Okay, so I unfortunately run out of ideas on characters. So I decided I would ask you guys for OCs. At the end of each chapter the OC appears I'll credit the creator with a thanks. Please follow the guidelines below.
Guidelines:
Name:
Magic: (If a dragonslayer, no existing powers and no original elements (fire, water, earth, air, etc.). Second and third generations are okay as long as they're original. have fun with it )
Age: (can't have one if a dragonslayer, put it in with appearance instead)
Appearance: (this includes placement and color of the guild mark)
Backstory:
Family: (optional)
Personality:
Have fun, guys! (I'll use all of the original ones, and any I like.)
PM if you don't want to review!
I stared at the unsteady wooden structure and wondered why it hadn't collapsed already from little gusts of wind. They had decided to build it on the hill in full sight of the town. I had been tasked with gathering little flyers around town for kicking off our jobs. It was going slow, but I had a stack of twenty that needed to be done.
I stepped through the doorway (there wasn't even a door) and stared at the three wizards conversing animatedly around a tree-stump table on tree-stump chairs. I found crooked blue letters in English on the wall that read 'Qest Bored'. With a mental facepalm, I gently set the requests on the table in front of the fourth seat and grabbed the can of paint and makeshift brush. I grabbed the green paint from the corner and set them both down in front of the quest board.
I painted the entire portion of the wall blue and painted the proper spelling in green. I sat at the table and listened to their chatter as the paint dried.
As their happy voices trailed off into background noise, I thought of how this all started.
Fuh-lash Back!
I stepped into the diner and took a spot at the bar, ordering water and soup.
A group of three, two men and a woman, took their own places around me. I eyed them suspiciously and the assumed leader leaned over and turned to face me.
"So, what's your name, ma'am?"
"Do I really have to tell you?"
"Uh… no?"
"'Kay, there's your answer."
"Do you have magic?"
"Yes."
His eyes lit up, "Are you in a guild?"
"No." My response made him even happier.
"Join ours?"
"What's it called?"
"We haven't decided yet. We thought something along the lines of Splintering Blade or Shattering sword!"
"It doesn't exist yet?"
"Nope, but it's in our hearts and minds!"
I thought for a moment, "Are you trying to create a dark guild?"
"Gosh no!"
"Then I suggest something lighter in mood."
"Like what?"
I took another moment to think, "What's most important to you?"
"Family and friendship! And dragons."
"Why dragons?"
"I was raised by a dragon before I met my friends." That was why he smelled so familiar.
"That's cool." I gave him a small smile.
"So, what should we name it?"
"What was the name of the dragon who raised you?" I pulled out a light pen and prepared to write.
"Lithius." He answered, his head cocking a bit to the side in curiosity.
"What power did he teach you?"
"He was the dragon of forest hunt."
I quickly wrote it down and stared at the words floating in the air, "Do you remember your birth parents?"
"No."
"What are your names?"
His slouching posture adjusted immediately in excitement, "I'm Xian Lithius, my sister is Ciela Winters, and my brother is Triot Blue."
I smiled and began combining letters in my mind, on the verge of eureka, "Xianlithla Riot?"
They all stared at me for a moment before smiles erupted on their faces, "That sounds perfect! So, let's get started!"
I had attempted to protest, but I was caught up in their enthusiasm and played along.
Fuh-lash back end!
"I just realized, we never got your name!" Ciela exclaimed.
"Ah, my name is Fantasy Keniff." I gave a friendly smile.
They were silent for a few moments, having a conversation with their eyes.
The two friends looked to their leader and he pouted at them, "We all wanted to ask, are you a woman, or a dude?"
"I refuse to answer that question." I replied immediately, not faulting them for their confusion, but still a bit irritated this happened every time I met someone new. It was working as I wanted it to, though.
"Awwww, but-"
A loud knock on the wood of the entrance drew us from our thoughts.
Ten minutes later, two people were sitting at the table on newly made stump-chairs and sipping tea one of the three had somehow conjured.
One of them was a sight to behold with white hair, gold eyes, fair skin, and a slim but sturdy stature, and she was about twenty-seven. She was beautiful, but her eyes didn't glow the kindness I expected. They were hard, guarded and matter-of-factly. She had introduced herself as Shiloh.
The other had introduced himself as Loofah, his skin and eyecolor were flickering in the dim light of the miniscule guild hall, currently brown and purple. He looked as beautiful as the other, but in a different way, he had the same shade of white hair, but he looked as ageless as a godling.
I stood up and began pinning the requests on the wall.
"So, are you two here to join the guild?" Xian asked with a huge and hopeful grin.
"We will do anything within reason if you succeed in helping us."
"What do you need help with?" Ciela was next to talk.
"We want to ask you to slay a wyvern." Her eyes sharpened and she set down the tea.
Loofah who had been staring at the ceiling snapped to attention.
He opened his mouth wide to shout something in anger-
And the credits rolled.
I give credit to my siblings and mother for assistance in creating the two at the end.
This chapter was unfortunately very short. The cutoff for sending OCs is when I reach twenty good ones. The ones I like the most will end up being the most important ones, but the MC will interact with each one individually.
