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Serendibite's Tormented OC Collection
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Legend Definition:
Favourite OCs (★)
(★One of my favourite OCs. A very
in-depth character who I enjoy roleplaying!★)
Rare OCs (✼)
(✼ An OC I rarely roleplay. Only appear
in 1-2 roleplays ✼)
Common OCs (°)
(° A roleplay who appears in 3+ roleplays
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Personality Summary: Priya is a quiet, shy soul who's always the back presence in the room, making small comments and hinting towards future events. She seems very calm and intelligent, but this is all just a mask. Deep down, she's a very sweet, idealistic person who tends to romanticize and imagine all sorts of things happening and becoming a story. She actually tends to hate herself for this, and would rather be taken seriously, which is why she stifles it and pretends to be a serious soul, rather than her own, sweet, silly self. If only she could see that no one would hate her for who she was, then she might open up... and reveal all the crazy thoughts she fears judgement for.
-Personality Type: ISTJ (Si-Te-Fi-Ne)
Appearance: Priya is short in stature- but makes up for it in her quiet, poised presence. Her skin is the colour of hot chocolate, warm undertones glowing her slight smile straight into what may well be a beam- curly, long hair brushes off her shoulders, a medium length. Despite the blues she adorns and themes herself with, her sharp green eyes match her warm undertones- casting a strange, yet peaceful contrast. Almost ethereal, she seems- perhaps because of her waves motif in her earrings and low-hanging, blue swishing dresses, plumed out like some undersea queen's.
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Personality Summary: Rosii is an arrogant, proud soul who'd never admit defeat- not to a match, nor to failing to win a heart. They thoroughly believe themselves to be above in every sort of way- that people are defined by class and order and that order is given from the very birth of a person. That's not to say they look down on people who have suffered greatly, however- it's their firm belief that that sort of person, as consistent in literature, is the only person who deserves any sort of recognition. That sort of base idea of worth is why they continuously break over and over again- they place value on things they don't possess themselves, yet insist they have value to themselves. They lock those sorts of feelings down and focus on the now and how others perceive them instead. Yet their obvious arrogance and sickly sweet attitude is not because of an actual esteem, but rather a soul too proud to admit that they believe themselves to be the dirt beneath other's feet...
-Personality Type: INTJ (Ni-Te-Fi-Se)
Appearance: Rosii is a small, precise shiny Oddish, with leaves folded in just the right way, perfect stature, a few plucked flowers curled up in their nest of leaves. Their eyes glow a content red, calm and beautiful. Yes, truly perfect in every way... The sweetest, kindest, prettiest little Oddish to ever exist.
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Personality Summary: A solemn, careful person who's always on edge- always watching his words and others. He's highly intelligent and observant and- just kidding! He's a total silly bean deep down who just acts tough because he wants to be "cool". He hates how people are amused by him and his silly antics and would rather be viewed as the super tough, super strong guy he's sure he is deep down. So he pretends... and immediately fails when he says something stupid and can't back it up with anything but a funny comment or an over-the-top description of a tree. It frustrates him to no end- "Just take me seriously!" He wants to say, but doesn't, because then people would laugh as he exposes yet another layer... Truly an insecure person who idealizes an identity far more than he should.
-Personality Type: ENTP (Ne-Ti-Fe-Si)
Appearance: A very short, lightly athletic person with slightly tanned, cool skin tones; olivesc. His hair is burgundy, long and shaggy, mostly falling downward on his head, the spikes reaching to about his chin. He had reddish brown eyes. He wears a black turtleneck, a black and white striped vest overtop, and black cargo pants. Golden bell earring dangles from his left ear. Carries a satchel on his back intended for a sword... one which is hollow and filled with paper.
-Picrew: [ x ]
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Keiki Meyumi
-Niwa isn't sure how to feel about... that strange person. It feels like there's so much depth to their relationship, and yet he doesn't even know their favourite colour- or if they're just teasing him, playing along like they did with everyone else. Niwa's just so unsure... He knows what he wants, but what does Keiki?
