OOC DOUBLE TROUBLE

Added some rules for new OCs to follow when added. Most of you here already follow them though, and even if you aren't forced to change it.
 
Added some rules for new OCs to follow when added. Most of you here already follow them though, and even if you aren't forced to change it.
Wait what are the new ones and which are the old ones
 
Is it just no breaking entrance door?
 
I mean, suicide exists.
I’m really getting tired of this whole ordeal.

Wait, huh?
You know, I have had a lot, and this time J think I need to cut off our pain.
What. The.
You actually plan to do this?
What if we aren’t gamers?

I don’t care. Someone might or might not restore us, but in the end we won’t end up in this place again.
I just arrived what the hell happened
Nothing much.
 
I unfortunately have a really stupid and very Fluxxation idea for a duo... hold on..
 
I mean, suicide exists.
I’m really getting tired of this whole ordeal.

Wait, huh?
You know, I have had a lot, and this time J think I need to cut off our pain.
What. The.
You actually plan to do this?
What if we aren’t gamers?

I don’t care. Someone might or might not restore us, but in the end we won’t end up in this place again.
I just arrived what the hell happened
Nothing much.
I could probably pay bail to get you two out if needed.
Though if I do, you'll need to help me break my dad out of jail.
 
Am I seriously the person who cares the least about this?!
 
Wait what's happening
 
Here goes nothing...

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Name: She refuses to say, repeatedly making use of phrases like "Stranger Danger!"

Nicknames (Optional): Cinnamon, Cinny.

Gender: Female

Text Color: e86a96

Appearance: A small girl of early teen years at most, probably around 11-12, she still refuses to say. Her appearance is a bit rugged, messy white hair with two floppy cat ears protruding from the sides. Her clothing is layers upon layers of larger and larger robes. She has a thin under-cloak clad in a large sweater, topped off with a huge winter robe. She has a pair of large, droopy hiking pants and clunky hiking boots. An equally messy white tail protrudes from the back of her robes. She's scraped and bruised a bit, covered in bandaids and minor wounds, all of which seem to be from clumsiness.

Personality: Bright, bubbly, entirely unafraid of her surroundings. An extrovert who cares for everyone she comes across, judging, perhaps far too quickly, that people wish to be her friend.

Equipment (Optional): None.

Theme (Optional):

Backstory (Optional): From a poor outpost world still rather untouched by THE PROTOCOL and his iron reign, Cinnamon grew up as somewhat of an orphan. Through hardly more than luck, she fell under the custody of one of the leads of the Astral Forge, a rebellion force standing opposite THE PROTOCOL and his forces, hid covertly under the guise of a huge, intergalactic construction company. Her new single mother has most definitely spoiled her, making up for poor parenting with ample love and affirmation.

Her companion, perhaps closer to an assigned guardian, came into the picture at a later date, captured and repurposed to be unquestionably loyal to the young girl. It is unknown how the two found their way here.

Abilities: Nothing much, she's just a kid at the end of the day, though her unquestioning control of HAZ-EL proves to be her most practical asset.

Strengths: Loveable, sweet, and good at making friends. Her bravery is likely inspiring, especially when said bravery is bolstered by a giant robot guardian.

Height: 4'9

Weight: 100-ish pounds.

Exploitable flaws: She's a small, essentially human child. She's vulnerable to an entire slew of hostilities and weaknesses.

Connections: "Controller", though she would say best friend of HAZ-EL.

Extras (Optional): VERY heavily based on Clara from Honkai Star Rail in her design and connection.

Name: HEAVY ASSAULT UNIT, MODEL ZENITH, EXPEDITED LEGION STRIKE FORCE 008

Nicknames (Optional): HAZ-EL, Hazel (Cinnamon though the name was pretty!)

Gender: Male

Text Color: 475577

Appearance: A massive, blocky machine covered in behemoth, dark thick armor plates. His oculus puts out a radiant red light from a small, constantly scrutinizing lens. He wears a tattered grey cape, a design touch that Cinnamon has graciously added.

Personality: None. Silent, emotionless protector. Subservient in his entirety.

Equipment (Optional): None

Theme (Optional):

Backstory (Optional): A machine designed to be sent to the far reaches of space, made to weaken existing forces in distant strongholds in small numbers, so that when the armies arrived in their full strength, they could plow through the damaged lines. Given sentience to a moderate degree, these machines were essentially special operations soldiers, designed with a whole array of combat and modification in mind. Deployed with a whole arsenal of tools, this model, and a few others, found themselves on the same outpost world as a strong Astral Forge presence, who managed to overpower the few machines after an intense few hours of conflict. Most were destroyed, though many lives were lost. This model was kept alive, though damaged, and tinkered, and interrogated, but its connections to THE PROTOCOL and his forces were already severed, as was the initiative.

It's unclear how much autonomy still remains in the coral-powered machine as it silently endures a form of torture far greater than that of warfare prison.. being made to be "best friends" with a young, bubbly girl.

Abilities: Immense speed, endurance, strength, and agility, all what is to be expected from a goliath combat machine.

Strengths: Close quarters combat, acting as a "tank", general support.

Height: 9'6

Weight: Around a ton.

Exploitable flaws: Lacks ranged combat. Cinnamon is reluctant to use HAZ-EL to "hurt people".

