This is a forum of all my OCs of all kinds, stretching to both animal and human. All are available to be roleplayed with in either group RPs, 1x1 forums or PMs, all you have to do is ask :DD

Also; /sly cough/ none of these bois have any art done of them; if you're interested, I'm 145% interested in having art done-- PM me and we can work out a price c;

Name: Known as Gearshift, true name unknown

Salduntrin Name: Killshot

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Demiromantic (leans more towards males)

Appearance: Gearshift is 5'3", weighs somewhere around 115 pounds, and is somewhat skinny but makes up lack of size for muscle power. She has hidden muscle in her proportionate, somewhat skinny frame. She was gifted generously with curves to her body but tends to hide it underneath male-style clothing; a loose black tunic with black pants and a black belt with a golden belt buckle with a holster for her handcannon with black leather boots that nearly reach her knees in a classic "pirate style" if you will with gold buckles; unless shes working, in which case she'll wear what's considered "revealing" clothing, consisting of short shorts and a short sleeve crop top to display her toned arms and legs. Her muscle power is something to be rivaled however, and she can lift weights heavier than most males can. This includes a large majority of the Salduntrins as well.

One of Gearshift's more notorious features is her tongue piercing. It's made of gold, Fabricated by her own hand, and is the shape of a small gear to hold true to her name. Along with that she has golden gears, similar to the one on her tongue, as a line of forward helixes on her left ear. They're small yet noticeable and these can almost always be used to identify Gearshift if you don't know her by appearance.

Her hair is a deep onyx color that is cut into a curly faux hawk, her curls somewhat loose to add to the volume of her thick hair. It sweeps naturally to the left side of her face, causing her to need to brush it out of her eye occasionally.

Gearshift's eyes are unlike any kind of being, Elf or not. Her eyes are perfect mirrors of the night sky, as black as the void yet holding thousands of stars. Each constellation in the starry abyss above is clear in her eyes and they always shift to mirror what will be in the sky that night. This incredible beauty is something to behold, since it is unique only to her.

Personality: Gearshift is an absolute greasehand, something rarely ever found in females, especially elven females of all beings. She likes getting her hands dirty and working on anything that has tech; guns, machines, swords, daggers, any kind of weapon; you name it, she loves it. This strange yet masterful talent of hers gifted her the nickname of Gearshift, one of two aliases she's known by.

She's a tomboy, obviously, and doesn't enjoy anything that's viewed as feminine. This has earned lots of complaint from what little female friends she has whenever they decide to do some thing and it just so happens to be something Gearshift doesn't like.

The Kravien female can be rather flirtatious and suggestive when met with someone she likes or sees as attractive. There's always a smirk on her face and in a given situation it can be read as suggestive, mischievous, flirtatious or one of amusement. No one has ever seen her smile or heard her laugh, but there's a guarantee she will always be smirking, grinning or chuckling.

Something Gearshift enjoys is music. Any and all instruments, specifically the cello, are her favorites and she plays them better than any musician ever heard but has never played in front of other people before. She loses her mind whenever she hears someone playing, filled with such joy it's childlike but she doesn't particularly care.

Rank (Class): Salduntrins [Elite super soldier], Metbedes [Weaponsmith]

Crush/Significant Other: None [Open]

Magic: Gearshift can Fabricate any kind of material, molding them into weapons. She's trained her entire life to be a warrior and in her professional career has never missed a target, earning her the name Killshot amongst the Salduntrin.

Her favorite weapon is her infamous black handcannon, and whenever the barrel is pointed at you, say your prayers and hope she doesn't pull the trigger. It's an obsidian black handcannon with cruel red engravings etched into it, a unknown language by the common Elves, both Kravien and Diaedim, but only a language known by the Salduntrin soldiers that raised and trained her. The markings are outlined in the thinnest sliver of gold, highlighting the cruel designs.

Strengths: Gearshift was trained by strongest Salduntrin there were in history after being abandoned by her parents in their own fear of the Fabricator power she had. She learned to hone her power into something dangerous and never misses a target.

If there's a problem with a sword, gun, machine, anything; Gearshift will always be able to see it and fix it, even if she has never seen the machine in the past. She can take anything apart and put it back together to make it function better than brand new.

People have tried time and time again to pickpocket Gearshift because since she's a Fabricator, surely she would always have some sort of precious metal on her, right? Nobody has ever been successful because she has some sort of sensory heightened feeling of when someone is close, and those who accept to pickpocket her are met with nothing but empty hands and her handcannon pointed at their face with her smirking at her attempted thief, asking th asking them very rudely what they were trying to do. This heightened sense keeps people from catching her off guard and surprising her. It also lets her know whenever someone is looking at her and if she's been around that person long enough, she can tell. Everyone's gaze feels different and it's an identifying factor.

