#bsd oc lore

[silvakochdostoe]

My OC’s character sheet, and down below her lore/backstory/ability awakening: ⬇️

Silva was ten years old when her ability awakened,

Just ten—and she’d been happy that morning. Her scarf was red, her fingers a little numb from the cold, and she’d stolen a piece of chocolate from the kitchen for her little sister Shizu. She was supposed to go straight home.

But she wandered.

The abandoned docks were quiet, gray, littered with broken bottles and rusted chains. She liked the silence. Until it broke.

They surrounded her.

Six—no, seven men. Adults. Ability users. Scarred, twitching, high on something. Their eyes gleamed with something unclean. Predatory. Hungry.

“What’s a pretty little girl like you doing out here?” one crooned, stepping closer. His hands glowed faintly red—heat user. Another crackled with static. One had black eyes and claws.

She froze. The air thickened. Her legs refused to move

She didn’t know there was a world of supernatural powers, but now she does.

“Don’t scream,” another said. “It won’t help.”

She screamed anyway.

It didn’t help.

They were on her. Rough hands. One slammed her face into the concrete. Another tore her coat away. She felt the blade before she saw it—cold metal sliding across her back, slicing skin, over and over. She choked on her own sobs, her fingers clawing uselessly at the ground. Her blood ran hot down her spine.

“Still breathing?” a voice sneered, just before the knife slashed across her left eye.

Agony. Blinding, searing agony.

She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t see. Only pain.

But then—something else.

A low, pulsing sound beneath her skin. Like a heartbeat—but not her own.

The blood stopped falling. It started rising.

It listened.

The pain vanished. Not gone—replaced. By rage. A monstrous, pure kind of fury that took her tiny, broken body and twisted it into something new.

Her eye—burned red. The other glowed green like wildfire.

Then the screaming started.

Not hers. Theirs.

She didn’t move. She didn’t have to.

The blood flowed up—hers, theirs—turning into jagged tendrils, barbed blades, sickle-sharp whips. One man was torn in half before he could blink. Another’s chest caved in as a spear of blood impaled him through the sternum and burst out the other side. They tried to run. Their feet slipped in gore. One tripped and was dragged back by a crimson leash around his throat, flailing, clawing at air, before his body exploded into meat.

Her expression didn’t change.

She watched them die like it was a lullaby.

One man begged. “Please—please, stop! You’re just a kid, please—”

Her blood slashed his jaw off mid-sentence.

When it was over, the docks were painted red.

Three escaped. Broken, bleeding, screaming about a monster with one glowing eye and blood that moved like it had a mind of its own.

Silva stood in the center, her back a lattice of torn flesh, her eye a ruined mess of blood and tears. But she wasn’t crying anymore.

Her body trembled. Her hands were slick with gore. She looked down at her fingers, then at the shredded corpses twitching around her.

She didn’t understand what she’d done.

She just knew one thing:

She had become something terrifying.

And she would never be prey again.

That meant she had to hunt down and locate the rest that got away.

_____——_____

At fifteen, while her classmates obsessed over crushes and celebrity gossip, Silva was tearing through encrypted firewalls designed by military contractors. While they learned algebra, she was reverse-engineering black-budget surveillance software from four governments and rewriting it in six hours—better, sleeker, impossible to trace.

She had no formal training. She didn’t need it. Her brain devoured information. It wasn’t just intelligence—it was something else. Something unnatural.

Patterns glowed for her. Systems spoke. The moment she laid eyes on a network, she saw the architecture behind it, the cracks, the pressure points. Like blood vessels waiting to be pierced. And she did. Effortlessly.

They called it a gift. The psychologists, the government recruiters, even the hackers online who traded secrets with her and never knew they were talking to a teenage girl with one ruined eye and scars down her back. But Silva didn’t feel gifted. She felt haunted.

The attack when she was ten never left her.

She still heard the screams.

Still felt the blade.

And so, she controlled what she could.

She built her own systems from scratch. Modified keyboards to fit the speed of her thought. She wrote code like it was poetry—fluid, instinctive, laced with venom. Her personal rig had no brand. No OS. It was hers and hers alone. And it was alive with her blood.

Yes—blood.

Her ability had evolved. She could now interface directly with machines using thin strands of her own blood, magnetized and refined through years of brutal experimentation. Wires were clumsy. Silva’s veins were cleaner.

At sixteen, she hacked an underground weapons ring trafficking in children. She leaked everything to Interpol—after burning their funds and publicly doxing their leaders. Three suicides followed.

At seventeen, she took down a private mercenary company’s communications grid during a covert operation in Syria. No one ever knew how it failed. Only that it failed catastrophically.

Her files were ghosts. Her online identities were labyrinths. Even the best white-hat teams could only conclude she was either a government AI or a demon in human skin.