Connections: Personal servant and protector of CInnamon, serving as his prime and only directive.

Extras (Optional): VERY heavily inspired by, both in design and premise, Svarog from Honkai Star Rail
 
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Here goes nothing...


Name: She refuses to say, repeatedly making use of phrases like "Stranger Danger!"

Nicknames (Optional): Cinnamon, Cinny.

Gender: Female

Text Color: e86a96

Appearance: A small girl of early teen years at most, probably around 11-12, she still refuses to say. Her appearance is a bit rugged, messy white hair with two floppy cat ears protruding from the sides. Her clothing is layers upon layers of larger and larger robes. She has a thin under-cloak clad in a large sweater, topped off with a huge winter robe. She has a pair of large, droopy hiking pants and clunky hiking boots. An equally messy white tail protrudes from the back of her robes. She's scraped and bruised a bit, covered in bandaids and minor wounds, all of which seem to be from clumsiness.

Personality: Bright, bubbly, entirely unafraid of her surroundings. An extrovert who cares for everyone she comes across, judging, perhaps far too quickly, that people wish to be her friend.

Equipment (Optional): None.

Theme (Optional):

Backstory (Optional): From a poor outpost world still rather untouched by THE PROTOCOL and his iron reign, Cinnamon grew up as somewhat of an orphan. Through hardly more than luck, she fell under the custody of one of the leads of the Astral Forge, a rebellion force standing opposite THE PROTOCOL and his forces, hid covertly under the guise of a huge, intergalactic construction company. Her new single mother has most definitely spoiled her, making up for poor parenting with ample love and affirmation.

Her companion, perhaps closer to an assigned guardian, came into the picture at a later date, captured and repurposed to be unquestionably loyal to the young girl. It is unknown how the two found their way here.

Abilities: Nothing much, she's just a kid at the end of the day, though her unquestioning control of HAZ-EL proves to be her most practical asset.

Strengths: Loveable, sweet, and good at making friends. Her bravery is likely inspiring, especially when said bravery is bolstered by a giant robot guardian.

Height: 4'9

Weight: 100-ish pounds.

Exploitable flaws: She's a small, essentially human child. She's vulnerable to an entire slew of hostilities and weaknesses.

Connections: "Controller", though she would say best friend of HAZ-EL.

Extras (Optional): VERY heavily based on Clara from Honkai Star Rail in her design and connection.

Name: HEAVY ASSAULT UNIT, MODEL ZENITH, EXPEDITED LEGION STRIKE FORCE 008

Nicknames (Optional): HAZ-EL, Hazel (Cinnamon though the name was pretty!)

Gender: Male

Text Color: 475577

Appearance: A massive, blocky machine covered in behemoth, dark thick armor plates. His oculus puts out a radiant red light from a small, constantly scrutinizing lens. He wears a tattered grey cape, a design touch that Cinnamon has graciously added.

Personality: None. Silent, emotionless protector. Subservient in his entirety.

Equipment (Optional): None

Theme (Optional):

Backstory (Optional): A machine designed to be sent to the far reaches of space, made to weaken existing forces in distant strongholds in small numbers, so that when the armies arrived in their full strength, they could plow through the damaged lines. Given sentience to a moderate degree, these machines were essentially special operations soldiers, designed with a whole array of combat and modification in mind. Deployed with a whole arsenal of tools, this model, and a few others, found themselves on the same outpost world as a strong Astral Forge presence, who managed to overpower the few machines after an intense few hours of conflict. Most were destroyed, though many lives were lost. This model was kept alive, though damaged, and tinkered, and interrogated, but it's connections to THE PROTOCOL and his forces were already severed, as was the initiative.

It's unclear how much autonomy still remains in the coral-powered machine as it silently endures a form of torture far greater than that of warfare prison.. being made to be "best friends" with a young, bubbly girl.

Abilities: Immense speed, endurance, strength, and agility, all what is to be expected from a goliath combat machine.

Strengths: Close quarters combat, acting as a "tank", general support.

Height: 9'6

Weight: Around a ton.

Exploitable flaws: Lacks ranged combat. Cinnamon is reluctant to use HAZ-EL to "hurt people".

Connections: Personal servant and protector of CInnamon, serving as his prime and only directive.

Extras (Optional): VERY heavily inspired by, both in design and premise, Svarog from Honkai Star Rail
Two notes:
These two are going to be really funny together.
I wonder what TUIS will think of Hazel
 
it's connections
*Screeches in wrong form of its*

Seriously it feels like I'm one of few who actually uses its and it's in their correct locations instead of using it's when it should be its
 
*Screeches in wrong form of its*

Seriously it feels like I'm one of few who actually uses its and it's in their correct locations instead of using it's when it should be its
I try too, but I am, unfortunately, a human, and therefore I make mistakes
 
I try too, but I am, unfortunately, a human, and therefore I make mistakes
My guy even when I just pulled a staying-up-until-3 on a weekday I don't mess the two up
 
Thanks for also not providing context on where it's at besides two words so I can't fix it 💀

Edit: Nevermind. Found it

Thanks?? ig
 
Check OOC

Anyway, Imma read Flux’s duo
This is the OOC?
Edit: I'm :red:ing stupid I was looking at the rules TUIS gives you in the IC
 
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