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details about ocs!

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

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Her time with the Justice League was always in short bursts, but Rae enjoyed the company. Considering the fact that they were used to individuals from other planets, universes, and timelines, they weren't thrown by her at all which was nice. They were kind, and even though they really only called when they needed help, she was happy to be there. Still though, her life outside of helping the League was a lonely one. She didn't usually mind, but something about being alone in Gotham was starting to weigh on her.

"I'm glad it worked," she said. "If you need me, I'm almost always in this park."

🦇—-;; Bruce wasn't surprised by her statement, even if she hadn't known, she'd have figured it out on her own. Batman could be a team player, but preferred to work alone, though he did work with the other heroes outside of League business. He supposes those heroes are the ones he'd call friends. A few of them even knew his real identity, others he still didn't let in that close. "Doesn't surprise me if it was mentioned." He says easily.

White eyes watch her as she moves closer and brings the light in closer to heal him. And slowly, the pain from his injured wing and his side ebbed away as it healed him. He gave a little breath after a moment, gently rumbling afterwards. His ears twitch slightly, focusing on the sounds of the city, he can hear it more acutely than most. At her question he tilted his head a little. "No. I should be able to do it on my own now that my wing's no longer torn." He does stretch it slightly to test it and he looked at it for a moment before he looked at her again. "I don't need any more help." If he wanted to be unnoticed entirely, he'd call upon the cities shadows and become one with them, now that he's healed up, he can do that quite easily.

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"I believe that was mentioned the last time I was there," she said. If Rae was being completely honest, it was still taking her some time trying to figure out all the heroes, their names, and what they did. Batman was one that she had heard about, but had never really thought about until moving to Gotham. She'd had conversations with other members of the league before deciding to move and they'd mentioned that Batman did a "very good job at protecting his city."

As he moves his hand, she moves a bit closer, placing the orb as close to the noticeable wounds without touching them. The ambient light was enough to provide the healing that he needed. "It's not the best healing since I don't know you quite well enough yet, but it'll do for now. Do you need any help getting out of the park without being noticed or anything?"

🦇—-;; Bruce gives her a curious look when she mentions the Justice League, and then thinks for a moment, well...now he has a face to that new name he's heard thrown around with some of the other members of the League. "Hn... I'm not around them too often these days, usually only when I'm asked to, or there's an emergency." He's still a founding member, but he was more of a part time member these days, it's less taxing on him to be away from Gotham in shorter bursts. His connection to the city was a definite weakness.

The creature doesn't exactly hide his suspicions of her, not something that was all too personal, it was just simply how he was. He turned his head a bit from the bright light she created. Far more accustomed to the dark, there are some living shadows that curl around him a bit, hanging off his body slightly like a cape. He shifted a little. "Do what you need to." He says, he wasn't going to let her hurt him more than he had been tonight by those criminals he'd been fighting earlier. He did move his hand, letting her see the wound now, and his injured wing.

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“Oh! You’re part of the Justice League, right? I’ve helped them out time to time, nothing too big, just easy for me to stay under the radar and not ask any questions,” she said with a shrug. Although Rae wasn’t likely to admit it, she was more than thankful to the league for allowing her a space to be herself. In Gotham, up to this point, she just acted and reacted to things in ways nobody would notice. She feigned human naivety to the way things worked for the heroes and to the idea that multiple universes and timelines even existed. With the league she was able to use her abilities to help people and that’s all she wanted.

“I promise that all I will try to do is heal your wounds,” she said with a nod. Conjuring another small orb of light, Rae closed her eyes and spoke softly into it, “Leah mih.” Her healing ability was inherently attached to the light she created, but if she directed it then it would be more helpful. “I won’t touch you, but I have to put this near you, is that okay?” she asked, taking a tentative step forward.

"Well, if I'm being honest, I don't have a proper or even convincing reason to give you as to why you should trust me," she said. Rae was many things, but she wasn't quick to lie or manipulate information. Every moment she spent in Gotham meant that she was learning the way humanity worked, but it was still fairly new to her.

After seeing his wings, Rae stepped forward a bit, offering the stranger in front of her a look of awe. "Wow, I've never seen wings like yours. They're quite impressive," she said. "How about we start with me giving you my name. I'm Rae. I'm new to Gotham, but I've done healing for some pretty well-known people. I'm happy to help you if you'll let me."