Keiki Meyumi
-Niwa isn't sure how to feel about... that strange person. It feels like there's so much depth to their relationship, and yet he doesn't even know their favourite colour- or if they're just teasing him, playing along like they did with everyone else. Niwa's just so unsure... He knows what he wants, but what does Keiki?
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Personality Summary: A sweet-tongued, bright girl with a delightful, optimistic outlook. Or at least that's how she introduces herself. After she gets bored with someone, she drops them, with a couple of insults to spare. With full intentions. She's petulant and rude, and if someone manages to anger her, she'll be furious with them. This isn't exactly a bad thing, however- She'll become obsessed with the person who has wronged her, even to the point of protecting and caring for that person. She'll claim it's just so that she'll be the one to take them down... But deep down, she has a deep sense of honour, and she'd never let anyone whom she feels she owes something to have their debt go unpaid.
-Personality Type: ESTP (Se-Ti-Fe-Ni)
Appearance: Isla is short-statured, with darkly-tanned to light brown skin. Their build is generally slim and athletic, with slight shoulders and a fair amount of lean muscle. Isla has a shaggy dome of hair with a very poor dye job; the front half is dyed purple, and the back midnight blue, with uneven, jagged ends. (She blames 'that piece of scrap fabric who's going to be smelling like gym socks for the rest of the year' whoever that is-) Her eyes are hazel. The outfits that they wear consist of various sleeveless shirts, dark gray pants, and different golden earrings. While the actual articles change, the general style remains consistent. Bad hair jobs aside, she looks like your average emo teenage phase.
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Personality Summary: Adrik's a social butterfly kind of person who's all about making friends and having fun. He's socialable and easygoing, often teasing others and playing practical pranks and making jokes. Despite this, however, he's a rather insecure person, due to the bullying he experienced back in his hometown. He has a habit of "stalking" people, that tends to turn others off. He feels his motivations of better befriending people are innocent and this difference in feeling has made him rather distrustful of others. If anyone treats him kindly, however, this distrustful soul will be very clingy and desperate for attention. If someone picks on his best friends, he'll at first try to make peace. But if no peace can be found... Well, let's just say Adrik isn't exactly his usual friendly self.
-Personality Type: ENFJ (Fe-Ni-Se-Ti)
Appearance: TBA
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Personality Summary: Hisoka is a smooth, permanently calm presence, always piecing things together logically or fixing things to his own will. He has a tendency to be a tad manipulative or even controlling- moving every person to fit his whims of how the world should be. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and would go to any extent to maintain his power or control over a group and keep things the way he feels they should be. He has no qualms about cruelty or any morals regarding how he treats people. This is all true- and there's no way to say that he's a good person through all of this. He's simply... looking out for his own interest. No matter how charming, how polite, how sophisticated he may seem, then everyone is merely a toy to him to play with until he loses interest. Of course there are certain gems he might like to keep in a piece... But they certainly won't mean a thing to him.
-Personality Type: ENTJ (Te-Ni-Se-Fi)
Appearance: Hisoka's skin is lightly browned, cool and warm skin tones. His hair style consists of two red pieces suspended in front as pigtails- wild strands of red hair in the back that go to about his shoulder. Amber eyes. He wears plain white dress shirt with a burgundy piece thrown overtop- he routinely switches his bottom wear between masculine and feminine routinely, but maintains masculine pronouns. String bow on his chest and neat small bows on his front pigtails. He wears golden earrings on occasion along with other golden jewelry.
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Personality Summary: A funny, constantly on the move, risk-taking person who loves to break the rules. They'll find out a loophole just to mess with it, regardless of the social disapproval it brings. To this degree they are slightly amoral, only looking for the thrill and not for the people, often disregarding people despite their cheerful attitude and treating them without the slightest respect. They're not particularly cruel- just playful. Why can't people just not take things so seriously?
