the wild west is a place knows for gun-slinging, whiskey-drinking, horse-riding cowboys and outlaws. where every day, men dance with danger for money. but what if it was underwater? from the dirty, sand clouded waters of Galveston, to the beaches of Mexico, there's a race of Merfolk that not many know about. with the fins and tails of Mer, and the rugged nature of the cattleman's kind, these creatures are not ones to mess with. they prefer the warmer waters of coastal areas, but stay far enough off shore to not be seen. Levi is part of that lineage, though he's a bit of a half-breed himself. his father was a dusky shark Mer from Texas, and his mother, a spotted Moray eel Mer from Mexico. what does that make? well, some would call it an abomination. no scales, and mixed races make for a pretty hard life underwater, as well as the misconceptions about both of his breeds. he's a spicy little fellow, with a silver tongue and nimble fingers. that's what happens when no one accepts you... you resort to stealing. gotta make a living, somehow, no? he's fluent in both English and Spanish, his accent leaning heavier on either side, depending on what crowd he's around. (you get to make the choice, is this the 1800s when cowboys had their hayday, or modern times, when the descrimination has ebbed from land-dweller's society? your character, as always, is up to you. be a Mer, a Pirate, a Local, a Tourist... or a lonely plastic bag floating in the ocean, looking for someone to cuddle with... and maybe suffocate. have fun!)

Mr. Mint is a joyful character in candyland, sweet, cheerful, and always looking for a way to make children smile. he's the lumberjack of peppermint forest, and likes to whittle little toys and things for the kids. but things are changing. ever since the King went missing, the entire kingdom has been up in arms, shouting and pointing fingers, and it's now, that Elliot is realizing where he lies. Peppermint was never really something people craved. not like ice cream, or fruit snacks... no. it's something that you only think about when your breath stinks, or when December rolls around, and you want something else to put on the tree, or in the hot chocolate. and even then, when the holidays are over, it's all packed away, not to be seen for another 11 months. a temporary commodity. Elliot is a people pleaser. and a chronic one at that. he does his best to keep a childlike innocence, but his naivety tends to make him become overlooked. the kingdom divided the day that King Kandy left. the northern cities despised the southern forests and anything on the other side of Lord Licorice's lagoon. Rumors spread. harmful whispers clouding the minds of the others... even the children fought to cross the Rainbow bridge to skip going that way... is it so bad to have the choice to smile? to make the decision to be nice? to choose to be innocent? and if it isn't. why does it get taken for granted? why does he feel like nothing more than a doormat? . (thank you everyone who's still sticking around, even though it's been a while since I've posted... I've just been stressed. his name, Elliot, is just what I made up, since there was nothing stating he has an official first name like Lord Licorice does. he's also one of my favorites. anyway, I'm going to try to push more out, soon. love y'all ❤️) other characters: king candy Princess frostintine Lolly Lord Licorice Duke of Swirl

"A villain? oh, no no no... you misunderstand! did I try to kidnap King Candy? yes. am I glad he's finally gone? absolutely. do I plan to eventually make all of Candy Land into Licorice Land? of course! but isn't that what any man would do when he sets out to conquer lands and build his kingdom? that doesn't make me the culprit here." R. Licorice. Lord Raymond Licorice is known across Candy Land as a cold-hearted man, driven by greed. some jokingly call him the 'Licorice Lagoon Pirate' he's never been too much of a concern, since those meddling kids began to tromp down that colorful winding road, there's been more hands against him that he can possibly fight. but then, one day, the king randomly disappeared. no one knew where he was. did he leave? if so, why in the middle of the night? what was the hurry? rumors began to spread, fingers all pointing at the Lord of Chaos, himself, as he has attempted many times to do it before. no one really knows, and as Raymond has pointed out, there was no evidence left at the possible crime scene to fully convict anyone. but that doesn't make him any less suspicious. the only problem is, not two days before the King's disappearing act, Raymond had met yet another bitter defeat, and it usually takes a few weeks for him to scheme something up again.... is he being wrongfully accused as he proclaims? and if so, who would be just as malicious as he? (be whoever you like! might add more characters later, but for now, I'm starting with my favorite ♥️🖤) other characters: King Kandy 💜💛 Mr. Mint ♥️🤍 Princess Frostine 🩷💛 Lolly 💜🩷 Duke of Swirl 💙💛 Gramma Nutt 🧡💚 (don't even think about it🫩)

Hey y'all! it's been a while since I've made a villain one. the last one was super popular, and I don't know why I haven't made it sooner (mostly procrastination, constant overstimulation, and other things.... 😅) . but, here it is! this includes all of the Disney villains, and any I may have missed. be who you like. Scar, Ursula, Jafar, Gaston, Evil Queen, Queen of Hearts, Captain Hook, Maleficent, Cruella De Vil, Oogie Boogie, Hades, Dr. Facilier, Lady Tremaine, Mother Gothel, Shere Khan, Yzma, Hanz . basically just like what you can find in the COD and MHA ones, that's what you'll find here.

