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!!Please don’t steal my O.C., having similar concepts to my O.C. Is acceptable of course! Just no stealing my exact backstory, or the way he looks.!!
Oliver Lake Fukoi, a 15 year old male, prefers to be called Oli due to it sounding “Cute” and “Delicious.” ...His words, not mine. ...Anyways, His victims are often people to show kindness to him, causing him to “fall in love”, or gain an unhealthy obsession with them. Even if it's only a very small amount of kindness. His method of killing involves lethal poisoning, drugging, kidnapping, or murder in the saftey of his home. If you're lucky, he will find you too young or old for his liking. Otherwise, you better pray he won’t attempt to add you to his… “Crush collection”... Don’t ask me what it is, because even I wish I didn’t know. He has a messy mullet, with light-brown/redish hair. He has bright green eyes, and is fairly pale due to spending his time mostly inside. (He gets sunburnt very easily, poor boy.) You may also find bruises and scars on him, to his skin being very fragile. (People do fight back when you try to eliminate them, you know.) After all, he is just a simple human. Now then where was I… Ah yes, He also can run at an alarming speed, and climbs/attacks at an inhuman speed as well. Though that doesn't mean he is very strong, it just means he is fast. I would actually say he couldn’t even knock a 6 year old out. ...Mostly because of the little bit of humanity he still has, so you better watch out if you are 14 and up. When the Slenderman had given Oliver his creepypasta mark, it went pretty deep into his flesh, so the scar grew inwards instead of outwards. Speaking of the scar, it is actually on the center of his chest, just below his collarbone. You can imagine Oliver’s voice as a sort of dry and high pitched one, as he speaks a lot, at a fast pace. He is a big science and chemistry nerd, and actually creates his poisons/drugs himself.
He is very fascinated by other creepypastas, especially the inhuman ones.
Yet after all the things he has done, he is still just a teenage boy. Sometimes, he lets his normal teenage personality slip out. He really is just a good kid, that made some bad decisions, and was raised the wrong way. Now a little bit of his backstory- his mother and father were drug dealers. And he was abused yatta yatta ya- but surprisingly, only by his mother. His father actually tried to defend him. One day, the cops came and arrested his parents and left him in the arms of the foster system. How unfortunate. He ran away, getting a job as a bouncer at a bar, and living in the apartment above the bar with the owner, who he considers to be a sister figure.
Objects he carries with him: His phone (Does Not use that much!), a simple pocket knife, a small container of a lethal clear liquid, and a box of cigarettes paired with a lighter.
(Remember, smoking is not cool, he just got the bad habit from his terrible excuse of parents.)
I don't mind getting shipped with other characters, my OC getting basically bullied and harassed, my character being nearly killed.
But please- I don't want my character to die unless I tell you its alright.
Don't force anyone into anything they don't want to do!
So begins...
He'd sit cross logged on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, muttering to himself about his latest victim. Dried blood on his shirt, and bruises littering his body.
"Their face was so cute when I stabbed them..~" He exhales "I wish I could've taken a picture to make it last longer, but he ended up fighting back~.." (not sure if I am doing this correctly, so please forgive me if not.)
* OLIVER: He'd sit cross logged on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, muttering to himself about his latest victim. Dried blood on his shirt, and bruises littering his body.
"Their face was so cute when I stabbed them..~" He exhales "I wish I could've taken a picture to make it last longer, but he ended up fighting back~.." (not sure if I am doing this correctly, so please forgive me if not.)
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* OLIVER: He'd sit cross legged on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, muttering to himself about his latest victim. Dried blood on his shirt, and bruises littering his body.
"Their face was so cute when I stabbed them..~" He exhales "I wish I could've taken a picture to make it last longer, but he ended up fighting back~.." (not sure if I am doing this correctly, so please forgive me if not.)
It seems I am still here; and all members are in-active.
S i g h -- I always find these things months late.
Amaru I know I'm late but this looks a little dead and I thought I might be able to spice it up a bit!
“
She's alone, but that's normal, she's always alone. She wanted this, she said herself that she did- right?
”
"Gee, it sure is booooring 'round here," Iggy moans, walking rather unsteadily like a drunkard. The thin young man kicks a rock as he wanders aimlessly. His hair a mess, his fine gray dress shirt's wrinkled right sleeve torn off, his gaudy tie now dirty and torn, his dress shoes caked with mud, his pants haphazardly patched at the knees. He's been here a while now, though he's kind of given up on keeping track of time.
"How did I even get here again, I don't even..." he pauses and narrows his eyes which glow with a greenish color. He rather animatedly shrugs and slaps his hands over his head giving a toothy grin, his nails sharpening into claws and his voice warps slightly. "Oh riiiiiiight... because I'm the moron that doesn't read the fine print~!"
From his mess of hair an ear perks up, he hears something. He composes himself, his hair and eyes change back to normal and he spins around and... smacks his face into a tree branch, falling onto the ground in a heap.
"Owwwww..." he groans, holding his nose. A brilliant idea comes to his mind, he kicks about getting leaves stuck to himself and then lays out into a dramatic pose and plays dead like a possum.
“
(Hello! I'm new here)
”
Determined to have a better life, she ran from her hometown and family, her halo and wings dissapear. Now, she looks like any normal human.
The first thought came to mind is home, she needs a new home. The woods should offer a place to stay for now, she's friendly with animals.
And she went deeper into the woods, she stops when she spotted something moving, and hide behind a big tree.
Iggy who had waited for anything to come his way had not even had a rat try to take a nibble. Ever since he became... different... not much has seemed to bother him. It wasn't just a lonely existence, it was a hungry one. What he'd kill for a... who he'd...
"Woah, woah... okay, no way," he utters, pushing back those dark thoughts. Whether or not he considered himself still human, he still had standards!