So, I concluded that I need to write more often. And writing about my OCs is a great way to do that. First off, I may need to do a little background before I begin. By the way, these characters have been used as pets on a particular pet site. n.n;
First OC: Necromancer "Roman" D'Lancastor is the (now) head of a large corporation. His companion is Angel, or Gene. Roman absolutely despises all things generic, so... Yeah. He tends to enjoy the one-of-a-kind things in life.
First Story:
Roman and Zales
Roman paused before the entrance, pain and lack of will straining his features. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and waltzed through the doors of Zales. Dreaded, dreaded Zales… He almost fled as he saw the mass produced rings lined up in haphazardly built glass cases.
“This is for Angel… Angel wants a normal ring… Happy thoughts…”
He forced himself to walk over to an over-eager sales representative that has been eyeing him since he first passed the place seven times ago.
“May I help you?” He asked.
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The pretty young man was looking at me as if he was a deer caught in the headlights. Poor guy. Probably forced here by a girlfriend who wanted
commitment. Why couldn’t women wait for the men nowadays? They were so quick in wanting to get hitched.
“May I help you, sir?” I prompted again, as he stared at the rings in fright. He looked so tense, almost ready to flee. I wanted to tell him that the ring wasn’t needed. To just dump the girl for forcing him into this mess. But he looked rich, and I wanted my part of the commission. What, I have to bring food to my lonely table. If I helped every poor guy out there, I would have starved to death years ago.
“Yes… I need a ring.”
Bingo. Ding, ding, ding, we have a future prisoner. I smiled reassuringly at him. He fixed his eyes on one of the rings, flushing scarlet. Ooh, he’s going to be fun to mess with. I gleefully rubbed my hands together.
“Oh? Like an engagement ring?”
He regained some of his composure and raised an eyebrow. “What else would I need a ring for?”
“Ah.” Willing to joke around, too! Or maybe it was a defense? “Well, you came to the right place. I’m sure diamonds would be best to win over your sweetheart’s heart?”
“You’re the expert.” He replied dryly. I chortled.
“Of course, of course! That’s why I’m here. The key to every woman’s heart is a unique diamond ring.” He shuddered at the word ‘diamond’. Maybe I was wrong about him being rich? Or did he shudder at the word ‘unique’? There were, in fact, too many rings to choose from. He probably didn’t want to be here all day…
But just to make sure, I asked, with crossed fingers, “What’s your price range?”
He seemed to think a moment, then shuddered. “Ten to fifteen…” Please don’t say hundred! I’ll be the laughing stock of the reps! “… thousand.” I masked my relief with feigned shock.
“Goodness! This must be one lucky woman!”
He glared at the counter. “If you say so.” He muttered something else, but I couldn’t catch it. Something ‘happy thoughts’?
Oh, he’s modest. It’s hard to find a rich bloke that had feelings nowadays. “I do say so.” I responded cheerfully. His scowl deepened.
I reached under the counter for a ring that was quite a bit more pricey. If someone was willing to shell out fifteen grand, then he’d be willing to sacrifice even more. His eyes widened at the sight of it. Jackpot! “That’s… err… some ring.”
“Isn’t it?
~~~
I absolutely
despise this man. This greasy little weasel just showed me one of the rings I designed, for Pandoria’s sake! I knew the price on the tag… One hundred twenty three-
“It’s only one hundred and twenty three thousand! Isn’t that a bargain for such a beautiful ring?”
“It’s a D’Lancandry, right?” I decided to play dumb.
“Close. D’Lancastor. Apparently, the heir designed it. He has wonderful taste, don’t you think?”
Think? I know. Because I am him! I wanted to shake this little sales representative. But… My face is rarely shown to the public, so no one but the employees know who I am. Good thing we don’t own Zales and clients. I calmed myself down.
“That’s a bit above my price range.” Good thing he asked before he showed me this ring.
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I resisted the urge to drop my shoulders and pout. He was just a penny pincher. What I hate most is the greedy rich fellows. I snapped. “Fine.”
He pointed at another ring, oblivious to my tone. “How about this one?”
I had to control my voice as I took out the ring he was looking at. I smiled. “Isn’t it a bit above your price range?”
“How much?” Gods, he was persistent.
“Quarter of a million.” He bit his lip ring. Was he seriously thinking about it?
“I shouldn’t… Angel would kill me.” He smirked, laughing at an internal joke of some sort.
“Why are you so interested in this black diamond ring?”
“Because it’s so pretty.”
“What is your Angel like?”
“Angel is the light when I’ve been in darkness… Angel is my other half, my life.”
“This ring doesn’t suit her.”
“Why not?”
“Black Diamonds represent hate.”
“Ah. So… What about a sapphire?”
“A sapphire? We don’t have any diamond/sapphire combinations.” My eyes lowered. I just lost a customer.
“Thank you very much for trying to help me.” He held out his hand.
I hesitated, then shook it. “It was nothing, Mr…?”
“D’Lancastor.” I paled, then reddened in embarrassment.
“The designer of these two rings?”
“The very one.” He smiled brilliantly and I felt something falling into my long sleeve. He let go of my hand. “Forget my face, please.” He winked.
I looked at my sleeve for a second, astonished. It was a wad of cash! I doubt there would be any less than fifteen gees…
“Th-Thank you, Mr. D’Lan-” I swiftly glanced up, and in not seeing him there, I scanned the shop.
He was nowhere to be found.
