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The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 29: UNINTELLIGIBLE!
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ICan'tGiveCredit
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The deepest, most petrifying depths of your local Wal-Mart
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misread as "your new theme is bigro"

"A day without a laugh is a day wasted."
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10-12-2017, 03:04 PM
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Pharmacy
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Anywhere.
Name: Agathione Widderishins

Gender: Female

Species: Human (Vessel)

Color: Lace Doily

Description+Bio: Agathione Widderishins is your average grandmother. 79-year-old, two grown kids, and plenty of grandchildren. She is generally good-natured and polite although this does not mean she will allow others to walk her so easily. She likes hard candies, soap operas, and little ceramic figures. Her favorite hobby is crocheting an ever-expanding afghan. She has reached twenty feet. It is ridiculous.

Agathione is possessed by the devil.

It is also ridiculous.

Ability: An evil, nameless spirit is currently possessing Agathione Widderishins. It does not affect her behavior or personality in any way but it does manifest as a telekinetic field of Bad Times. The evil spirit does its best to try to make things worse for her – spilling teas, making her lose bingo, and other minor petty things. Generally weak, the evil spirit very much likes being alive and will lash out at anyone threatening the life of Agathione.
10-15-2017, 12:03 AM
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Dragon Fogel
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The Goddamn Pacman

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Name: Little Benny
Race: Human child
Gender: Male
Text Color: #B11760

Biography: Little Benny wanted to enter the Super Kart Race 5000, but he was too young and his parents wouldn't let him get any supplies.
So, instead, Benny stole the recycling bin and put wheels on it, and now he's determined to win the race, whatever it takes.
However, before he can do that, apparently he has to win this weird preliminary round that involves outracing some other people.
No problem.

Description: Benny is a six-year old who thinks he can take on the world, and he definitely doesn't want to listen to any adults who tell him otherwise.
He's got a cute little helmet and sits in a recycling bin that's been modified to serve as a go-kart. He will not let the kart out of his sight if he can help it. If anything were to happen to it, he'd throw a huge tantrum.
Benny also hasn't really grasped the nature of the competition and is just trying to get to the finish line. And he won't let anyone else get in his way.

Weapons and Abilities: Despite his young age, Benny actually isn't half-bad as a mechanic. His makeshift kart is actually quite functional, and reasonably fast. He could probably make other stuff too if he put his mind to it, but if it's not going to help him win the race, he doesn't really care.
Benny also has the usual powers of a six-year old human boy, such as teasing girls around his age, whining when people aren't paying enough attention to him, and laughing uncontrollably if someone says the words "booger" or "fart".
10-15-2017, 03:14 AM
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AgentBlue
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that escalated quickly

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Sunshine, Lollipops and Diabetes
Username: Agenstraya
Name: Sykel "Hoops" [mumble] and Good Dog
Gender: Unspecified and no one's ever checked
Species: Horrifying mutant and who's going to submit a dog to genetic testing?
Color: indiscernable

Description: Hoops is short, but not compact. Small, but not tiny. The kind of person who could wiggle into small places and come out with smaller, valuable items. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Hoops, anyone that could have lured them into that life of crime has run away screaming from them.

Good Dog is a good dog, abnormally lean and lanky. Good Dog, frankly, seems to straddle the line in between wolf and dog pretty heavily. Good Dog is fiercely protective of Hoops.

Hoops wears ragged, brightly colored scraps of clothes, enough to keep them warm. The color doesn't matter much. Hoops dreams of fur coats and velvet underwear sometimes. They desperately wish someone would take them on a grand adventure, a heist maybe, or a bank robbery. That would be nice. Hoops would love to feel their face on a wanted poster one day.

Good Dog is a nondescript sort of gray-brown. Good Dog is filthy.

Hoops has no eyes. Instead, rings of bone, the edges of their eye sockets, protrude through the flesh. Within them is only blackness. Their gaze can bore holes in your soul. No, really.

Items/Abilities: Hoops was born with an ability outside of sight. Instead of being able to see, Hoops can look at people and see their existence, floating like an aura around them. Sometimes they can play around with those threads of fate, snapping them together or teasing them apart, such that the person's future becomes irrevocably altered in some way. Events that may have come to pass now could not, events that might not have now will. The universe tilts on its axes for Hoops.

Good Dog has a fierce bite and an unwashed mouth.

Biography: Hoops was born at Biologic Interpretations, a non-governmental organization ostensibly working on public-access genetics research, really working on very private-access and ethically questionable genetics research. They were raised by machines, and taught by computers, and fed by tubes.

The first time Hoops saw a person, everything changed.

A series of accidents fell into place, like pins into tumblers. A spilled drink here meant cleaning products there, a runaway spark here meant a blazing fire there. Evacuation here meant a holding van accident there.

Hoops scampered out blindly into the sun-baked landscape without ever looking back.

A day later, they were close to death. But along came something Hoops didn't quite understand. Not a person. Not an object. Something in between, with threads that didn't quite map to human expressions. Vaguely, they remembered 'dog'.

Good Dog brought Hoops to a hole for water, and prey for food. After that, they were inseparable. They wandered the dry, dusty landscape since then.

Until one day, they didn't.

(because they disappeared.)
10-15-2017, 04:12 AM
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