#chrys bloodlurch

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My sweet vampiric himbo was due for a fresh cut

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I have SO many more OCs but I've kinda narrowed it down to these 12 which still doesn't feel like enough lmao

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My rage will bury you

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Unlikely duo of weepy eyed boys who love boys

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pushing up daisies

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relaxing 🐤

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I like when I can do the "this character has a British accent to denote personality and/or status but they're not at all British" trope on my own OCs

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So what if Chrys was either a full-blooded vampire or full-blooded nymph? 👀

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Chrys and some feelings

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Feel free to send me any I've missed if you wanna see them filled out <3

Edit: This is so minor but Tyson in the first one should be depressed + bastard

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Some various work doodles-- Stephen, Chrys, a Zaith, and a Link

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Some Chrysanthemums

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Allied

"So... You're a dhampir."

Chrys laughed brightly. He fixed Stephen with a sincere smile.

"Judging by your tone, I'd say you've had some bad experiences."

"Here and there," A dusty old tome floated by the Sorcerer Supreme's head. He brushed it off and it changed directions mid-air. "It's a mixed bag. Depends on if they're with a coven or not."

"True, very true," Chrys sighed. His smile turned melancholy. "I think many of us find ourselves straddling a line of identity. Not vampire enough for the pure-bloods. Considered freaks and monsters by everyone else."

"Your parentage...?"

"My father was a pure-blood," Chrys nodded. He looked even sadder. "Hated the coven. Despised them. He fell for my mother, a nymph. They were madly in love, the likes of which I feel most people will never encounter in a thousand lifetimes."

Stephen's lips thinned and he found it hard to meet the dhampir's eyes. They stood in silence for a moment, the Sanctum quietly bustling around them.

"Am I allowed to ask what brings you here to New York?" Stephen finally inquired.

"I'm hunting," Chrys looked deathly serious now, arms crossed over his broad chest. "A madman by the name of Count Kronus. He leads an expansive coven of pure-bloods who seek to enslave mankind and tear down anyone who opposes. He's also the one who... Took my parents from me, so I have a bit of a bone to pick."

"I'm assuming those are the ones my acolytes sensed a couple weeks ago," Stephen rubbed at his chin. "About when you arrived."

"If they felt any sort of oppressive force, that's probably him, the bastard."

"Which is an issue if he's as powerful as you're alluding."

They stood together in thought. Chrys spoke first.

"I know we already are allies but mutual aid will be in our best interest."

"Absolutely," Stephen held out his hand on instinct. "I'll be reliant on your expertise. Perhaps you can look through our collection, correct any wrong information."

"I'd be delighted," Chrys shook it, completely unbothered and unfazed by the state of Stephen's hands. "My magic might operate differently from yours but I'm sure we can make it work."

Something buzzed and chimed. Chrys jolted, patting down his pants until he pulled out his cell phone. It was incredibly basic, a gift from the Avengers to keep them all in contact.

"It's our friends," Chrys announced. "They require my assistance."

"Go on, I'll be here." Stephen urged. 

"Thank you," Chrys bowed his head before turning to bolt out of the library and down the stairs. He called over his shoulder as he left. "Beautiful place by the way! Very dusty but very lovely!"

Stephen chuckled. He wiggled his fingers and the door locked behind Chrys. 

The dhampir was certainly a fascinating creature.

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No one guessed correctly so no $3000 prize-- the answer was ditzy romance novel protagonist and tired wizard