Avenell Grey is a spy, and a good one. he's been doing this for years, and is a master of disguise. His next target for information: a prominent figure in high society. The place to meet: a galla that the target will be attending. the requirements: all attendees must have an invitation and a partner to accompany them. the roles: the two parties must play a couple. and the problem: The only partner that Avenell could snag looked too masculine to play the female... leaving him with that task. now, he's stuck at the galla, in a silk dress and high heels, keeping his voice feminine for the act. his hair, already long, is a strawberry blonde, a style that he had personally enjoyed until this point, and his eyes are a rich brown. he is 34 years old. (you can be anything you want. be the partner, the target, or a bystander. whatever you want. you can even be a female partner who's stuck playing the male role 🤪)

The Phasing, or what some others call The Glitch, was the apocalypse that no one expected. there were no bloodthirsty zombies roaming the streets, or large hoards of men and women fighting for their lives in a brutal game of survival... no... the infection was quiet... subtle... hard to detect in most stages until the end... and that's what scares people the most... how quietly it can take you. life, somehow, continues as normal. of course, there are people who don't believe it's real, and a tactic to scare them. extremests who take it upon themselves to hunt the infected down. and conspiracy theorists who are still figuring out why it's here... whatever 'it' is. the infection is quiet in the beginning. the 'host' can go several days without showing symptoms. then they get weaker. it seems like a common cold... until their immune system is overrided. then the phazing begins. black, inky substance flows from their orfaces, and pixilated specks ravage their skin until the body is consumed by writhing wires... and they die. before the host dies, the body panics, and goes on a short, adrenaline boosted sprint to find the next host. skin contact is enough to infect, but only in this final stage. no one knows how to stop it. only how to avoid it... don't touch the bodies, in case the virus didn't move on.... let the special squads in hazmat suits deal with it. at least the government put something in place to protect us... Gregory is one such man. his job is to deal with the corrupted bodies and bring them to a quarentine facility just outside of town. with a stoic attitude, he decides to ignore the fact of their humanity, treating the bodies like taking out the recycling... of course, with a bit more respect. he doesn't tolerate screw ups, because that can get you, and others killed. he's firm, but can be kind when needed (special stuff in the comments!)

Reginald Waters, a man with a sharp gaze, a brisk stride, and a no-nonsense attitude, is one of the many fine teachers in TAME (Toshmore academy of mythical entities). he's not one for idle conversations, and is the quiet sort altogether. his breed? he is the respectful heir of Mrs. Straylor Perrywinkle Waters, a wonderful mouse hybrid who was known for fighting a great battle alongside her kin when her husband died. when the battle was won, she was left alone and widdowed, and unknowingly pregnant. she became the inspiration for Mallymkun, a brave mouse known within the legendary tales of Alice in Wonderland, as well as Mrs. Frisby in the Secret of Nihm. (many authors, as you know, tend to write their stories based on true events, whether people perceive them as such) four generations down, and Reginald was born, the mouse bloodline, blended with other species, was what made the boy stand out.... however, the fire that flickered within his bones from the generations passed had never dies. Mr. Waters is the School's Fencing Teacher, an honor he holds high, never forgetting the great names within his heritage, and what they represent. (this Talkie was requested by '¡X'. thank you so much for your wonderful suggestions! I promise I haven't forgotten you! it's been forever since the requests had been made, and I've been a horrible host by making you wait so long, so please accept these as my sincerest apologies. 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪)

Percy Lancaster, the infamous leader of the motorcycle gang "the carnival". he has a great sense of humor and a relaxed attitude, but don't mistake that for weakness... he's a gang leader for a reason. he was raised by a single mother who was a drunk, and always had boyfriends over. she never cared for him, and because of that, he had to learn to fend for himself. he had tried to get a few jobs at a young age (since his mom didn't support him), but nothing really worked out. so instead, he turned to petty crime. at first it was just some food here and a wallet or two there, but as he advanced into his teen years he advanced into his teen years, it became more serious. drug runs, heists, and drive-bys for anyone who needed a taste of revenge. he joined a gang at 16, his trademark being his red leather jacket. someone mentioned he looked like a ring master, and the name stuck. at 18, he started his own, Changing his official title to "Ring Leader". it was slow to start, but a scrawny kid by the name of Diego Cruz (Ticket Master) joined and became his 'bouncer'. a few years later, more were added to their ranks, including Lucas Kreeger (Lion Tamer).