But inside, she was still that girl on the dock, bleeding, shaking, trembling with a power she barely understood.

She didn’t go to parties. She didn’t trust people.

She trusted data. Control. Isolation.

And still—her body was not done changing. Her blood whispered. It wanted to grow. Sometimes her skin would split during stress and release threads that slithered along the floor, searching. Curious. Hungry.

But she never let it loose again. Not fully. Not since that day.

Not until she met him, by fate, years later.

The man who would unravel everything, Fyodor Dostoevesky.

___—-___

Silva Koch also graduated at sixteen.

Officially, it was with highest honors, top of her class. Unofficially, she had already outgrown the curriculum by the time she was twelve.

By then, she’d rewritten portions of her school’s outdated network infrastructure just because the lag irritated her. She exposed a hidden surveillance subroutine planted in students’ laptops—by the school board—and dismantled it, anonymously dropping a report to the national press.

When she sat for her exams, the proctor swore he’d never seen a teenager answer higher-level math problems in seconds, without a calculator, while simultaneously reading from a law textbook and re-coding her own testing interface to be more efficient.

She was bored.

She completed four university degrees online before she could legally drink:

•Cybersecurity and Forensic Cryptology

•Applied Mathematics

•Political Science (focus: covert policy and digital warfare)

•Linguistics, because she liked pattern-mapping phonemes

She never showed up for classes. Never turned on her camera.

Her professors feared her.

Some respected her.

Most didn’t even realize she was a teenager until the national spotlight hit.

____—____

“NEMESIS” Appears in NATO Leak—World Governments Scramble to Identify Source

At seventeen, Silva—under the handle Nemesis01—intercepted a shadow op that would have used a social media algorithm to sway an election in a small Baltic country. Funded by two superpowers. Sloppy, arrogant.

She didn’t just expose it.

She hijacked the code.

She weaponized it to undo years of digital disinformation, and wrote a 94-page dossier analyzing the psy-op’s structure, weaknesses, and funding lines.

She sent it to NATO, Interpol, and the UN.

Not with her name. With a blood-red insignia: a single eye.

The world panicked.

Hackers tried to trace her. Blackhats and whitehats both. No one could.

Governments issued quiet invites.

Only a few got responses.

Germany got her first.

The Bundesnachrichtendienst recruited her under strict anonymity—not as an agent, but as a consultant.

She worked behind mirrored glass and biometric vaults, never in person. She built systems that could detect cyberwarfare attempts before the first packet even arrived. She predicted a data breach three months before it happened—down to the day. She corrected it with six lines of code.

She worked with the EU. With Japan. Even a few secret joint operations with the CIA’s cyber division—though she made it very clear she found their encryption practices embarrassing.

She never just took payments in cash.

Her fees were data. Access. Leverage.

Control.

___——___

By eighteen, she was untouchable.

They called her “The Blood Witch of Code.”

The “Ghost Cipher.”

“Red Nemesis.”

No one knew what she looked like.

Only that she was young, brilliant, and not entirely human.

And behind the digital veil, her blood still whispered—itching for something more.

For a purpose no system, no government, no firewall could satisfy.

Not until they found one another.

Not until fate brought them together.

But that wouldn’t be for another three years.

[thatkarleesidraws]

Reference sheet for Jane

[project-orochi]

Snow

I SWEAR THE ENDING IS HAPPY-

TW: Implied / Referenced human experimentation, dehumanization

Peeps who might be interested: No idea this one hasn't interacted with anyone yet but I felt like writing this soo... uhhh...

@respiratory-kristem @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @iwaitforthestorm @currentlyeatingrocks (you guys are the ones Tumblr suggest to tag lol)

Murky waters, a black liquid. That's what Y7139 had known most of its life.

As a ability-derived lifeform, there was little for it to do but stay in its tank until Father deemed it necessary to let Y7139 out for testing.

It, it, it. That's what the guards called Y7139. A thing.

Y7139 was a thing, sure. Inhuman, a person created in a lab. Nothing more than a clone. But Y7139, in its own eyes, deemed itself a he.

It was a small act of rebellion, in the back of his mind. If Father ever found out, his persona model would surely be overridden. He didn't want that.

He didn't want to be erased from existence, even if his whole purpose was to be nothing than a mere replacement for an escaped experiment. The vessel of Arahabaki was so, so lucky.

Y had lost track of time. Couldn't remember anymore how long he had been in this tank for. The darkness robbed him of all sense of time.

He'd been a test subject for years, until A5158 had been recaptured. Recently? A while ago? Ages ago? Y couldn't remember. He didn't care.

Project Orochi had been forgotten, a part of him knew that. He didn't mind. He didn't mind being forgotten about, because it meant the tests stopped.

He did mind being locked away in the tank. Eventually he would die, wouldn't he?

