#OC: Peter

[grimbothefool]

I'm having fun

[spell-fox]

Peter "I fought a cainite and all I got was this cool scar" Hurst

I realised there were a bunch of SPCs I don't really have art for, oops. Here's Peter, knife wife, ghoul to Ventrue Horsa and big Dominate fan.

[mirabritart]

Peter had the unique advantage of learning how to use magic from one of the most skilled and powerful arcane casters on the material plane. Acererak had the unique advantage of being able to create an entire person for the purpose of explaining his special interest to.

Spells are:

lvl 1 - Chaos Bolt (wall of text in alt-id)

lvl 2 - Levitate

lvl 3 - Counterspell

lvl 3 - Fireball

lvl 4 - Blight

Bonus: Peter never learned "Sleep" but he did get it cast on him from time to time

[simstoyourdismay]

life's hard when you're soft you've got our love

[themilkcans]

Since the project is over and turned in, here's my OC based 10 page graphic novel:

[thebiggesttoe]

I posted the sketches a while ago and I’m happy I finally had the time to bust this out!

[kagrs]

Donnie tries to guide Peter through his first boof.

[thegreatobsesso]

Personal fandom holiday time!!!

December 27 is the day Callie killed Peter, and the same day 12 years that shit goes down in a fashion that kicks off the final stretch of the whole story. :) :) :)

So in honor of that, here's a bit!

Callie POV

Callie was wearing impractical shoes because she was excited.  Sure, she might break an ankle trudging out into the pitch-black woods in three-inch heels, where roots the size of wolves lurked beneath the ice, but she might not. And she’d sure as hell look good either way.  And that wasn’t all. Just before she left her room she noticed Peter’s sweater in a ball on the floor near the closet, and she giggled. Never even gave it back. What an ingrate.  She slipped it on as an inside joke with herself, because Peter wouldn’t see it under her coat. Wielding Peter’s power wearing Peter’s sweater. Funny.  “When are you gonna tell me what we’re doing out here?”  She clung to his coat, allowing him to support her as the canopy of evergreens began blotting out the grey midnight sky. It began to snow in earnest now, like their globe got shaken.  “I have something I wanna show you, but it’s secret,” she said. “You know there’s layers and layers of detection wards all over the castle, totally invisible, right? What I have here, it might set ‘em off, that’s why we need to be way outside the castle walls.”  She could just imagine what she could barely see - him, shaking his head at her in the darkness. “You’re a lunatic.”  “Yeah, but do you like it?”  Crunch, crunch went his boots. “Jury’s still out,” he said, but she could hear the smile in it. The way he’d put up with anything if she was the one doing the asking.  Maybe he was even excited to break the rules for once: Sweet Peter.  They reached the tiny glade where she’d spent hours this winter practicing for this moment. She didn’t even dare hang lights this time. The moment was too fragile, too momentous for any unnecessary risks. She reached down into her shirt, facing him and his expectant eyes as his warm breath swirled in between them.  She unsheathed the blade.  “I see,” he said. “And I’m guessing this is more than just some knife?”  “It’s an orblex.”  His eyes widened. “Callie, these are illegal.”  “So’s drinking, you’re only twenty. Who cares. Sit down,” she said, making the motion herself without taking her eyes off him. “Gimme your hands.”  “What are you gonna do?”  They sat so close together they formed a little wall with their knees, and she wasn’t deliberately casting anything to see by but all the same, the build-up of her desire was coaxing the orblex open before she even meant to begin. It glowed already, its shifting hues casting Peter’s face in stained-glass light.  “I’m gonna show you what it’s like to fly.” 

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[squarebracket-trickster]

To atart us off, after our draw outside the dennys parking lot at 3am, i intend to extrnd an olive branch: for Blorbo Blursday, how would thy blorbos endure group therapy?

I take your olive branch, with with narrowed eyes. happy (belated) blorbo blursday my esteemed nemesis.

I'm gonna talk about three OCs I have not discussed yet on this blog because I think their childhood co-dependency issues are the most likely candidate to end them up in group therapy sessions.

None of them would be there willingly. It'd have to be court-mandated (and let's face it, these three being legally required to attend therapy is already basically a plot point).

All three of them would sit there, starting pointedly at a spot on the wall just behind the therapist, in silence. The therapist would try every trick in the book to get them to talk but it would be 15 minutes of pleading before one of them breaks.

Alex would break first, and only because cookies were offered. She say something like, "convince me that everything said in this room is, in fact, private and no one from the secret government intelligence organization that has been training us since we were children is listening in. If you can't do that, we have nothing to say to you."

And the therapist would be like, "these trust issues run deep don't they?"

