Turtle Queen1010
Turtles are amazing!
This was a character that me and my friend decided to do together. Cora is my very first drawn oc.
This oc template belongs to God who is also the person I am collaborating with
Basic
[“It’s not a phase, mom. I'm serious.”]
Name
Cora Marie Rose
Nickname
Rosey, Rose
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Straight
Age
16-18
Birthday
8-11-1999
Zodiac sign
Leo
Occupation
Super natural hunter
Dream job
To open a café
Height
5’5-5’7
Weight
140-150
Bloodtype
O+
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Species
Human
Personality
Fun,Serious,Funny,loud
Likes
To drink coffee, animals, supernatural, softball,parties
Dislikes
To Be forced into hunting, killing, sushi,being yelled at
Fears
Spiders, Enosiophobia(fear of criticism), Atychiphobia(fear of failing)
Pet peeves
being yelled at by her parents, killing the supernatural
Strengths
baseball, knives, gym
Weaknesses
math, her family
Hobbies/passions
Hunting, drawing, cooking,
[“Get out of my face, you scrub!”]
Favorites
Color
purple
Animal
Werewolf
Food
Pizza,tuna,rice pudding,cheese cake,apple pie
Drink
Dr.pepper, vodka, Shirley Temple,
Activity
skate, roller skating
Famous person
Hugh Jackman
Song
Demons, believer
Subject
Gym
Sport
Softball
Appearance
Hair color
Long blonde hair with brown lights going down to her knees
Skin color
White
Eye color
Emerald green
Piercings
N/a
Tats
N/A
Scars
N/A
Freckles
goes across her face
Birthmarks
N/A
[“Roses are red. Violets are blue. You are a douchebag and I couldn’t give less fucks about you.”]
Stats
Intelligence 8/10
Strength 9/10
Agility 10/10
Wisdom 7/10
Reflexes 10/10
Confidence 5/10
Empathy 3/10
Luck 5/10
Sanity 10/10
Honesty 1/10
Health
Allergies
N/A
Disabilities
N/A
Infections
N/A
Wounds
N/A
Relationships
Mother
Amy has been seen as strict. All in good reason. She was pushed to be the best at a young age. She always has to be the best and expects the same from her daughter.
Father
Ken has been seen on the softer side of the two parents. Make no mistake, this workaholic is still strict but instead of pushing Cora to her limits, he gives her space to be a kid. This has caused them to be closer than she is to Amy
Siblings
N/A
Bff
Charolette. Even her name means petite. She is small in stature and in voice. She is the opposite of Cora, being a fashion loving introvert. But even given this it is said that opposites attract and these two have been inseparable since they were five.
Lover
N/A
Pets
scout is a Husky pit bull mix
”I’m only doing this because it’s my job and I’m forced to.”
Backstory
Demons ARE what Cora’s mother calls the supernatural. Anyone who isn’t human. Anyone who has a sliver of unpure blood. They ARE the ones unfit to live.
Cora Rose. A beautiful child that loved to play. You could hear her small delighted screams as she played tag and hide and seek when she was young.
She hadn’t the slightest idea of what her mother did for a job. Or what her mother intended to train her in.
One day, barely in Coras line of memories her mother had veen in the basement since dawn. She had found an innocent vampire on the streets, doing no harm, playing with the local children from the homeless shelter.
Cora can never forget the stale smell of blood and metal that was coming from the basement when her mother called her down.
Her tone was urgent as she rushed to get the small boy into a closet that his chains would reach.
Cora rushed down the stairs, her footsteps echoing against the wooden steps.
Standing in this plain and bare space, looking down at her daughters emerald eyes Amy put her hand on the door knob to the closet.
“Stand behind the red tape sweety.” Amy cautions. That tape marked just out of the chains reach.
Cora follows her mothers directions.
Amy opened the door and the vampire lunged from the closet. His expression was fear and anger and willingness to fight. He used his advanced speed to go as far as his chains would let him. As He looked up
Cora could see the multiple bruises covering his face, sealing His right eye shut. Few gashes covered his chest and arms. Looking behind the chains she could also see bruised flesh from repeated trials of escape.
“Mommy, what’s wrong with him? Why is he covered in booboos?” Cora asked, her emerald green eyes staring up into her mothers, tears forming in the corners.