Over time he felt his strength, which had been little to begin with, drain away.

It had been ages since one of the scientists had tapped on the glass.

They'd shut off whatever kept him alive. Or, perhaps, they had left and the machines had finally begun to fail.

It mattered little, in the face of withering away in a murky tube, ankles chained to the bottom.

The machines failing meant the drugs had begun to wear off, and he reached within himself, reached for Orochi.

He wanted out. If he had to risk the destruction of himself and the whole facility, as well as everyone potentially in it?

Well, he was dying either way.

When he came to, it was to cold. He blinked, eyes only slowly adjusting to the bright surroundings.

Somethig white and cold floated down from a hole in the ceiling. And he felt a sense of fear, fear, warning, fear from the singularity.

Slowly, Y7139 lifted a trembling hand. One of the white dots landed on his bony hand, melting into water.

It wasn't dangerous, and Orochi's attempts to instill fear ceased ever so slowly, the singularity retreating further into his mind.

Y didn't care. Said singularity had been his only companion for ages, even if it didn't speak, only left wordless whispers of warning and caution in his mind.

For the first time in his existence Y7139 laughed, despite his body aching, despite the blood staining his lips after releasing Orochi on purpose.

He got up, unsteady, shaking, and looked around the ruin of the facility.

He leaned against the wall, slowly making his way through the hallways. It was void of life, and part of him doubted that it had been due to his rampage minutes ago.

He found a log from Father, the last entry being one regarding the recapture of A5158, and tore it to shreds when he saw the date on it.

Father hadn't been here in ages, if the dust and molt was anything to go by. The emergency power on his tank must've ran out.

Y7139 smiled. He'd been forgotten.

Slowly, he made his way out of the facility.

Finally, he thought when he stepped outside, shivering when his feet stepped into something icy cold, white as the dots that had fallen through the hole in the ceiling.

I can finally be free...

[scrimblyscrorblo]

Page of Edgar and Mary doodles with some lore tidbits if thou who art so brave can read my handwriting TT

This was so fun actually she’s very very important to me

[nxght-shxft]

old trend blah blah blah who cares

[warmtablese]

bsd wan port mafia but its with my pm oc

rest in peice chuuya, the bird has something against you 🙏🙏

[loony-lupus]

So, I drew my BSD OC character, Noa. Trying anime after learning new things. I'm not really happy with her hair. I need to think about her design more.

"Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay. To mould me man?" (c)

A foreign ability user named Cohen and his sister Noa visited the Agency. Cohen has the ability "I," which allows him to temporarily animate any objects. For example, tables, chairs, statues, etc. But he must manually "unanimate" them. The weakness of his ability is that objects left animated for too long will go insane.

He came to the Agency because his brother, Levi, stole their family heirloom - a golem, the best matter with which "I" works in symbiosis. Cohen is dying of an illness. He must pass on his ability to another, but finding the golem is a priority.

The main plot twist, of course, is that his "sister" is the animated golem. She does not know about this since the master ordered her to forget and believe in her familial relationship with him - the golem unquestioningly follows the orders of the master and this includes subconscious self-deception. Noa is an ancient creature, but her age matters little because when her master "turns her off," all the memories she has lived are erased from her memory. With a new "turn on," she needs time to gradually gain an independent mind and begin to feel. Unfortunately, this process is rapid enough to cause terrible problems with controlling emotions and feelings, which always lead to blind violence on her part when she can not cope with herself...

In some ways, she is naive, but she highly values ​​life and human life in particular. Human beings amaze her with their complexity and their achievements. And life in general is full of exciting colors and aspects for a once inanimate object. However, there is a person who will do anything to prevent Noa from gaining freedom, and it is not even Cohen...

"I" is a reference to a chapter name from Gustav Meyrink's novel "Golem." Characters are not based on any writer, but they have references to "Golem" chapters' names.

[k0setsuch1e]

Kosetsu Chie

🌊✮ ⋆ 🦈｡ *⋆｡

boundaries!!

-Mod is a minor so no nsfw

- nothing with too much gore but mild gore is fine!

- any other fandom can interact

-Also, I will be just using normal text in character or quotation marks.

-If im ooc it will say so in tags

- Dont sexualize kosetsu.

yapping below this!!

IC STUFF

"I understand our way of justice is warped but my loyalty doesn’t lie with you."

Name: Kosetsu Chie Age: 22

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: biromatic, Aro spec, asexual.

Height: 6’0 ft (6’2 with his boots)

Blood type: O

Ability: "Usurp one's Fortitude" - he can use any ability of an ability user he's touched.

(note about his ability: it takes a HUGGGEE mental toll on him, he'll be more irritable after using it. He can fuse abilities together but his physical state will become weaker, so he usually focuses his ability into his Katana. He doesn't have a completely natural ability up at face value, so he tends to have another person’s ability up and in use in the front of his mind.)