-Personality Type: TBD
Appearance: Slightly browned skin. Their hair is set in two mint pigtails that extraordinarily are shaped like rings. They have bangs with a part down the middle. Hair is very silky. They have electric blue. Suko wears red turtleneck with thick darker red stripes. They wear brown trousers with green and electric blue straps. They also wear black combat boots with a height booster.A dark blue scarf that, even more strangely than their semi-rugged outfit, is extremely ragged and worn. How long have they had it? Where have they had to use it? Don't ask them about this. They'll start up a new story.
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Personality Summary: Majoree is a rather grumpy, insulting person, with little to no charisma and a natural prickliness which drives others away. She doesn't like other people, save for her sister, and perhaps her other siblings who she isn't as close with. Majoree loves admiration like affection, regardless of the cause, and feels discouraged over the simplest things without that. This harsh, rude girl is the opposite of naïve, and while not the best in school, is very good at discerning other's motives and reasons for their actions. While this is true, provided that someone gives her a good impression initially, she'll be quite trusting of them, and might make excuses for their crueller actions that don't line up with her image of them in her head. Overall, she's a very prickly, seemingly smug girl... and it'd be quite hard to get close to someone like that, wouldn't you say?
-Personality Type: ISFP (Fi-Se-Ni-Te)
Appearance: A very short-statured, stout girl with thin limbs and a round, scowlish face. She has albinism with skin as white as snow, and pale, pale blue eyes. Her hair is long and clipped to her shoulders, whiter than her skin. Her height would be around 5'1 or so, and her weight around 115lbs. She wears tailored clothes, typically done in a feminine style.
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Personality Summary: At first glance, Seara seems ordinary. They introduce themself. Seem friendly enough. And then you say something wrong and their smile vanishes. They snap and sneer, refusing to give you another chance. Despite this, they're generally a friendly, nice person who does their best to befriend others and maintain normal relationships, and their morbid sense of humour is infectious. They never care what others think and will often do weird and strange things, terrifying everyone in the vicinity. Seara is quite the character... And more might show as they start growing attachments. If that happens. They're too flitty between people..
-Personality Type: ENFP (Ne-Fi-Te-Si)
Appearance: Seara has short, shaggy, blonde hair with sky-blue highlights that match the shade of their eyes. They have an average build, but are constantly slouching. Oftentimes, they wear short, light green shorts with a white rim and a matching hoodie over a red shirt. However, when they're on the job, and not in a casual outfit, then they wear ruby-red armour, rather like a knight's except far more lightweight, and missing the helmet. They have several earrings on their left ear, and a necklace with a clasp, depicting a sword.
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Personality Summary: uh- I'll attempt this later...
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Appearance: Aleko is short in stature and vampiresc in every other way. Dark hair? Check. Skin appearing to undergo rigor mortis? Check. Supernaturally blue eyes? Check. Even his clothes whisper of vampireness. He tends to joke about it, actually. An immortal, permanently stuck at what appears to be the age of 10-14, despite his huffy protests to the contrary. Slim in build but with baby fat in just the right places, he's an adorable little gremlin/vampire/chaos god.
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Personality Summary: Fawna is a rather forgettable person, who's goals and achievements tend to fade into the background rather than be noticed. They have accomplished the exact average in their life, being decent in every manner. This does not seem to bother them in the slightest- they're just always in the background with a few loved ones. One unique quality to them, however- they have a remarkable talent at making others feel at ease with them... which can be quite frightening to others especially when Fawna reveals some of their true colours.
-Personality Type: ENFP (Ne-Fi-Te-Si)
Appearance: A fairly tall, lanky person with long, shaggy light brown hair that cascades to their shoulder in a sort of mane. They have pale, ashen skin and wide green eyes that almost always seem to be holding a question in. They're about the average weight or so and they have fairly angular and long features, though their jawline and chin are rather soft and mild. Ordinary, yet strange- quite Fawna.
