#oc.amara

OK SOOOOO (this is sad and cliche btw)

her name is Amara and the big thing with her is she can’t know someone/have connections with them for longer than 64 days or they will die. it took a long time for her to figure out the specific amount of days, a lot went into it, recklessness, fear, love, she’s had to question if she’s been imagining that everyone around her dying is just her own mind. if she’s insane or dreaming. AKA lots of angst.

she works as a private eye/investigator that goes by word of mouth, taking cases that the local police won’t take. IE missing persons, domestic violence etc etc

it’s strange. awfully strange to wake up on a fold out couch, and hear the sound of soft voices drifting in from another room, muffled and low. for a moment, she thinks she’s back in one of her homes- foster homes- not a specific one, but the aching in her back and the hushed voices bring back a sort of bitter nostalgia. instead of dwelling on it, she sits herself up, looking about the room and trying to get her bearings.

blue walls, scruffy green carpets, colors everywhere, clashing against each other. like a child had designed it, and remembering Jude’s small sister, and noting the many finger paintings taped to the walls, it isn’t unlikely that she had. the place looks like a home, lived in, a strange concept. all the blankets are a little worn, the chairs and couch have indents and stains on them. and... there’s laughter from the other room, a shushing followed by a giggle. she smiles to herself, not wanting to make her presence known just yet. what would it be like to have to something like this? to have someone to depend on you all the time, to love and cherish in hold?

she fantasizes a little too much for her own good.

finally, she stands, the carpet rough against her bare feet. she pads towards the next room, finding herself intruding on the sort of domestic scene she used to long for when she was ten years old and didn’t know any better. Jude stands in front of a stove, Talia sits on top of the counter, her legs dangling over the edge, swinging back and forth. Jude keeps reaching to try and wipe something off of her cheek but she pulls back, laughing. he’s laughing too. and she just stands there, in awe of the comfort and the love in the air.

she has to force herself to break through the scene with her voice. “uh. hi, could you point me towards the bathroom?”

Jude looks over his shoulder, and smiles. “’morning! just down the hall, first door on the right. there are towels and soaps and things already in there, if you need it.”

she nods, backing away quickly. the air hadn’t felt awkward, he hadn’t even hesitated to point her around his home and his smile hadn’t faltered once, but she felt as if it should’ve. she only stops once to grab clothes out of her suitcase, not really paying attention to what she grabs or to what sort of weather she should be dressing for. the bathroom is small, quaint, with baby pink tiles on the floors and similarly colored walls. the shower curtain is covered in cartoonish pictures of forest animals, the types you’d see in a child’s hardcover picture book; snails, rabbits, turtles. she just stands there for a moment, staring at the wall opposite the door to ground herself. what the hell is she doing? what is she doing here?

logic says she needed a place to stay, that she can’t sleep on the streets for so many reasons despite having done it before. logic says it was a good opportunity, that he’s a good guy and there’s nothing wrong with taking up a little space every once in awhile. and that’s the problem, he’s a good guy, a really good guy. this is reckless and she knows it, but logic says it’s alright. it’s just for awhile. it’s the most convenient option, why would she stay in a crappy motel a town over and take a bus back to this same apartment every day when she could just sleep... on his couch.

“jesus.” is what falls off of her lips in response to this very long, very overwhelming train of thought. she turns on the shower as hot as it can get and throws a towel over the mirror before she can catch a glimpse of herself, she doesn’t think she’d be able to handle that right now. it’s not as if she doesn’t see herself anymore, in the windows of shops and buses, or in the reflection of her phone screen back at her. but there’s something so intimate about bathroom mirrors, how she could look into her own eyes forever and she’d never reach the end. they always told her that her eyes were haunting. deep and dark and never ending in a way that isn’t beautiful, it’s terrible.

steam builds up in the room before too long and she tries to quell the thoughts in her mind with scalding hot water and a lavender scented shampoo. it was offered, she might as well take advantage of a chance to wash her hair. her shower is quick and cleansing, washing away much of the tension and worry that sits on her chest. she dresses before any more of those thoughts can cross her mind, trying not to think about anything too hard.

when she enters the kitchen again, running her fingers through her damp hair, occupying her thoughts with trivial things. there is a painting of a sparrow on the wall, she passed two doors on her way back through the hallway. the doors are painted a beige cream color. it’s so easy to get lost in the details of this place.

“hey.” she announces her presence softly, and catches the eye of Talia, who waves at Amara, which makes Amara smile in the way only five year old girls can make you smile. “i was just going to walk down to that coffee shop, to get something to eat. just wanted to let you know.”

“oh, we made you some breakfast. right, Tali?” Talia nods.

