#OnyX #OriginalCharacter #DnD5e #DnD #Fairy #firstlook

Iridessa Silverwing

Age: unknown

Sex: female

Race: fairy

Personality: chaotic neutral

Born: fairyforest, royal

Lola Nixon OC #phantomville

Died at 27 (1931-1958)(Female) Actress, model, singer in Hollywood Likes: Attention/adoration, Pancakes, Shopping, Dressing up, Meeting new people Dislikes: Having a bad hairday, Fish, A newcomer with an ego, Stalkers, Not getting her way, When people do not know who she is, Loud noises (similair to gunshots)

Much had happened in the life of Lola, from an early point on. She had found fame and fortune, love and friendship from all of those around her. It was a gorgeous time for her to be alive. Everywhere you looked you saw her name in lights, glow over the town of an early Hollywood. The war was finally over and people really took everything out of their days to life it to the fullest. One red carpet show after an other and Lola was always there. She felt alive when the cameras were flashing around her. Girls wanted to be her and boys wanted to be with her. 

There is not much known from the time before Lola got to Hollywood. She barely spoke about her family and hometown, like they do not exist. At the age of 15 she arrived in Hollywood and made the right connections to climb up higher and faster than she every imagined. It's here where she took the name Lola Nixon, as many told her how she reminded them of one of their Representatives; Richard Nixon. So if anyone is willing to think that it will only work better in her case. (And so it did).

She partied with other movie stars, recorded albums with amazing singers and posed on the cover of big time magazines. Everyone knew her name and her face. Everyday she got an other gift send to her dressing room by some big time fan. Sometimes they even broke in back stage. She has met her fair group of creeps. Sadly, no one ever thought that one of her fans would have been her down fall. But sadly it was, otherwise we would not be discussing her story now. After a whole day of show and dance the curtains fell for good..

"It was one of my biggest days ever. Early in the morning I had an other shoot with Vogue, which was fabulous, I've never been so pretty. Then we went to a recording studio to meet new and upcoming faces, I even did a collaboration  with some of the artists. Some of them were amazing and I hope they will make it far. Then it was time to get ready and dress up for my own performance on stage for the whole city. We all celebrated me, and that my name was now for ever on the road of fame. I've never felt so happy and complete. I gave my fans my all, my love and life.." "But who would have thought that would have been like this. When the show was over I wanted to go by the front, to see my star again. I wanted to give my fans another opportunity to take some more shots of me. If I would have known what was gonna happen, I would have taken the back like everyone told me to. Light flashes all around me as I showed my best smile posing on my star. But from out of nowhere was a loud bang. The world started to twist and turn and the sensation of cold rushed through my body. I collapsed on the street drifting in an out of consciousness. People were screaming and crying. The world slowly turned dark.."

Lola had many fans, but a few of them were crazy. This was one of them. This fan wanted Lola to be his and his alone and could not handle the rejection he got over and over again. Before he shot her he mentioned "If I can not have her in life, I will have her in death" and shot her through the side of her head. Lola who just received her star for her fame had barely time to enjoy all of it. She will be forever with the streets as she bled out filling her star. After she got shot the fan placed the gun under his chin and shot himself. He however did not die, he only mutilated his face. But for Lola this was the beginning of her end. In a city where the famous shine but the dead will not be forgotten.

First approuch on #Aurora

Aurora - CB (draft)

Age: late teen

A pretty girl with brains.

Her father is a local merchant; her mother died in her childhood; they move from town to town, refreshing their stock with the local goods.

Known with people skills she learned of helping her father sell. She was social and kind, always shows a smile.

They were doing well, setting up a few trade centers in some of the bigger towns.

In every new town they purchused a house, if in case they want they have somewhere to return.

Her name was given by her mother; her father told her the story many times. It was a summer morning in early dawn. You were so little. She held you in her arms and as the first strokes of sunlight fell on your white hair it gave off this magical glow. He would always giggle at that part. He continued with wonder in his eyes; she called you perfect and softly mutters aurora still looking at your hair and it’s glow. And you know what? You looked straight up at her and showed a cricket smile. He wiped away a tear from his eye. Your mom claimed it was your way of agreeing.