Weaknesses: Her Fabricating skills take some time to work, since she literally bends and creates material from nothing if she wants to make it look good or function effectively. In any given battle she needs some time to create a weapon, but once she's done she will be practically unstoppable.She cannot fight and Fabricate at the same time however, needing to put all her focus and energy into a weapon.

IF, somehow, Killshot was to be unlocked she can't do anything to stop it once the command is complete, and only the words that will unlock Gearshift once again can work to bring her back to her normal self.

Other: Gearshift was raised by the Salduntrin and Killshot was born from what she was taught by them. Only these super soldiers know how to unlock Killshot, since she's another version of Gearshift in a sort of mind control. Many have tried manipulating her mind to unlock her other side and have failed. Rumor has it that once Killshot takes over, Gearshift is transformed into a merciless being without emotion and will obey the orders of the Salduntrin, which is why the words that unlock her are known by so few elves. It's best to keep a beast locked in its chains.

Only the Salduntrin know of her inner demon named Killshot, even those that aren't apart of the elite force, the name striking fear in even the High Elf armies. Killshot is an unstoppable weapon who could rip a country apart in a matter of days, and you would never see it coming.

Addressing her as Killshot in public is not something she takes to lightly and if you're not a Elven soldier you'll be staring down the chamber of her black handcannon before you can blink. Consider yourself the luckiest Elf on the planet if she doesn't decide to blow your head off your shoulders without any remorse whatsoever. She wouldn't even listen to what you have to say, even if she views you as someone close to her.

Gearshift's crest is a Celtic crow embroidered into all of her weapons and clothing, the wings outstretched and beak open. Within the wings are gear designs and within its claws it holds her obsidian handcannon. This crest is also a tattoo on the left side of her neck.

Name: Basilisk [Lisk]

Age: 4

Gender: Female

Rank: Lead Warrior, Executioner, Beta, Rouge [Dependent on RP]

Appearance:

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Lisk is a shadow; meant to blend into the Darkness she was molded by and raised in. Her pelt is so black it holds nearly a blue tint in some places, splashes of a darker shade of black covering her pelt to allow a beautiful camouflage in the dark. Her eyes are the ice that is as cold as her death-coated breath, more white than they are blue. She has a tendency to slightly tilt her head as if she's confused, only adding to her terrifying aura.

Basilisk is a medium-large wolf; large for a female with thick muscles that amass most of her size. She wouldn't have the rank of lead warrior if she didn't have the strength to kill other wolves. She trains on the forgotten outskirts of territory in the dead of night to maintain her strength and muscle mass.

Lisk's body is riddled with scars, more so on her muzzle and flanks; the easiest ways to kill a wolf were to disable their ability to eat or simply rip into their sides; all wolves from the Caves have these same characteristics. Basilisk is one of the very few survivors who took their life into their own paws and ran like hell when given the chance to do so.

Personality: As what is expected of a [rank], Basilisk is cold-blooded and seemingly emotionless. She doesn't feel mercy, pity or remorse for those who she has to fight or for the opposing pack. She enters a headspace where she puts herself back in the Caves and it creates a barely restrained fighter with snapping teeth and jaws.

[This paragraph applies only to executioner rank]: When it comes to ending the life of a wolf, there's no convoluted or complicated emotions when it comes to Basilisk. You were chosen to be executed and now you must die. Whether or not she "likes" you is of no importance to her. She tolerates the presence of other wolves, she doesn't "like" them.

With such a terrifyingly soft and sinister voice [for the most part, more on that below], Lisk doesn't talk much unless it's absolutely necessary of her. Her presence is virtually invisible unless she makes herself known; it's a controllable aura of terror that she can spill out with a few simple words and certain mannerisms. Lisk doesn't speak of her past, a silent wrath filling the atmosphere if she even catches a whisper from others speaking about the Caves or spinning stories from what very little lies and tidbits they heard about them. While she takes pride in her survival and puphood in Hell, she never speaks of it. Then again, she never really speaks anyway.

Backstory: To say she was molded by the darkness she was born in is no exaggeration. Basilisk was kept in a cave with no sunlight, accustomed to the dark with a sensitivity to sunlight. A river that ran through the cave from the entrance was her only source of water and animals that happened to wander in along with prey brought in from the select few who were permitted access to the outside world were the only food sources available to her.

