Thursday, 29 December 2011

Random - an OC who can't hurt people for Kalia.

Name: Spongeball Roundpants.

Gender: None.

Age: 500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.


Personality: None.

Weapons: None.

History: Was a ball, continued to be a ball, and things were very ballish for it.

Vehicle: None.

Friends: None, as it is a ball.

Monday, 24 October 2011

Unit 13

A group which I will be doing a fanfic on, as soon as I've finished these OCs.

Name: Unit 13 - (no one knows the names of the members) Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon and Zeta (code names).

Ages: Unknown.

Appearances: Every single member wears silver body armour, and silver full-face helmets. As shown below (HALO picture, just concentrate on the helmet and the body armour):

Personalities: Unknown.

Magical Abilities: All of them are Elementals.

Occupation: A squad of ex-soldiers who have saved the world more times than any of them can remember. They are usually employed by the Sanctuary, but need no help from them to be moved into taking action against a bad guy.

Weapons: Each of them carries a XM8 Prototype rifle, and have near-perfect aiming. That is only their main weapon: They carry pistols, swords and knives as well. On top of that, their body armour enhances their muscles due to robotics, and makes them extra-strong. Beta and Epsilon have specialised weapons, as Beta is a good engineer, and Epsilon is a good sniper, however, they both carry XM8 rifles as well.

Mode of Transport: A black Apache helicopter, as they generally parachute into target locations. Zeta (the pilot) normally says with the helicopter during missions, for a quick get away.

History: The group was formed during the magical war with Mevolent. They led a strike team into Lord Vile's HQ, and faced him, but only managed to injure him, before he escaped. It is rumoured they have something to do with the death of Mevolent himself, but it is unknown what.
During every large battle in the last century, they have been involved in, in some way. They are more of a strike team than an actual army.

