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OC-tober #4: An OC with blue in their color scheme Ilti

Draw your OCs like this.

OC-Tober 14 of ??: Siralure A memory came to me then then: a particularly warm summer in my youth, before the loss of my eyes. An older girl with hair like ivy and a laugh like bells. She always favored me with a sly tug on the braid whenever we were forced to meet during our parents’ boozy proceedings. I was too young back then to realize what her beauty meant, although the fact that she was beautiful never escaped me. Wherever she went, Goldfox folk were stricken by an awful plague, which my mother playfully named, “Numb Tongue.”

“I suppose you wouldn’t remember me.” Judging by the pout in her voice, she must’ve been trying to play coy.

“How can I forget the beauty that set my entire flotilla on its head?” I asked, bowing to her. “Siralure. I was a child the last time I saw you.” “No need to flatter me. You were a child the last time you saw anything, Prince Ilti.” She tutted her teeth at the quip. “Ilti. I like the new name. The old one was a mouthful.” 

OC-Tober 14 of ??: Salleth

Despite the feeling that the task was futile, I acquiesced, settling back against the wall and eating the chocolate. As my teeth cut into the hard, crumbly chunk, I felt a chill pass over my spine, sending goosepimples across my flesh. The strange, ominous feeling grew until it was all encompassing, the sensation that disaster lurked behind every corner. I turned my head, terrified of what I would see, and found Salleth staring at me from the shadows of the gloomy house. He approached me–no, he just sort of was there, beside me–and all about me the world darkened until only his softly-glowing eyes remained. I sat, stock-still, understanding nothing until the moment when I understood all.  I broke off a piece of the chocolate, and handed it to the wraith in the darkness. A pale hand emerged and took it from my palm, a silent acceptance, and Salleth faded back into the corner, allowing my world light once again. I stared at him, munching his chocolate as though nothing had occurred, before looking around. No one else seemed to have noticed. 

OC-Tober 9 of ??: Bosh

“Prince Ilti, if I may offer some insight,” Galad’s voice peeped up from beside his surly fellow. “Ceringol has a point. It’s not that we don’t want to. But we-- I mean, he-- he doesn’t want to upset--”

"Woah, hold up. I thought this kid was your prince?" Bosh rumbled like a storm from the back of the group. “Ain’t you gotta do what he says?”

Galad and the two companions he'd chosen said nothing. And then--

"Exiled prince," Agriel said. There was no opinion to her voice, just fact. And she was right.

"Well he ain't my prince," said Bosh. "But I follow him anyway. And putting aside the fact that he owes me a shameful amount of money," I smiled awkwardly, "I follow him still. Good kid. Kind of squirrelly sometimes, but good kid all the same." "Cheers Bosh," I said.

OC-tober 8 of ??: Threnn “But I can’t imagine what it feels like,” I stopped. I wanted to say, “to feel like you have nowhere to go,” but I knew that feeling far too well, “to be so torn between the two sides of yourself.” “I’m not torn,” he said, completely unapologetic. I couldn’t be offended. It was Threnn’s way, and I liked Threnn. “If I could pick one, I know which one it’d be. Looks like this is it.” A bell clanged near my head. “Who’s there?” a wizened voice called from somewhere high up. “A song of peace and light,” I called back, which was enough for whoever this was to give a sharp cry of realization and run off. There was the clang of an iron gate opening, and our little party slipped into the courtyard of my cousin’s home. It was tiny, as most things in Chundeetha are, but it still seemed to cut out the rest of the noise of the Forthright.  “That some kind of code?” Threnn asked. “Something like that.” He didn’t ask further. He rarely did, which was one reason I was so fond of him

OC-tober 3 of ??: Maria Murphy “It’s Maria.” Naturally. It was always Maria. 

“Whatever it is, she didn’t do it,” I responded. You didn’t just leave a man down. But the uncomfortable look they shared told me I had misspoken. A surprise, not that either were given to enjoying my humor. “She’s missing,” my father said patiently. “It’s been three days,” Murphy said, worry in his voice. “It’s not the first time she’s dashed off without warning,” I said, tripping over my normal self-assurance for the first time that morning. "Last spring she got stranded on the capital for a week before she swallowed her pride to ask for fuel, remember?" I swallowed and looked down at my bacon. "I mean, before we swallowed our pride? And who could forget when she ran off to crash the Duke of Laern's ball?" My father raised a dark eyebrow and nearly smiled. Nearly. "I mean...when we crashed the Duke of Laern's ball?"