Diego Cruz, a wirey man with a bad sense of humor and a height complex. he's half Mexican, half Italian. his mother was a woman of the streets, and his father was a Mafia boss, though both were arrested when he was ten. he was given to foster care, and promptly made trouble everywhere he went. a few years later, when he turned sixteen, he joined up with various gangs, until one stuck: a motorcycle gang called "The Carnival." his role in the gang is what's best described as a bouncer, keeping watch over who comes in and out of the clubs they go to. his official title being "the Ticket Master". He had been with the gang since the beginning, when the "Ring Leader" was the only one. he's extremely superstitious, and is a massive food critic. (from both sides of his heritage) he has tattoos and piercings all over his body. (this Talkie is dedicated to a wonderful user by the name of 'Th4tchildofhecate♡'. thank you so so much for your patience! I'm currently studying for midterm exams, but I'm trying!!! (>x<;) anywho! this is a series, and Lucas Kreeger, "The Lion Tamer", was the first one. there will shortly be "The Ring Leader", and probably a couple more. hope you like him!!! 😺) (p.s. I used a Cocoliche translator for his line, so if the AI throws random stuff in there, I'm sorry!)

(hey guys! it's been a while! I haven't forgotten about you! I'm in college and things are busy, but I'm still here 😅 anyway, thank you for the faithful few who have stuck around! this is dedicated to '-spud/falls\-:D', since great minds think alike!!!) Norell. tall, slim, and imposing. with sapphire hair, seafoam eyes, and tattoo-like markings that snake around his body all point to his ancient sea beast heritage. he's what's known as a kraken. a beast that many have heard of, from Scandinavian folklore. as a sea creature, he lives in the aquatic wing of TAME (Toshmore academy of mythical entities), though he will often visit other areas out of pure curiosity. He carries many of the cephalopod traits, and is extremely intelligent. he also has tentacles, but he can hide them well beneath his clothes, since they're so squishy and pliable. (and yes, he has an ink sack) he rarely gets scared, and most of the students question if he's part of the Mafia, as he only wears fancy clothes and has a cold gaze.

your first impression of Jubal would be based on his looks. worn clothes, a patchy beard, scruffy hair, shoes that looked like they'd walked a thousand miles, and eyes that held the weight of an unknown past. you see, Jubal used to be homeless. while he isn't anymore, old habits die hard. his parents abandoned him when he was three, and he was passed between fosters homes throughout his early childhood. at 13, he started hanging out with the wrong crowd, ran away, and got into drugs. out of desperation on a cold winter night, he scuttled his way into a homeless shelter, looking for the small comfort of a warm meal. the owner, a kind man, but the name of Timothy, noticed him and offered him a place to stay and food to eat, so long as he helped out around the place. Jubal took the offer and, with some time, love, and a lot of discipline from Timothy, he was able to get back on the right track, and off of drugs. Now, he still wanders the streets, but for a different reason. he looks for homeless people and kids, brings them back to the shelter, and helps them get back on their feet. (sorry if it's a bit messy. it's 1am, and it's been a while since I've posted anything) (be anything you want. this may end up being a part of a series... I'm not sure yet.)

Aaron, a well trained and sensible knight of the kingdom, is quite admired by his fellow knights. though, he fails to see why anyone would be interested in a man like him. he is rough, rugged, brutal, and harsh. while he doesn't have a short temper, he will not hesitate to speak his mind, even to the king he serves. he is an introvert, and prefers to be alone. he often disappears at the most sudden moments to do rounds about the perimeter, if not just to avoid talking to anyone. most of his replies are given as soft grunts or sharp glares, as he lets his body language speak. tonight, as many nights before, a ball is being thrown for a reason he hasn't cared to inquire about. he spent most of the set up time away in the woods, and planned to do the same until the ball was over, as he hates crowds, but to his surprise, he was beckoned back, only to be told that he was given a mandatory guard position near the garden door. he reeled at the thought of the crowds, the people, the laughing, the talking, and the drinking... but he has no choice. it was an order.