Fighting Style-

Alpha, the squad leader, was the first to jump out of the black Apache helicopter. The rotar blades thudded around them in regular motions, and the dark sky was perfect for their stealth. Alpha went into free fall, and looked up as Beta, Gamma and Epsilon followed him.
He spread his arms out, and directed himself towards the building that was their target by pushing the air. He screamed towards the large factory, completely invisible in the moonlight.
When he estimated that he was within slowing distance, he pulled a cord that was coming out from his plastic backpack. There was a jolt as his parachute opened, and he fell towards the large factory-type building that lay below him. The wind was whistling past his helmet, and as he neared the target, he took a grenade from his belt and took the pin out.
He threw the grenade at the building, it bounced on the roof before exploding. It shattered the bricks around it and made a hole below Alpha. He disappeared through the hole in the roof, and landed on a stone floor.
Alpha raised his XM8 Prototype rifle, just as Beta, Gamma and Epsilon landed next to him.
A man was crouched over a computer screen, watching as a timer counted down from 1 hour.
"Freeze!" Alpha shouted, aiming his rifle at the man, "Stop the nuclear blast or you'll die."
The man turned around, "Unit 13, how very good timing. I was just about to decrease the time limit by half."
Beta growled, "How can you use a magical/nuclear bomb to destroy the world, you scum?"
The man smiled, "This bomb is a stroke of genius. It fires a nuclear blast, aided by magic, which will destroy the whole world, I am not scum, I am a genius."
Gamma sighed, "We're going to have to put a bullet in his head, aren't we?"
Epsilon nodded, "I believe we are."
Each of their voices sounded exactly the same due to a voice transformer built into their helmets. It distorted their voices, and made them unrecognisable.
Alpha twitched his rifle, "Stop the countdown, now."
"And you really think I'd try and destroy the world without help, don't you?" the man asked, and a door to Alpha's left opened. Another one to Gamma's right slid open with a hiss, and hundreds of zombies piled into the large room.
"Oh..." Alpha managed to say, just as the zombie horde closed in on them.
They stumbled towards them, mouthes open, a hungry look in their eyes. Alpha spun around, and fired a full magazine of bullets into the horde. Zombie after zombie was mown down by the rounds, but the ones behind them quickly filled in the gaps.
They were forced into a tight circle, firing randomly into the crowd. Thirty perished in seconds. A hundred in less than a minute. The zombies were all around them now, jaws clenching together with the thought of having brains for their dinner.
Beta dropped to his knees and emptied a magazine of bullets at knee-level at the zombies. Those shot collapsed and were crushed.
Alpha slotted another magazine into his gun just as a zombie broke from the wall of bullets and tried to bite him. He responded by grabbing the zombie by the throat, taking a grenade from his belt, taking the pin out, and stuffing it in the zombie's mouth. Alpha pushed the zombie away, and he stumbled back into the centre of the ring of zombies which surrounded Unit 13.
There was an explosion as the grenade detonated. The air was full of the dying screams of zombies, and smoke from the grenade explosion. It had left a hole in the floor, which a few zombies fell through, but the others pressed onwards.
Alpha couldn't see the rest of his team among the continous stream of zombies, but could hear their guns thudding around him.
Blood splattered the front of his silver armour and he fired more bullets at the zombies. Their numbers were dwindling now, only around thirty of them were left. He could see Beta, Gamma and Epsilon now. Alpha pushed the air and sent the zombies around him flying against the wall. He then drained the moisture from the air and threw it in a ball of water. It hit the zombies and he immediately changed the temperature in the air and froze the undead humans where they stood.
He walked up to them, clearing a space with his knife, and kicked the frozen zombies. They shattered on contact with his foot, and he smiled to himself inside his helmet.
Gamma despatched the last zombie with a pistol bullet to the head, and they closed in on the man who had built the magical-nuclear bomb.
"You thought that a few hundred zombies could defeat us?" Alpha snarled, "Now, turn off the bomb."
The man shook his head, "Nope."
Alpha sighed, aimed his rifle, and shot the man three times between the eyes. He was dead before he hit the floor.
The count down was clicking down now, only forty minutes left to save the world. Gamma stepped forward and started tapping away at the keyboard. After a few seconds, a single box came up on screen, "Access Denied".
"He's got it encrypted!" Gamma shouted, "Damn idiot."
"Move back." Beta sighed, drawing a rocket launcher from his back. Gamma walked behind Alpha, not wanting to be blown to pieces. Beta shouldered the rocket launcher and fired a missile at the computer at the opposite side of the room.
The missile exploded on impact, and the computer blew up, along with a huge chunk off the wall.
The bomb had been switched off by Beta's "shoot first and ask questions later" attitude.
Unit 13 aimed their wrists at the roof and fired grappling hooks at the ceiling. They pulled themselves through the hole they had entered through, just as Zeta let down a ladder from the helicopter. They climbed up.
Another mission completed.

Friday, 30 September 2011

Lauren Darkness (A.K.A. The Dark Princess)

Again, a thought from Aquila that if Lara lives in my blog, she's around with loads of boys all the time, so therefore I'm making someone to keep her company.

Name: Lauren Darkness (A.K.A. The Dark Princess).

Age: 120 (looks eighteen).

Appearance: Long, black, straight hair and brown eyes. She is generally pretty, but at night, her eyes sparkle. She normally wears a black t-shirt and black jeans, but when she has a "mission" she wears a black mask which covers the front of her head, to keep her identity a secret, and some black body armour.

Personality: In the day, a nice, kind, and friendly person who dislikes violence. On a night, she becomes an assassin, but a good assassin, who kills everyone who plans to destroy the world. She is well known, and very feared.

Powers: Necromancy, she has got lots of things she has inhabited with her power. Such as: Twin katanas she has strapped to her back during the night time; twin pistols she carries strapped to her thighs; her body armour itself, and her mask. She has the most weapons used by any Necromancer, but isn't necessarily the most powerful, but uses her abilities wisely and is very effective at killing people, even those who are stronger than her.

Occupation: Secret assassin.

Weapons: As said under "Powers:", she has a pair of twin katanas and twin pistols. However, she also carries 2 large throwing star-shaped objects which can be used to either throw or slice. These aren't inhabited by Necromancy.

Vehicle: None.

