Lady
Opal
"YOWZA!" -Skull Kid
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Post by Lady on May 7, 2018 14:01:59 GMT -6
This is where I’ll be writing about my OCs or just stories whenever I feel inspired to write. I have a lot of stories about my OCs and I’ll try to colour code them as I have a whole ton of OCs. I’m making this now but I probably won’t start to write until later tonight, probably in a few hours. That or I’ll write when I get home from school tomorrow.
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Lady
Opal
"YOWZA!" -Skull Kid
Posts: 3,378
Pronouns: It/Its
Things I Like: Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Lady on May 8, 2018 13:37:44 GMT -6
Ok, firstly I'm gonna colour code my OCs based on the universes they're in, as some of my OCs exit in the same universe, while others do not.
Trevor Maverick (Dying Light OC (Dying Light is a real cool game don't @ me))
Belladonna Rose Franklin Pipistrello Jasper Wright Taryn Lycanson
Hathor Cupio
Hikaru Umbra
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Lady
Opal
"YOWZA!" -Skull Kid
Posts: 3,378
Pronouns: It/Its
Things I Like: Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Lady on May 8, 2018 14:20:38 GMT -6
As if life could get any worse for Trevor. Being brought up as a Maverick wasn’t easy, for generations Trevor’s family had been farmers in Texas and were expected to continue the family tree. So his fate was already sealed. Much like his father, grandfather and great grandfather, he was expected to find a girl to call his wife and have kids so they could do the exact same thing.
But Trevor had never enjoyed the company of people, which was an issue if he had to find a girlfriend. Even as a kid, he preferred animals over humans. Fortunately, he had a barn by his house, meaning he could visit animals whenever he could. Unfortunately, his school didn’t have a barn right next to it. As no animals were there to comfort him, Trevor was a problematic child at school and once got into a vicious fight, resulting in him being home-schooled. It didn’t bother him, but on the other hand, his parents were furious. His father had never been so embarrassed in his son before, but Trevor didn’t feel any shame.
As soon as Trevor became a teenager, his parents began to try their best to set up their son with girls in the local neighbourhood, though Trevor showed no interest at all. Now as an adult, Trevor still preferred animals and loved spending time with his horses. His parents were still hard on him, until Trevor decided it was the last straw.
Trevor woke up at sunrise and took a packed suitcase to the front door before grabbing a hat to cover his short, blonde hair. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a noise from behind, he looked over his shoulder to see his mother by the stairs.
“Trevor, what’re you doin’?” She asked quietly, a groggy tone in her voice indicating she had just woken up. “Just where do you think you’re goin’?”
“I’m done, mom!” Trevor hissed at his mother, whose once bright blonde hair was now colourless and grey. “I’m sick an’ tired of the same old thing that’s been happenin’ my whole life. I got myself some tickets to get me outta here to Harran an’ see the Harran Games.” He sighed, looking to welcoming rug beneath his feet. He began to walk out of the house, taking his suitcase with him. “I’ll be back at the end of week, so just hold your horses, okay?”
His mother watched her son leave the farm, her jaw dropped and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She had no idea what to do, but if his life was so stressful that he had to leave the country, then so be it. He will be back by the end of the week. (Part 1 of Trevor's backstory, I guess. I'm not the best writer yikes)
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Lady
Opal
"YOWZA!" -Skull Kid
Posts: 3,378
Pronouns: It/Its
Things I Like: Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Weed, Roleplaying, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by Lady on May 8, 2018 15:24:08 GMT -6
Trevor was taken to his hotel room, beginning to relax almost immediately, even if he had just been in Harran for only a few hours. He dove onto his bed and sighed loudly. This was just what he needed, a few days away from home in a place he had never been before.
“I am not movin’ out of this room until the Games start.” Trevor muttered to himself, smiling slightly.
Harran turned from Trevor’s Heaven to his Hell very quickly. Within two days of being there, the entire city was closed off. Quarantined. There was a terrible virus outbreak, it wasn’t like anything Trevor had seen before, he locked his hotel room- opening the door for not a single person. He could only contact the outside world by going on his phone or by simply looking out of his window. It took Trevor a few hours before he got enough courage to exit the hotel room. First, he unlocked the hotel door and paused, waiting for any sort of noise… Nothing. Dead quiet. He slowly opened the door and poked his head out, everything was wrecked. It was clear that people had panicked- leaving their doors wide open for anyone to walk in and perhaps steal whatever they had left. Belongings were scattered all over the hall, along with blood. A lot of blood. Trevor’s eyes widened in fear.
“What the Hell…?” Trevor didn’t know why he was so shocked from this, he had already seen it all from his window. Anyone that got infected would have terrible seizures and hallucinations before beginning to relentlessly lash out on anyone around them.
Trevor began to walk down the hall, his brown eyes darting around every nook and cranny he found. As soon as he reached the end of the hall, he went down a flight of stairs, finding a dead body waiting for him by the bottom. He covered his mouth in disgust, never seeing a dead human body just laying there before. He rushed passed the limp body as quickly as he could, wanting to get away from the sight as soon as possible.
(Part 2 I guess, I believe this is short but ehhh)
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