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Posted: Feb 12 2017, 09:09 AM
I'm going to slowly build my OCs as I write them, so their info will be continuously updated as I figure them out.
Don't you see the colour of deception turning your world around again.
... Suicide Blonde
“You think you know me?” she asked, arching one perfect eyebrow.
Blonde hair, green eyes, curves to kill for; Eva Maire DeMarco nee O'Brien was the kind of dame that men wanted and women wanted to be. There was much more to her than her stunning looks, though. She was smart, cunning, and the finest actress you've seen this side of the silver screen. How else could she have risen from the poor, Irish immigrant whose parents could barely afford to feed her to the wife of one of the most rich and powerful men in Los Angeles?
She smiled an enigmatic smile, her ruby red lips just barely curving upwards before wrapping around the slim end of her cigarette holder. She took a delicate draw before letting the smoke out slowly. “My husband? Of course, everyone knows him, and if they don't... well, they certainly know of him.”
She was just barely three years old when her parents had uprooted her and moved to New York. Even with only one child they struggled to make ends meet, and she had been put to work as soon as she was old enough.
When Eva was fourteen her mother fell ill and passed away, and although her father tried his best she was wild, unruly. It wasn't long before started dallying with older men, usually married ones, who would buy her clothing and jewellery but could never truly whisk her away like in the fairytales. Not a prince among them.
“What do you want to know? You want a story that will make you cry? Cheer?” A laugh, deep and husky. Genuine? You be the judge. “Perhaps you're looking for something... deeper.” She leaned in, dark eyelashes half shielding her eyes. “You say you want to know me. Just how do you want to know me?”
At the age of nineteen she caught a ride with her newest beau to Los Angeles. He set her up with an apartment, his kept woman in L.A. while his wife waited in New York. A prime set-up, and she milked it for all it was worth. A free ride, that was all she had been looking for, because now that she was where she wanted to be she intended to become the best actress the world had ever seen.
Too bad the world had other ideas.
She was working at a club to make some extra cash until she hit it big, and she caught the attention of a very distinguished man. He was handsome, charming, and for the first time in her life she felt something stir within her. He was the kind of man you didn't mess around with; the kind of man to give up dreams for. At twenty-one, Eva was married, and for a while she thought she had found her prince.
People aren't always as they seem.
The first few years were wonderful, but as the honeymoon period passed and Eva learned more of what her husband, Mickey DeMarco, really did for a living, the further apart they grew. This was only compounded by the fact that he was desperate for a family, and try as they might Eva couldn't give him a child.
”You better be careful. Mickey'll kill you for even thinking a thing like that,” she spoke with clear amusement before leaning back in her chair again and taking another drag from her cigarette.
The years wore on and Mickey became more powerful in the L.A. underground, and Eva became little more than a trophy he displayed to help his public image. There was little love left between them, but he was possessive, controlling, and incredibly jealous. He would ignore her for days, but if she so much as smiled at a man that wasn't one of his trusted boys he would fly into a rage. Some days he even had her followed under the guise of protecting her.
Some women would shrink and fail under such unhappiness, but Eva was far too stubborn for that. Her whole life had been about survival and she wasn't about to stop now. No, now she secretly learned all she could about his business, squirreled away whatever money she could by inconspicuously selling off some of the trinkets Mickey still lavished on her as apologies or placating gifts. She was building her nest egg, building up a case that would destroy him. Would she ever do anything with it? Who knew, but it was reassuring just knowing that she could, that at any moment she could ruin him.
Who really held the power?
”You don't know me at all, and I'm sorry, pal, but you never will.
1940s Noir socialite/mafia wife.
Posted: Feb 12 2017, 10:07 AM
Alina is the daughter of Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. Much like her brother, she decided at a young age to continue in the family business. As the younger child, she watched her brother excel and while she started out admiring him and wanting to be just like him, when she hit her teens she became fiercely competitive. She didn't just want to be as good as him, but better. It wasn't that easy, though, so she decided if he could do their father proud with his archery and achievements then she would follow in their mother's footsteps and be the best spy modern SHIELD had ever seen.
It was exhausting, honestly, and it wasn't like she hated Flint. In fact, she loved him more than anyone, and still admired, albeit less openly
She has a bit of an attitude problem, but that comes from being who she is. The Daughter of Hawkeye and the Black Widow, and baby sister of the new leader of his own Avengers. She's a bit of a contradiction, wanting to follow in her parents footsteps but also not be in anyone's shadow. She's got some growing up to do for sure.
Alina is not exactly a romantic, but she develops crushes really easily. Dante is her deepest and longest running crush, probably because she's known him longest as he's her brother's best friend. He's just the top of a long list, though.
Fledgling agent, super spy wannabe.
Posted: Feb 12 2017, 11:15 AM
Brynjar is the first and only child of Thor and Sif, and in succession for the thrown behind his father. It's a lot of pressure for a young man, god or not, without everything else on top of it. Being the son of two of the greatest warriors in all of Asgard, it is expected that Bryn follow in their footsteps and be as fierce and formidable. The thing is, Bryn doesn't actually like to fight. He doesn't find glory in battle, doesn't enjoy vanquishing his enemies. He will fight in self defense, to protect others weaker than him, but otherwise he wishes to avoid it.
How to tell his parents that, though? How should he tell these great warriors that he's a pacifist? He doesn't think he could handle the disappointment so he tries to fight, and will probably only disappoint them anyway by being only subpar.
Midgard was a bit of a sticking point within Brynjar's family. His father had fallen in love with the place and the people that lived there, while his mother resented it for fascinating her husband so. Thor had agreed to stay in Asgard and do his duty as the son of Odin, but he still kept in close contact with his friends on Midgard and would speed off there at a moment's notice.
Brynjar himself hadn't known what to think of the place, having grown up hearing his father praise it and his mother complain, so it was only natural that he would develop an intense curiosity for the place. As he grew he would sometimes accompany Thor on his excursions, and got to meet the children of the other Avengers whom he liked very much.
An adult now, though still very much a youth by Asgardian standards, he had been quick to side with his father when Thor had suggested he spend some time on Midgard on his own. Sif had not been pleased, but Thor had argued how his time banished there had shaped him into the man he is today. It had been a hard point to ignore.
Once on Midgard, Bryn was supposed to learn about the Midgardians and how to protect him, but he saw it as an opportunity to shirk his warrior training and live the peaceful life he longed for. He could be an Avenger by name, help when necessary to protect someone, but not push it too hard.
You can call him Bryn