Hello, hello! I'm Dolly, and I'll be writing an OC story for Hunter x hunter(Obviously), but I'm lacking in OCs, as all I have are my own. It isn't nearly enough to write a story! not to mention the more I try to make, the more they blend together, blahblahblah! What's the point of writing if each an every character isn't interesting and fun and DIFFERENT from one another!? Graaahhh! the troubles of loving to write personalities is that eventually... You run out of personality types that don't completely contradict each other!
A-Ahem... This story will be written in first person through the eyes of the main focus at the time.(For the first bit it will be my OC Weish Yoldolo, but it will turn to others later on after the Hunter Exam.) And considering the dark theme's the story will be taking on, I'll more then likely end up killing off many, many poor characters. So, to make sure I don't run out too soon, I will be keeping OC entries open throughout the entire story. The app will be edited after each arc, so as to be properly up-to-date! Oh! Right, the app is on my profile, so be sure to check there!(Warning, it's a bit long...)
Now, here's a sneak peek at what I'll be doing for the first chapter!
I hadn't really noticed, but I was staring at the person across from me for what seemed like ever. To them at least. They snapped me out of my trance-like state with a calmingly soft voice, and a gentle pat on my knee. "Hello? Are you alright little girl?" the woman asked. She looked no older then 25, maybe 27 if I'm being rude, her hair flowed perfectly around her face, she obviously knew what looked good on her. And her clothes... They were something I heard NGL survivors wore, bland and baggy. But the smell... the smell is what made them unique. They smelled of flowers and dirt, as if the woman worked as a Florist and grew her own flowers. Her face was just as soft as her voice, with dark blue eyes, thin pink-ish lips, and slanted eyes. She was honestly beautiful.
Losing myself in thought again, she tapped me. I shook my head, "Sorry. I was thinking." I said, my voice taking on it's usual bored tone. the woman gave me a look that said she was worried about me. As if. "Well, as long as you're okay sweetie," that sickenigly sweet voice was too perfect for it's own good, it would probably get her out of any situation she was put into. Manipulative. I'd have to watch out for her during the Exam...
I do hope I get at least a few entries... Thank you for reading this, and even considering entering your OC! It means so much to me!