#tornado oc

newish oc yaaay☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️his name is jyanellad (gy-ann-ill-ad) he is the god of destruction in my ocs lore

he is the opposite of the god(dess) of creation (who is currently unnamed) and takes the form of a tornado but also the storm above it too

he tends to stay in his own realm, and if other people (such as the other gods) are around he prefers to stay in the clouds and linger above as a rotating storm because his vortices carry immeasurable power which he knows the consequences of using. despite it being his purpose, he tries to not destroy without reason

@blondeaxolotl Don’t think I forgot about my tornado OC!!

bruuuuuumbleeeeeeee…

“Mnnnnnngh…?”

T-2’s eyes fluttered open, and they found themselves looking up at a very ugly, very angry sky. Bits and pieces of people’s lives rained down as well as heavier debris such as vehicles, trees, telephone poles, and even whole structures. Did… did they do that?

“…”

They sat up with difficulty before pushing themselves up into a standing position, and strolling into the town where search and rescue operations were underway.

“Sir.”

Everywhere they looked, people were being pulled out from rubble-

“Sir.”

-the sound of emergency service sirens, dogs barking, and children crying filled the air-

“Sir…?”

-some of those people who were pulled out from the rubble were bleeding heavily, and looked like they were close to Death’s door… if they weren’t already there…

“SIR.”

Someone grabbed their shoulder from behind, and they spun around quickly to see a man wearing a cap, polo shirt, and a pair of jeans.

“Are you okay? What are you doing wandering around in the nude?”

T-2 stared blankly at him.

“Okay, uh… ¿Sabes dónde estás? ¿Sabes qué pasó?”

T-2 only shook their head, and the man sighed in defeat, “Well… Why don’t you come with me, okay? We’ll get you checked out, give you some nice, warm clothes, and a hot meal. How does that sound?”

The man gently put his hand on T-2’s back, and guided them to an ambulance, “Hey! Found this guy wandering around completely naked, and he doesn’t seem to know where he is, what the Hell happened here, and I don’t think he even understands a word of what I’m saying to him… I had to shout to get his attention, and put my hand on him to even get him here.”

“No worries. I’ll check him out, Richard.”

T-2 immediately perked up. At least they now had a name for the man. Speaking of names…

“Okay, honey. What’s your name? My name is Tracy. See?”

The paramedic tapped the pin on her left breast, “Tra-cy. What’s yours?”

T-2 thought for a moment before getting an idea. They reached out to tap the ‘T’ on Tracy’s pin before spotting a ‘2’ in her badge number, and tapping that as well. They sat back on the stretcher, rather proud of themselves, as Tracy and Richard grew increasingly worried.

“Well… at least he can understand the alphabet, numerals, and maybe basic sentences... But what kind of a name is T-2? It’s nowhere near long enough to even be a registration number for a prison, a mental institution, o- or a lab…”

“Mmm… a lab maybe… You didn’t find anything near him, or on his person. Like… at all. No pictures that match his description. No documentation. A cellphone… Nothing?”

“Does it look like I would have been able to find anything on him?”

Tracy made a fart noise with her lips, “I’m not seeing any physical injuries on him but, just given the state he’s in… it’s safe to say that he has a concussion with retrograde amnesia.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he is unable to communicate with us aside from pointing or gestures, though…?”

Tracy shrugged, “In some cases, a Traumatic Brain Injury can affect speech, and cause aphasia and apraxia. It is also probable that he is neurodivergent, and has a cognitive disorder such as ASD…”

“…”

Richard ran a hand down his tired face, “Okay. So what now?”

“… If I were you, Richard, I’d take him under your wing. Become his guardian.”

“Pardon me?”

“He clearly trusted you enough to bring him to me. Plus the boy needs someone to be there for him because he sure as shit can’t take care of himself right now…”

“… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. My own son is the same age as him. Or… at least I think they’re the same age?”

Sensing that the discussion between Tracy and Richard was coming to a close, T-2 hopped off the stretcher only to be stopped by Tracy.

“Uh-uh-uh. Not so fast, baby. We need to get you into some clothes before you give anyone a scare if you haven’t already.”

