forum Depression and Choccy Milk (OXO with Caustic)

Started May 08, 2020 by @Painted-Iris group

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So I made a magician avian boy who's a bit grumpy and passive agressive. I want a chance to develop him. And since children are kind of his weakness (both because he doesn't know how to care for one and because he knows he'll get attached) I thought we could do a oxo where he meets a little orphan (5-11 ish?) or something one day for fluffiness.

This would be magic based, characters should be humanoid, but can have unique features and such.

RULES: Please have good grammar and decent length replies. Please… Standard rules apply as well. Profanity is allowed, but at a minimum.

Here's his form at the moment! Let me know if you're interested! Your character's form doesn't have to be this lengthy.

Full Name: Zeddicus Ommin Saunders
Nicknames: Zedd, Z
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birth Date: October 21
Species: Avian
Personality: He's got a bit of an ego. He's usually a bit irritable, but will force a smile on his face if he has to. Very blunt, which can make him a bit cold sounding. If he ends up liking someone, he can be protective and less snappish. He's honestly quite the tired person on the inside.
Likes: Sunrises, quiet places, old novels or spellbooks
Dislikes: Most people, children, loud noise, the heat
Hobbies: Experimental potion making,
Habits: Pacing, biting the inside of his cheek when in thought, correcting people's opinions/actions without thinking
Fears: Failure, losing someone he finally cares about.
Weaknesses: Flirting (not used to nice things said about him since he's a bit of a grump), rain (when flying), his own magic
Talents: Potion making, flight
Inabilities: Can't use most of the potions he makes, his magic takes a lot out of him, so he has to use it sparingly.
Appearance: He's humanoid in most ways aside from the giant, black, feathered wings on his back. He has two pairs of wings. His form is lean and is just shy of six feet tall. He's got a messy mop of brown hair, either formally combed or left messy. His eyes are an almond shape with a dark amber color that have flecks of a lighter honey shade. His skin is a bit on the paler side. His chin has a bit of stubble.
He likes to wear clothes that seem a bit more formal. He wears a black jacket with long coattails, a dark green under shirt, white pants, and dark boots. A lot of the time he'll wear a traditional top hat in a way to poke fun at the magician stereotype, but also because he thinks it looks nice. He also has a small bottle necklace he wears. He doesn't like to tell people what's inside.
Background: He isn't some little "birthday parties" magician. No. What he does is real and comes with risk. His ability is one that sadly drains his own energy. He can manifest raw power into either a dome like shield or blasts of energy. It's a bit over powered, but the usage time is very short.
Other: He runs a small shop that sells potions in order to make money. He lives on the second floor of the shop in a fairly nice apartment.

:00 yes

Would you mind if I joined?

Caustic I love you, of course you can joinnn

Aaa tysm qwq
I think I have a boy who would be perfect for this
Nathaniel
But baby
Because he gets kicked out when he's eight, he's literally precious, and also happens to be an angel
The avian thing is really cool by the way :)

omg Zedd is gonna wanna lowkey smother him in hugs but in reality be like: imma give you a head pat.

use whoever you want and you can yeet in any template you have done or a link!

Alright! I'll just fill in the template you've got :)
I do have a link to Nathaniel but that's no fun
Just gimme a sec aha

Also thank youuu! I was thinking about it and realised I have like only 1 non human looking character.
So pinterest said: hey look, wings-
Me: ooo like an eagle
Pinterest: i FoUnD dOUbLe WiNgS

Full Name: Nathaniel Tobias Windsor
Nicknames: Pretty much whatever you want to call him is fine, although he tends to get called cat themed things because he makes this chirpy purring noise a lot lol
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Birth Date: March 16
Species: Angel
Personality: Nathaniel is typically rather confident in his abilities. A bit over confident at times. He's often been belittled for being absolutely tiny, so he's made it his goal to spite everyone by training until he's really good at fighting. Unfortunately, he is still tiny and could easily be hurt if he slips up. Nathaniel's confidence is fragile and can be easily broken by the slightest but of doubt or being discouraged by another person. His confidence also wavers, at least in a fighting situation, if he is unarmed. Nathaniel is very emotionally delicate and overall sensitive, and considering trauma, he's prone to fits of crying. Beware talk of family
Likes: Fighting, Feeling confident, Praise
Dislikes: Being belittled/insulted in any way, Being carried without explicit permission, Heights
Hobbies: Nathaniel took up blacksmithing as a hobby when he was a little younger and he still enjoys making swords and daggers. His work is pretty nice for his age, but he obviously hones this skill more as he grows older. He also enjoys battle training
Habits: Fidgeting, avoiding eye contact when nervous, fluttering his wings. His biggest habit is emitting a strange, chirpy, trilling, purr like noise whenever he's pleased, happy, content, comfortable, etc.
Fears: Losing, heights (due to fear of falling again), Disappointment of his superiors, Gunshots
Weaknesses: Flying, Size/Weight, Overconfidence to some degree
Talents: Fighting, blacksmithing
Inabilities: Flight
Appearance: https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/original/0aa25132-f914-4027-882e-cc8962e2bbea.png?1574383083
But eight, obviously. At eight years old, Nathaniel stands at about 4'5 and weighs around 15-20 pounds due to having hollow bones and being a smol boy
Background: Nathaniel lived in heaven up until he was eight. When he was seven, he was sent out to a real battle for the first time and froze up. His older brother Lloyd had to jump in to protect him, and Lloyd ultimately was killed in this process. A year later, Nathaniel was shot down by a duck hunter. His wings were crushed upon impact, permanently crippling him and taking his ability to fly. He was exiled soon after due to no longer being useful to the army or the angel community
Other: Survivor's guilt, PTSD, and generally blaming himself for past events run amok in this poor boy

