i think my first "official" oc was made when i was listening to 'feelings are fatal' by mxmtoon (love that song) and then from there i started making more and more ocs! usually i would play choices then the mcs i made on there, i would flesh them out and give them personalities.
Ramona's like a cooler version of me kind of and I love her for that >w< But not exactly. She's her own person. I could never fight like she does, and I couldn't lead an army. I just love her ^^
I wanna preesh my little family of doom oc's <3
Bc Ranir is the best mom/wife/person ever, she keeps her family going, she's got her head screwed on right, and she knows where her loyalties lie, and even if they get challenged by a very tough situation, she remains firm in them, no matter how much it hurts. She served in the swamp wars, ready to give her life for her found-family and country, and when she met her husband, though it broke her heart, she agreed to leave the swamps and marry him, because a life with him was worth the realization that she would likely never see some of her friends again. (Life in the swamps was harsh and often short. No tomorrow was ever promised). She and her husband agreed, their son would never have to be separated from his parents the way they had been. They could life out the rest of their days together in peace. And when they heard Boa died, out on a training mission, torn apart by the demons they hadn't known would be there, she kept her head up. She carried her husband when he was falling apart, grieved with him, relied on him, and dedicated herself to her king in her husband's stead, so he could stay home. (The kind kindly turned her down, he knew she had enough on her plate already. They both stayed home together). She kept living through things no person would ever want to live through, and when she had to flee her country, she did so with the same strength and courage. Yes, she cried. Yes, she felt like giving up, as if there was no hope. But swamp soldiers never give up. And so she would carry on.
Boa, despite being separated from his mom and dad, despite being almost literally ripped apart, despite having such bad scarring and injuries that they had to completely synthesize a new shoulder for him, and despite being forced into a war far away from his home, being manipulated and blackmailed, no idea if his parents know he's alive (they don't), and despite having to risk his life every single day for people he doesn't feel really loyal to, despite ALL THAT
He's still a softheart sweetboy. He loves space. He loves pale, soft colors, like powder pink and baby blue. He loves his friends, even though he's always grumpy. He loves to get hugged, loves to spend quiet moments with people, loves to wake up each morning and see a sunrise on a different planet, or have no sunrise at all and just see the stars outside the spaceship window. He loves to write letters to his parents he knows will never reach them, so he keeps them in a box under his bed, but he tells them everything, and always at the end of each letter promises: I'll be home soon.
Arlath/Valen would give anything and everything for his family. He's charismatic, confident, kind, gentle…everything a commander of the Night Sentinels wouldn't be stereotyped as. But as much of a hardened warrior as he is, he never lost his charm and love of flowers. He was a man of nobility and honesty, caring for Ranir and Boa as best he could, though that usually entailed no greater act than a kiss on the cheek and a hug. That was really all they needed, because as long as they had each other, nothing could possibly be wrong. And he was so proud when his son followed in his footsteps, taking the path of the Sentinel. (If he'd known where it would lead, he might have not let it happen). But after Boa's death, he became haunted at night by dreams of his son's torture, driven mad by the relentless images. (Sometimes an active imagination isn't a good thing). He went to the priests, begged them to bring Boa back, and betrayed his country to pay their price. And when their kingdom crumbled as he realized he'd been lied to, he chose to walk alone. Forever in exile to pay penance for his wrong doings. His mind, becoming his own again, grew clear and ashamed. He carries his guilt with honor. He will not run away or hide from his faults. Hey are his own after all, and he will face his judgment when it comes, for each choice he made was none other than his to make.
And I love them with ALL my heart, they are the best, no one can tell me otherwise.
Chelsea is made of fluorite, fluorite = cool
Francis hasn’t died, despite being made of francium, which has a half life of around 22 minutes, good job Francis
Sulfur… nah she kinda stinks