Wei Under The Plum Blossom Tree

Wei under the plum blossom tree

Reworked Character #1: Marco Rossi

POTENTIAL TRIGGER: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death and torture.

Real name: Marchrius Dennis Rossi

Alias: Intelligent Soldier

Occupation: Major of the P.F. Squad

Retirement plans: Start a computer company and foster a bunch of kittens

Special skills: Leadership, proficiency in lightweight firearms, computer science, intimidation tactics, and drunken-style boxing

Hobbies: Creating artificial intelligence and technological viruses from scratch, calculating complex mathematical equations and running times of computer programs in his head, going to the shooting gallery to practice his aim, stargazing, and journaling

Likes: His quick mental calculation, the warm glow of campfires, going on smoke breaks with Tarma, his remaining friends, and philosophical debates

Dislikes: Large lines in front of restaurants, being wrongfully distracted from work, hearing mentions of any sexual activity, computer crashes paired with slow Internet, and torture

Favourite food: Chinese noodles (preferably its mildly spicy), and barbecued burgers and hotdogs with onions and honey-flavoured carrots

Sexuality: Sex-repulsed, aromantic asexual

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Blood type: A-

Weight: 162 lbs. (73.48 cm)

Design: He's a 5' 7" (170.18 cm) Italian-American ectomorph with average musculature, broad shoulders, ivory skin, a cleft chin, and dull turquoise eyes. He has a prosthetic left arm made of metal plates and flexible wires, built by Tarma. Marco has strawberry blonde, wavy hair with a large forelock, sideburns, stubble, and a left glass eye that's a lighter shade of turquoise. He has accumulated several battle scars: a few stab wounds on his right shoulder; a deep slice mark extending from the left side of his nose bridge to the back of his trapezius muscle; multiple lacerations and severe burns on his back; vertical cuts on his right forearm; a large patch of scar tissue on his right lumbar region; and bullet wounds on both calves and one on his left thigh.

Marco's military gear consists of a white headband, a metal dog tag necklace with his name, a platinum grey sleeveless shirt, a crimson vest with four pockets, and khaki-green army cargo pants tucked into his combat boots. He also wears olive green paratrooper boots, a leather belt, mahogany gloves, a sheath for his combat knife, and a gun holster for his trusty handgun. His vest features two hidden strapped compartments, capable of holding up to two firearms, and boasts an embroidered logo of the P.F. Squad on the back. The pockets of Marco's army cargo pants carry two boxes of cigars, while his vest contains a gilded lighter he found in Gerhardt City, a black case for his reading glasses, and an old photograph of pre-teen him, his father, and his childhood cat.

Over his shirt, he wears a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. His right forearm is wrapped in worn gauze, and he wears two black bandoliers that form an X-shape, holding bullets for his handgun. Marco carries a khaki-green load-bearing backpack containing tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, and his red-orange laptop, used to create viruses to breach enemy cybersecurity.

Personality: He's a charismatic leader and workaholic who takes immense pride in his high intellect, computer expertise, and masculinity. His stoic demeanour is a constant, making it challenging for him to show humour or vulnerability. He struggles with major depressive disorder and unresolved trauma stemming from his experiences during the First Morden War, where he was tortured and witnessed the brutal slaughter of multiple comrades and friends. While Marco tends to internalise his emotions, he has learned to open up to trusted individuals when his burdens become too overwhelming to bear alone. He deeply cares about his friends and will stop at nothing to protect them, even if it means putting his own life at risk.

Despite his gentle and taciturn nature, he's capable of being ruthless and will fly into a deep rage when General Morden's name is mentioned near him. He's a socially awkward loner who doesn't tolerate distractions and has a strong fear of losing his current friends. Marco is prone to getting stressed out easily, which has led him to develop a chain-smoking habit and spend lots of time with his "dramatic lil' princess" (his cat). He finds great comfort in the presence of his best friend, Tarma, thanks to his breezy and optimistic attitude. Additionally, he cherishes his calico shorthair cat, Perifa, a heartwarming gift from Fio.

Whenever he's had too much to drink, he starts to act rowdy, easy-going, overly affectionate, and clingy. When sexual activity is mentioned, he reacts with extreme discomfort as he finds it to be disgusting. He’ll either become nauseous or start gagging, displaying expressions of strong distaste towards the person discussing the topic. He'll only lose his temper with others if they constantly distract him, say something extremely rude to him or his friends, or intend to hurt his loved ones. Although he tends to have a pessimistic outlook on life, he sometimes manages to see the brighter side of things.

