Welp, finally happened. I made a Cuphead OC.
Full bio is below the read-more.
Roy Flush
Height: 3′4″
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Occupation: Card Game Dealer at the Devil’s Casino
Personality: Unlike many Toons, Roy is made up of two that act individually yet are the same being. Though they share a brain (sort of), these two halves can go about the same thing in two completely different ways.
“Hearts” is the kind of guy who’d help new gamblers learn how to play Poker and Black Jack among other games, call a waiter over when he sees a patron is almost in need of a refill, and just all-around nice and helpful.
“Spades” on the other hand, is as rude as rude can get. He has no problem with cursing out people if he feels they deserve it, flirting with anyone from patrons to his own boss (much to Hearts’ horror), or throwing things to get his point across.
The two sides do cooperate, but it’s more likely to see them bickering than agreeing on something.
History: Roy never was a very decisive person. He’d always second-guessed his actions, wondering if they were the right choices; it was no different with his gambling habits. He was always uncertain if cheating and stealing little by little from the other players, Mafia members and men laid off from hard labor during equally hard times, was the best way to get by and have enough money to live, but with no other skills he didn’t have much of a choice. Eventually, his dirty tricks caught up to him and the cheated players wanted their money, badly enough to kill him for it. Roy ran for it, seeing a police officer as he crossed a bridge. He could have easily gone to him for help--he was being pursued for God’s sake--but at the same time he was as much a criminal as those pursuing him and he knew he’d be in jail. He stopped, climbing the bridge to jump off, but then he realized that he was high up enough that he’d break his legs, if not worse, and be stuck in the water like a dead duck. What was he supposed to do??? That’s when the shot rang out, and everything went black for him.
When he came to, it was certainly not at the Pearly Gates. He’d begged the Devil before him a chance at living again, and the Keeper of Hell agreed, with only a single condition: that Roy work in his Casino. With no other real choices, fearful of the eternal suffering should he refuse, Roy agreed, and it was only then he realized he seemed to be speaking in double. The Devil didn’t bother to tell him that his indecision had literally split him in two.










