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<div align="center">Welcome!
Here I will list of all my OC's that I own and use, as well as any art I or other Artists have made for them, as well as their backstories if I have written them out! <div align="center">All the Artists will be listed below the Artwork .
Please do not post!<div align="center">If you have any questions feel free to PM me or ask on my Art Gallery thread : https://wolfplaygame.com/forums.php?f=5&t=14713
Edited at August 29, 2018 08:03 PM by Raewyn
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<div align="center">- RYUK - Name : Ryuk (Pronounced Rue - yuck)
Age : 323 years old ; Immortal
Gender : Male
Appearance : His main animal appearance comes in the form of a 17.2hh stallion of unknown breed, completely black coat, with a long silver-gray mane and tail. Creamish scars are all over his body. He has liliac/light purple/pink stripes on his muzzle, neck, belly and hindquarters. His eyes are deep blue in colour, and he carries around a potion bottle hanging from his neck by thick rope or chains, filled with an unknown substance, that changes colours with his moods, its default being a glowing royal blue. Some say he holds the souls of his victims in the bottle to give to Death.
He can also transform into other animals but it takes alot of effort, and his appearence stays the same.
Job : Messenger and Quest-Completer of Death. He is the right hand man of the Grim Reaper in other case, doing Death's dirty work.
Personality : He is only ever trustworthy to Death. He will backstab, hurt or kill anyone that tries getting in the way of his Master's command. He is hard, strict and deathly calm. He doesn't play, or have fun. He likes to lirk in the shadows and watch from afar. Not much is known from his origins, but he is capable of being killed, therefore he thinks before he acts, at least most of the time.
Strengths : If a human or animal not of supernatural origin touches him, they die. He is loyal to Death, and will do anything to serve him.
Weaknesses : He can die, although no one really knows how to kill him yet. He has a mild weakness to pure obisidan and iron, and weapons made of those materials can harm him.
Sidekick : Kira, a female black raven with purple eyes, that can sometimes be found travelling around with Ryuk, however not much is known about her.
<div align="center"> Short Backstory
The Earth shook as the horse galloped along, even though his hooves never touched the ground. A fine mist clouded around his legs, making it look like he was floating along at impossible speeds. His back was covered in a sheen of frost, causing his pitch-black coat to shimmer under the moonlight. Plants and animals dropped dead where they stood as the stallion flew past them...he was Ryuk , Death's messenger. He was beautiful, but lethal. In a vial kept around his neck, laid the souls of dangerous beings, that gave him power. The little glass bottle changed colours with Ryuk, and right now it was pulsing a crimson red.
Scars were littered all over the body of the stallion, and he took pride in them. They showed all of the battles he had fought beside his Master - and survived . Ryuk knew he could hold many forms, cats, ravens, wolves even a human, but he preferred being a horse. Something about the power, the stride of the equine facinated him. Ruyk's unruly silvery mane flew around in the wind, as he thundered towards his destination. Hell . A shiver of excitement - and darkness - etched through him like adrenaline. A course of toxic power pumped in his veins as he skidded into the echoing portal.
Dimensions swirled around him as he passed through time. Eventually, he ended up in front of the Gates of Hell . The wretched black iron wove in delicate patterns on the gate, spelling out words in a language history had long forgotten. Gargoyles with their grimacing stone faces glared at him from their stations, as they flapped their dangerous-looking razor sharp wings. One slice with those and you would be a goner. Ryuk trotted up closer to the gate, his powerful legs propelling him forward. Once close enough, he whispered the secret passage, the one - if mortals dare say - would condemn them to Hell. A screeching sound, similar to nails on a chalkboard filled the air, but Ryuk didn't even flinch, he was used to the sounds of Hell.
As he stepped through the gates, Ryuk was overwhelmed with the screams of humans, as they rotted away in the depths of the endarkened. Torturous shouts filled the air, but they quickly silenced...probably by Demons or Wraiths Ryuk figured. Choas surrounded him, yet the Stallion didn't even bat an eye. He was searching; searching for his Master . The cracked ground shuddered as Ryuk trotted by, as if were to collapse in on him at any moment. His ears flickered side to side, waiting for something to alert him. A sweet, divine yet awfully sad melody sounded in the dark sky, and Ryuk reared in anticipation. Following the noise, the black horse galloped in the direction of the sound.
