For An OC Of Your Choice:

For an OC of your choice:

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Thank you so much for the ask, @dreaminggoblin-yells!

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Jack: It depends. He's pretty reckless with his own safety when it comes to achieving his goals, but he would never do anything that could potentially endanger his sister or his friends. He also would never hurt innocent people and generally tries to minimize all chances of there being collateral damage. He's willing to go to insane lengths to keep his loved ones safe, even at a cost to himself - he's too kind for their world and dangerously selfless.

Vesper: She's willing to pretty much do anything. Ever since she embarked on her quest for revenge, she has become an infamously merciless and pragmatic killer, the most feared cyborg in the galaxies. There's little she would consider too far in her path to avenge the deaths of her older brother and their mother - she's feared by the government and the criminal underworld alike for a reason. She is willing to make tough, heartwrenching decisions in the blink of an eye and never look back. However, she tries her best to not hurt/involve innocents in her path of destruction and maintains a strong moral compass and humanity.

Gabi: She's pretty rebellious and strong-willed, and tends to do things despite what authority figures command her to. In fact, she often disobeys authority (especially the government) on purpose. She also isn't the kind of person to shy away from a fight - be it an argument or an actual brawl - and due to having been raised by an ex-assassin, she knows how to win said fights with ease and is pretty damn devastating to those who pose a threat to her ideals or her loved ones. Her adoptive father raised her to never back down and never let others insult her, and she takes that advice to heart.

Kye: Anything. At the start of the story, Kye is as morally grey as one can possibly get - and in fact, isn't afraid of being downright evil or deceitful to get what he wants. Because of his brutal past, Kye believes the world is made of two kinds of people, those who are used and those who use others - and he's tired of being the former. He does undergo a 'redemption arc' of sorts after meeting the main cast but remains the most dangerous/destructive member of the crew, but this time for good reasons/a better cause. There's a saying that goes "A hero would sacrifice you for the world. A villain would sacrifice the world for you" - and Kye is 100% the kind of person who would break their world in a heartbeat to save his newfound friends. He has a good heart, a horrifyingly bloody past, the moral backbone of a jellyfish (at first), and dangerously undying loyalty. A pretty explosive mix.

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Cassiopeia: Cassie wants to generally be a good friend and a fun person to be around. All her life, she's always been the one who lifted up the mood and tried to see the fun even in dire situations, a role she has had for pretty much forever. She is not naive but rather prefers to see the good in the world because she knows life can get pretty depressing otherwise, so it's best to just enjoy it as it is. She also wants to make her older brother (Jack) proud of her - firstly, he's been one of the only family she's ever had since she was a little kid and she knows how much he secretly sacrificed to take care of her, so she doesn't want to disappoint him, secondly, she also wants to prove that she's not a little kid anymore and that she can be his equal in their team (thus that she doesn't need to be protected all the time and that she can keep him safe too).

Aleks: Aleks suffers from severe social anxiety + Impostor's Syndrome and low self-esteem issues. He masks those struggles expertly and has adopted a kind of a 'chameleon's' personality. He is fluid, ever-changing, unpredictable - he can be anyone, and that's precisely what he wants. The sad truth is that he wants to be anyone but himself. He's a prankster, always making jokes and rarely taking things seriously - because he wants a distraction, be it through the thrill that the adrenaline of a heist brings him, or simply spending a night partying at a club. He is extremely extroverted and panics whenever he is completely isolated and without a source of distraction because that means he is alone with himself and his thoughts. He takes that "chameleon" aspect quite literally with the fact that - with his high-tech mask which he calls the 'Face-Changer' - he LITERALLY can be anyone, a perfect doppelganger and master at stealing secret information from the government.

Deimos: He wants to be the best at everything he does, and he wants to be seen as flawless. Deimos is terrified of judgment, shame, and humiliation and believes he can avoid those feelings he dreads by being a ruthless perfectionist and being the center of attention. At times, he can be an "all eyes on me" kind of guy and is quite flashy, but he is still painfully introverted and despises overwhelming social interaction - he wants to be admired but from a distance.