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"Well, if I'm being honest, I don't have a proper or even convincing reason to give you as to why you should trust me," she said. Rae was many things, but she wasn't quick to lie or manipulate information. Every moment she spent in Gotham meant that she was learning the way humanity worked, but it was still fairly new to her.

After seeing his wings, Rae stepped forward a bit, offering the stranger in front of her a look of awe. "Wow, I've never seen wings like yours. They're quite impressive," she said. "How about we start with me giving you my name. I'm Rae. I'm new to Gotham, but I've done healing for some pretty well-known people. I'm happy to help you if you'll let me."

🦇—-;; White eyes narrow at her, reflecting the light she'd created. His ears twitch, listening to the city and for anyone else nearby. He just growls again when he's ignored. The creature's claws scrape along the stone he'd found himself standing on as he steps back. And despite the fact it hurts, he raises both wings to make himself appear larger, even if the tear in his right wing was painful. His hand had left the bleeding wound on his side too. "I'm not worried about that. I don't know you, or your real intentions." He says simply, making it clear why he's being standoffish with her. "Why should I trust you to let you get close?"

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Seeing fangs would probably phase some people, but Rae was used to seeing a lot worse. She hadn't expected to be growled or chittered at today, that was new. Still, the fae could tell that the person standing before her was injured. When someone was injured, the last thing Rae would do was run away. "I can help you," she said. "There's nobody else in this area of the park so if you're worried about that then you don't need to be."

🦇—-;; It's not like it's uncommon that Bruce gets hurt, though rarely to the point he needs actual help, and nothing he can't heal on his own. The creature's weakness was magic, which he really should have expected, giving who he'd been dealing with for the last week. But, at least this time he'd managed to destroy those tools before he'd been rendered unconscious. When he'd woken up, they were gone and he was left to his own devices to get back home. But he's been wounded, and the membrane of his right wing was torn severely enough he can't use them to fly back to the Cave. So he had to find somewhere safe to hunker down, so he can actually call for help. He hadn't thought he'd be seen at this hour in the park.

The Bat bares his fangs at the woman, shifting a little away from the light, it doesn't hurt him, but it's bright. He growls, chittering at her like an actual bat. His hand clutches at his wound and he huffs, shifting a little, before curling his wings a little to protect himself. "Go away." He hisses.

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Sitting and whistling may not have seemed like a fun pastime for others, but for Rae it was exactly that. The grass she had been sitting on provided a soft cushion as she focused on what was happening around her. Gotham was still new to her and very unlike her previous home, but against all odds she found herself enjoying her time in the new city. The park provided what she would call adequate shelter. She could create her own source of light and so she never felt unsafe. Uneasy, sure, but she assumed she could handle herself.

Creating a small orb of light to check for any sort of danger, Rae noticed that she was no longer alone in her little section of the park. At this hour she considered that a little strange. “Hello?” she spoke out softly.

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RAE ANNE SMITH (human name) * originally RAELANIA LUMINA

*more to be added when I’m not on mobile 👍🏻

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Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Rae took a deep breath. "Hello. My name is Rae. I'm a hunter. I don't have a ton of time to explain, but I was given your number a long time ago in case I couldn't finish a hunt myself," she said. "Long story short, I've been chasing down something that I think can basically rewrite timelines. I'm alone, people are dying, and I think I need...help."

Dean was just getting back into Baby after grabbing some fast food when one of the phones in the box starts to ring. One of his, but an older number. He digs it out and looks at the number. He doesn't recognize it but answers anyway. "Hello?" If this is some telemarketer, he'll find them and wring their neck. But after a beat, he realizes it's not because they'd have started speaking immediately.

Just in case, he reaches for a small notepad and a pen so he's ready to write down any locations or important details. The only people that should have this number are those that need help and got his number a while ago.

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Needing Help Isn't My Thing

After her fourth cup of coffee of the day, Rae wanted to scream at the numerous piles of books all around her. It was almost as if they were starting to close in on her space, mocking her, suffocating her. She felt as if each page was screaming at her, telling her she was failing. This case had been going on for weeks and no matter what text she flipped through she couldn't find any answers.

She'd been hunting long enough to know that a case dragging on this long wasn't a good sign. Deaths were piling up, her clients wanted answers, and she couldn't provide any. Every time she'd gotten close to whatever was causing all this chaos it felt as though history rewrote itself. She felt disoriented and almost as though she was in some sort of loop. It was awful and after her fifth cup of coffee she looked down at her phone.