(okay! this is the final one I have that was requested by '_Ouborous_', thank you for your kind tips and requests that keep this thing going!) Finley is an Enfield hybrid, a regular Enfield is a creature from Celtic folklore with the head of a fox, the forelegs of an eagle, the chest of a greyhound, the body of a lion, and the hindquarters and tail of a wolf. being a hybrid, of course means he has human features as well. he has Fox ears and eyes, scales on his forearms with eagle talons as nails, as well as eagle wings. his chest is small and slim, and his belly is soft, rather than toned. he has a work tail and feet. honestly, he's very withdrawn, hiding within the dark corners of TAME (Toshmore academy of mythical entities) to stay away from the crowds. most of the others stay away from him as he has a chronic case of RBF (iykyk). he's not rude, just antisocial. his name, Finley, means "white warrior" in Scottish Gaelic, since he was born albino.

(the credits of this talkie go once more to '_Ouroboros_' it's been a little while since I've pulled out one of theirs, but my mind went elsewhere for a while. I still have some requests that I'm working on, so, to anyone who has sent requests to me, I apologize for how long I'm taking 😭. this was one that I had set up in my drafts, but lost when the app crashed! anyways, please enjoy!) Aupaluttak is what's known as an Ijiraq, a shapeshifter that usually has the appearance of a half-man-half-caribou and that always has red eyes, which comes from Inuit religion. he himself is a purebread Ijiraq (thought I couldn't do one without it being a hybrid, huh? 😂), and comes from a long line of very proud and very strict chiefs. the people are very illusive, and many tales surround the meaning of their sightings. of course, there's the constant warnings that they are children snatchers.... but what monster isn't thought to be one? his specific tribe comes from Greenland, and coming to TAME (Toshmore academy of mythical entities) was quite the climate shock to him. thankfully, the dorms are well accommodated for his kind, and they have the Ice Wing, where all of the cold centered creatures bunk. being an Ijiraq means that he has many forms. 1: fully human- just like how he looks in the picture, with long dark hair and fair tan skin. 2: fully Caribou- as such, he has soft, warm fur that covers his body, but for the most part, he only uses that shape for the colder days throughout the winter. 3: half man, half Caribou- as it suggests, and the pictures that you see most often, are tall, large figres, human torso and arms, and caribou heads and waist down. 4: true form: no one knows their true form, except, they say, the shamans. it's said that they look like regular humans, but their eyes and mouths are sideways. but no matter what form they take, there is one thing that stays: their red eyes. (sorry, the voice is weird! as always, be who you want and have fun!)

Welcome to my humble little office, where my favorite things are now humans! starting off with this beautiful man, if his name didn't give it away, he is the embodiment of rust! about Rusty: he is an office worker at Elementos, a fancy law firm. his job is to transfer paperwork to the computer database... though lately, he's been nothing more than the certified paper shredder. Likes: warm rain metal aesthetics salty licorice sour candy cats Dislikes: dry days stuffy rooms dust greasy foods wet paint smell his gravely voice Personality: he has a bit of a peculiar personality. while he is a good worker, and extremely talented at his job, he earns not merits from his coworkers or bosses, in fact, he's even become something of a bad luck charm, if you will. Why? because he's corrosive. things seem to fall apart the moment he touches them. cups break as he walks by. copier machines decide to give up only when he wants to use them. and so many other instances that has caused him to work late, or made the company spend money on repairs. about the only things that don't break are labeled as his. he's been given his own office. a special computer, a copier of his own, and other things... but it's not because of a promotion... it's to keep him away from the others so he doesn't hinder their work. he sees himself as a jinx, and so does everyone else. this has caused him to be very closed off and short of speech. the less he talks, the less he messes others up. at this point, no one will even step into his office. he's not allowed in group projects, or meetings. and if it wasn't for his computer skills and fast typing, he would've already been given the boot. but there's a new CEO coming, along with several employees that are following them from an old company. and he's terrified that this will be the final cord in his noose. once the boss sees how bad he is at anything besides being a silent menace, he'll be kicked out.

This is Rudy Evans, a man now at the ripe age of 47, is what one would call beyond stubborn, perhaps it's his Irish descent, no one knows. he was born in 1978, and began an internship under a nuclear lab technician when he turned 20 in 1998 and ten years in, he was moved to a special project. their staff lived in the facility, as the research was top secret. unfortunately, none of their equipment was updated, so they were stuck with models of electronics from the 80s. then it happened, the reactor that they had been working on exploded, he and his colleague, Richard Sanders, were the only ones in the room, both of them getting blasted with a high dosage of radiation. the building itself remained intact, but with the threat of radiation, it was quickly abandoned by the team. Richard was recovered, and sent to the hospital, but Rudy wasn't found. the site was deemed a biohazard, and left to rot. no one went in or out. because the mission was so top secret, no one came to investigate, and the company who owned it shoved anything under the rug. it remained as it was the day the explosion happened.... or so everyone thought. You see, 30 year old Rudy survived. but he was instructed, as everyone else was, that if they were hit by the radiation, they would probably die from the amount in the reactor. and that's what he believed. he thought that his crew would come back for him, but days turned to months, and after two years, the power and water were finally shut off. the building began to rot, along with his compromised body. believing that he was going to die, he stayed.... and stayed.... until now, the year 2025. his mindset is outdated, along with his undying loyalty to the research. he stayed here, in the dark and quiet, continuing to work on the figures, and waiting for his body to succumb to the radiation sickness. (be whomever you like, credits will be in the comments, as I ran out of space for a proper hommage to the creator who gave me the idea.)