Amy said nothing, handing her young daughter a gun. Semi automatic. Powerful. This was the way Amy learned when she was young. Cora stumbled, nearly dropping the gun and stepping over the line.
“Kill him” Amy stated. Her words were void of emotion.
“B-but Mommy, why? What did he do wrong?” Amy forced Cora to have the correct grip on the guns cold metal. Then, with one push, Cora was over the line.
The boy ran at her, his fangs out.
Before he could reach her, she reacted. She meant to throw the gun at him but she ended up pulling the trigger.
This oc template belongs to God who is also the person I am collaborating with
[“It’s not a phase, mom. I'm serious.”]
Cora Marie Rose
Rosey, Rose
Female
Straight
16-18
8-11-1999
Leo
Super natural hunter
To open a café
5’5-5’7
140-150
O+
Caucasian
Human
Fun,Serious,Funny,loud
To drink coffee, animals, supernatural, softball,parties
To Be forced into hunting, killing, sushi,being yelled at
Spiders, Enosiophobia(fear of criticism), Atychiphobia(fear of failing)
being yelled at by her parents, killing the supernatural
baseball, knives, gym
math, her family
Hunting, drawing, cooking,
[“Get out of my face, you scrub!”]
purple
Werewolf
Pizza,tuna,rice pudding,cheese cake,apple pie
Dr.pepper, vodka, Shirley Temple,
skate, roller skating
Hugh Jackman
Demons, believer
Gym
Softball
Long blonde hair with brown lights going down to her knees
White
Emerald green
N/a
N/A
N/A
goes across her face
N/A
[“Roses are red. Violets are blue. You are a douchebag and I couldn’t give less fucks about you.”]
N/A
N/A
N/A
N/A
Amy has been seen as strict. All in good reason. She was pushed to be the best at a young age. She always has to be the best and expects the same from her daughter.
Ken has been seen on the softer side of the two parents. Make no mistake, this workaholic is still strict but instead of pushing Cora to her limits, he gives her space to be a kid. This has caused them to be closer than she is to Amy
N/A
Charolette. Even her name means petite. She is small in stature and in voice. She is the opposite of Cora, being a fashion loving introvert. But even given this it is said that opposites attract and these two have been inseparable since they were five.
N/A
scout is a Husky pit bull mix
”I’m only doing this because it’s my job and I’m forced to.”
Demons ARE what Cora’s mother calls the supernatural. Anyone who isn’t human. Anyone who has a sliver of unpure blood. They ARE the ones unfit to live.
Cora Rose. A beautiful child that loved to play. You could hear her small delighted screams as she played tag and hide and seek when she was young.
She hadn’t the slightest idea of what her mother did for a job. Or what her mother intended to train her in.
One day, barely in Coras line of memories her mother had veen in the basement since dawn. She had found an innocent vampire on the streets, doing no harm, playing with the local children from the homeless shelter.
Cora can never forget the stale smell of blood and metal that was coming from the basement when her mother called her down.
Her tone was urgent as she rushed to get the small boy into a closet that his chains would reach.
Cora rushed down the stairs, her footsteps echoing against the wooden steps.
Standing in this plain and bare space, looking down at her daughters emerald eyes Amy put her hand on the door knob to the closet.
“Stand behind the red tape sweety.” Amy cautions. That tape marked just out of the chains reach.
Cora follows her mothers directions.
Amy opened the door and the vampire lunged from the closet. His expression was fear and anger and willingness to fight. He used his advanced speed to go as far as his chains would let him. As He looked up
Cora could see the multiple bruises covering his face, sealing His right eye shut. Few gashes covered his chest and arms. Looking behind the chains she could also see bruised flesh from repeated trials of escape.
“Mommy, what’s wrong with him? Why is he covered in booboos?” Cora asked, her emerald green eyes staring up into her mothers, tears forming in the corners.
Amy said nothing, handing her young daughter a gun. Semi automatic. Powerful. This was the way Amy learned when she was young. Cora stumbled, nearly dropping the gun and stepping over the line.
“Kill him” Amy stated. Her words were void of emotion.
“B-but Mommy, why? What did he do wrong?” Amy forced Cora to have the correct grip on the guns cold metal. Then, with one push, Cora was over the line.
The boy ran at her, his fangs out.
Before he could reach her, she reacted. She meant to throw the gun at him but she ended up pulling the trigger.