She handed them a parcel that contained a basic tee shirt, soft, stretchy pants, underwear, and a pair of socks. Okay… looking at the two of them, T-2 figured that the boxers go under the pair of pants, the socks went on their feet based on the shape, and the shirt was self explanatory.

“Hallelujah! He looks like a normal person now!,” Richard threw his arms up in the air, and Tracy punched him softly yet sternly.

“What?!”

“He isn’t dumb, Richard... He just needs some serious help and support.”

“I know, I know! It’s just… I’m still new to this whole ‘neurodivergent’ thing. Back in my day, people like him would be called-”

“Say what I think you’re going to say, and you’ll be kicked out of my rig.”

“… Special needs? Point is, they were usually sent to a mental institution or something. You didn’t really see them out in public.”

“… Listen, Richard. It’s been nice catching up with you and meeting T-2 here, but I really have to get back to doing my job, ya know, taking care of and transporting higher priority patients. Those who are on the brink of death… That tornado destroyed more than half the town, and I can guarantee you that the fatality count is going to be in the fifties. Stay safe out there, will you?”

“… Yeah. Sure…”

Tracy turned back to T-2 with a gentle smile, “And you too, sweetheart.”

T-2 returned the smile with a nod before hopping out of the ambulance, and trailing after Richard to a pickup truck.

“Ya know, son… We really need to find an actual name for you. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep calling you T-2. It’s just not natural. It doesn’t even make you sound human…”

Whether they simply weren’t listening to Richard or they couldn’t understand him again, T-2 grabbed one of the various rocks on the dashboard, and started to play with it in their hands- becoming confused when it split into thin, flexible sheets. Richard laughed, “Heh. That’s mica for you.”

That’s it! T-2 pointed at the rock before pointing to themselves insistently.

“Micah? You want to be called Micah now?”

Micah nodded eagerly, and Richard smiled warmly, “Not a bad name. I think it’s fitting even. Well then, Micah, what do you say we go get you that hot meal I promised you earlier?”

-Thuellai rely heavily on their sense of smell to distinguish each other from humans or an ordinary tornado, and sound to tell one supercell apart from another. This is due to the fact that they are either nearly blind, or terribly nearsighted. Micah unfortunately refuses to wear glasses, or get contacts ://

-While they are minor gods in Greek mythology, my version are actually an alien race 👀

-They are not inherently evil as they were programmed to destroy and kill by their creators (who they will either call Mother or Father. Depending on who is behind the control panel of the supercell which is actually a UFO in disguise). However, they are naturally mischievous and can become easily agitated/violent. Among their race, there isn’t a term to describe it but the vast majority of them have ADHD

Omggggg!! HAI, BESTIE!!!

So a few things you should know about Micah and the gang is that they are OCs I came up with after watching Twisters with my older sister!!

🌪️ Micah is a literal tornado in human disguise (they’d be referred to as a Thuellai in Greek mythology, or a Venti in Roman mythology. So, essentially, a violent storm spirit). It was sent to destroy El Reno, Oklahoma twenty years ago on July 13th, 2015… which they succeeded in doing. However, after seeing the damage it had done, they shifted into their human form, wandered around the city in the nude and in a daze, and were found by Richard “Dick” Mercia- a seasoned storm chaser, and the leader of the Meso Dominators. Nowadays, the team consists of Richard and his son, Robert “Bobby”, Micah who analyzes data and operates the IMAX camera in the TIV, Silvia Flores who operates a drone equipped with remote-sensing instruments, Miguel Santiago and his twin brother, Julio, who are cameramen, and Julia Zaytsev and her wife, Astrid Dunkeld, who handle social media, merchandising, and humanitarian aid.

•Micah is polyamorous, and dating Silvia and Miguel :}

•Genderfluid. Goes by he/they/it

•Biromantic asexual

•Sees Richard as a father figure, but refers to him as Uncle or Tío

•Friendly, but a bit of a prankster. Also very stubborn, and terrible about communicating their thoughts and emotions

🗣️ The vast majority of the team are Latino, and speak Spanglish. Julia is Russian-American while Astrid is Icelandic-American