◊OC DATABASE

brief intros to my characters and their story projects!

contents: [ paradise's tragicomedy | thornblood [WIP] | centennia | plastic mind | disclaimer ]

paradise's tragicomedy

"up in the sky is a graveyard." -- PTC is a space fantasy & cosmic drama about dead worlds, and people who should have died. survivors are caught up in an attempt to revive what they'd once lost.

a cheerful girl, smiling while pushing a black broadbrim hat out from her face. she's dressed in semi-formal attire, but customized to her peppy personality: her white puffy blouse is frilled at the shoulders and button line, and her long black skirt has a puffy blue petticoat underneath, and her hat has large ribbons tied across it. her cyan-blue eyes also have a horizontal slit like a goat's.

Giomi

Living doll, historian, academic. Giomi is obsessively deciphering a series of runes that are (supposedly) responsible for reviving the dead.

Always chipper and happy to teach, she will gladly geek out about her dead-end findings for eons. Her dedication did not stem from any desire to save the dead, however. But rather, from the fact she is missing all of her memories up until her discovery of these runes.

A shady past, an eccentric passion, and a cutthroat desire for knowledge. Despite her admirable profession, most tend to stay clear of her.

a man with pitch-black eyes and long brown hair to his neck. a red four-pointed star star hovers above his head. he wears a dim navy-blue and gold uniform with a torn sky-blue cape. on the sides of his head are black fish-like fins with a white streak through them. behind his back is a black fish's tail speckled in white stars.

Archer

When the interplanetary war his planet was engaged in ended in the total annihilation of his sol system, Archer didn't despair.

With a hole through his chest, hollow eyes as black as the sky, and a body with no heart - inexplicably he's still alive - and he's here for a reason. His existence, he deemed, is proof that the universe has allowed him to resume his duty.

The war is over, but his job isn't, not until every other surviving enemy has been wiped off the galaxy.

A brown-skinned man with black hair, and bangs to his eyes. on the sides of his head are gray fish-like fins where his ears would be. He wears a regal blue and gold uniform.

Enzo

An ex-soldier and traitor who longs to return to the place he hated so much, for reasons unclear in his eyes.

Soft-tempered & introspective, but out of the public eye is withdrawn and easily peeved.

An older man with porcelain-white skin and prominent cheekbones. He has horns in the shape of a crown sticking from his head, he wears a dark violet 2-piece suit that is adorned in rose-gold details and long shoulder cuffs which fall down his arm. He has piercing slit eyes, and curly magenta-purple hair which is done into a long floor-length braid. he's also in heels lol.

Otis

The formerly adored leader of the planet Halaro, that later turned to exile him. Presently, Otis looks over a ragtag group of survivors from lost worlds, and although he is callous and hard-headed, values those he considers weaker than him.

a black girl with her hair styled in big, turquoise-green curls. horns like corals protrude from her head, and a bright-red halo surrounds her head. she's dressed in a dark brown dress and a cloak with tassels is draped around her arms. a four-pointed red star hovers in front of her chest.

Esme

Demigod whose domain is light and memory, Esme is on an endless quest for answers that might not even exist. After her unwilling ascension, tries hard to uncover why the greater gods, so tightly bound to fate, had to disappear.

a femme with gray skin and two sets of eyes. their white hair cut into a messy wolf-cut and they wear a short black dress with floor-length sleeves. decorative gold chains adorn their neck and hands, and their head is littered with horns. giant spider appendages spring from their back.

Juro

The mischievous "right eye of the gods," molded and given life to relay messages from the divine to mortalkind, who up until now, has been in hibernation for decades. Now, they reawaken, preaching with fondness their visions of the end.

a pale boy with fluffy white hair, dressed in an all-white oversized parka with a puffy cotton-y hood, fluffy hoodie strings, and gray boots. he has moth antenna sticking out from his head and on his back are a pair of gray-brown moth wings.

Amias

A kid nomad and survivalist searching to be reunited with his missing sister, Lyre. Standoffish, self-serving, yet naturally inquisitive, Amias is forever in search of a concrete and predictable world. (design to be redone)

girl with swirly bangs which swoop over her eyes. she has pigtails bejeweled by two lavender gems, pigtails which fall over the front of her face. she wears a golden ribcage-shaped corset, white dress and leggings, and gold-studded wedge heels. a pair of albino luna moth wings also emerge from her back.

Lyre

A manmade god, created from a series of experiments, who views her newfound power with malice. Taking on the divine mantle of 'judgment,' she seeks to remedy the wrongs of the universe, but gets it scarily wrong.

thornblood [PTC side-story]

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Nigel

Technology and the sciences must have purpose, they must be ethical, they must be conducted only to serve the people, and someone must enforce these ethics. Hence, TDER: “The Department of Ethics and Reason.” The organization and intergalactic standard founded in Halaro by Nigel, a current candidate for Halaro's presidency. Earnest and altruistic, Nigel is someone to lead you on with a gentle handhold, to trust with grandiose hopes for the future which he shares with infectious fire. However, behind his warmth there is a searing burn for anyone who gets too close. After all, the world's just a resource for him to figure out and master. Nigel has subordinates, and many, many muses, but never allies. If he says you are, it's nothing good.

Prof P

She is the scientist/engineer that Nigel was the closest to, and the mind who was largely responsible for TDER becoming the successful organization it is. Something she now regrets severely. After fleeing the planet, Prof now seeks to distance herself away from everything professional, everything TDER. Name, appearance, persona, only taking with her a device that can rewind and pause time. Someone with nothing to lose has everything to gain, and she spends her time making sure she has nothing. Just scrapyards and grease and petty pranks and running and laughing at how insufferable people find her.