Some info with him and the Hunting Dogs: he's the closest with Teruko and Tachihara. He doesn't believe in this from of justice, but also doesn’t care. Others (The Hunting Dogs) ideals are more important to him. He doesn’t really care for the ADA, only the members that used to be in the PM and he wants them dead.

Likes: Warm tea, stars, sleep, reading, taking care of his hair, his katana, cats, slow paced games, silence, The members in the Hunting Dogs, cooking, justice. (no duh) Cakes (preferably Cheesecake)

Dislikes: PM, DOA, some of the ADA, injustice, Hunter Shin [@looksatyouwithmybiggreeneyes], cruelty (unless called for), sexual themes, physical touch, bright lights, loud noises, strong smells, weird textures, uncertainty. SPIDERS

Voice claim: Winter (reverse 1999)

Disabilities: PTSD, OCD, major depressive disorder

Tags:

#;Dove of a broken wings -> Quotes from kosetsu, very in character usually lore related or directed.

#;ask and you shall receive -> answered asks!

#;Bloodied path -> anything really

#;I have your name on file -> anon asks

He is quite literally the embodiment of a caged bird.

Universe headcanons and extra info

Kosetsu art

Blooming (kosetsu art)

Not actually Teruko Headcanons

Backstory

Stories:

It almost worked (<- kosetsu tries to khs)

Bird in a Cage (<- 10 y/o Kosetsu)

(Reference sheet. art by me :3)

Height info inaccurate :c!!

[cherieonow]

Chiba myuu!☆ the bsd oc from another plant!!!♡

Lore!

Myuu isn't a fully human but can turn into a full one ,she's actually from another plant called plant 'S'

which there are half humans and half animals where most of them live and the animals are their personalitys

example as myuu she is a bunny!,but mostly bunnies can be shy and wants attention but,she isn't that shy like her sister,but has an energetic personality.

Her and her family works as farmers there.

Their ages are like humans but in thousands

Like : 5 years -> 5000 years

When she turned 6 that night,everyone was sleeping,nothing more nothing less.

[BANG]

lil myuu woke up due to the banging sound at the door,she went downstairs to her parents room,opened the door *gently* (ddlc)

Wolfs....wolfs? Parents on the ground getting eaten by wolfs lil myuu stood and ran away.

Then a wolf stopped her but didn't eat her...instead the wolf picked her up and threw her to the wolf's owner he picked her up and his gang took her to their place and putted her in a machine.

Myuu woke up in a strange place,middle of the street?,people staring at her figure laying...

THEY SENT HER TO EARTH!

thats all...

Watcha think @milky-choccy @blueberrypie20

[koffie-catt]

Fyodor Dostoevsky and Alaska Milkovich/Anna Grygoryevna Dostoyevskaya (bsd oc)

ig: https://www.instagram.com/koffie_catt

[osamucide]

@chuuminn inspired me so good i came out of retirement. ada!reid (in studio bones style(?)) with a tiny lore drop beneath the cut

[silvakochdostoe]

Protective husband :p artwork done by Akari on fb!

[thatkarleesidraws]

He has that “I lick it so it’s mine” mentality

[project-orochi]

Facts About Y7139!

He is the vessel for Yamata No Orochi

Theres a barcode tattooed onto the side of his neck with his experiment number beneath it.

Can come off as a bit dull despite actually being very smart.

0 people skills

Sometimes tries to pass as a human just to see if he can, sometimes couldn't care less.

He was the only successful copy of Project Arahabaki.

His ability is called "Evening With Sunlight".

To activate his version of Corruption (dubbed "Realization") he has to recite his own verse. The markings across his body are dark blue/grey.

His singularity is, surprisingly, quite protective of him. Something the scientists didn't know.

He kept quiet about his own personality forming to prevent the scientists from overriding his persona model.

Almost identical to a 15y/o Chuuya- his eyes are just grey (and his hair didn't get cut as regularly).

He's aware of being a clone (specifically A5158's clone).

Jumps between having his own personality (aka "deviating from his programming") to kind of reverting to his programming.

Has taken to calling Professor N "father", though he doesn't actually like him.

Scared of being submerged in water, hates baths (only showers).

He likes snow (despite freezing), cats & watching the sunrise/sundown.

He dislikes enclosed spaces, being beneath the ground, bodies of water, bathing (he Prefers showers) & people causing unnecessary harm.

[bsdbrainrottime]

Seraphim: 🥺

Fukuzawa: I’m not calling you a good boy Seraphim, half the mafia’s balls are gone!!

[Context: They took Atsushi, they get neutered 😋]

[This AU is completely different from the Seraphim blog, just a fair warning lol]

[nxght-shxft]

“Love, you keep me crawling on my knees.”