“oh.” that she hadn’t been expecting, especially when Jude pushes an already made plate of eggs on toast, and an orange, pre-sliced.

“if you don’t want it, that’s totally alright.” Jude says casually, and he sounds genuine, as he lifts Talia off the counter and sets her on the ground.

“no, no, I just haven’t- nobody really makes me food.” she replies.

“oh.” he frowns. “well, they should.”

she doesn’t really hear him point her towards the table just outside the living room where she had been sleeping, but she manages to find her way there and sit down anyways.

after a minute of quiet, Jude comes towards her, tapping the table once in front of her to get her attention. “i’ll be right back, one of my friends is watching Talia for the day. i’m seeing her off downstairs.

“okay.”

and he’s gone.

also for @oc-october​ Aesthetic day, i meant to do this on the first day but ran out of time. this is Amara!!

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Full Name: Amara W. (last name not decided but starts with a W for sure)

What’s the meaning of their name? it means eternal, the IRONY

Why did you name them this? because of the IRONY

Nickname: she doesn’t really have one?

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 19

Sexuality: she doesn’t really know and neither do i, but girls are pretty

Birthday: october 29

Occupation: private eye/detective, it’s sexy

What time period do they live in? modern times, like Now Time

Appearance: dark dark shoulder length hair, brown eyes

Race/Ethnicity: she is Israeli!

Height: prob around 5′3″

Build: idk i haven’t thought too much abt that

Hair Color & Style: very dark shoulder length hair, she just leaves it loose or in a lil ponytail

Eye Color: brown

Do they wear glasses/contacts? nope!

Skin Color: she has tan olive skin, with lil freckles, very cute

What’s their most striking feature? probably her eyes, they’re just so dark and she has a glare that could cut down a grown man

What do people notice immediately upon looking at them? probably her style?

Clothing Style: she likes pastel things, long skirts, flowy things, colors make her feel safe

Free space for more detailed description:

Personality: a little more reserved and serious, but has this really soft center that comes out as soon as she’s comfy with somebody

Extrovert or Introvert? INTROVERT!!!

Optimist or Pessimist? pessimist

Zodiac Sign: scorpio, idk what that means tho

MBTI Type: ISFJ

Strengths: she’s very strong willed and loyal, and protective to a fault

Weaknesses: she’s incredibly protective, and kinda flighty, but for good reason

Fears: uh haha ,, herself

What’s a song that describes them? In a Week by Hozier (just the Vibes)

What words would they use to describe themselves? i honestly don’t know, check back with me later

What words would their friends/loved ones use to describe them? what friends and loved ones? anyways, the ones she does have would probably call her kinder than she thinks she is, a little course, but still loving. those weren’t one words were they

D&D Alignment: oh chaotic neutral for sure

Family: lol nope

Mother: unnamed and deceased

Father: unnamed and deceased

Guardian: none

Siblings: none

Children (if any): none

Do they have a good relationship with their family? well they’re dead so

Favorites

Color: something pastel, like a blue or a pink

Song/Artist: i don’t wanna say The Oh Hellos but she WOULD

Snack: idk something SUPER normal, like pretzels

Candy: something rlly sweet, like a gummy

Drink: iced coffee, she lives off that shit

Mode of transportation: trains, she loves those

Time of day: nighttime

Holiday: halloween

Book: anything Jane Austen

School Subject (if they’re still in grade school): it probably was English when she was in school

Miscellaneous Character Questions

Are they single?

If so: why?

that’s complicated

If not: who are they involved with? Are they happy with their partner(s)?

What are their religious beliefs? she doesn’t believe a God, but she believes in... Something, she really doesn’t know what. she has some spirituality tho

Can they sing? she hasn’t really tried, but maybe along to her favorite songs

Can they play an instrument? nah

Do they speak with an accent? an american one, not a specific one

Can they speak any other languages? not really

What are their hobbies? reading, hiking, reading WHILE hiking

Do they have any dreams/goals? that is a difficult question

Would they consider themselves to be “the main character?” in the simplest way of answering the question, yes, she knows a lot revolves around her for some reason

this is my first contribution to the project @oc-october!!! this moodboard is for my oc, Amara!!

@oc-october Day Five: Aesthetics

oooh yes!!!!! ill give you a couple for a couple different people!!

- Lisbeth’s favorite color is yellow!!

- Piper is fluent in both english and spanish, and can speak a little standard japanese. her grandparents (who she lives with) and her mother are puerto rican and her father was japanese and she learned a lot from both her parents

- Amara reads Jane Austen a lot, mostly because it makes her feel like she’s somewhere else. she’ll also be found reading a lot of fantasy books too