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Hey, I'm Orbit! I go by he/they pronouns, and my main blog is @cemetery-orbit!!

Thank you so much for interating, it means a lot that you're interested in my OCs!!

When sending asks, you can address the group as a whole, or request to talk to specific Crusaders! Whatever floats your boat.

Posts made by specific Crusaders will include a sign off, so there's no confusion about who you're intersting with.

I also run a Danger Days roleplaying Discord server, where you can roleplay your OC with other people! I roleplay as Energy Variant. It's not limited to just Killjoys, either. If you have an Exterminator OC or Draculoid OC or anything else Danger Days related who you'd want to roleplay as, feel free to join!

Joy Glass always struggled with Better Living Industries medication. It wasn't the defiance the other Crusaders felt, though, it was the fact that she thrived on it. She was obsessed with the numbness, the way it made all else vanish away. She hated feeling aware, hated understanding what was happening around her further than surface level.

She'd often save the medicine she was given underneath her bed, not to avoid taking it, but as a way to give herself the ultimate high. Joy Glass would force herself to wait until the withdrawal got to painful and then she'd take all of them at once along with whatever other pills and alcohol she could get her hands on. She'd go comatose after that, nothing more than a shell. She liked the nothingness. She liked feeling like she wasn't alive.

The Storm Crusaders found her passed out in an alleyway during a careful trip to the City for supplies, high out of her mind after a harsh moment of desperation led to her taking any pills she had on her in the moment. Machinery Moth had convinced them to take her with them, and they abandoned their previous task in order to bring her safely to the Zones.

The Crusaders helped Joy through her addiction, but it wasn't easy. The feelings, all strong and aggressive and foreign confused her and made it impossible for her to function. She'd go through awful moods swings, leading to her even having to be tied up like a prisoner during the first few nights because she kept trying to hurt the Crusaders out of desperation without even realizing what she was doing.

Cemetery Orbit always hated the way the medication made her feel. She always took her doses, never skipped a day of meds, but her hate for the numbness always penetrated the cloud of emptiness that tried to haze over her mind. She felt too powerfully, which she had to learn to hide. She knew if BL/ind figured out the meds weren't working properly on her, she'd be conditioned until they did.

Yet, she had never thought about running away until she watched the Extermination of a Zonerunner. They'd been right next to her. They'd clung to her arm after the resounding shot had been fired, begging for mercy, begging for the pain to go away. For the Phoenix Witch to save their soul.

And she had to act like nothing was happening.

She had to watch silently as the Dracs loaded the 'runner's body up into the white bag stamped with their logo as the other citizens passed by like this was a regular day.

That was when she knew she couldn't take it anymore.

The guilt she felt afterwards cu through the final remaining haze of the drugs, and she made up her mind. Orbit had to leave. She broke the curfew, shrouded in the comforting darkness, dashing from shadow to shadow until she had finally made her escape.

Energy Variant grew up on the streets. He had no memory of ever taking BL/ind's medication, as his parents abandoned him when he was a toddler. Forced to live on his own, his first instinct was the beg people for food an shelter. But of course, no one offered him anything, as the BLI medication made it impossible for them to feel pity.

Eventually, he met another man who also lacked a home. He was old and ragged, but somehow full of life at the same time. He took Variant in and trained him, taught him to steal and fight and survive. When he told the man he didn't feel much like a girl, he encouraged her to explore his identity and was proud of Variant when he came out as trans and began using he/him pronouns.

The man told Variant something he would never forget; "It doesn't seem like it, but we're the lucky ones. Look around. All these people will never feel, never experience adrenaline humming through their veins or their heart leaping with joy. Just because they have homes and food and fancy medication doesn't make them lucky. Having feeling and free will like us does."

Unfortunately, living on the streets of Better Living Industries is no easy feat. The man vanished on a routine supply run a few days later and never came back. Even without his mentor there, though, Variant never let the man's words slip from his mind. He was the lucky one. Even if he didn't feel like it.

Radiation Radical was born in the Zones to two parents who did their best to protect him from the dangers of the City. Unlike the other Storm Crusaders, he never had to escape Batter City, he barely even knew of it's existence for a long time.

He discovered the corporation when he was eleven, and his parents were killed in a spontaneous clap with a team of Dracs. They told him to hide and they tried to fight, but their lack of practice made them susceptible to the Draculoids' attacks.

From there on out, Radiation (or Rady, as the Crusaders called him) vowed to never let himself be shielded like that again. He traded most of his food supply for a ray gun, which he taught himself to shoot. He lived alone in the Zones until the age of twenty when he met Machinery Moth and Energy Variant, freshly escaped from the City, struggling to survive in the harsh new environment.

Rady remembered what it was like to feel shielded and vulnerable, so he taught them everything he knew about the Zones. He taught them to shoot, how to trade for food, and how to deal with the guilt of ending the lives of Dracs, when it was necessary.