MY OCs
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Thread Topic: MY OCs
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AHEM
Here you go, June.
If anyone wants to use this character sheet then go for it.
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Name:
Appearance:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Flaws:
Positives:
Accessories:
Zodiac sign (optional):
Birthday:
Lore (1):
Lore (2):
Other: -
I'm running on two hours of sleep so I just know I'm going to cringe at this later.
⚠ Trigger warning for death and murder. ⚠
Name: Krista Vemmings
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Age: ¿?
Personality: Okay, not gonna lie, this girl is sadistic. She may act all angelic and innocent, but whomever comes across her better not believe that facade for one second. The moment someone lets her into their lives, she's already slamming the door wide open and barging in. To those who have succeeded in actually winning her favor, which is slightly impossible but whatever, she doesn't really give them much affection or spend that much time with them. She's someone who uses others for her own benefit, so chances are that whoever is her 'friend' is just a tool for her to work with. Other than that, she's actually kind of chill? She lacks being able to feel real emotions due to being dead, so she really doesn't care about anyone other than herself.
Flaws:Her existence.Well, she likes using people for starters, so that's a huge flaw…? Her handwriting is also extremely messy and very hard to read. She isn't the type to let her hands get dirty, so she'll demand either Skipper or Axel to do her evil bidding. But Axel literally never listens to her so basically she’ll be forced to ask Skipper to 'take out the garbage.' (okay yeah that wasn't very good, but I'm in a lazy mood right now, all right? )
Positives: Where?
Accessories: She has some bandages on her neck and stitching on her face and chest. Occasionally, when she's forming deals with people, she'll put on something that’ll cover her eyes. She hates it when people stare directly into her pure white orbs. It makes her feel… disgusted.
Zodiac sign (optional): Leo
Birthday: August 21st
Lore (1): Over thirty years ago, Krista was an aspiring model. She adored gazing at new magazines she had recently bought at the store. Those beautiful maidens on the covers inspired her to become just. like. them. Shortly afterwards, she met a young man. He promised her mountains of gold and beauty beyond the world. It was simple to say that she immediately agreed.
Despite how long it was taking for the man to fulfill his promise, the two quickly fell in love. They were in a happy relationship for about two years before tragedy struck. The man had taken Krista out on a camping trip and proposed under the stunning night sky. Overjoyed, Krista happily agreed. But just as she was about to slip the ring onto her finger, the man had pushed her, making her tumble onto the ground, and brought out a sharp weapon. He slaughtered her in cold blood. (I didn't put in the detail that really needs to be in there (not gorey but still. D e t a i l s) because I didn't want to trigger anyone.)
Lore (2): Krista awakened shortly after she had been attacked. She didn't notice anything strange, and on the plus side, she felt very… peaceful. Her memory was foggy and she couldn't remember anything that had happened in every single year prior. She sat up and just stared blankly at a body that was laying in front of her. It looked strangely familiar. …Yet, she couldn't place who it was. All she could remember was this man who had loved her dearly. The man who wielded a knife, and for some particular reason, lunged at her with it. However, Krista brushed this off as him trying to protect her from the person who had now become a rotting corpse.
And for many years after that, she roamed aimlessly around in the woods, the only thing on her mind being that mysterious man. Anyone she saw in the woods would ignore her. It was as if they couldn't see her.
It was frustrating.
One particular day, Krista came across an old church. It looked abandoned. But despite its ominous looks, she went inside and made herself at home.
Inside of the church was an old man. He wore the clothes of a priest.
He politely asked if she would like for him to tend to her wounds. Krista was confused for a moment and then looked into a broken mirror that was hanging on the wall. Her skin was ripped and there was blood splattered all over her clothes.
Finally, it became clear to her who that corpse really was. It was her dead body that was laying next to the burnt sticks, and it was her that the man was lunging for. She was a ghost.
The man stitched and patched up her wounds and gave her clothes fit for a shrine maiden.
Krista stayed silent the entire time. After a few minutes of silence, she quietly asked if she could live inside of the church with the priest.
The priest nodded. He understood perfectly well. Both of them craved the same thing.
The blood of a serial killer.
And so she became a puppet. A puppet that felt no emotions whatsoever. It was the only necessary way for her to enact her revenge.
Lyrics that describe this character: Oh, dear diary, I met a boy
He made my doll heart light up with joy
Oh, dear diary, we fell apart
Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.
Other: My eyes feel like bricks now goodness gracious-. I know I'm going to remake Krista's sheet when I wake up. I better. -
I’m slowly dying-
JUNE WHAT IN THE NAME OF SEVEN STARS DID YOU POST-
Y’know what y’all
If I am running on two hours asleep ever again, then I’m getting rid of my phone privileges for the rest of that day because what in the name of holy cow is this -
The design looks all right I guess
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