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Personality Summary: An optimistic, friendly presence who's always there, ready to support someone at a moment's notice... But truly, deep down, is nothing more than an insecure, manipulative mess. Luther has a great deal of self hatred for himself and the world around him- in fact, hate tends to drive his every action. Hatred for those who laugh and smile at his goofy antics. Hatred for his friendly, outgoing persona. The world itself, which had driven him to conceal who he is underneath a shallow veneer. While this seems to be all there is to him... there is in fact more. He holds a deep sense of honour within, especially for those whom hate him, and would die to protect them, even if he'd wish death upon them in a quieter moment. While this might seem a tad contradictory, then you must understand that deep down, he is by no mean's a bad person- and underneath the façade of a goofball, there is another façade, of one believing that he hates others.... when in fact, he might just love them too much.
-Personality Type: ISFP (Fi-Se-Ni-Te)
Appearance: A tall, lanky individual with skin the colour of milk chocolate. He has wide, dark brown eyes. Bleached blonde hair dangles in waves around his shoulders. There's always the flash of a smile in his upturned lips- as if in any second he's prepared to flash his sharp white teeth and wrap someone in a hug. He has angular facial features and a certain boniness to his arms. Generally, he wears white t-shirts and olive cargo shorts. He has gold cartilage piercings on both ears.
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Title: STORING THIS
On the other side of the continent, nestled in the banks of the Nandra river, a group of elves sit around a table. The intricate jewelry entangles around their pointed ears and works its way down their necks, curling through the thick silver shoulderpads and running down their bloodless arms. An onlooker might gasp from the bushes where they sit- genuine diamonds glitter in the light, only a shade lighter than that of the noble elves. The jewels here could buy half of Tilon. But the onlooker knows the truth- the knowledge which the elves possess could buy all of Ayeriel. The jewelry is unworthy of the skin which it touches.
Not even the Prince will hear of this. It is to remain off the record.
Of course.
Good. This is to be the most important meeting in all of Ayeriel.
And the onlooker would listen...
Brooksook Myel
It was a chilly autumn morning that Brooksook stirred to. For a long moment, she lay in bed, listening to the incessant screeching of Owlins. Her thick blanket was comfortable against her bones, entrapping her with warmth. Mmm… maybe she could sleep in today… She snuggled deeper into her sheets, her eyes starting to close-
kHAWWWW
She threw herself to her feet, padded over to the curtains and thrust them out. "Get out!" she yelled. "Go away!"
The birds gave cries of alarm and bumbled down the tree. Oh, Cloudian, she hated those things. The minute she landed here, they had refused to leave her alone. Weren't they supposed to hate warm-blooded creatures-?
Her mouth dried up. Oh. She was definitely awake now.
Fantasy died in the light of the morn.
Brooksook breathed in, the chill air sharpening her throat. Her magic settled warmly into the center of her chest.
She thrust it back down, the warmth vanishing in an instant. She whipped on her heel and stormed towards the stylistic dresser. She yanked the polished handles open. One drawer tumbled out, smashing onto her foot.
She cursed the thing out for the rest of the morning.
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Brooksook tugged on the collar of her tunic. She preferred prettier, softer things. Silks didn’t dig into your throat, or itch at your shoulders. But of course no ordinary
This was so worthless.
She strolled through the bustling market square of Briar Glen. All around, people bartered, threatened, and claimed, tugging another stack of fruit into their arms, dropping another small child to clutch at their skirts. She paused to admire a peggy square blanket.
The vendor noticed her interest. “Haven’t seen ye ‘round, girl. You like that?”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The blue center of the knitted square- it reminded her of ice. Cold, cold winters, something indigenous to Snavia. She brushed her hand over the fabric, marvelling at the roughness of the stitches.
“Whatchu gonna pay for it?”
