medieval, steampunk, pirate, Western, etc. I also made a modern outfit,

The clothes fit Val surprisingly well, considering they belonged to a complete stranger whom he had never met, and probably would never meet. The outfit as a whole had the impression of being strictly functional. The simple white shirt, leather vest, tan pants, and black socks were as basic as it could get, and the leather boots and gloves were both comfortable and practical. The outfit was, in that state, utilitarian, and rather plain. But the whole thing was elevated when he put on the crowning glory, the star of the show: the eyepatch. Having perfect use of both his eyes, Val couldn't imagine any reason to use it-- but boy did it look cool.

"How do I look?" Val asked, entering the room with a flourish.

Celestio narrowed his eyes at him. "You look ridiculous."

But Valentin was unbothered. Already he was leaping about the room, pantomiming a daring sword fight on the deck of a ship.

@NP: You can see Val's outfit here. Your OC gets to wear a necklace with a vial of... something, a bright red shirt with the sleeves torn off, grey pants, a black leather coat, black leather gloves, and black leather boots with outrageously high heels.

Briar looked at himself in the mirror, squinting and frowning, the whole outfit looked like something his dad would wear. He scratches his legs, the pants were starting to irritate him, if he could; he’d rip them apart into streads. Everything else though… he didn’t really have a problem with it, sure; he wouldn’t dare go out in such a thing, walking out in pants would kill him! But honestly, he was really liking the boots, it felt a bit weird with how much of a height boost it was giving him even though he already wears so many platforms and heels on a daily basis to the point not wearing anything that doesn’t have flat soles is weird. The leather coat… was not the greatest, he threw it off onto the floor with a huff, he already was starting to feel light again!... but the pants were still making him feel trapped.

Ugh.. What the hell is he doing still wearing this thing anyways? It wasn’t like he was forced to; it was literally just an outfit that he found folded on the foot of his bed! Then he had an overwhelming urge to try it on, now he has and now it'd just been too long, he needed to change, asap

“But first…” he mutters, grabbing the necklace that was holding a vial, it clearly had something inside, a little peek wouldn’t hurt, would it?

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NP: here's a full body of his outfit; black dress with a white overskirt, a red tailcoat, white bow, red and white stockings, and mary jane platform shoes :3 ...oh, and red eye contacts

"NGGNGGNNG~" He winced as he nearly botched his attempt to put on the contacts, It was the hardest thing to put among the entire outfit set, and it's the last thing he put on. Fortunately he did it with no further problems.

"Whew, that one was rather tedious..." He blinked a few times before finally adjusting himself back together. Now that he has worn the outfit fully now, he takes a step in front of the mirror to behold at his form. He had no problems walking with the Mary Jane shoes on, he used to wore these kinds of footwear before in the past.

Upon seeing himself, his face went from frowning to one of astonishment and awe. A strong rush of this feeling that he never felt in a long time hit him hard as he gazes upon himself in this outfit. He ran his hand across the skirt, feeling how "poofed" out it is as it fans out around him. He felt the lapels of the red tailcoat, and the white bow that adorns the collar. He raised his skirt a little bit to view the stockings that covered his legs. He looked at himself in different angles, turning, twirling. It was cute, it felt cute.

A smile beamed across his face. "This is nice."

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NP: I don't have a full solo reference of his out fit, but it's here, the fellow on the right. He wears a dark grayish trenchcoat, sorta black shirt, blue pants, and below knee-length black boots. Oh and big round rim glasses too lol.

the coat over his shoulders wasn't quite as long as his own but he didn't mind it, but the sleeves were tight around his wrists. it restricted his movement just enough to bother him. revin was squinting at himself after only a few moment, eyes straining against the prescription that didn't belong to him. it was a little odd to see himself in someone else's clothing, he had a fairly extensive closet filled with very similar items. glasses were never really a need in his wardrobe but it wasn't like he had access to get checked out for them.

really, he almost didn't know who it was looking at him in the mirror.

he realized then that he was missing his gloves and bit at his lip, red eyes fixating on the boots to not think about it too horribly long. they were rather comfortable too, the support was nice and he shifted his weight before kneeling down for closer inspection. laces had never been his friend, preferring buckles and zippers and buttons if he could help it. but looking back into the mirror, despite the initial discomfort and the exposed skin of his hands, revin was starting to think this wasn't so bad.

he smiled. "maybe this isn't so bad, i'll have to see if i can find some gloves." his fingers rose to touch the choker around his neck for only a moment before he turned away, hands in pockets.

