A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

“Okay.” Lexi held Elliot tightly, trying to forget the citizens’ reactions to the spy brigade this Rebarka person had made up. “Is there anything I can do to help, or should I stay out of St. Canard for a few days?” @Elliot


Age: Depends on rp timeline (most are young adults. Lexi is the youngest (20). Dr. Medley (60) is the oldest.)
Species: Varies (lion, ducks, wolf, Cairn terrier, hares, rat, moose, hounds, cat, stork, chameleon, bear, horse, pig, leopards)
With: Varies (most characters are single. Amy and Lexi have companions)
Occupation: Varies (SHUSH agents, a SHUSH liason, a witch, gangsters, an artist, and villains)


S.H.U.S.H. Agent Kevion Anca: an African lion with a high opinion of himself and not much tolerance for anything. He was a jock who grew up with everything he wanted within easy reach. But his lack of compassion or interest in others stirred his parents to kick him out with an ultimatum: either join the military or another profession that helps people, or he'd be written out of the will and the family estate would be donated to the city. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of a desk job but SHUSH seemed to have enough action without bureaucracy breathing down the organization's neck. It took a lot of hard work, but now Kevion has a job he is proud of (as long as he is nowhere near the lab!) and he's back in his family's good graces. Eventually his ego will be trimmed down to size as life and hardships shape him into a respectable agent, and more importantly, a respectful person. 


Jab and  Java Specks: strong, athletic, tall leopards.  Twin brothers. Jab is the older of the two by minutes and the usual leader, although Java is mouthy, independent, and fun loving, while Jab tends to be more reserved and rigid. 

They work as petty thieves, cat burglars, and mercenaries for hire. When not getting into trouble, Jab works at a bank and Java works at a small fitness center.  


Tempest Loupnoir: reclusive female wolf. Artist. Owner of Daydream Studios, a pottery studio and art shop.   She has gotten tangled up in a few crimes as an unwilling mule, but her morals are strictly good. She can only be persuaded to do illegal activities if she feels she has to protect someone or something, but she will work with Darkwing Duck or other heroes to stop a crime she has knowledge of.  Otherwise, she's (mostly) happy working in her studio and visiting her mom in Dogburg. 


Tim McTerrier and friends (Louisa Lapin Robert BrowserSebastian Houndstooth, Mark Packard , Travis Cole, etc):  the Westie Gang (west side St. Canard) was a group of friends who met in a small basketball court in the middle of some multi story shops and residential apartment buildings on Fur street, near Feather Street. when they were teens, preteens, etc.  The gang started when Tim, Robert, Mark, and Travis left their original gang due to concerns about illegal activities.  The original four made do by arranging "robberies" on citizen targets, pick pocketing easy victims, and then tattling on each other to coax the victim into believing they were helped. Sometimes they were repaid for their "kindness" with a reward after they returned the wallet.  They also enjoyed torturing a shady lawyer who ripped off Tim and his family before Tim went rogue and joined a gang. The younger members joined for the fun of hanging out with a group of strong, friendly, and protective pals.

Depending on the time frame, the gang may or may not be assembled.  In the future, Lou the hare will work as a waitress, Robert the moose will work at a dance club, Mark the rat will be a window washer and painter, Sebastian will get a college scholarship for basketball while playing on the college team. And Tim, the terrier, who prefers to be a mild mannered, law abiding citizen, works at a gas station/convenience mart. Travis the Gadwall drake, probably works at a bar.


 Goku-San Lexi Calandrina Alexandra "Lexi" Calandrina : a female mallard witch. Looks a little like her cousin, Magica DeSpell (related to Nonna), only she has longer hair, violet irises, and she's taller and built more like a teenager.  She wears chic modern American attire, including the occasional sundress or mini skirt.  She styles her hair according to her mood. When she's in her home country of Swansylvania, or training with her school professors or hanging out with her aunt, she dresses in more traditional witch attire, like robes or a long deep purple dress. 

The daughter of a fire-bending warlock and an air-bending witch, Lexi was born with the ability to use magic even before she hatched. She has many limitations, though, and even the powers she was born with can get out of hand, so she needs a lot of training before she can graduate as a full fledged witch.  She can make anything feel a surge of a static.  When she teleports (a learned ability), she appears and disappears in a poof of embers that makes an audible static-like crackle.  She was born with telepathy, although she is limited by distance and by how well she knows the person she wishes to communicate with. She can be mind comtrolled or used to manipulate other people through their dreams or subconscious if Lexi’s strong morals and fatigue do not set in.

Her greatest gift, and curse, is empathy. Lexi easily senses the moods of the people near her and can feel whatever they are currently feeling.  If someone is wounded, she shares the physical pain of the wound and has to distance herself emotionally from the victim in order to feel normal again.  She is learning how to block and control her empath power so that she can function like a normal person without feeling the constant pressure of sharing someone else's feelings.  

