A drabble of scenarios for OCs from various fandoms and AU's. Somewhat vents and somewhat not, this is mainly a mess of headcannons, gore and fluff. With an obvious B-52's quote as the title.
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[~Character Sheet~] AU Name: Unknown. They seem to be stand alone.
Name: Mercury
Nicknames: Merc
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: A Russian breed of dog called Vizlas.
Alignment: a mix of Lawful and Chaotic Good.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Stats:|Attack- 42.5 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Defense- 42.5 Total +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Total Health Points- 85 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Level Of Violence- 18 (From two casualties) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Abilities: Being small and lithe, the tiny dog already has a one up on speed. As for magic attacks, they can generate acid from their paws and arms, and shape them into longer gauntlets that serve as appendages. The acid can be maintained, but flares up when they are upset. Also, a good sniffer.
Weaknesses: Their hair can also be a type of giveaway for their emotions, growing out when upset. They usually tie it up if it doesnt go away shortly after, depending on the situation.
It definitely makes them uncomfortable coming from strangers, but they can be tied over with a good head scratch.
The mutt is often too kind, though they lack the ability to heal themselves. His soul, despite it's bounty of power is heavily scared over, with a gaping hole in the middle, due to the removal of a past robotic device. Unless wounded, you likely would never know this. They only reveal it when dreaming, or to those closest to them.
They see the world through rose colored glasses, even now, and grow quite attached to people if given the chance, though they orginally come off as shy or socially lacking.
They don't have much respect for themselves. Very subseptable to hypnosis or getting the lower hand if they're stopped in their tracks during a battle because of size.
Likes: Baggy clothes, exotic or odd food, little romantic gestures(Their SO introduced them to what they liked so they partake in them a long ways from home out of missing them), drawing, cooking, and video games, water and snow.
Dislikes: Though they try to be welcoming to every species, it may take them a while to come around to dragons due to a past bad experience.
They have no tolerance for those who abuse their hospitality.
Personality: Merc holds up allies and their lover to the highest, but give little in return to themselves, a bit of a beach bum.
They used to be a known healer, wherever they might have lived, as shown by their still green glowing kindness trait.
They see things with an artist's eye, though they can be thick at the worst of times. They don't do well logically.
Backstory: Merc navigates any variation of the Underground with ease, hinting that they probably lived in an AU at one point.
Currently, they speak of a treehouse, seeming to be their current home for their SO, though they themselves seem to be on their own.
They don't have a penny on them, away from home, so they loot for food, but that's about the extent of their ill intent.
They've killed twice, and it takes a lot for them to want to do it again.
Extra:Good at forging handwriting, a possible candidate for being a spy. Their fight theme is in the video up top!
Appearance: [Can be described or shown in an image.]
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Small updated sketch of their appearance, with the precious drawing from a week ago down here:|| ◇
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Definitely paw beans and a stubby tail that wags. Their ears go all the way down to their feet. Very short but fluffy fur that curls and poofs out when air dries. Small hookfang, a chipped tooth if they open up their mouth enough, and canines.