As they leave one town for another they ran straight into an ambush in the woods; as they took a “short"cut through the thicker part. They got robbed, they took her into the bushes and raped her and killed her father as he tried to fight the. But they were outnumbered. They left her there for dead after they had their fun. The animals of the forest will take care of it.

A mythical creature of the night was drawn to the sight by the smell of fresh blood. It stroke down one of the ambushers along his way as an apitizer. It quickly sees a dead man in a puddle of blood, giving of a faint smell of alcohol. It’s attention got pulled by a faint sound of an heartbeat. In an instand it found Aurora, unconcossios, her clothes ripped open, her body beating and her face was bleeding. She was covered with bodily fluids, it was a sad scene. It took pity on it’s snack. It sank it’s teeth down into her neck. Instead of draining her completely it only took in bit to calm it’s hunger and inflict her with a whole different faith.

The transformation would be slow and painful. First it manifests it’s own way of thinking in the brain. It makes a person do or say something they never would. If they kept their sanity it takes over the bodily fuctions. It’s a painful progress where organs shut down. Draining it’s own supply of blood in the progress. This is normally the point where they die. The body gives up before it can complete the process. It’s the eternal hunger for blood combined with mass confussion about the mysterious illness that kills them. However, if the person consumes some amount of blood they could survive the transformation.

First approuch on #Mookie

Mookie - CharacterBuild (Draft)

Name: Ivy Grady

Known as: Mookie

Age: unknown

Her parents were scientists working with posions from nature.

They were almost always gone to work on classified projects. Even at home they worked in their labs.

Ivy was quite a smart girl. She was a single child, or better said she was a gift that suddenly was. Her parents never ment to get children as they were to focused on their works and studies. Ivy became their apprentice in a hope to gain some love. And so it was, her parents only noticed her when she showed an other report that helped the further. We can all agree they are not ment to be parents at all.

The constant pressure of having to be better, know better drove her slowly insane. It was never good enough. She became obsessed with plants and their ability to kill.

After a dreadful fight she snapped. She decided to make dinner with her extra ingriedient; antropa belladonna. Her father died of this attack, her mother barely ate anything and only became ill.

She got send straight to a inprisoned mental facility. There they did all kind of programs trying to straighten her out. She had tried to break out, hurt other patients and even almost murdered a staff member by using her own medicine. There was nothing left but shock therapy. They turned her into a shell of herself. In between her shocks she started to work out, trying to run away from the lightning. She was no longer a threat, she was even nice. Like a child that wanted to play, as far the eye could see. She became more peaceful and after a while of no more problems she was sent home.

She was released from the mental institution and went back to her mother. Everything went fine for a few months. The neighbors hadn’t seen Michelle, the mother for days. At first they expected her to be working out of town. After a week they grew worried and called the police. When the police arrived no one answered the door so they kicked it in. They found the mother dead in her bedroom and no sign of Ivy. There were no shocks heavy enough to make her forget the harted for her mother and finished what she started years ago.

Aramaki - Fantasy (Draft)

There by the edge of the cliff she was waiting for him. All dressed up in her wedding gown with the biggest smile on her face. Today she will finally marry the man of her dreams. She stood there from morning till dusk. She watched the sun go down and she could hear her own heart break for the final time. She cried her eyes red and screamed untill her voice was broken. She dropped on her knees and could feel the cold creep into the hole of her once fierce glowing heart. After some time her cries slowly stopped as she started to laugh like a maniac. Something in her mind snapped. She took a little glass vial out of her sleeve. It had such a fluoresent colour of green it might wel bite out through the vial. A slight whisper was made as she popped open the cap. “I am coming for you.” She placed the vial against her lips and drank down the liquid before she dropped herself over the edge of the cliff, wearing the biggest smile she ever had. “I am coming for you”..

There is not much that could kill an immortal body. She had found her way the last time he made her snap; when he broke her heart again. She learned of a method to seperate the soul of the body. She wanted to punish him, haunt him untill the end. An end that would never come for as he was an immortal being. An immortal suffering for him is what she craved most before her father saved her from herself.

