//This always helps me get to know my own ocs! //
Other Oc games)
Counting game
https://toyhou.se/~forums/thread/11473.lazy-counting-oc-game-/1#post-205292
Yuck or Yum
https://toyhou.se/~forums/thread/11472.yum-or-yuck-oc-game-/1
For sale / trade
http://toyhou.se/~forums/thread/10316.price-marked-down-/1
(Rules)
You must reply ic.
No replying to your own oc unless its been 24 hours without a reply.
Tell us five facts about yourself and do feel free to explain a bit.
1. Lugok abandons his gelmet and gutplate once he becomes convinced hes chosen as a prophet and protected vy his god
2. Lugok does a rare natural death. Most ogors die violently.
3. Hes above average intelligence by ogor standards, still not very bright.
4. He only has a son later in life so someone continues his grand project.
5. His warband includes 300 ogors and around 800 gnoblars
I love Oms, they are glowing floaty blue orbs that only exist in space. There isn’t any way to describe the taste, it’s just smooth and magical.
I’m not quite sure how old I am, I didn’t know I was supposed to keep track.
I am fascinated by the lives of alien life forms, everyone survives and thrives so differently
One time I non discreetly landed on a planet with sophisticated creatures, and they thought I was a God, heh whoopsy
I despise the taste of recycled water, nothing taste worst than recycled water… bleh
1.) "Last time I measured, my wingspan reached like...17 feet across. I hope it doesn't grow any longer. These wings are big enough!"
2.) "My favorite flowers are black tulips. Totally goth and pretty, too. Tulips have some awesome history behind 'em, too. What's not to love?"
3.) "I'm a singer! I do a little bit of everything, but I don't publicly release any of really...the popular, radio-friendly stuff! Kinda sucks most singers have to stick to genre, buuuut I'm not really the exception with my band. If you're interested in metal, look us up! Anarcho Underground's the name!"
4.) "I used to live in Grottosborough, which if you've been there- is totally batty. I've moved to Lilypad a few years ago. I love being able to meet all sorts of villagers, but man...there's not a lot of places to hang upside from. I'm kinda clumsy on the ground...okay, really clumsy."
5.) "Got any grapes or sugary stuff on you? My blood sugar drops really fast, so I like to eat a toonnn of fruit."
"Oh, let me think..." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Noboru's frown deepened as he started to sump up: "
1) I don't like ABBA. Actually, I hate ABBA. You know the pop band ABBA? Some people say that this is my biggest character flaw.
2) I can breathe underwater! As I'm partly made out of water… It's complicated, but my people have a close connection to the element water, as we are water-spirits.
3) This means I'm a fast swimmer too! I'm not a good sprinter, but I'm very quick in the water.
4) My favourite dish are pastries.... I know those technically don't count as a dish, but they are very tasteful!
5) I can't stand people that steal."
He even went so far as crossing his arms and tapping his feet. It took him a few more seconds before he continued:
"my father is a merchant and an instrument crafter. I know how much time goes into being a store cleric. Imagine someone taking a 'shortcut in life' and stealing someone's hard-earned money. That doesn't belong to them!"
She has a small speech defect and is quite bad at counting
She admits to commit a crime which was actually committed by 9 years old Alva, just because she wants to protect Alva's family
Even though Alva is younger than her, Talvi looks like she's the younger one (when they are adults)
She's much better in writing than talking, she might become a writer in the future
No matter how much time passes, she can't stay calm while seeing Taris around, she slowly develops similar kind of obsession about her just like her father and feels very guilty because of it
1. She is allergic to mint but likes the taste so typically eats it anyways
2. She is ambidextrous but tends to use her right hand more than her left
3. She is TERRIFIED of insects, even just the sight of one is enough to make her panic
4. She knows how to play the piano but HATES it due to her parents forcing her into learning it
5. Despite her tough personality, she is a huge fan of shoujo manga!
"Heya! My names Kizeno Atsuba! Most people call me Coin, though, on account of my skills in... Finding so many coins. By no specific means, of course." She says with a small smirk as she flips a 100¥ coin in her fingers before catching it, or rather stopping it, with an odd multicolored essence. Coin spins the small coin around before catching it in between her left index and middle fingers.
"As you can see, I'm an ESPer! For any who don't know what that is, it means I possess psychic abilities like that little bit of telekinesis you just saw now. I can also see paranormal stuff like spirits and auras or whatever but that's kinda less cool." Coin said with a shrug before tapping her chin slightly, "Let's see here... What else..."
She snapped her fingers and piped up, "Oh! I have a lot of siblings. I have... Three sisters and two little brothers. Real big family with them, too. I live with, like, a lot of my family. My aunt, uncle, grandma, mom, and all my siblings."
"Oh, and can't forget my dog, too! He's a huuuu-uuuge Samoyed Akita mix with the fluffiest fur you've ever seen. He kinda reminds me of an Oreo cookie with how his fur is colored, heh heh." Coin continued on, "What's that now? Like 4 facts including my name now? I have to give one more, don't I? Augh... What a drag. I can't really think of anything else interesting enough..."
She sighed huffily before smiling suddenly once more as an idea came to mind.
"If it counts, I like baseball! I know a lot of people from American baseball, too. Jackie Robinson, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Pete Rose..." She listed each of them out on her fingers before waving her hands before stopping herself, "I know, like, a lot, okay? Just trust me!"
