I'm so tired. but hey i finished the outlines..and ye. i'm pooped. I tried to put at least one OC from every person but towards the end I got lazy. anyway. C'mon - P!atD ft. Fun. Great song for great OCs.
At the moment, I'm only doing my main four babies: Fang, Scotty, Nudge, and Jaime. I hijacked the one that BelovedRobin posted elsewhere, and added a few elements from the website Eclipse gave us, so here ya go.
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE Name: Fang, all you need to know. Reason or meaning of name: Not my birth name, but I didn't know it for the longest time, so I got to pick my own. Neato, right? Eye Color: Some say they're "chocolate brown" But I disagree, they're just brown. Hair Style/Color: Black, and it's down to the back of my neck I'm tempted to cut it.. used to be super long, like, butt...
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE Name: Lancelot Morgan Reason or meaning of name: Lancelot: Servant, Morgan: Sea Eye Color: Grey-Blue Hair Style/Color: Short, brown Height: 6’ 0” Clothing Style: Discreet Best Physical Feature: Eyes
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE Your Fears: Not your business Your Guilty Pleasure: Watching Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Hurting Others Your Ambition for the Future: My ambitions are unneccessary
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS Your First Thoughts Waking Up: What happened? What You Think About the Most: Saftey What You Think About Before Bed: I never plan to sleep. You Think Your Best Quality Is: I listen
OOC: oke first, this story takes place a few years ago when gunfire was still imprisond in Ahrkam.
Twan sat on the tabel in the mess whit Harrley and Joker. Is evryting redy? he ask looking at his mentor a bit worryd. Joker opend his mout to sai somting bu harley was faster. Dant worry kiddo, it will work. She said whit a reasuring smile, twan realaxed a bit. Oke than when are we gaoing to set it of. Tomorow at this time. Joker said.
Lunce is over back to your celles! A guard yelld, the door of the mess opend and they were let back to theyre cells, Joker Harley and Twan smiled shortly to eithsother...
Brendan stood in the dark, much of his body was covered from the shadows. His brown eyes illuminated the darkness of the hideouts the Seals were currently sealed in. The sound of footsteps intruded his ears and the smell of whiskey form the soldiers, the old room was dust and muggy and it was starting to give him a headache. Brendan cocked his gun and pushed open the door and into the blinding sunlight. Sand swirled up from the baron land. Brendan coughed and waved away the dust he heard the shouting of Arabians from not far away. "Great." He muttered and coughed gently, walking down the dirt...