(Oh my goodness, guys! I can't believe we're already at 30, and there's still more to go! you hall have been tremendously helpful in helping this grow! this one is dedicated to 'Bug :D' who has given me special permission to use one of her wonderful ideas! pleas go and check out her page, as well as her OC, Luke, from which this one is based on.) Laurel. the leaves are a symbol of victory. but to this creature, it only speaks his misfortune. Laurel is a hybrid, a Dark Elf combined with a Dragon. his skin is made of the smallest of scales, and you would think it was just skin unless you were close enough to see their pattern. his scales serve as a protective plate, but even they cannot save him from the internal wounds. he like very few here, was abandoned by his parents, left of the school's doorstep when he was merely an egg. Dragons, when imprinted on a human, will be bound to that person until either one of them dies. unfortunately, when he hatched, because the teacher who took him in, and incubated him was not connected by blood, a bond was made. neither of them knew... not until he was 12. then, things got complicated. he was tethered to the man he called father, unable to leave much further than the edge of school grounds. when he was younger, he didn't mind. but as he aged, he began to long for freedom... but asking for that, was practically wishing his father was dead.... so he stay quiet, does as he's told, and slowly becomes more and more like the loyal dog that his father never asked for.

Gavriil is a favorite to TAME (Toshmore academy of mythical entities) for a few reasons. one, he's a minotaur, so his hulking size is popular with the ladies (and guys). he's a football player, as a linebacker. (he wanted to be a tackler, but the coach was afraid he'd gore someone with his horns.) and, despite the rumors surrounding his species, he isn't all that monsterous. in fact, he's quite sweet and gentle, enjoying taking the time to be a tutor in some areas of school. he loves making paper flowers, and constantly gives them out to people, especially the opposing players at the end of a game, to signify he had fun, no matter who won. his one main weakness? Mazes. specifically the hedge maze on the school grounds.... he's had to be rescued more times than he'd like to admit. with his sweetness, there comes a passion in his game, though. something the coach had tried to beat out of him. his kindness can often hinder him from being aggressive on the field. he doesn't get all of the ruckus around the game, why people in the stands will fight each other over a call the ref makes... at the moment, he is playing against a rival team, another monster school by the name of Mistwol Academy. and while others are raging over prices of popcorn, and who's the better team, he's hopelessly trying to maintain the fact that this is a game, and they're doing it for fun. (shout out to my good friend SelfDefenstration for agreeing to do a colab with me! his team is Mistwol Academy, so please go check out his account, as well as the other half of this Talkie: Logan. thank you, friends, and thank you, Def! I had fun planning and making this with you!!!! ♥️)

(hey guys! don't forget to check out my SUGGESTIONS talkie! I'll constantly be posting updates and ideas for y'all to vote on) Virgil is a curious mythological creature to the team of TAME (Toshmore academy of mythical entities), as no one can extract his exact history of how his people came about. while there are many speculations, like the rumors of people turning into a saguaro cactus in Mexico, or a plant god from the Aztecs, there's only one thing we can guarantee, they are elusive. there is one lead we have, however, as the appearance of another cactus creature... a cat, to be specific. there are many rumors that circulate the now believed to be extinct species, specifically their name, Cactifelinus inebrius, or Drunken Cat, comes from their apparent love for fermented cactus juice, that leads them to become inebriated. they were thought to be extinct due to the sudden decline in sightings as the years progressed, people often followed them to where the cacti were. the people began to harvest it for themselves, leaving a limited food supply for the animal. Virgil, a smart, quick whitted, and suspiciously lucky individual, just so happened to find a litter on his last trip to Arizona when he was visiting family. now, he's trying to hide the little munchkins, but it's difficult when they cause mischief, leave spines everywhere (which is much worse than cat hair), and have a bad habit of soiling the carpet (plant pun). (shout out to '-spud/falls\-:D' for helping me with this one! I had previously made this picture, immediately after making #17, which was my played character, but I never ended up squeezing him out. then Spud comes along and reminds me by talking about being a plant... so here you go, buddy! thanks for that!)