Backstory: Marchrius Dennis Rossi was born on April 13, 2005, in Twin Falls, Idaho, United States. Marco's mother was absent from his life, but his father, Salvatore Rossi, tried his best to provide for him despite working at a dead-end office job. Marco struggled to make friends and often looked sad when he saw other children with their mothers, which his father noticed. To cheer him up, his father brought home a longhaired black and orange cat, which sparked Marco's love for felines. As a result of his childhood cat's fondness for eating bugs, he affectionately named her Grubley. At the age of five, his father introduced him to the world of computing, igniting a passion for computer science that would last a lifetime. Salvatore was always supportive of Marco and his passions, encouraging him to excel in school, chase his dreams, and make the most of the opportunities life has to offer.

Marco knew he had an uncle, but his father forbade him from seeing him. Salvatore had warned him that his uncle was untrustworthy due to his con artist lifestyle and struggled with alcoholism. However, he was permitted to visit his aunt and grandparents, who were incredibly kind. They encouraged him to appreciate nature and the simple things in life, rather than spending all his time on the computer. He has fond memories of his grandfather teaching him how to barbecue. His grandmother, an immigrant from Italy, taught him some Italian and often shared photographs she had taken in her home country before moving to the United States.

Despite being bullied by many students for being "friendless" and "weird”, he excelled in all his classes, achieving high marks in mathematics and computer science courses. Before graduating from a state technical high school, Salvatore died due to health complications caused by an incurable disease, and Grubley peacefully passed away in her sleep shortly after, which devastated him.

The last gift his father gave him was a red-orange laptop, intended as a graduation present. Instead of letting this tragedy bring him down, he channelled it into motivation to strengthen his resilience and independence. Marco decided to attend officer's school at the Academy of Special Technologies and subsequently joined the prestigious Peregrine Falcons Squad shortly after graduation.

Unlike many of his peers, he quickly distinguished himself through his exceptional leadership skills and computer expertise, earning him a spot as first lieutenant and leader of the P.F. Squad. This was also when he met Tarma, forming a fast friendship over shared interests and a couple of beers. Tarma was his first real friend, whom he holds dear, despite viewing him as a maniacal and silly gearhead. Through his friendship with Tarma, he discovered the value of having friends and stepped out of his comfort zone to befriend the other members of the P.F. Squad.

Unlike many of his peers, he quickly distinguished himself through his exceptional leadership skills and computer expertise, earning him a spot as first lieutenant and leader of the P.F. Squad. This was also when he met Tarma, forming a fast friendship after discussing their interests and having a couple of beers. Tarma was his first real friend, whom he holds dear, despite viewing him as a maniacal and silly gearhead. Through his friendship with Tarma, he discovered the value of having friends and stepped out of his comfort zone to befriend the other members of the P.F. Squad.

During the first coup led by General Morden, he scraped together the remnants of the Regular Army government forces to reassemble the P.F. Squad. He became the leader of the governmental resistance against General Morden but at a great cost. As he, his comrades, and his friends were approaching the last known base of the Rebel Army, disaster struck. General Morden and his soldiers ambushed them, seizing the opportunity to decimate the remnants of the P.F. Squad, leaving Marco with mental and physical scars that would haunt him forever. 

Marco endured unimaginable suffering at the hands of General Morden, Allen O'Neil, and the Rebel soldiers, who brutally tortured him, gouged out his left eye, and severed his left arm. The cruelty continued as Morden forced Marco to witness the slaughter and torture of his comrades and friends. Devastated by the losses and horrors he experienced, Marco teetered on the brink of giving up. He was even convinced that his best friend, Tarma, had perished, plunging him into a deep depression.

However, Tarma managed to escape the Rebel Army's clutches and staged a daring rescue, reuniting with Marco. With Tarma's emotional support and his own newfound rage, Marco found the strength to keep fighting. Together, they became legendary heroes, ultimately defeating Morden and restoring world peace. Marco's bravery earned him the distinguished title of Major.

Marco continued to lead the P.F. Squad together with Tarma, who is the true linchpin of the special army strike force. Alongside Tarma and two new recruits, Fio and Eri, Marco took part in a second mission that thwarted General Morden's second coup before it could even begin. Following this success, Marco attempted to resign, but his higher-ups quickly denied his request. They insisted on his participation in a mission to eliminate the remaining remnants of the Rebel Army and other operations addressing threats to global peace such as the Martians.

First Impressions - Jing Yuan

Word Count: 621

POV: Second Person

Commission for: myself

Note: this is ocxcc! I wrote it in second person, yes, but this is ocxcc!