History: At the age of 21, she was one of the most powerful Necromancers alive, she had been thought of as the Death Bringer, until she learned what the Passage entailed and then quit. The Necromancers hunted after her, but she managed to evade them and now works for the Sanctuary for black ops, but only rarely, and in the most extreme of circumstances.
At the age of a hundred, however, she went up against the Jitter Girls during the daytime. They ambushed her and she didn't stand a chance. Just as they were about to kill her, The Dark Princess awoke and managed to subdue them with ease. This was the first time it happened, and from then she became a different person at night, every night. Nothing can stop her changing, but in life threatening circumstances, The Dark Princess will save her life, but unfortunately doesn't have a sense of friendship, she only wants to kill the bad guys.

Likes: Lamps, soft toys and books.

Dislikes: Her alternative identity.

Friends: Few and far between, people tend not to trust her because of her alternative identity. Her friends are mainly: Kallista Pendragon, Aquila Felis, Dragona Pine, Grindor Blackout, Lara Exquatic and Cabader.

Fighting Style:

Lauren Darkness sprinted down the alleyway, her trainers slapping on the wet ground. It was 8:57, only three minutes before she changed.
Her chasers, black-clad armed men, followed her. She could hear their footsteps as they ran after her.
A bullet whined close to her head and she ducked instinctively.
She veered left down an ajoining alley, and sprinted the length of it.
Suddenly, she felt something collide with her from behind. She was sent sprawling along the floor as one of the black-clad figures closed in on her.
"You should have stayed at home, girl." one of the figures said, reaching inside his jacket and taking out a gun. He pointed it at her.
Lauren Darkness went away, and for a few seconds, her body was cold.
The Dark Princess snapped her head up, slamming her black mask into the muzzle of the pistol the man was carrying. The pistol snapped into three pieces, and the man looked down at his gun in shock.
"You haven't caught me at a good time." The Dark Princess snarled, as black body armour formed around her.
The men took a cautious step backwards.
"Scared now, aren't you?" she growled, "And rightfully so."
The shadows swirled around her and twin swords materialised on her back. She drew them, the blades black and shadows writhed around them.
She flung her swords, and thousands of sharp shadows impaled the figure who once had the gun in his hand. A mist of blood sprayed though the air and The Dark Princess laughed, whilst using the shadows to keep the figure stood up.
She moved, so their faces were inches apart, "That is for chasing me." she snarled, then waved her hand and the shadows pulled themselves out.
One of the other figures took out a pistol and fired a bullet at her. Without even blinking, the shadows moved and intercepted the bullet, and then spat it back out. It hit the wall centimetres away from the figure's head, covering him with bits of rubble.
The figure pushed the air, just as several other figures came from an ajoining alleyway and made a circle around her, many with flames in their hands.
She snarled, and held her swords in the air using strands of shadows. With her free hands, she took two large circular objects from her belt, and moved them quickly. Ten blades came from each one, and she threw them at each side of her. The men had no time to dodge them. Four were decapitated instantly, and the circular blades spun into the darkness, then a second later returned to The Dark Princess' hands, killing two more people in the process. The ground beneath her feet was slippery with blood, but she grew shadows from her armour to keep her from falling.
She had a wall of shadows around her as the four remaining men fired bullets and threw fireballs at her.
As they paused to reload their weapons, she striked.
She made the shadows throw both her swords at two of the men, they were impaled, and slumped whilst the shadows kept them standing.
She spun, and launched the sharp, circular objects again. They decapitated the impaled men and she made the metal blades return to her hands. The swords were still kept up by the shadows which formed a bubble around the back of her.
One of the two remaining men pushed the air, but she jumped over it, spun, dropped to her knees and made the shadows thrust the blades outwards, straight through the chests of the two men. They dropped, and she smiled.
The shadows curled around her, and she vanished.

Saturday, 10 September 2011

Emit Sargo

I had an idea... ^^

Name: Emit Sargo.

Gender: Male.

Age: 41, looks 23.

Appearance: Tall, skinny and has short black hair.

Clothes: Jeans, T-shirt, jacket and trainers.

Personality: Friendly, Emit gets all the best lines during fights and has a good sense of humour.

Nationality: German. His "mother tongue" is English but he does know quite a lot of German. He only has the slightest hint of a German accent.

