I think one of my favourite things about the Neath as a setting is the number of ways there are to be totally obliterated. Not killed, killed is different than Obliterated. Obliterated is a loss or transformation of self so utter and complete that it leaves you unrecognizable. There's something about that, the destruction of it, the way there's still something left after but it isn't necessarily You anymore. The way the line between obliteration and just change is permeable enough to be non-existent. Do you still feel like yourself? Does an answer of yes make your youness somehow more able to be verified? Does your new form love you, even if you aren't there anymore to love it back?
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Every single one of my OCs is haunted. Hallowrove is haunted by the conventions of Victorian society in general, and by the ways her parents reacted to it specifically. The Frostbitten Tomb-Colonist is haunted by herself. Null ate the ghost I gave it to be haunted by so now it is haunted by Me. I am hovering behind it like a frightening ghoul at all times. This is necessary for the safety of London.
It has just occurred to me that there is not a single one of my OCs who can tell you about their pre-canon life without lying out the ass about it. In no particular order:
FTC -> Thinks it's hilarious to pull your leg about it to see how many lies she can get you to believe, and how many truths she can get you to disbelieve. Will tell you a dozen wild stories, only half of them are true, and it's not the half you think. Absolute dice roll on whether the details she's getting wrong are purposeful mistruths, or if she's just getting them mixed up with something else or remembering wrong. This is a creative writing exercise and stand up comedy to her. You are the prop and she is the one person audience. Good Luck.
Null -> Nothing real to tell. This guy did not exist until three years ago. Will give you a pretty-voiced rendition of either an inspiring climb from childhood destitution, or a generational mantle of scorned nobility taken up with grace and responsibility, depending on which you look like you'd rather hear. Or would you prefer something else? Maybe you'll find you remembered the details wrong, after a little more talking to them, a little more time to scope you out. Absolutely hopeless situation. The truth at the bottom of it will just be whatever sounds good enough to get you to stop asking. I'd say good luck, but you're already talking to Null, so I don't think you have that.
Hallowrove -> Will give you the most truthful answer out of the bunch, but you'll find them to be very, very vague. Their Surface life was a boring thing. It just didn't suit them much, that's all. It's much nicer down here. They've a lot more to keep them busy these days. Say, would you like to hear about this place they found last week? It looked like just a normal alleyway, but when they got down it it turned out to be - aaand yep, you've already forgotten you were asking. If you're a friend of theirs, this will repeat for years. Every time you ask. Unless you are one of exactly two people, there is no way to ask about this that they can't casually deflect.
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The Alabaster Socialite (Court novelist,"lady", just your type, a VERY bad idea)
The Frostbitten Tomb-Colonist (Linguist, loosely female, biting wit, very old)
Voting ended onOct 14, 2025
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Hallowrove
A warm and eccentric monster hunter with a short mop of dark curls, a vibrant personality, and a ready laugh. He will tell you many stories about monster hunting and other shenanigans, and you might end up as collaborator in a one-off detective case or two if the mood strikes him. Hallowrove is not aromantic but she believes their beliefs (read: Situationship is where it'll stay, a bit of making out and some flirty banter just for fun is the most you're in for if you get that far). She can grow fond of anyone who's interesting enough, but she's partial to bossy women in nice clothes, zailors with tattoos, and anyone who's doing something fun with their gender presentation.
Not a Revolutionary, but pretty anti-Masters and very pro-union. Very curious and somewhat impulsive. Often found chasing monsters, being up high with a climbing harness where no self-preserving person really should be, messing around with poisons, and sometimes all three at once. If you're the type of person who also likes that - and/or the type to enjoy a bet or dare - you will find Hallowrove both raring for friendly competition and a very good sport about it. Loves new and exciting things, and will get bored of the situationship easily unless you get rather on his good side. Will make you the best d__n soup or stew you've ever tasted, so long as you bring over some baking for dessert.
Secret unlockable Hallowrove bonus situationship: if you antagonize him in a way that's overcomplicated and interesting enough, you can probably enter into a months long convoluted game of cat-and-mouse with him
The Alabaster Socialite (Null)
This choice will damage you badly, possibly in a way you cannot return from. Are you really sure you want this?
(SMEN-typical implications ahead, proceed with caution)
A most charming lady of the court, known for staying at the bleeding edge of fashion, if not quite as much an innovator with her poetry and novels. You will find her the ideal conversation partner. With her wide pale eyes and soft delicate voice, she will match your every anecdote, listening ardently and standing as close as is proper to nod and lay a hand across your arm when she laughs. You laugh at all the same things, it seems! In spite of her favoured station and the lace on her gloves, you will find she is secretly rather a grounded sort, in a way that only makes her noble carriage more sincere. She is not bad looking, too: plump and nested in frills, and with skin so intriguingly pale and smooth. Perhaps, after a few long afternoons of sidelong glances at court, you should like to meet her in a more discreet location. She seems very willing to oblige.