When you guys arrived on the Luofu you didn’t expect to be running around like chickens with your heads cut off saving people. Welt explained that the Luofu is generally a serene and peaceful environment, but that this time was much different. You already knew what lied ahead, having played the game and all, but decided to stay quiet about it for the time being. Everything had gone smoothly so far, even despite the small differences. You didn’t want to accidentally fuck anything up.

“The Ambrosial Arbor sure is pretty.” March 7th commented, “So that tree is what keeps everyone alive for so long?”

“It is a plague mark,” Welt explained, “planted by the Aeon of the Abundance, if my readings are right.”

“But the people of the Luofu still see it with such grandeur.” you said. “Right?”

“I wouldn’t say everyone does,” Welt said, “though, that foxian lady did.”

“Tingyun?” March 7th said, “Yeah. She’s giving me a weird vibe.”

“You’re not alone in that.” Welt responded.

You shrugged to Stelle, who shrugged back in response. Stelle looked at March 7th and Welt before sighing and heading into the Seat of Divine Foresight. Stelle had always been a quiet one among the Astral Express, being a Stellaron and all. You never knew what she was thinking, what she thought, or how she felt about the whole thing. She mostly kept to herself, silently working in peace as the rest of you went around talking to people. She never seemed like much of a sociable person, but you two had been able to get close to one another.

The Divine Seat of Foresight was really a sight. Such a beautiful indoor library/office area with guards all around. In the front area there was something akin to a game of checkers on the projection. It was almost like a human sized checkerboard. You and the rest went up the stairs leading to the rest of the place, which is where Jing Yuan stood smiling and greeting you all.

“Hello there, nice to finally meet in person.”

The projection of himself did not do that man any justice. He was very tall (and you were only 5’) reaching to about 6’6, with big bulky armor that made his chest pop. He had this smile that reminded you of a cat, the way his lips curled up into a smile. It was almost as if you could draw whiskers on his face and he wouldn’t look any different. He also had this air of authority around him, but had a sense of gentleness too. You weren’t afraid of him, and it seemed like he didn’t want to make you afraid of him.

Throughout the conversation you realized that he was actually smart, not that you doubted him, but that he was clever. He knew how to strategically get around the mara-struck people and deal with the intruders around them. It had seemed like he thought of everything up to this point, and even then he was still planning what to do for the future. He was a kind man, offering you guys a place to stay in the Luofu (which March 7th was wary of) as you stayed for the unforeseeable future.

He seemed gentle and friendly, but also a good leader too. The way he knew what to do and what steps to take next. He really did earn the title of “General” with how well thought out his plans were, even if he did keep some of them to himself. As far as you knew, the General was loyal to the Luofu and was willing to do anything to protect it. He was proud of all that he had accomplished so far in terms of the Luofu.

Maybe that was what drew you to him the most.

«"OCs with no historical accuracy or record go in red"»

Humanity:

✧ Yao Dàiyù - Empress of the Qin Dynasty "Qín shì ruanyù".

✧ Prince Fusu - [Ex] heir to the throne of the Qin Dynasty.

✧ Prince Huhai - Second Emperor of Qin "Qin Er Shi"

✧ Ying Kaiyan - Noble Prince of the reigning royalty

✧ Ying Feiyù - Second noble Prince of the reigning royalty

✧ Ying Xiuying - Noble Princess of the reigning royalty

✧ Xu Fu - Alchemist and explorer of the Qin Dynasty

✧ Jing Ke - Youxia / Attempted murdered of Qin Shi Huang

Divine humans / Half-caste:

✧ Atalanta - Artemis' champion; member of the argonauts

✧ Yao Huoyi - The Empress right hand; Yao Yuèying

✧ Han Zhong - Qin Dynasty's herbalist and Daoist Xian ("Trascendent")

✧ Pandora - First human in Greece "All-gifted/giving"

Valkyries:

✧ Hlaðguðr Svanvit - "White swan"

✧ Eir - "Protection, help, mercy"

Deities:

✧ Neptune - Roman deity of the seas and equines

✧ Venus - Roman deity of beauty, love, prosperity and victory.

Eri and Leon ^^

my little chubby girl with her boo

Hi! Not wanting to annoy you, but do you have any headcanons about Sora & Susano'o?

Whoever you are, thank you!!!

Susora Headcanons

Sora and Susano'o don't wear wedding rings as Sora doesn't like Rings (she gets scared if they get stuck)

Sora gets easily flustered when she gets compliments or a kiss on her lips or face.

Sora is a Yapper but also loves to hear Susano’o talking about Swords cause of his expressions

I will write more in here when I can think take this one Susano’o picture!!