Her former "pack", if you could call it that, would even allow wolves to starve and drive them to a point where they became desperate enough to fight for their lives just so the victor could have a meal. It was a very gory puphood, full of the violent desire to survive. She slaughtered wolves for not only a meal but for attempting to assert their dominance or stealing from the prey she was eating already. Lisk was forced to mature too soon, too fast and too violently.

Speaking within the caves was an unspoken forbidden rule; there was no need to communicate because it was assumed that every wolf was your enemy and wanted to kill you; there was no such thing as alliances or friendships or begging for mercy. If you couldn't fight for your life, you died without anyone mourning you. You were another carcass in the corner or a next meal.

Years within the lightless Caves finally earned her a seat on the chosen few allowed into the outside world with sunlight, grass, trees and the overpowering scents that flooded her nose and literally overloaded Basilisk so much so she had to dunk her head into an icy river to recalibrate herself. Though her duty was only to go out for prey, she dove into the river to rid herself of her scent and paddled across, running as far as she could from the horrific Caves.

Days or weeks of travel had passed before Lisk allowed herself to settle down and search around. Upon this search is when she encountered the [Pack name]. She was hesitant and snapped her jaws often at other wolves, her scars displaying an untold story of a violent past. She bounced around and squabbled [undefeated] occasionally before settling into her rank as [rank]. Her primal instinct to kill for survival never left and it earned her the perfect seat of a high rank immediately [She may enter the RP as a rouge]

Romantic Interest: Open [Good luck]

Mate: None [Deceased]

Offspring: Corvidae "Corven" [Status: Abandoned or united [RP-dependent]

Other: Basilisk's voice is an incredibly distinct sound that's unique to her. It's a soft, sinister whisper that pierces through even the toughest of wolves. No matter the temperature or weather, her breath is always colder than the ice that freezes the rivers, almost as if she was gifted from the ruler of the Underworld himself. It's terrifying in the way that it isn't as if it's meant to actually scare you, but the fact that it sounds like a corpse has risen to speak to you in the darkness just before you join the body on the floor.

Now aside from this, there is the polar opposite of this haunting voice, "Executioner mode" if you will [Only called such when she is the rank of executioner], where Basilisk learned to speak using a different voice while speaking to packmates. It's still quiet, she can never seem to talk loud, but with a shy tone to it, a believable nervousness coating her soft voice. It allows for her to sneak inside groups of wolves while being hardly noticed to find traitors or pick up on the gossip and rumors. The only thing she can do with excessive volume is snarl and growl; how fitting.

The Caves are a horrible montrosity and known as a place of nightmare incarnates, bloodthirsty murderers with no mercy who kill for the hell of it. Mention of them bring terror and they're used as horror stories to frighten wolves while those who lived that Hell know better. Wolves from the Caves don't announce it, they bear the burden of their past in the untold origin stories of their scars.

Name: Corvidae "Corven"

Gender: Female

Age: 9 months [RP dependent]

Rank: Rouge pup [Future warrior/beta-- RP dependent]

Personality: Corven is a wild spirit and doesn't seem like she's the kind of wolf who'd be interested in being in a pack at all. She's a fierce fighter with a somewhat short temper, and always seems to have her teeth bared in a snarl. She never backs down from a challenge and will fight for her life if necessary. She can however play at least a little friendly with those who don't oppose her presence. She's not the easiest wolf in the world to enjoy being around. She despises playing with other pups and is a wolf of few words, even if she's growling 90% of the time.

Appearance: Corven has a night-black pelt which allows her to remain hidden in plain sight in the dark hours of night. Her teeth are rather sharp from the constant sharpening she gives them whenever she chews on the broken ends of bones from prey to maintain a somewhat fearsome appearance. She's large and heavily muscled for her age, though she's still a pup. Corven's ears are comically large in comparison to her head, hinting at an image of innocence she no longer has in her possession.

Her eyes a cloud gray with a hint of dark blue, giving off the effect of a storm brewing on the horizon. Due to this, Corven's true thoughts can always be concealed since her eyes seem to gleam on their own. She has claw marks that rake down the length of her tail along with minor scratches across her sides. On the back of her neck there is a vicious tearing that is somewhat concealed by her pelt from being bit savagely and thrown when she was younger.

Mate: ---

Pups: ---

Weaknesses: Corven tends to get riled up easily, making her rather annoying to deal with whenever she's upset. She doesn't know the rules of Pack life and has to learn and adjust.

Strengths: Her fierce temper along with her sharp teeth prove that she could potentially be an incredibly skilled fighter. A former rouge pup that was caught hunting on the [the Pack's] territory, at such a young age had already been proved ready to fight against her attackers despite being a pup.

Dam: Basilisk [RP Dependent if they're together or not]

Sire: Deceased [None, Unknown]