Ryuk halted in front of the cloaked figure, ready for commands. Instead, the creature reached out a skeletal hand, and took the vial from around the horse's neck. Ryuk whinnied in reaction, stomping a hoof on the ground. A scythe in one hand, vial in the other, the Grim Reaper looked terrifying clad in a black cloak. With a sharp movement only a supernatural being could follow, Death dropped the vial onto the ground. The souls escaped, and whipped around the air in orbs of black, silver, crimson, cobalt and deep purple. As fast as they were let free, they dissapeared into the silver scythe in Death's hand, causing the metal to pulse with newfound power. Death chuckled - a horrifying sound - as he patted the black stallion's neck
"You have done well, Ryuk". <div align="center">
Edited at August 29, 2018 01:38 AM by Raewyn
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<div align="center">Art of Ryuk
https://s8.postimg.cc/y6ieuy6px/f5c58c20-705a-4626-b1be-fa5486084178.png (C) 144027
https://s8.postimg.cc/ak4vgfeqt/4062f334-fa1c-44d5-93c7-52d9e60c7d9d.png (C) 144027
Edited at August 29, 2018 12:51 AM by Raewyn
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<div style="text-align: center;">Kahlýre & Aerd'ri <div style="text-align: center;">(Pronounced Kah - Liar and Ard - ree) <div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;"> Closed Dragon species created and purchased from Badger Bois #170938. The following story is not related to her original species.
Kahlýre is a gentle giant, motherly, but full of adventure. She loves exploring and soaring high among the clouds. She is a fast and swift flyer, and alot more agile in the air then most other dragons. She also has an abnormally large wingspan for her size. Kahlýre has strong legs and sharp claws for taking down large prey, but she prefers to feed on fish and ocean animals. Her feathers and scales shine in the sunlight, and she can blind those who look at her for too long. She has emerald greed eyes, and is patterned with whisps of purple, light blue, white and pink - the colours of twilight. She is graceful and doesn't like to fight very much, but she will defend herself if she is threatened. She has spines along her back, and an unique deadly horn on the top of her head. She also has a full tail, in comparison to most other dragons' 'half tails', which allows her to turn quick and spin in a dime while in mid flight . She is the Typhoon type Storm Dragon.
Aerd'ri is a much smaller dragon, with shorter wings. He is light on his feet and loves to zoom about in the sky and dive into the sea for short periods of time. His scales and feathers are the colours of the sea, with violet splashes and purple tiger stripes. He likes to sing - a bit like a nightingale - with short but sweet chrips and sounds unlike a normal dragon's nasty, shrill screeches, roars and squawks. Instead of poisonous spines on his back like most other dragons, he has a traslucent, almost glittery 'fin' on his tail. The edge of the fin is razor sharp to the touch, and can be used as a blade when fighting. However, he doesn't like confrontations. His bark is scarier then his bite. He can swim to a degree, but normally stays in the shallows where its safer. Aerd'ri loves to play with other small dragons, and dragonets. He also loves to play tricks on Kahlýre. He is forgiving and slightly reckless. He is the Moonsoon type Storm Dragon.
<div style="text-align: center;">Short Backstory
Snow sleeted down from the heavens. The wind carried a flutter of snowflakes, causing them to dance in fusion. Like the world was covered in a blanket of white. Trees were few and far between, as it was hard to grow inbetween the planes of ice. Although the sweet scent of pine lingered in the air, like a refreshing change.
The bitter cold was slowly fading away, along with the darkness in it's stride. The sun was out more, fighting against the murky clouds to shine atop the lands. A flicker of warmth now lay instead of snow upon the ground, and fresh roots of plants started to spring up. The ice melted, and the long winter ended. Life became more ubundant, and animals started birthing down. Humans became more aparent, and the loitered about. Spring was here.