She pulled her hand back as if burned. The vendor raised his eyebrows. “What? Thinkin’ of just takin’ it?” His eyes narrowed. He leaned across the counter.
Brooksook whipped on her heel and took off.
She collided with a brick wall.
She staggered back, cursing, her hands flying up to clutch her screaming nose. The wall moved, crouching in front of her. She thrust out a fist and the wall yelped, stumbling back.
"H-Hey!"
For the first time, she got a good look at what she'd collided into. Her magic twisted with disgust, something she couldn't even contain.
"Orc," she hissed.
"Yep. That's what I am!"
"You! That girl tried to steal from me! Get the mayor. I'm collecting my fee from whoever this brat's parents are."
"Good try," she shot at the vendor. "But, for your information, I didn't steal from you. I was uncomfortable being around your freakish face." She crossed her arms, pretending to fume. But she really wanted to examine the Orc from the corner of her eye.
He was short, for his species. Lines criss-crossed his face, digging into his cheeks, and lining his forehead. He didn't wear any armour, as far as she could tell. Only the typical shoulder pads of a Briar Glen resident.
So he was a fool. She could work with that.
"Hey, hey, calm down. Nothing's happened, has it?" The orc raised his arms in surrender. Blood dribbled out of his nose and spattered on the pavement. Worse than mine, probably. She felt a flash of guilt. "We're all friends here. Citizens of Snavia, amirite?"
"Snavia." Brooksook's magic stilled. She breathed in and out. "Yes, we're all Snavians here." Human, for the most part. For his credit, the Orc hadn't ripped either of them apart.
"Are you a collaborator?" the stall owner hissed. "I can have you both arrested." His brown eyes flicked back and forth.
"Run, small human child!" Brooksook startled as the orc lunged past her, breaking for the alley.
"Hey!"
Feeling a flash of delight, Brooksook tore after him. The howls of the stall owner rose.
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They both stopped by the Church of Abra, panting and wheezing with delight. Brooksook burst into giggles, and the Orc managed a grin.
The silence was broken by a bee. Brooksook watched, fascinated, as the Old Continent creature hovered by her ear- and then darted off into the bushes. She spotted a
"So, who are you? What happened there?"
"I'm Brooksook." Joy faded. "Who're you?" The alley had gotten very chilly all of a sudden. Her magic shuddered in response.
"I'm Shurkul. I travel all over Snavia, being an awesome badass." Shurkul beamed at her. It made her feel odd, noticing his nose. "You didn't answer my question." Something intense passed over his face, and he leaned in closer. "Did you really try and rob him?"
"No!" A flash of annoyance went through her. "I didn't trust him. I thought he was going to try something. I didn't want one of his stupid blankets." That, and-
"Something else?" he guessed.
Huh. That was creepy.
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"Maybe." He studied her for a long minute. "Are you a shapeshifter?"
Brooksook burst out laughing.
"Hey! Hey? What? It's a reasonable question!"
"How- how the heck did you-" she could barely speak between wheezes. "Where'd that come from?"
"Well, you're cold-blooded. And you know a lot more about social interaction than I do."
"I see." She didn't. She actually wondered how he'd thought of either. But then, he stiffened. The sound of a horn reached her ears a second later. Brooksook felt a pang of alarm. "Is that for us?"
"No. It's a general village alarm. It's a warning. An invasion is happening."
Brooksook went rigid.
"Let's go."
She broke into a run.
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The sound had come from the village square. The polite orc had vanished somewhere in the crowds. Brooksook pushed herself towards the center.
The Mayor of Briar Glen sat,
Title: Can I join? :D
Roleplay Experience: I have done roleplay several times before, just let me get the feel for how this one vibes and I'll be good
Potential Triggers: nothing I can think of rn
Special Role: Optional. Idk, if you think of something you want my girl to be then lemme know
What're you comfortable with?:
Anything and everything, if something comes up, I'll let u know
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