Artemis: Artemis wants to be seen as unflappable and unfazed by peril. One day, in the past, he wanted to be a bounty hunter like his dad - but that dream died with him. Now, Artemis has quite taken a liking to the lifestyle of an outlaw and loves to find new ways to defy authority. He doesn't mind being seen as a troublemaker - and in fact, he actually quite likes that reputation. He doesn't want his feelings to be exploited by his enemies, so he usually hides his true emotions behind a fiery, explosive personality, much akin to that of an angry hound. He is pretty defensive of those he cares about, does not trust strangers easily, and doesn't care if others think he is overly brash.

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FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

Character Intro - Jack Tithus

This is a character introduction for Jack Tithus, one of the main protagonists of my WIP Supernova Initiative!

If you like this, please reblog! 💕

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☆・・Aesthetic/Moodboard ・・☆

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A charming and rebellious intergalactic thief, Jack is currently the most wanted man in all of the Junction planetary systems. Using heists as a tool to stand up against their galaxy's oppressive government, he has gained quite a reputation. Otherwise, Jack is a caring older brother and a good friend, someone who would do anything to keep his loved ones out of harm's way, even if it means endangering himself.

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☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/Him

Age - 25

Current Role - Protagonist, and part of the main cast

Appearance - Jack has bright auburn hair styled into an asymmetrical bob with an undercut. His skin is warm white, and he has a small scar on the bridge of his nose from a gunfire that nicked him. He has average height - around 173 cm tall - and a lithe, but athletic, build. His eyes are dark brown and he has a kind smile. Usually, he wears practical clothes - his usual attire consists of a simple T-shirt, a synthetic leather pilot jacket, cargo pants, and boots. He also always wears the trinket necklace Cassie - his younger sister - made for him some years ago.

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 8w9

✶ MBTI: ESFP

Occupation: Intergalactic thief, pilot, rebel

Species & Place of Birth: Human; Cethea III (a moon of the planet of Ivion in one of the Junction systems).

Sexuality: Asexual

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☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist

Playlist Sneak Peek:

Fight Fire with Gasoline - Self-Deception

Panic Room - Au/Ra

Protector - City Wolf

March - Jesse Abbey

Strong for Somebody Else - Citizen Soldier

Play Dirty - Kevin McAllister

And more!

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: jack tithus

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Source for moodboard pictures & music playlist: Pinterest & Spotify respectively

Last Line Tag

Thank you for the tag, @sarahlizziewrites (here)!

I'll go with a backstory snippet from The Forgotten Ones for this one because I still need to write some more content for Supernova Initiative (:

TW. Implied past torture, medieval dungeon setting, general whump (characters are not having a good time, in short)

There were footsteps on the corridor outside the rusted, magically suppressant iron door of the cell. Nursing a myriad of lashes, cuts, and bruises from his latest session under the Magisters 'ministrations', Asael painstakingly dragged himself into a somewhat seated position, as he always did.

Behind him, Deryc was still asleep, wrists rubbed raw by the iron cuffs, somewhat bruised but otherwise untouched. He wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could manage to keep the brunt of the Inquisition's wrath away from his Kindred. But that didn't mean that every time those soldiers walked down that hall his heart didn't start racing in his chest like a hare fleeing from a wolf.

It wasn't long until the footsteps that had been coming closer and closer stopped the door was unlocked. Two armored knights stood at the threshold and the red-robed figure of the Magister strode into the frigid cell. Asael recognized the man and felt the last, damaged shreds of hope in his heart wither and die.

This guy was one of the worst ones.

"Have you changed your mind, heretic?"

Asael closed his shaking hands into fists, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard a slight rustle, followed by a sleepy hum and the clinking of chains. Deryc had woken up, and as much as Asael adored his Kindred's company, the young man couldn't have picked a worse time to make his presence known.

"I don't know," Deryc began with a tone that meant nothing but trouble. Asael wanted to scream through their bond for him to just shut up and not aggravate the situation. He would have if their magic wasn't being cut off, "Have you changed your mind about being a bigoted asshole?"

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Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag @drchenquill (here)!

This is a scene that will take place a bit further down the line in Supernova Initiative but I wrote it today and couldn't wait to share it so here it is!

(Spoilers for Supernova Initiative under the cut)

The door wooshed open and Zenyth stormed into the room, his boot's heels clacking loudly as he walked, practically stomping on the polished stark white concrete. "Where the fuck is Jasper?!"