Along with Spring, came the hatching of eggs. Specifically, dragon eggs. Atop a mountain range, surrounded by scraggly cliffs and fierce winds, a Clan of mixed species had gathered for the Aaricumia Ceremony. Also fairly known about as the hatching ceremony, which is pretty self explanatory. The eggs meant to hatch this year, wound hatch on the first night of Spring. The eggs would shake and glow, sometimes even crack a little bit, to announce that the dragonets are ready to escape their shells. A incantation would be said by the clan members while the eggs were to be thrown into water, fire or earth, and the hatchling would break free. Alot of the time the Wind dragonets wouldn't make it however. Their ceremony called for the hatching eggs to be dropped off of the tallest mountain the Elder dragons could find. If the dragonet was strong enough, they would break free as they were falling from the great height and fly the rest of the way down. Sometimes they got stuck, or they were too weak, and ended up plummeting to their demise.
Dragon eggs can take centuries to hatch, of just a few years. It all depends on the species and rarity of the dragonet meant to be born. There was a special cave that all the clutches are placed in, for the mothers and elders of the clan to look after until the are ready. All the eggs differ in some shape and form; from patterns and splashes of colour, to scales, spikes or a array of feathers. Some large and bulky, some small and petite. If the egg is cool to the touch, that means they are female and if they are warm or exceedingly hot, they are known to born male. In rare cases however, the egg holds no temperature at all, and if so - that means the dragon will be born non-binary, and without reproductive organs. And if the egg goes dull while its in brooding, if it loses all colour and goes still; that means the dragonet didn't make it, and died in its shell.
There was one specific egg that the Clan had been watching over. This year would be its second century anniversary. The egg was beautiful, patterned with pastel purples, blues and pinks, like the twilight sky. Soft feathers with a opal type sheen adorned the large shell, and it glittered in any sort of light. The Elder dragons claimed it was Rare dragonet, and female from examining it. The Dam and Sire of the egg had long since died. Both only being common dragons themselves, they didn't expect much from the hatchling. They had left to go fight in the Great War, and neither came home. The Dam had been a Wind Dragon, and the Sire a Ice Dragon. It was uncommon for dragons of different species to interbreed. As there was risks involved - the dragonet could be born with both affinities of the parents, or they could be born deformed or with none. Most of the time they inherited the dominant species.They would soon find out.
As darkness fell, more dragons gathered under the stars. Nervousness and eager chatter soon took over, as the hatching eggs were brought out under the moonlight. The clouds above glared angrily black, but the dragons weren't about to have their precious ceremony taken by rain, so they carried on. Among them were several promising eggs, including a clutch of three eggs that resembled bright lava.
Then there was the great twilight feathered egg, in all its glowing glory, and another one was large, black, and patterned with milk swirls. There was also a smaller egg, a light pearlecent violet, with splashes of blue and dark stripes. The Elders hadn't been able to identify what species it was, but they knew it was male. As the great ceremony began, the dragons began to chant. Low, and deep, but full of sweet sounding notes, unlike their normal screeches and skrills. The sky rumbled and groaned too, and the wind picked up.But soon enough, the dragons were born.The lava eggs were thrown into a flickering fire, and they emerged with a sizzle of smoke. The large swirly black egg called for a breath of white flame, and it was born.
Several others hatched, along with two magnificent, brightly coloured Earth Dragons. A giant Ice Dragon that had tails as sharp as ice, and a lowly born Water Dragon that tried to escape. Then there was the last two, in which the Elder's weren't sure how to birth. The eggs had obviously been from mixed species, but which one should they choose to initiate into the world? They couldn't decide. However the storm in the heavens was threatning to urupt, and drench the mountain top with either rain, sleet or snow.
The sound of the baby dragons already hatched comforted most of the adults, although a few were weary of the looming tempest.And then all of a sudden, the wind started to spin like a vortex. Rain thundered down, circling along with the harsh gale. Everything not secure got swept up into the darkness. Dragons yelped, some seeking cover, others fleeing down the mountain. Some stayed, trying to get the hatchlings to safety. Although the last two eggs had already been taken by the whipping storm.
Cries of hurt dragons sounded out, along with roars and the flapping of strong wings against deadly wind. Lightning pulsed inside the storm clouds, turning them lilac with light, and the silhouettes of two dragonets was seen. One huge, with the biggest wingspan one could ever see on hatchling, the other dragon, a small and lithe beast , already ducking, diving and speeding through the sky with expertise.