Alright! I'm excited too!

Zeddicus grumbled to himself, his wings tucked close to his form as he walked. He seemed to be slouching slightly, facial expression irritable and tired. It was never any fun being around so many people. Their chatter swirled around him, making him wish all the more for home. The plastic bags in his hands crinkled as his fists tightened. He was on an errand to restock supplies for his potion making. Sure, he could have been born with teleportation and been in and out of the shop in moments. But there was always the fact that his ability was a rare thing and he wouldn't trade it. Your ability was like a part of your soul once you truly let it grow. Besides, it wasn't as if he was unused to feeling tired.

Nathaniel darted through the crowd, a couple precious coins jingling in his pockets. He hated this place. He always got jostled about until his ears rang and his stomach churned. Nonetheless, he was quite literally starving and his morals prevented him from thievery, so he had to deal with the market. He was already immensely frustrated by the situation, but he kept quiet. Soon enough, he'd been knocked to the ground and his coins clattered against the stones. He furiously rubbed at the tears pricking his eyes as he gathered them again, but he kept getting carelessly knocked to the side again every time he tried to get back up.

Nathaniel darted through the crowd, a couple precious coins jingling in his pockets. He hated this place. He always got jostled about until his ears rang and his stomach churned. Nonetheless, he was quite literally starving and his morals prevented him from thievery, so he had to deal with the market. He was already immensely frustrated by the situation, but he kept quiet. Soon enough, he'd been knocked to the ground and his coins clattered against the stones. He furiously rubbed at the tears pricking his eyes as he gathered them again, but he kept getting carelessly knocked to the side again every time he tried to get back up.

Zeddicus' half lidded eyes managed to catch a glance at the scene, watching the crowd continually knock a young boy over. He seemed to have a pair of wings, feathered in a similar sense to his own. Poor kid. It wasn't really his problem though. Looking forward, he continued walking back home.
It was then he realized that he had subconsciously turned around, walking to the young kid. Why was he doing this? This was stupid. Rubbing his temples with a hand, he crouched down and took a few of the coins in his hands. At the second he felt a push to his side, his elbow shot out, smacking the person in the legs. "Bastards. Let the kid pick up his shit, damn it," he said, not caring who heard him. There were a few on the streets who could feel how angered his aura was, steering clear of where Zedd was crouched. After picking up most of the money, he took one of the kid's hands, and slapped the money into his palm. He then stood quickly and hurried back in the direction he came in.

(Also I forgot to mention that Nathaniel is agonist always painfully polite to people he sees as superiors. Like, he's gonna call Zedd sir, and then Mr. Zedd or something if he's told not to call him sir lol)

Honestly he'd probably be like, ok sir is fine, I don't know this kid.
And after like 10 minutes: ok stop-

(ALRIGHT COOL IT'S LIKE 2 AM FOR ME SO I SHOULD PROBABLY DO THE SAME)

AHAHAHA IT'S 1 AND I SHOULD SLEEP BUT I HAD A NAP TODAY

(I have seen Hazbin Hotel aha)
Nathaniel looked up at Zeddicus when he came over, wide eyed with curiosity and fear. He wasn't quite sure what to do at first when Zedd started picking up what precious little money he had, but all fears of the coins being stolen faded when they were pressed into his tiny hands. "Oh! I-I… thank you, sir…" His voice trailed off as Zedd left quicker than he could properly thank him, but he couldn't stay on the ground. He'd get trampled and killed. He quickly dragged himself to his feet and managed to make it over to a stall to buy himself from bread. He thanked the vendor and scurried back to the alley he currently lived in.
Although he was trying to forget the experience, he couldn't get Zeddicus out of his mind. Why had the man bothered to help him? He could have just gone on home. Nathaniel was just a stupid street rat, further condemned by the crumpled, feathery appendages on his back. People didn't care about him. He'd only been on the streets for about a month, and he wasn't doing particularly well. He was weak from malnourishment, and he was losing weight that he didn't have to lose. He was exhausted and couldn't think straight. He'd thought the treatment he'd gotten in heaven was bad, but earth was even crueler to him. Tears stung his eyes again. He'd thought he was stronger than this, but right now, he was just a miserable, weak child who just desperately wanted to go back home.