In the high table, the Syndicate looked down upon him with a myriad of different expressions - a mocking, patronizing air being the main one.

The High Councilman, sitting in the center of the half-circle that was the table, answered lazily, barely looking up from the holographic screen in front of him. "Somewhere else, until you fulfill your end of the bargain. Are you certain that's pertinent information as it stands?"

Zenyth seethed, closing his hands into fists "He's my son! Of course, that's 'pertinent' information. You have no right- "

The man looked at him then, a smug smirk on his face and a condescending lilt to his voice that made Zenyth want him dead even more "But we do," He tapped his fingers on the shiny lacquer surface of the table, "You should've thought of that before dealing with us. We want those weapons, and you assured us AstroCorp would provide them."

Zenyth smiled, so vitriolic it seemed more like a snarl than an actual smile. All things considered, the latter was probably more suitable to the context.

"And my company will provide those weapons, as was agreed, once I see the benefit in allying my resources with your cause. And kidnapping my son isn't doing your case any favors here."

The High Councilman cut him off, teasing "Oh, since when did you - an anarchist, the most infamous weapons dealer in the system - start being picky with your clientele? Isn't your whole M.O. 'profit before anything else'? You don't exactly have the moral high ground, anywhere."

Zenyth answered, crossing his arms over his chest, " That may be true - but as a businessman, I want to ensure I'm siding with the winning side. There's no profit in funding a lost cause, much less in a civil war. That would just be bad business." He tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued, narrowing his eyes "Either way, my son has nothing to do with this - he has, literally, nothing to do with the deal. Or with the company."

The other's smirk grew even more unbearable and his voice dripped saccharine like rotten candy "Well, now he does. Besides, I'm starting to like this new arrangement quite a lot - the genius founder of AstroCorp is now my obedient puppet, ready to supply as many weapons as I need, whenever I require them. For as long as my army needs him to. Quite beneficial."

The other members of the Syndicate, who had been rather silent until then, exchanged a look - a silent toast to their not-so-small victory. He should've seen this coming. After all, this was a business of sharks and any weakness would be sniffed out like blood in the water from a mile away - Zenyth cringed at how overconfident he'd been to think he had the upper hand.

Still, that didn't wound his boldness. In fact, the amount of paternal rage he was feeling right now only bolstered his defiance. He gave the High Councilman a venomous glare and this time, he was the one who smirked. "Or... maybe one day you'll wake up to a bomb under your bed and that shit-eating grin of yours will get splattered into smithereens halfway across the galaxy with everything in this fucking base if you don't give me back my son."

Hushed whispers from between the members of the council echoed from the high table and around the vast hall. The two men glared at each other for a long moment, but then the High Councilman broke the silence.

With a laugh.

"Are you sure you want to make that threat?" The older man asked, standing up, before gesturing at the holographic screen in front of him, casually, as if Zenyth's prior threats were no more than the annoying buzz of a fly "Because I've got at least five, very trigger-happy, soldiers waiting in the other line - and they're itching to hear their next command."

Zenyth said nothing in response, mouth forming a thin line as he took in the implications of the not-so-unspoken threat. His eyes practically boiled with rage, and if a glare could kill, each one of the Syndicate's members would be dead a long time ago.

The High Councilman leaned forward, "Thought so. Are we in an understanding?"

Zenyth took a long while to answer, simmering in his anger and using all of his willpower not to do something irreversible right now. After a long, drawn-out moment that felt like a whole minute, he answered "Yes."

With that, he didn't even wait for the other to say anything else and spun in his heels and beelined it out of the hall as fast as he could. Mind racing, his thoughts were torn between the impulsive urge to kill the entire Syndicate and trying to figure out a way to locate his son.

And he knew exactly who to call to bring this place crashing down.

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OC Picrew Tag

I found another, really cool, Picrew! And I made some of the cast from Supernova Initiative! The only thing I disliked is that there wasn't much of a variety of skin tones or face shapes, so it was a rather limited Picrew, but still somewhat a fun Picrew for some of my silly OCs and I just wanted to share some of my new characters lol

Kye Thalax

Jasper Astrophell

Meridian Shardd

Jack Tithus

Zenyth Astrophell

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