In order to endure what happens next, you will want to be able to fight. You will want to be able to run. You will want to be able to scream very loud before it is upon you, or you will want to be too valuable to kill. The Alabaster Socialite has an appetite, one that will leave your blood on her skirts and your jewels cinched drippingly around her neck. If you have chosen this path, you had better be the lucky type, or else be next seen gracing the pages of her tragedies.
(A Null situationship is surviveable by being too important to go missing, not worth robbing blind, too useful as a high society connection to kill, or too capable to catch unawares. If being brutally eaten alive by a lady in impeccable white lace is a danger you find more enticing than repellant, all the power to you. May the Boatman be merciful to those true of heart and freaky of spirit.)
The Frostbitten Tomb-Colonist
Do you enjoy jokes that somehow feel at your expense, but you can't quite figure out how? Do you enjoy receiving half of them in dead languages that you have little to no hope of understanding? If you do, boy, do I have the Tomb-Colonist for you! Wrapped head to toe in bandages that look like little but bone could be left underneath, wielding her wit and a Correspondence cane that stands upright on its own, and in possession of the coldest hands you've ever shaken, FTC is a good time for those who like their situationships esoteric and bizarre. She won't talk about the Discordance. If you'd like to join her in that, she'll be very much amused. If you can match her wit and knowledge in it, you might even catch her impressed! She is over 2000 years old, though, so she's had a tiny bit of a head start.
Enjoys talking about linguistics, both icy and otherwise. Is fascinated by anyone who manages to be odd, pathetic, or disasterous in a way she somehow hasn't ever seen before. A typical temperament of impassive to mildly annoyed, unless something piques her inscrutable sense of humour. Exceedingly hard to surprise, but will very much enjoy it if you can. Tends toward the ironic. Completely amoral. If pressed, will tell you stories that can't possibly be true.
null tenna got nothing against me im patient enough to play the long game and wait til he grovels, him beating me means im winning and i like it too freak x freakier freak
You would have to get him into a position where it was clear he was about to lose. Permanently. If it's a darkner victim he's been hopelessly infatuated with, they're about to make it out of his 'employ', or if it's a lightner they're getting ready to hop through the fountain. You get me? He has to self destruct in his rush to keep you. He has to crumple to the ground like his knees have been slashed and he has to claw at the dirt and scream until his speakers bust begging you not to go. Because it has to be clear to him none of it was worth a damn. No amount of posturing like he didn't care makes this any easier. It still hurts. He is not going to be in control anymore and he is going to be alone.
Defernull Tenna is so fucking hot he'd slap me if I ever got out of line and fuck me afterward but who said that ain't hot either
So this Null guy seems like a real asshole!
TW: intimate partner violence, noncon. he's not nice about it seriously be careful
So Mr. Defernull is for sure a hitterrrrr. I would assume he's a bit of an inverse Tenna in that he starts with force -> threats -> guilt tripping and groveling as a LAST resort. When usually it's the other way around, yeah. Regular Tenna wants to exhaust all other options before he resorts to violence. But Mr. Null is so prideful and, afraid of being vulnerable he doesn't want to seem weak or show how much he really needs his partner. And he does need them a lot just to be clear. This guy is also an obsessive lovesick loser. He's just going about it a different way.
I would imagine he's gotten enough practice with his strength that he doesn't accidentally kill people when he bashes his metal limbs into delicate flesh but like that shit is still going to hurt. It's Going To Hurt And You're Going To Thank Him For It, because you asked for this when you tried to leave the penthouse without him. Didn't you? You know it's not safe outside. If you wanted to get jumped by thugs, he can be the one to jump you. Tear off your jeans with his claws, bend you over one of the dumpsters in the alley you were scurrying through like a dirty mouse.
He keeps your bruised cheek pressed to the trash because he says that's all you are, and he doesn't want you to see his face because you'd see just how pathetic he really is for you. How his hands shake because you nearly got away. Maybe he should hit you again just to steady them. He will if you get too loud while he screws you.
If you say you hate it, he'll make you say it again. Not too loud, because he doesn't want to be caught with you, be caught coming undone for you. You don't matter. That's what he repeats to you, while you repeat how much you hate this over and over again. You hate him. So he has to hate you too.
That doesn't mean you get to leave. Not now. not ever.