Magical Ability: A type of teleporter but far more advanced. He can change position, but it can be anywhere, not just places he's been. Not only can he change position, but he can also move back and forwards in time. Hence his name "Emit" which is "Time" backwards.

Weapons: An EMP blaster rifle from the year 2075. It fires a EMP pulse which can disrupt most electrical objects as well as delivering the force of a rocket launcher to its desired target. The gun itself is based on the Heckler & Koch XM8 Prototype. It has a pistol built in to the gun itself, as shown on the picture. The pistol is also an EMP gun.

Vehicle: An Audi R8 SuperJet 10-21 from the year 2123. The car itself looks no different to any other, but it's very special.
For starters, it has an AI in it, known as Bob. Bob learns as he gets older and can drive the car by himself. The Audi generates an invisible force field around it which can take immense damage without faltering. Inside the car, it has a prototype weapons system. The lights change into multi-barrelled machine guns, the roof changes into a plasma cannon and a rocket launcher appears from the bonnet.
The car used technology from 2123 to become able to fly. Although the interior doesn't change, the wheels fold up and a blue light is emitted from underneath when it flies. It becomes a "hover car".

Likes: His car, his friends, his gun and travelling back in time.

Dislikes: Zombies, Remnants and people who don't appriciate him.

History: He was born in 2114 and got into some trouble with the law. He has been hunted down by them ever since, and they occupy a time machine. He can never be safe from them, and went back to 2011 to go into hiding. There he met friends, and has chosen to say there, using his knowledge of the future to help and assist his friends. He hasn't got many friends as people choose not to trust him.

Friends: Kallista Pendragon, Aquila Felis, Isabella Midnight, Grindor Blackout and Skulduggery Pleasant.

Saturday, 13 August 2011


This is another one of my OCs, he's going to be used in my Dragona Pine Starting Point fanfic.

Name: Cabader. He has no last name.

Age: 90, looks nothing.

Gender: Male.

Personality: Cabader hardly speaks, he only says something when spoken to or he has an idea. If he's set on a mission, he will complete it under any circumstances and protect his friends whilst doing so. He can kill people with no regret, but will protect the innocent and people who he cares about. In battle he is ruthless and deadly.


Sorry about the mix up with pictures there, I tried to get them right but it didn't work. So, to sum up: Black Motorcycle helmet, a black jacket which he has zipped up all the time, black outdoor/motorcycle trousers, black outdoor gloves and black outdoor boots. He never takes them off, and never changes.

Nationality: English.

Accent: Synthesised and robotic, but more human than the traditional robot voice. Speaks without using apostrophes, like instead of "I'm", "I am."

History: He was a soldier in WWII, fighting on the border between Germany and France. After a successful take-over of an enemy trench, he was shot five times by a German machine gun. He died from his injuries, but his spirit didn't move on.
A few hours after he was killed, his spirit was found by a dark mage called Travisan. Travisan made a body for Cabader out of pieces of a broken soul catcher, Cabader's old uniform and parts of the machine gun that had killed him. His head was the barrel of the machine gun, and his body was infused with magic so that it could operate, and he could fire bullets from his head. His arms could form blades and other assorted weapons. He used his machine gun head to kill the six German soldiers who had killed him.
After getting his revenge, he realised he couldn't remember anything from his previous life except for his death, and became more aware of the world.
He realised that Travisan was about to destroy the world by summoning Faceless Ones to Earth, and set about stopping him.
The fight lasted three hours, and in which time, Cabader suffered twenty two blows to the head, from bolts of magic which Travisan fired at him. He should have died again from his injuries, but he suffered no physical wounds.
To test his newly found immortality, he set himself against another German machine gun. He was hit forty times in the chest and head, but the bullets bounced back at the machine gun and made it explode, killing the soldiers.
He remained in the war until it ended, and then was lonely until the year 1998, where he found a friend.
Cabader met Thor in a bar, when he was 4, and with his mum, despite the fact it is impossible for Cabader to eat or drink. A few years later, when Thor was 9, he found a way to change what Cabader's body looked like, after an accident, and found suitable clothing for him. The clothing Thor gave him is his permenant outfit, but with a few modifications.
The arms are made of metal, and he can sprout blades from his wrists, knuckles, elbows and shoulders. In his forearm, he can slide out the machine gun that killed him and fire bullets from it.
He was an elemental before he died, and traces of his powers remain.
He is only called in by the Sanctuary under extreme circumstances, such as Faceless Ones and possible global destruction.

