Obsessed With Your Legacy-
Obsessed With Your Legacy-
Your sentences border on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph. To how they perceive you!
I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command. I led my men straight into a massacre! I witnessed their deaths firsthand- I made every mistake, And felt the shame rise in me. And even now I lie awake, Knowing history has its eyes on me.... History has its eyes on me...
Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells your story. I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you! But remember from here on in: History has its Eyes on you!
(( Washington cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis The best thing he can do for the revolution Is turn n’ go back to plantin’ tobacco in Mount Vernon))
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Full Name: Charon Pagano
Species: Soul Collector (formerly human)
Gender: Male [he/him/his]
Age: unknown
Birthdate: November 8th
Sexuality: Demiromantic Asexual
Height: 5ft 5 in
Myer Briggs: ISFP
Voice Claim: Virgil "Anxiety" Sanders from Sanders Sides
Related Characters: Espi; Derek, Andrea, Dedra; The Soul Collector (link to ref when it's done)
Charon was born on the streets, taken care of by drifters until they deemed they needed to drift in a different direction from a child. They weren't his parents. They didn't have responsibility towards him. No, Charon had no one to take care of him but himself. And that was fine.
He scrounged up what he could, used what others didn't need, and started getting getting minimum wage jobs as soon as people would hire him. He was hired on as simple things. But, with no formal education, he didn't have much of a chance for anything else.
Until he started overhearing dark secrets. Secrets that people wanted other people dead. And, well, they'd pay for it. Charon had two choices: turn these secret holders in and probably get hit himself for being a rat. Or get the job done.
He became a psuedo-hit man. Getting paid to kill others. It got him what he needed. He never liked that he did it, but it was what life handed him. It was fine, for a bit.
But police figured out what he was. And he was the subject of a man hunt across the united states as he fled. He was shot in a confrontation and crawled to an alley to die. He was born there, he would die there.
Death approached this dying man and felt pity for his soul. He could hear Hell calling for this man but.... Charon had been dealt a bad hand. Most people who were dealt a bad hand like this were negotiated away to purgatory- or they were condemed to hell. And Death usually didn't care. But Charon reminded him so much of another.....
Death squirreled Charon a once-in-a-blue-moon deal he couldn't refuse. He'd become a soul collector. One who would be tasked with collecting souls that Death missed and became ghosts. It was true what they said, no one could be everywhere at once. He had to collect the souls of ones who were harmful to mortals. But the ones who were minding their own buisness? Up to him as to what to do with them.
Charon accepted.
Death introduced himself as Derek, a being capable of splitting his soul off into multiple bodies so he could do his job. Derek and Charon became close as Derek taught the new soul collector the ropes. Charon felt Derek understood him, and was the closest thing that Charon had towards being a friend. Even more....
But it all came crashing down one morning. Andrea, a vampiric former guardian of Death when Death was still a new, fragil soul, came to Charon in tears. The higher ups could not find Death or his soul anywhere. And when they looked..... They found the world had created a new Death. A young girl who said her name was Dedra.
Derek was gone, as good as dead. Charon now forces himself to focus on the task he has been given. Pick up the slack from the new Death and gather souls as best he can. He just tells himself that when he's paid back his debt... He'll look for Derek's soul himself. The higher ups had to have missed something. Overlooked a small detail- something. Derek couldn't be gone.
ABOUT THE SOUL IN A JAR:
Watson was gifted to Charon when Derek was still around. This soul seems to be trapped in a magic jar that makes the heavenly powers unable to detect the soul or judge it properly, and therefore was left until it could be judged. The jar cannot be opened, no matter how hard anyone tries. It can't be broken either. It seems invincible. Derek wanted Charon to "take care" of Watson, as he didn't have time to watch over the soul anymore.
FINALLY HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND DRAW HIM. This is Poet (he/they)! Another new mc for Our Life. This time romancing Baxter :^)
He works at a children's "cryptozoology" museum that shows off odd and lesser known animals in fun and educational ways. He mainly works with the bugs they keep as exhibits but does work with the other bugs. They also sometimes are that person that visits schools with a buncha animals (bugs or snakes or the like) as an educational show.
Should I Take The Upgrade?
Don't worry about the guilt you feel. Just take a breath and seal the deal!
I think this is the worst thing I’ve ever drawn.
Mother’s day picture for my mom!
A quick edited side by side of the three main right hands of the Diamonds. Good height comparison references for the three! Brimstone is ever so slightly shorter than Pearl, coming to her nose, and B*tch Crystal would have Pearl come to the notch in his gem horn.
Tis the curve of your figure and the glint of your eye-
Tis the rose in your cheek and the touch of your thigh!
I’m over my head, boys, but I’ll wager my life.
On the sweet bonny lass who sails with the tide!
A quick 1 am drawing of my Covellite and @croxovergoddess‘s Gold’s fusion! Bustamite! A pirate sass queen. She loves destruction and being overdramatic.
:3c
a few small meme sketches with ocs in them