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next: here's a picture of his outfit !! revin's outfit

"Ah..." Cain hummed, looking in front and behind him to quietly observe the outfit given to him. He'd never really thought about how he'd look in red, but right now, his expression seemed to turn back a 'mixed' opinion. "It's a bit better than I thought it would be." Cain flashed a subtle smile, fixing the tie around his neck. He hasn't actually worn a tie for a long time, actually, evident by him fumbling with the knot for longer than usual, but it appears that the manager has got it down.

Now for that... shawl? At least that's what he assumed what it was; it was quite large for a shawl, though. But, oh well. Wrapping the accessory around his shoulder and arms, he immediately noted the weight of the shawl. "Oh. It's quite heavy, isn't it? Do you wear this one all the time? Like, are you not afraid of this getting caught on something?" He asks, not to make a snide remark, but out of genuine curiosity. "I mean, it just seems a little hard to move in, given the shawl and also maybe the boots... Having them over the knee does seem to bring me some mobility issues, especially when its on tight like this..." He tries to bend his left leg a bit, failing to comfortably bend his knee all the way to bring it to the backside of his thigh.

"Regardless, though, I do think the outfit looks quite nice. I think I'd stand out a little too much with it, which I'm not too keen on, but if that's what you want, then who am I to judge?"

@np, his character ref is in his gallery, pretty straightforward. If you want, you can do any of my other OCs if you'd like, preferably the ones marked with the "forumgameOK" tag

They flailed their arms around discontentedly, clearly unhappy with how this outfit fit on them. Their ears were flattened against their head like an angry cat. All of these items were way too big, made for someone a foot taller than them! The turtleneck went up to their nose. The coat was half on the floor and their arms looked twice as long as they were. Even when they buttoned up the coat, it still didn't fit around them. Any time they tried to walk anywhere, they fell flat on their face because the pants went over their feet, and those only stayed up because they were holding onto them. The shoes were way too big, making them look like a depressed clown. The belt kept falling off of them until they got sick and tired of that and just tied it around their waist like a ribbon. The hairpin.... they hated that. They immediately threw it to the ground after it stabbed their tentacle. The necklace went down to their waist. 

"ooO0oo0ooOO0!!!!!" An annoyed watery sounding gurgle came out of their mouth as they shot Cain a death glare to express their dislike for his outfit. They crossed their arms--or tried to--and made a face, the greenish blue liquid trickling from their mouth and eye dripping onto the sleeves. 

they  look like the   except LEAKING out of their EYEBALLS fire emoji

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at new person They wear the normal Sanitized Octoling gear like this stuff excluding the goggles but if yiu wnat the goggles that is Fine

The Fritz gently runs a finger down it's stomach, observing the stitch scars and marks that usually aren't exposed on it's midriff. Their finger rises up and down, traveling through lumps and valleys of scar mottled tissue- before self consciously resting on it's shoulder, textured with much the same damage. It takes some effort to lift their eyes up, and face themself in the mirror.

...Huh.

Fritz can't help but turn a little, and gets halfway towards striking a pose before chickening out of it. These shoes are sturdier than anything they can remember wearing- you could take off running in these, and the damn things would stay together. The gloves are sized to their fingers, less prone to falling off or flopping around uselessly. The whole ensemble doesn't cover much skin, but with the molded tightness, there's this strange sense of security that Fritz doesn't get in their uncomfortably breezy hospital gown. This outfit would be so so cool ....on someone else, probably. Someone who's body was less lopsided and ugly. Pride and shame swirls together noxiously in their gut, unable to decide how to like the outfit without liking the reflection.

That's... enough of the mirror, maybe. Their eyes dart to the side, ready to change back into their old duds and- Wait are those goggles? ....Maybe they'll wear it a bit longer.

@NP: Fritz's full outfit can be seen here! The main hospital gown is going to be very loose and papery, whereas the apron and gloves are leathery and might pulsate slightly. Have fun with all those mystery stains.

His hand reached for the rosary bracelets. Carefully rolling it between his gloved fingers. Salvador stared at it. At his reflection in them. “I give them back,” the thief promised Onsae. There was a small waver in his tone. Indicating that he was genuine about his promise. “I know better than to make you my enemy. I owe you.”
Salvador carefully folded Onsea’s spare clothing over his arm. The small thief was already wearing the other’s blouse. Too big, too broad, and giving him the unfamiliar sensation of the rare textile tickling his neck. “I pretend to be one of you. Like you, a monk,” he muttered. “I am sure my pursuer would fall for this disguise.” he spread his arms, allowing the long sleeves to fall down his frame. It was easy to see the blouse wasn’t made for his frame. Or him, in general.
 “Its a master plan. A vagrant monk, yes that is what I am now.”

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NP: most important is he wearing weird hats, and his red scarf.