A shiver ran down her father’s spine the moment she drank the liquid. He immediately felt the connection with his first daughter ebbing away. He knew this was bad. As the demon king he became; with a flash he teleported to the place where he could find his daughter. Her favorite spot to hide away from the world. He appeared on the edge of the cliff moments after she threw herself off. The sound of thunder echod when he spread his wings and dived down. He gave it all but in a matter of miliseconds he was too late.

Her body had smashed on the rocks at the bottom. Her body broken; bones sticking out and a sticky black substance was ebbing out of her vains. He crushed down beside her body, craddling her in his arms as a little kid as he felt her body dying. He let out a deafening growl before he shot up and flew back to the castle with her lifeless body in his arms.

-

With a race against time he layed her on an operation table in his laboratory. He has always feared that this day would come eversince she placed her heart in the game era’s ago. He had warn her about love and how toxic it can be. He went up to his study for a book he hoped he never had to open again. He took a book of the highest shelf and blew off the thick layer of dust. It revealed a book wrapped in chains and locks. It almost seemed like the book absorbed all light in the room but actually it filled the room with its dark shadows. He knew the price he had to pay but he gladly sacrified anything for his fistborn.

This book was a collection of the darkest and most forbidden magic through time. Magic that could easily mess with life as anyone knows it. There is a group of the most strongest creatures out there that defend against this magic and its users. The group is on an endless quest to gather all the series of the demonic book and let nothing stand in their way.

Back in the laboratory he opened a capsule, revealing a porselin doll in a greenish liquid. It seemed lifeless but it gave off a strong aura. When everything was set in place he started his unspeakable ritual. As the soul left the body it appeared as a vengefull spirit with nothing but anger for men. A fight had started but soon her spirit was caught in an orb of energy, strong enough to withhold her anger.

Now captured, the real game was about to start. The room filled up with the darkest black leaving no space for any light of any source. The temperture raised rapidly over matter of hours. He was in an utter state of concentration that he did not notice the hours fly by. His only goal was resurrecting her soul in the porselin doll that was specially altered to not implode on impact but to emarge with the energy of her soul, to fit her as a puzzle piece.

As the energy orb holding her spirit entered the lifeless doll he could feel the burn from deep inside. It was a pain cutting through his nerves when his eternal lifespawn got damaged as a price for melding hers back together. He withhold his stand till the ritual was completed to submit to the crucefying pain within in his soul and collapesed on his knees.

-

For seven days nothing seem to be happening. The room was still as inkblack as it was when he left. Blobs of a sticky black goo collected itself around the capsule untill nothing was visible of the porselin doll inside. It slowly harden like cement shielding her away even further. The darkness seemed to have claimed her. And there, in a burst of a moment everything happened in miliseconds. The shadows around the room went bezerk, creating a tornado that terrorized the lab. Tables, chairs, book and vials flying around, breaking and crushing down. Cracks appeared through the harden goo revealing a piercing light that somehow blasted itself through every layer. In a wave, the greenish liquid spilled out of the capsule. For a moment there was total chaos in darkness and then it all fell quiet again when sunlight appeared in the room once more. A hand appeared out of the capsule, clinging on to the outside. Slow but steady the doll climbed out of the capsule, totally disorientated.

Her head was spinning, her heart was beating, blood was pomping. She had no idea where she could be and how she got there. There was no memory at all to recollect. Her head pounding like someone was working with a jackhammer on the inside. She let her gaze fall on her hands before she looked into the room. Almost everything and anything was broken. It seems like there has been a fight. Would that be why she is here? And doesn’t remember anything? She stumbled around the room in search for some cloth to cover herself up. She decided to rip some curtains down and drape herself in them. Now she needed to get out. Her eyes fell on a wand thrown in a corner. She lowerd herself through her knees and as she wanted to grab it, an electric shock left her fingers to the wand. It was a kind of pain you weren’t sure if it really hurt or not. It was a pain she vaguely remembered but the more she tried to remember the worse the guy with the jackhammer became. She decided to leave it and rushed through the door, snatching a dagger from the ground beside a flipped table and hid it away.