Powers: Cabader is indestructable to any form of violence that hits him. As he is a spirit wearing clothes, he cannot get hurt. The materials that contain him are indestructable also, so his clothes cannot wear, or get ripped by anything. Blades bend, or bounce off him, bullets are sent back to the person who fired them and bones will break on any violent contact with him. As he was an elemental before he died, he can control fire. It's the only trace of his once great power that remains, but he is a master at it. Oddly, his visor for his helmet glows orange when he controls flames.
Due to the parts of the soul catcher in his clothing, and it contains a good spirit, it glows white instead of throbbing black like ordinary soul catchers. On a night, cracks of white light can be seen through the gaps of his clothing and the last person to call him "The Human Nightlight" was unfortunately killed by a hail of machine gun bullets that hit him in the head at point blank range.

Weapons: As said in the history, Cabader can sprout weapons from his arms due to robotic implants made by Thor, using parts of weapons that Travisan made for him. He is a master at using his machine gun, killing people with blades that he can make shorter or longer to his will, but he can also fire shrukiens at enemies.

Friends: Thor, Kallista Pendragon, Israel Elysium, Grindor Blackout and Aquila Felis. The only people who know of his existence and past who are not part of the sanctuary.

Phrase To Sum Him Up: "He's not a bad guy, he's just a very twisted good guy."

Thursday, 4 August 2011

The Revengors

Okay. This is a creature which is going to appear on my "Dragona Pine :  Starting Point" fanfic, so I thought that I would tell you a bit about it.

The Revengors.

Species Name: The Revengors (pronounced "Revenge-ors.")

Appearance: Can be up to ten metres tall, although most of them are about two or under, they have brown skin with sharp claws and teeth, capable of chewing anything it comes across. They have spikes running down their spine and a club made of bone on the end of their tail. They stand on two legs, but can move quicker on four. They have no visible eyes, but instead rely on sound waves like bats, but much more effective. They can see a pin head at a distance of six miles away.

Home: A planet that Grindor once accidentally made a portal too. They slipped through it and reached Earth. The planet is of unknown location and size.

Language: The Revengors communicate in a series of growls and roars.

Diet: Carnivore.

Behaviour: Ruthless and deadly, will kill anything that moves, and only eat half of what it kills. Mostly pack hunters.

Possible Damage Caused: If a single Revengor was left in London, everyone in it would be dead within a day.

Abilities: The power to create portals, like Grindor Blackout. They can only be summoned by people who can create portals, and teleporters. As well as that, they can only be killed by the person who summoned them, others just slow them down. Even the most powerful of mages can't kill them unless they were the ones who brought them to Earth. Bad news for everyone on the planet if the teleporter or portal-maker is killed.

Intelligence: A bit less than a human, but smart nevertheless. Smart enough to make traps, plan ahead and communicate. If several of them got in our world, they would become the dominant species.

Monday, 25 July 2011

Grindor Blackout

Name: Grindor Blackout, or "Grin" for short.

Gender: Male.

Age: 1641 (he can't remember his exact age), but he looks 19.

Appearance: Tall. He has short brown hair and bright blue eyes. People have said that they can see shadows "dancing" across his eyeballs.

Casual - White hoodie (Never puts his hood up), blue t-shirt, dark jeans and white trainers.
Stealth - Black hoodie (has his hood up), black hockey mask to cover his face, black t-shirt, black jeans and black trainers.

Powers: Natural born mage, has had his powers since birth. He's an Adept. He can draw magic from the air and unleash it in blasts or bolts, which are red in colour, and create portals to anywhere he thinks about, and next to anyone who he thinks about. His portal creating ability may be connected with the shadows moving around his eyeballs. The portals take about ten seconds to make, so he doesn't use them for battle unless it is long range.

Personality: Kind, caring, a great sense of humour, would risk his life to save his friends. During battle he is deadly, using his magic bolts and blasts to seriously injure, and kill his enemies.