To which Alex would respond confidently, "make me talk."

Aloe and Peter would nod at that. Nothing else would be said the whole session because Alex has reflexes so fast she can redirect bullets, Aloe is a strategic genius, and Peter, through sheer force of unhealthy management techniques, is the only reason these two haven't burned down the world yet. The therapist has been given their files. They are the most dangerous teenagers in the world. If they won't co-operate nothing short of threatening their families will make them.

These three have sooo much trauma and sooo many issues. They may be co-dependent wrecks but, by god, are they a united front.

[alwri-tes]

Peter and Isabella Briefly Spar, a snippet of Shadow's Hidden Blade

Peter helps train Isabella in combat so she's prepared to take down her mother's killer.

Isabella only waited for Peter to aim his knife at her before she lunged, swinging right for the throat. He let out a guttural yelp, and something hard slammed into her ribs and thrust her onto the floor with a thud. 

“Sorry!” They both wheezed at the same time. 

“You went straight for the throat. I like it.” He panted. “I threw you aside on instinct. Be prepared for something like that.” 

Isabella stood with a grunt, feeling her tailbone throb. “Shadow’s blessed us both with amazing strength.” She picked up the hissing knife. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You praised Shadow.” His voice was warm with pride.

She felt a thrill of pride, imagining a door to her magic and ancestry swinging open for the first time in years as she swung for Peter again. 

Shadow, give me speed! 

She could hear the cheering of her ancestors as dodged Peter’s strikes with ease. Who am I fighting, an old man? Did Shadow drain his strength and give it to me? 

Or am I just getting stronger? 

The knife flared a blinding purple as she swung, and the world melted away. It was just her, the pure magic crackling like lighting through her veins, and the small shivering girl huddled in a corner of her consciousness.  

Look! She thought to her past self. Look at how strong we have become! Your dream lives!

“Isabella, NO!”

The knife froze a hair above Peter’s heaving chest. Struggling to hear him over the crackle of the knife and her own wheezing, and thundering pulse, she backed away. 

“What-”

“You subdued me.” Peter sounded genuinely shocked. “You knocked me over and pinned me to the ground.” His expression was an unreadable blend of emotion, but Isabella thought she picked up glee, rage, and slight fear. Confidence surged through her, but then she remembered she should be feeling bad, so she made her mouth twist and her feet move away from him.

“We’re finished for today.” Peter groaned. 

Isabella’s ear twitched. “Do you hear that?”

“It’s probably a whisper.” Peter rubbed his face, sounding woozy. 

“No. Footsteps and rustling, from out there.” Isabella pointed to the closed arena entrance. “Sounded like someone walked up to the door, leaned against it, and walked away. Could just be my imagination or an animal, but…”

Peter had his knife raised before she even finished talking. He crept towards the door and pressed his ear to it. After a beat, he slowly opened the door. Squinted out into the darkness. 

The footsteps got louder. Closer. 

“We’re closed. Get out of here.” Peter yelled into the twilight.

“Is that really any way to greet an old acquaintance?” An unfamiliar nasally voice, quieter than Peter’s and very, very close by. Goosebumps erupted over Isabella’s skin. 

[grimbothefool]

There they are. look at em. my beautiful boys (and 2 rats), fresh out the microwave in my brain that i rotate my ocs in

[haxxydraws]

!!

Regrettably, I must introduce... Him.

Name: Peter Pronouns: He/Him

Peter is kind of a shitty, smug guy. As far as he's concerned he's the best and anyone he associates is the best by default. Everything that happens was clearly something he wanted to happen and anything that isn't what he wants is annoying and should be ignored, abandoned, or removed from the picture.

He's definitely done fucked up things in the past (hurting people, getting people "out of the way" when he grows tired of them, etc), but his real crime is the fact that he associates with Lazarus (@whiteisrelic's character), who is straight up one of the worst people in the entire Netherbound setting, to the point that I can't even write the shit he did down in this post. But it's okay, because Peter likes Lazarus, which means that Lazarus is also one of the best and anyone who doesn't like him or the fact that he spends time with him is just lesser. The two of them met in a dire situation and as far as Peter is concerned, Lazarus needs him to survive, which is great for his ego.

Peter is a voidling, which is a species that communicates by making rapid clicking noises, hence the morse code in the pic above.

Some things Peter likes are: Silence, sleeping, free food, Lazarus, feeling important, invading your personal space

[mirabritart]

In addition to extremely enlightening spell-casting instruction (X) , while living in the Tomb under the guardianship of an Arch Lich, Peter also got to sit in on some meeting with powerful wizards and dark entities. Those were less helpful.

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Updated Peter and Patches references and icon for artfight

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