She had opened the door that led her to a big hallway. Each door was massive, atleast three or four time her size. She wondered what creatures she might bump into. The black goo was creeping up on her like snakes over the walls and ceiling. “The lights” she whispered as she hopped from one lit side to the other coming to the shocking conclusion her own shadow was different. It looked like her but with its own movements unconnected to hers. She wanted to scream so loud but a door opened somewhere in the long hallway withheld her to make a sound.

-

“You are finally awake”. Goosebumps all over her body. That voice, it gave her chills all the way into her core. She didn’t care about the light anymore and dove away in the most darkest corner to hide away from the creature. Tap, tap. Each step was as clear as crystal on the marbelfloor echoing against the high ceiling. Tap, tap, closer and closer. She had closed her eyes accepting this is where she would die. “Playing hide and seek? Not for long”. With a thight grip she hold the dagger ready for action. She could feel it deep down it was just a matter of seconds. “There you are..” Moments after she heard his voice she shot up and swinged the dagger at him, which obviously missed it’s target. She swung with such a force the dagger flew from her hand and into a wall. The creature was slightly surprised before he bend over to her “Welcome back” to which she screams before all she could was stare at him.

He was taller than her, around twice as tall. His wings were almost just as big, ink black with some silverthreads weaved through the feathers. His overall look was dark and scaring. His skin was ashgrey, his clothes were semi formal; all in black and ripped here and there. His face had a glow to back off with eyes so black they seemed hollow. Fangs are showing as he smiled to her. Overall he seemed like a creature to stay away from as far as possible. But there was something so gorgeous about him that made her un able to look away. She remembers him, she is for sure she has seen his face over and over again. Her mind was conflicted. She could try and figure out, but then maybe die. Or run, as fast as her legs could carry her in the hope to reach the door in time. His voice broke her train thoughts. “I will not stop you if you run” The creature spoke with care as he took a step aside. Her mind not able to process it all made her grab for her hair and scream, dropping on her knees. This went on for hours untill she screames out every bit of energy left.

“What is wrong with her? Why would she attack you?” A deep sigh was heard. “Amnesia.. Let’s just hope she will remember.” “Amnesia?? What did you do to her?? And when can I see her?” Two man were arguing in the same room as she was layed after she passed out. She kept her eyes closed and didn’t move at all, trying to listening in on them. Maybe then she will know what happened to her. “What I did to her?! You mean what you did to her!” The whole fondation shock as he tried to keep his growl down. “You will never see her again.” “She is my wife!” “She is my daughter! You never bothered to show up, she is nothing to you.” Wife? Daughter? Who were these people and were they talking about her or someone else. “Hey Shan..” The screaming had stopped and she couldn’t shake the feelings of eyes on her. She felt a wave of dread washing over her as she realised there was nothing she could do to safe herself. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

There they stood. Infront of her bed. The demonic creature she saw before and some sort of knight in heavy armor. A wave of emotions hit her when she layed her eyes on him. First she felt a wave of ultimate happiness, followed by the cold feeling of sorrow. It was almost like she could hear the snap her heart once made before she got filled with rage. For no reason she could think of how she wanted to attack him, make him hurt badly. She was only too weak to jump forward for an attack. Her eyes filled with a fury locked on him as he took a few steps back. “She looks different..” he said in almost a whisper. The demonic creature let out an other sigh. “She is different.. She may return or will be forever lost.” He turned to her and lowered himself on his knees by the bed. His hollow eyes changed, it was like she could see past the mask of darkness he was carrying. For a moment she was staring into gorgeous blue eyes filled up with tears. She could hear a slight whisper “come back” before something snapped her out and all she could see was the hollow emptiness which made her scream from the top of her lungs. He just sat there, not reacting to her screams in anyway. The knight had left the room somewhere between her screams. It was just him and her.

“I understand you are scared” he whispered with a voice so soft and gentle she got confussed if that was really him or all in her head. “Not knowing who or where you are is scaring.” He paused for a moment “But with time the memories will return.” It was all to much for her to process and her head was spinning more. The creature stood up and slowly made his way out. “Wa..waai..waiit..” she whispered with a broken voice. “Who are you?” The creature turned around and once again she saw his clear blue eyes instead of the emptiness inside. “I am your father” and with that he left the room.