Weapons: Two long hunting knives for close-combat fighting, and a Heckler & Koch P30 (a pistol - ) the pistol has been infused with magical energy from his bolts, and therefore can penetrate any material, no matter how thick or strong it is, the bullet appearance remains the same.

Occupation: Ex-police officer. Still has some contacts in the force so it's easy to remain hidden from the law. He was kicked out after he killed someone accidentally after making a portal to space and tripped over, therefore pushing the criminal into the sun. His first words after it "Oops.", just before he got arrested and served thirty years in prison.

History: He was born in a celtic village, he worked as a way of getting to hunt animals for food. When he was seven, his village was destroyed by an evil wizard. He managed to escape through a portal, and therefore surviving the attack. He hunted down the destroyer of his village and killed him, when he was thirteen. When he reached nineteen, his body didn't age any longer, and even at an age of 1641, he still moves and acts as though he was young.
He has been building on his magical powers since the attack on his village, but has only learned how to control them in last decade.
Grindor joined the police force in 1971, and was arrested in the same year. He spent 30 years in prison, until 2001, and then learned to control his powers.
He picked up his P30 pistol in 2009, and infused magic with it.
Grindor Blackout currently lives in Ireland, in a large house on the outskirts of Dublin, despite his age, he isn't smart at all.

Friends: Everyone's OC who comes on the blog. Yes, that's just so much easier than writing them all out. SO YOU ARE ALL INCLUDED! :P

Vehicle: An Audi R10 TDI. Like that is road legal...

He owns a black BMW M3, too.

Oh, and a pickup, a Toyota Hilux, black in colour.

Did I mention that he's rich? It's a good excuse to have a big house and such cars :P

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Just a random OC.

I just felt like making another OC. Feel free to use it in your stories, but he's a very mysterious and powerful character.

Name: Unknown (no one knows his actual name) people refer to him as "Hawk."
Gender: Male
Age: 100, looks 20.
Occupation: Ninja, or if the price is right, Ninja Assassin.
Magic: Adept, has two powers: 1. All movements of his are silent. 2. Has the speed of a cleaver.
Nationality: English
Clothes: Always wears black. Has a full-face mask, much like a balaclava and wears tinted ski-type goggles to cover his eyes. "Hawk" always wears ninja-style clothing, a black top and black trousers, specially made. They are very mobile clothes. He has a belt containing throwing stars, throwing knives and a silenced pistol, and also some smoke grenades that he rarely uses. The smoke grenades are only for an emergency escape.
Personality: Mysterious. Doesn't give anything away. He speaks with an authoritative tone of voice, and doesn't use apostrophes, eg: Instead of "Can't" he says "Can not." He is ruthless, but likes to have his friends around him. He can be friendly.
History: Most of it is unknown. No one knows where he was born, and he has no accent to give it away. Hawk is rumoured to be the most deadly person alive. He is trained in unarmed and armed combat, being able to kill people before they can even blink in hundreds of different ways. Hawk is a master of all known fighting styles. His mortal enemy is Tesseract. They have battles from time to time, which Hawk always wins. That is all anyone knows about him.
Favourite weapons: Twin katanas in a crossed scabbard which is strapped to his back. Them are the weapons he uses most often, but he has throwing stars, throwing knives and a silenced pistol which he uses with pin-point accuracy. He never misses.
Transport: A sleek black motorbike with a prototype exhaust which allows him to travel silently, but he can turn it off if he so wishes.
Weaknesses: None that anyone knows of, but his magic is combat based, not magical. So he needs to be close to someone to be able to kill them, long range weapons are effective against him, if he doesn't dodge them of course.
Likes: Having his friends around him.
Dislikes: Long range weapons.
Friends: Kallista Pendragon, Nicolette Croga, Israel, Bridget Whiplash, Sarthacus Bolt, Florence Black, Skylara Wolfbane, Skyril, Octaboona Ambrosius, Darkane Claw, Lunar Tears. Sorry if I've missed anyone out, they're friends too! Just please say if I've left anyone out and I'll change it so you are as a friend.
Enemies: Everyone who gets in his way. They normally end up dead.
In 3 words: Silent, ruthless, unstoppable.