Despite her limitations, Lexi is an eternal optimist, and she lives to have fun. She enjoys exploring, trying new things, thrill rides (except for flying brooms. She falls off of those too easily for her taste), and she loves interacting with animals, both normal and magical.  She has a young shapeshifter familiar that prefers to take the shape of a wolf or dog. Lexi can get along with most people but due to her empath sensitivity, she's easily hurt and exhausted by grumpy, violent, frightened, or depressed people. She has to rest frequently. She will use her magic to help people, and will work herself to the point of passing out to defend anyone she deems worthy of her efforts.  She will gladly ally herself with anyone she sees standing up for a just cause, but she despises violence.  She prefers to incapacitate antagonists by transforming weapons and projectiles into flowers, using her cousin's infamous Foof (flash) bombs, and if neccessary, she knows a spell that can lock the target's muscles, freezing them in place. 


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      A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

      Lexi chuckled. “From what I’ve learned about you so far, I think you will do just fine, Mr. Dulltail.”

      • Harmonizer

        Henry blinked, then smiled. "You want to... see me again? I'd love to hang out again. You'll have to show me around. I don't think I've heard of the place."

        He nodded. "I've always been expected to take his place. I'm the CEO of his company, and there's a lot of work, but I'm managing fine. Thanks for asking."

        Then he blushed slightly. "You haven't even heard my speech yet."

        Although, actions always spoke louder than words. He'd quickly composed himself after a week mourning his father's death, and set out fixing his mistakes and mending relationships with the magic community, also becoming an advocate for their rights. He always tried to be fairer to his employees. His father had always been hard on them, but he quickly showed them he wasn't about to throw his weight around just because he inherited the company, and frequently consulted with the people who'd been alongside Dulltail Sr. when Dulltail Co. was founded.

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          A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

          “I’m glad we met, too, Mr. Dulltail. Thank you for your time,” Lexi beamed.
          “Oh wow. This dessert is almost too pretty to eat! May I take a picture of it? Thanks!”
          Lexi took out her phone to snap a quick photo to preserve the memory of the pristine chocolate and colorful real life, edible floral arrangement. She brightened even more when she sampled it.
          “This is as good as the chocolate restaurant my friends went to. Have you been there? We could go there for a treat sometime. If you would like to meet again.”

          She looked curiously at Henry. “Will you try to fill his place? In...oh what is it called? The office chamber? Will you...become a...pol-i-ti-shin? If you, I’ll ask my friends to vote for you. Since I can’t. I’m still on a student visa. But I think I would like to make Calisota my home someday.”

          • Harmonizer

            Henry was a good listener. He was fascinated by her life before she came here, although he was sorry she flunked her exams. She seemed happier here, which was great. She was such a sweet person.

            "You know, one of the points my dad made to attack your kind was the old fashioned mannerisms they never seemed to get out of, but the more I speak to you, the more I realise we're almost the same. We all have difficulties we have to move past. People who would either help us along or refuse to do anything. Hardships. I'm glad I'd met you," he said sincerely.

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              A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

              “Yes,” Lexi smiled nostalgically. “That is one thing I’ve learned in my travels; that despite the many differences each cultural group has, many people value the same things that are important in life. And experience feelings in similar ways. It may be impossible for everyone to agree on any one thing but almost all of us can put aside our differences to share a meal and a story with each other. I love stories, and seeing different perspectives. I enjoy imagining what my life might be like if I was somebody else.”

              “I had to learn so many things in wizard school. Things like scientific theories, and math calculations, and how things work and why, and what happens when you mix them, and anatomy, astronomy, botany, geology, and so forth. My whole life was planned without my input. And I flubbed. I can barely even write a thesis paper.

              “I came to America to escape the pressures of mage society and to just...be normal for a while. You know? Make real friends who aren’t trying to use me to get my parents’ favor. See what a cactus is, and learn the difference between burros, donkeys, and burritos. Try a quesadilla and guacamole and pizza, and milk that doesn’t come from goats or cows. Walk on a beach and see the sun set without freezing in a castle tower. Heh. Learn how to use air conditioning and computers and phones.” Lexi giggled.
              “I think I have most of that figured out now. It’s been so much fun learning from people here! So much better than being stuck in a classroom that smells like sweaty wool socks, burnt hair, paper, and musty books, blegh.”

              She stuck out her tongue in half teasing, half genuine disgust.
              “Not to mention sour dispositions. I had a few good teachers who really enjoyed their work and were happy to help me work on stuff that confused me between classes, but then I had teachers who acted like they wanted nothing to do with me. I barely passed those classes. No surprise.” She frowned.

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