The Elder dragons watched on in disbelief, on a scene they had never witnessed before.The birth of a new species - the Storm Dragon.
Years later, Kahlyre and Aerd'ri became mates. The only two (known) Storm dragons alive, they deemed themselves on a quest to travel the world and look for others of their kind, always leaving a storm in their wake.
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Artwork of Kahlýre and Aerd'ri
https://s8.postimg.cc/4b0pqwt5x/Pastell.jpg (Kahlýre)
https://s8.postimg.cc/c77eu5stx/Rare_1.jpg (Aerd'ri)
Credits on the Artwork Edited at August 29, 2018 01:37 AM by Raewyn |
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<div style="text-align: center;">Forest
Name: Forest
Age: (N/A) Nobody knows.
Gender: Unknown. Most call him male though.
Appearance: Probably once a normal black and white tobiano horse, once he caught the zombie virus he turned into a monster. Half the skin on his muzzle is missing, exposing part of his skull. His left eye is gone. He has several arrows inbeded under his skin. He has barbed wire wrapped around his left back leg, and half his belly has rotted away, leaving his ribcage and guts out in the open. His pelt is smearned with blood, and his eye is a yellow-ish red. His neck has been torn apart and he has several bite marks from when he was turned.
Personality: Usually Forest isn't a problem, unless he is hungry. He can get aggressive when provoked. He can often be seen lurking around the survivor compound. Forest doesn't have a owner, they are presumed dead or undead. Most survivors don't mind him, as Forest usually keeps his distance from people. Some even say he is still ridable, although most wont risk getting close to him as he can be timid and skittish when he isn't beimg lazy.
Strengths: Undead, doesn't need food or water. Can survive blunt force trauma and arrows e.c.t, as long as they don't pierce his skull.
Weaknesses: Afraid of gunshots, and being trapped.
Backstory: (N/A) I'm still working on it.
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Artwork of Forest
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Character Name: Odyssey 'Ode' Kordane Age: 16 (Can change) Gender: Male Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual Species: Wraith Appearance: Medium height at 6"2 and thin, with a slightly noticable semi-muscular frame. He has small scars all over his body, but the most noticeable one is a small curved one over his heart. He has blue eyes, so deep that they can be descibed as the colour of Cobalt. As his mood changes, his eyes shift colour - they go a lighter blue when happy, and a dark-blue almost black shade when he is angry or sad. His hair is a very dark brown, hits just above his eyes and is unkept and very messy. Ode is very pale, almost translucent and despises the sun with a passion; preferring to lurk in the dark or shadows. He has a black woven leather bracelet on his left wrist, and he carries a small silver hunting blade with him at all times. He mostly wears a black T-Shirt, black leather jacket and Dark gray cargo pants with lace-up military boots. Personality: He is calm and collected most of the time, normally acting bored or un-interested with anything and everything. Yet, what most people dont understand is he is always watching. He watches from a distance, and listens in on conversations whenever he can. He is patient, and learns your greatest fears and weaknesses without you knowing it, in case he ever needs to use it against you. Ode has a fairly high IQ, and is dedicated to learn whatever he can about the world. He is manipulative and persuasive, if you dare go behind his back or betray him. There is very few people who have managed to stray inside his tough exterior, and those are the people who hold his heart in their hands. He is extremely loyal, and would rather tell the sad truth over the happy lie any day. Not much is known about his family, as he rarely talks about them, and when he does, he remains quite secretive about the details. Although what is known is that, his parents are still alive but are at unknown whereabouts and he has a older and younger sister out there somewhere. Ode seems to hate humans, as he believes they were the ones who tore his family from him. He njoys drawing, and is quite artistic. Ode loves to roam around is his shadow-form whenever he can. Strengths/Pros: Persuasive and Manipulative, he strives for whatever he wants, and normally never fails. His mind is extremely dark, and he is known to be sadistic and cruel with those he hates. He is skilled with throwing knives. Ode is somewhat almost-immune to physical pain, he has learnt to 'forget' about it and 'switch it off', only to allow a bit through. Weaknesses/Cons: Ode, because he is good at contolling his physical pain, is extremely susceptible to Emotional pain. You may not be able to hurt him with weapons, but his memories and family/close friends are all he has. Hurt them, and you hurt him. Because of this he doesn't let many people beyond his hateful exterior. He hates having his own game thrown at him, so another weakness is that he hates being manipulated, lied to or people trying to 'figure him out' (Learn about his past, strengths and weaknesses) He has been known to bottle up his sadness and anger to a point where it explodes, and he ceases all contact with anything until he calms down. He dislikes it when people see him as weak.