Min

The stern and no-nonsense Head of Justice in Halaro, currently wrapped up in unraveling the mysterious death of her old mentor, Kanan. Overworked, stressed, and trying to keep her morals unchanged as she learns the truth. Current electoral candidate for Halaro's upcoming election.

Kanan

The role of presidency was handed down to Kanan after Otis' exile. He had large shoes to fill and only ever seen leadership roles in a dreadful light. Even if the people did love him, he had trouble asserting himself and was meek and indecisive. His sudden death a mere 10 months after his inauguration left an undeniable mark on Halaro.

Kotec

SPACE PIRATE !!!!!! AND NOTHING ELSE !!!!!! DROP EVERYTHING YOU OWN, BUCKO.

Centennia

Fantasy/drama. Three former friends re-asses their uncertain place in the world after a one-hundred-year anniversary of immortality. You don't live so long without a reason, so what's keeping all of them here. About love and control and desire.

an elegant woman with hip-length wavy red hair with long bangs which fall over her left eye. her face is hidden in shadow, both eyes unseen. she also wears a beige vest with golden chains over her chest over top a puffy blouse, and an ankle-length black pleated skirt.

Marcene

A philosopher, poet, and researcher of the paranormal: Marcene's increasingly questionable teachings led her to be ostracized from her community. She appears to be in her forties though she's lived much, much longer than that. She made a promise to someone, to meet them at the end of the world, and she intends to keep it.

a freckled orange-haired man dressed in a magenta cape jacket with an orange scarf which hangs loosely around his shoulders and trails to the floor. his jacket is unbuttoned and underneath it he has a black turtleneck, black boots, and has a sword hilt slung across his chest.

Callisto

Callisto died a hundred years ago, slain a gladiator. Yet, he opens his eyes in the present day, revived in a murky tomb with a sword at his side.

Re-seeking purpose while battling the cryptid entity which now shares his human shell, Callisto has been led to believe that the reasoning to his revival is to end humanity.

man with curly shoulder-length black hair. he is dressed in a brown princess-coat, and a bronze spiked epaulet adorns his jacket's shoulder. a chain wraps around it and his shoulders, and ties together a black hood and floor-length cape. underneath, he has a button-up and tie, white pants and brown laced boots.

Isra

Posing as a mailman, this info-dealer wants to make you the deal of a lifetime! But if he hands you a contract, just make sure to read the fine print...

Unwilling eyes into the forbidden and the supernatural has granted him a lucrative career in the art of the "soul binding contract"! Has ties with Marcene and her research and formerly knew Callisto in his gladiator days.

a scrappy girl with blunt bangs just above her eyes, her blonde-brown hair is jaggedly-cut and back-length. she wears a turqoise-blue buttoned jacket on top of a white dress shirt. she also sports a black cap, black gloves, black church shoes and socks.

Marlow

DON'T SHOOT THE MESSENGER DON'T SHOOT THE MESSENGER!!!! She doesn't know how the hell she got here, tangled in these bloody peoples' batshit conspiracy. Who cares about living forever, she's barely living day to day as it is. YES, she made a contract with that one guy but it was HIS fault for not seeing that sodding loophole. Anyone would have done what she'd done! Leave her the FUCK alone! [art by alwaysdellu]

plastic mind

about an artist, and android, and a tech corporation going down in flames. it quite literally came to me in a dream

[reference sheets are witheld]

a brown girl with voluminous curly brown hair. she has glazed-over gray eyes and is wearing a lime sweater and overalls.

kimaya

kimaya is a painting prodigy who tries her best to to reconnect with her passions after the recent loss of her eyesight.

Naturally shy and soft-spoken, the type to choose her words carefully. Too timid to break rules but too much of a thinker to stay still, kimaya wants a lot out of life and believes she was meant for greater things. Upset with the hand she was dealt but more upset at whether she's even *lived* up until this point.

white-haired boy in an oversized collar and a cropped black top layered on top of a long-sleeved gray shirt and white shorts.

aly

Prototype for an elite new line of robots, but was deemed a failure and set to be scrapped. Last-minute, he was instead repurposed into a common caretaker bot. The distressing experience led him to develop sentience.

He has a relaxed, yet stern attitude, and is unafraid to throw the occasional shade. Carries with him an air of grandiosity, though it's obviously a bit to cover up his distaste for the caretaker role. Believes he was meant for greater things.

a tired and mischievous-looking black-haired woman with fringes and a messy curly ponytail. an eyepatch is over her right eye. she has slight wrinkles under her eyes and in the corners of her mouth.

mrs. emerson

One of the scientists involved in the creation of WME's newest line of robots. After the project was discontinued, Emerson has considered the one remaining sentient prototype her greatest accomplishment and will not accept its failure.

a boy wearing all-black semiformal attire. he has light brown hair with patches of gray, and bright hot-pink eyes. the image is captioned: the thigh-highs are a status symbol, he walks into WME HQ every day breaking dress code.

anton

The young inventor whose image Aly was built around. Though he's dead, his influence still lingers.

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disclaimer

yup. those are OCs alright. i've withheld a lotta info and frankly wanna keep things as vague as possible since they are very dear to me :D maybe i will share more someday but for now, secretssss. i've put just enough to understand my arts a little better as an outsider, so i hope it was a neat read nonetheless.

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