There was one number she'd never had to call, and honestly she'd been proud of that. She was proud of how good she had become at hunting. She'd never needed help and she wasn't good at asking for it. With a deep breath, the brunette picked up the phone and pressed call on a contact she though she'd never need to use.

Dean Winchester.

And as the phone range, she half-hoped he wouldn't pick up, even though she desperately needed him to.

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i-met-scooby·:

Thanking the woman, in his head, Dean nodded at the police officer who did the same and walked away towards some locals who had gathered nearby.

Dean was a little hesitant to be alone with a federal agent, considering his history with them was… not so good. His anxiety doubled when she asked what exactly it was he was doing here. Shit. He didn’t even have his badge on him. The local police were always easy to fool. She was here for a second and had already picked up on something.

But he kept a straight face. He even managed to feign disbelief. “What am I doing here? Same as you, officer. Here to relieve these poor townsfolk of their miseries.” He gestured to the people behind him and smiled patronizingly as if he were the local Clark Kent and the weight of saving this town fell on his shoulders.

Raising an eyebrow at the park ranger’s answer, she sighed. “That’s not why I’m here,” she said, taking a step towards the crime scene. “And I don’t believe that’s why you’re here either.” Rae couldn’t prove that she was being lied to and she didn’t have any time to waste in investigating the gruesome scene in front of her. If this was something supernatural, which she assumed it was, whatever had done this damage was probably already finding a second victim. 

“We can stand her and argue about your credentials, or you can help me find whatever did this,” she said. Gesturing towards the tarp, the police tape, and the terrified bystanders, Rae locked eyes with the green-eyed stranger, giving him a chance to either help or leave. 

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i-met-scooby·:

Dean was asking the police about the by-stander who found the victim’s body and jotting things down when he was interrupted. He turned around to face the woman and put on one of the most fake smiles he could muster.

“Park ranger, Samuel Cole, ma'am.” He introduced himself. Dang, now he had the feds to deal with. The real feds.

“Had no idea the FBI was interested in bear attacks.” He said, nonchalantly, turning to the cop next to him, just loud enough for Officer Smith to hear. The cop shrugged and looked away. “You ask me, this ain’t no bear.” An ominous tone in his voice suggested he was baffled to his core.

Dean patted the guy’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it. Won’t we, officer?” He willed her to affirm with his eyes.

One thing that Rae had always been good at was being able to tell when someone was lying. She wasn’t entirely sure that the man who had just introduced himself was lying completely, but he was definitely withholding something. 

“Not so interested in bear attacks,” she said. “But I don’t really get a choice of what I’m sent to look into.” 

Seeing that the supposed “park ranger” was looking at her to confirm what she said, Rae offered a sympathetic smile to him and the cop. “Yes, of course, could I get a moment with Ranger Cole alone please?” 

Once the cop had moved far away enough that she knew he couldn’t hear, the brunette crossed her arms over her chest. “So, ‘Officer Cole,’ what are you actually doing here?” 

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The Fae and The Hunter

The scent of honey, vanilla, and lavender lingered in the stale air of Rae Smith’s bedroom. She’d taken such an ordinary last name to fit in, but her lifestyle wasn’t anything like the lives of her neighbors. To say that she had perfected the perfect “girl next door” facade would’ve been an understatement. Nobody would’ve ever guessed that her life was filled with demons, vampires, ghouls, and more. 

As her cellphone ringtone filled the eerily empty apartment, the brunette sighed. She’d barely finished washing the blood from her clothes before answering. “Hello? Yes, I can come help. I’ll be there soon,” she said. With a small sigh, Rae grabbed her keys. “Another day, another case,” she mumbled to herself. 

Arriving to what clearly was a crime scene under investigation, Rae ran her fingers through her hair. Luckily she’d remember to grab her badge this time, but she wasn’t excited to use it. Only when she went to approach the police did she notice that there was someone else there who wasn’t in uniform. 

“Excuse me?” she asked as she approached. “Officer Smith. Here as backup for this case. And you are?” 

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mercsandmonsters·:

Sam bobbed his head, “Given the fact that it runs in the family, I’d say it wasn’t until I lost my fiancée, Jessica, that I really knew what this life was really about.”

Rae wasn’t quite sure what to say to Sam when he mentioned losing his fiancee. Saying “sorry,” didn’t seem like enough. “I know it’s not enough, but I’m sorry you lost your fiancee,” she said softly. “Was it...related to what we do?”