And yes, I fully accept the Gary Sue / Emo character culture ;) Edited at August 29, 2018 07:33 PM by Raewyn |
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Character Name: Her birth name is Evelyn. But she dislikes being called by it, and prefers to be called by her well known nickname of Raven.
Middle Name: Noel
Last Name: Aledo
Date of Birth: 23rd of December
Date of Death: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Mostly Human, she has some magic in her blood but she hasn't been able to pin point it.
Family: Her parents both died in a car crash when she was ten, they accidently drove off a bridge. Her only other sibling she knows of is Seth, her older brother by four years. He is the one who rescued her from drowning in the river when their car sunk to the bottom. She now lives with her grandmother in a pretty large cottage in the countryside, outside of London, but she still keeps in contact with her brother.
Powers: Can shift into a raven. Takes a few moments however, and staying as a bird for long periods of time drains her energy.Weaknesses: A little too curious, she likes to rebel just for the sake of it. She hates cars and other modes of transport. She has crippling Claustrophobia, and hates storms and cold weather. She doesn't trust easy, but she is very social.
Personality Traits: Curious, Rebellious, Smartass, Sarcastic, Live in the moment kind of gal, is very untidy, lives on coffee, night owl, loves social events and making new friends; extroverted, but enjoys peace and quiet every now and then.
Pets: Estherin (Es- theer-rin) a black and smokey grey coloured female Bengal Cat.
Hobbies: Raven loves to read, mostly fantasy and sci-fy. She practices archery on occasion.
Eye Colour: Brown/dark amber, with a greenish inner ring.
Skin Colour: Olive, with more of a darkish goldish undertone.
Ethnicity: Mostly Italian ethnicity and part Welsh and Spanish.
Religion: Isn't religious
Hair Type: Very dark brown, almost black. But has lighter sun-dyed streaks on the top few layers. Her hair type is wavy, but she likes to straighten it, as when she leaves it alone it has a mind of its own.
Clothing Choice: Casual but with a trendy twist. Is addicted to scarves and converse. No joke.
Extras: Her life is made up of binge-watching random TV shows on Netflix, and reading.
Favourite Food: She loves all types of pasta, but she also has a sweet tooth for candy and icecream. She hates most meat apart from chicken, bacon, ham and beef.
Favourite Drink: Lemonade, Coffee and tea.
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<div style="text-align: center;">Raziel
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Character name: Raziel (Meaning 'Keeper of Secrets. The Angel of Mysteries')
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Species: Wolfdog x Hellhound
Powers: He can summon ghosts from their graves. Sometimes he goes to pet cemeteries, to raise some lost pets to play with.
Appearance: Small, and lithe Short but tough legs, has great stamima. Smooth fur, and very fluffy. Eyes are a light blue with no pupil, and he is 70% blind in both eyes, meaning he can only see faint outlines and shapes. He can be seen wearing a dark maroon scarf around his neck. He is selectively mute.
Personality: Raziel is very sneaky and likes to hide in the shadows. He prefers to wander around graveyards and other low-populated areas. He dislkes humans, but will put up with them as long as they don't touch him. He was conceived on Halloween; the night when the Gates to the Underworld open, and allow monsters and creatures to roam on the Earth for a single night. He was named Raziel, after a young gravedigger had found him and his little sister alone in a small graveyard. His little sister was a runt however, and didn't make it. He often feels lonely, and summons ghost animals to play with. He knows nothing of his hellhound father, and knows very little of his mother, who had abandoned him shortly after birth.
Edited at September 26, 2018 09:56 PM by Valar Morghulis
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