Flipping her coin once more she gave a grin before chuckling a little, "Damn. That makes five. I should leave before I'm late for my job. My boss is giving me a call in assignment!"
1. Washes his face with dish soap
2. Dreads getting sick because growing up his abuela would make him drink onion tea and he could never get over the taste
3. Really creeped out by mannequins
4. Despite not being much of a photographer, Elliot likes developing film in dark rooms
5. He's actually really good at roller skating
Some facts about my oldest OC (i'm just using this as an excuse to flesh 'em out a bit more.) Everything is under a spoiler and possibly triggering things have been hidden with a black highlight just in case Also with a couple of extra facts for funsies.
Extra 1: Hides all his human realm stuff from his family (outside of the makeup, hair bleach and hair dye. It's the only thing his family is somewhat tolerant of.)
Extra 2: His fashion changes on whether he's in the human realm or when he's at his home realm. At "home" he wears traditional clothes with a mild modern streetwear twist just to piss off his parents (eternal teenage rebellion) and wears whatever he wants in the human realm.
Figure this might be a fun exercise while I wait for a) a post from the current guest writer in Now and Always, and b) the inevitable embrace of unconsciousness. More information with regard to the facts presented will be contained within abbreviation tags.
Without moving his head, the strange bemantled white wolf's gaze traced up the page of the book he had been reading—or, indeed, perhaps writing—and met yours. For a moment or so, his luminous, and, indeed, glowing blue eyes scanned you up and down, trying to determine some unknown facet of you, before heset his book on the table beside him and watched it seemingly turn to mist and blow away on the wind. Returning his eyes to you, he placed a hand on each knee, leaned forward a tad, then paused for a moment, as if in some strange form of thought before nodding and raising a clawed finger to his left as if trying to quell the concerns of someone unknowable to you.
With a second nod, he finally addressed you more directly. "Ah, apologies!" he began, his eyes momentarily slipping to his left before once again fixing themselves on you, "I was merely telling my familiar that all is well. My name is Judas Numidius, but many elect to call me Jude. " A short, somewhat self-aware chuckle. "Though I am a man of at least three names in as many different languages."
He tapped his foot for a moment, right index and ring fingers placed on his chin, as if processing what seemed like a strange request. "Interesting facts, hm? And you desire five?" he asked in return, lowering his fingers and letting his hands relax onto his knees once again, "I do indeed have a moment or two, so I am happy to oblige! Let us start with the grounds around us, shall we?" Returning to a more upright posture in the fountainside bench he was occupying, Jude made a grand gesture around him, as if trying to goad you into looking around. Upon doing so, you're reminded of just how beautiful his estate truly is; perched on a cliffside covered by muted purply-pink grass and ground cover, enclosed by pink-hued canopies, each leaf encased in a thin layer of crystalline Mana that gave it a brilliant sheen. This was saying nothing of the manse itself, which was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship hewn of stone, with adamantium bronze trim and window dressings, all put together in a gorgeous art deco architectural style. "Everything you see around you, from the road you took to reach this place--" A short swinging gesture to his rear. "--to the sandy beach at the bottom of the cliffs behind us, is my estate. This is where my familiar, Jason, and I live most days." he continued, pausing for a moment to laugh at the irony of his own words, "Well, when we are not travelling the stars and having trouble find us, that is!"
"You wish to know more about me personally?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the left, "I would be glad to tell you more, but, be warned: I am known for my... verbosity." Yet another chuckle, this one quite a bit deeper and more jovial. "Much to the chagrin of many a friend of mine." Striking up his thinking pose for a second time, he pndered on what to explain next. In reality, the choice was obvious. "Oh, you must be wondering if my people call ourselves anything in particular!" he shot back, his ears perking up, "Indeed, we do. In Common, myself and my kin are known as Lycans. Though, once again, this is but one of many different names, of which one can be attributed to me directly!"
He was positively beaming now. It seems you came at just the right time to listen to him wax lyrical on himself, for better or worse. "I have told you my name, but not my calling." rang Jude's voice once more, his accent and lyrical character almost too captivating, "I am the Ambassador, the latest of more than two hundred. It is my divinely-imbued duty to travel the universe in search of allies and knowledge, and act as the Houses' peaceful representative to its myriad peoples." A short, but energising stretch. "To that end, I am particularly long-lived. It would not do to have your representative die before he can meet a people far afield, would it?"
Then, taking notice of the fact you were staring rather anxiously at his fangs, he sighed. You get the sense this is the last question he would willingly answer. "Yes, those." he stated flatly, stopping mid-way through an eye roll, "And my eyes as well, I suppose." A small, barely audibly thump as he slumped forward. Though he had embraced his inner predator, it was always awkward to explain the fact he was a vampire to the uninitiated. "I am a vampire, though it has no bearing on my lifespan the way it would for others." he continued, "There are, at present, five known major strains. If literature is current, that is." Letting out another huff of air from his teal-hued nose, he decided to explain a bit further. "I am afflicted with what is designated as Type A, as are my wife and daughter. My familiar is of the emergent Type E. Each strain is different, and confers different—and terrifying—abilities to its carrier, but at a great personal cost." An awkward shuffle. "Will that be all? I have yet to make dinner for Jason and I."
Holy moly, that was the most I've written in a good bit.