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Rick Striker
Just enjoy making OC characters and random ideas of characters that pops into my head at times.
Bushkill, Pennsylvania
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Nov 3, 2026 3:59 AM
Nov 3, 2026 3:59 AM
Nov 3, 2026 3:59 AM
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned,
Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned,
Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned,
Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned,
Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
1boy, solo, male, long hair, spiked hair, black hair, hair over one eye, one eye covered, blue eyes, red pupils, scar on cheek, vampire costume, high-collared cape, black velvet cape, red cape lining, black waistcoat, white ruffled cravat, halloween, glass of wine, holding wine glass, red wine, throne, sitting, crossed legs, leaning back, head tilt, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, lopsided smirk, sharp fingernails, dim hall, carved pumpkins, candlelight, from below, low angle, dutch angle, dramatic lighting, dark palette, red accents.
A low, tilted camera looks up at one seated man, so the throne's high back rises behind and above his shoulders and the hall ceiling is lost in shadow. He sprawls into the tall carved throne rather than sitting upright: his weight is thrown back against the right armrest, that elbow planted on the wood, his left leg crossed over the right knee with the boot hanging loose, and his right hand rolled half-around the stem of the wine glass so its bowl tilts a few degrees off level, the red surface holding a thin crescent of reflected candle flame.
His long spiked black hair is swept back from the crown and broken into hard upward tufts that flare outward at the shoulders, and one long black lock falls straight down across the right side of his face, dead over that eye and its blue iris. Only the left eye shows: a blue iris around a clearly red pupil, lid dropped halfway, the gaze coming down at the viewer along the tilted axis with a slow lopsided smirk that lifts one corner of the mouth higher than the other. The scar cuts a pale line across the left cheek, catching the light on its raised tissue. Above him, his high velvet collar stands up around the back of his neck, the cape's black velvet falling away over the throne's side with the deep red silk lining folding into the gap between his hip and the armrest.
The hall around him is dressed for the season: a dim stone chamber with carved pumpkins set along a low sill behind the throne and one guttering candle beside them. That candle and a second low flame are the only light sources. Their warm orange light strikes the left side of his face, the scar, the wine glass and the pale cravat; the far side of his cheek, the right half of the throne and the whole back of the hall fall into near-total darkness, with only a faint warm rim on the silhouetted shoulder of the black cape. Deep black, warm candle ochre, agitated blood red on the wine and the cape lining, and pale bone white on the cravat and scar make up the whole palette.
Behind him a last thread of pumpkin-lit floor shows a single dry leaf that has blown in and settled. Quiet, theatrical menace.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
1boy, solo, male, long hair, spiked hair, black hair, hair over one eye, one eye covered, blue eyes, red pupils, scar on cheek, vampire costume, high-collared cape, black velvet cape, red cape lining, black waistcoat, white ruffled cravat, halloween, glass of wine, holding wine glass, red wine, throne, sitting, crossed legs, leaning back, head tilt, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, lopsided smirk, sharp fingernails, dim hall, carved pumpkins, candlelight, from below, low angle, dutch angle, dramatic lighting, dark palette, red accents.
A low, tilted camera looks up at one seated man, so the throne's high back rises behind and above his shoulders and the hall ceiling is lost in shadow. He sprawls into the tall carved throne rather than sitting upright: his weight is thrown back against the right armrest, that elbow planted on the wood, his left leg crossed over the right knee with the boot hanging loose, and his right hand rolled half-around the stem of the wine glass so its bowl tilts a few degrees off level, the red surface holding a thin crescent of reflected candle flame.
His long spiked black hair is swept back from the crown and broken into hard upward tufts that flare outward at the shoulders, and one long black lock falls straight down across the right side of his face, dead over that eye and its blue iris. Only the left eye shows: a blue iris around a clearly red pupil, lid dropped halfway, the gaze coming down at the viewer along the tilted axis with a slow lopsided smirk that lifts one corner of the mouth higher than the other. The scar cuts a pale line across the left cheek, catching the light on its raised tissue. Above him, his high velvet collar stands up around the back of his neck, the cape's black velvet falling away over the throne's side with the deep red silk lining folding into the gap between his hip and the armrest.
The hall around him is dressed for the season: a dim stone chamber with carved pumpkins set along a low sill behind the throne and one guttering candle beside them. That candle and a second low flame are the only light sources. Their warm orange light strikes the left side of his face, the scar, the wine glass and the pale cravat; the far side of his cheek, the right half of the throne and the whole back of the hall fall into near-total darkness, with only a faint warm rim on the silhouetted shoulder of the black cape. Deep black, warm candle ochre, agitated blood red on the wine and the cape lining, and pale bone white on the cravat and scar make up the whole palette.
Behind him a last thread of pumpkin-lit floor shows a single dry leaf that has blown in and settled. Quiet, theatrical menace.
Nov 3, 2026 3:57 AM
1boy, solo, male, long hair, spiked hair, black hair, hair over one eye, one eye covered, blue eyes, red pupils, scar on cheek, vampire costume, high-collared cape, black velvet cape, red cape lining, black waistcoat, white ruffled cravat, halloween, glass of wine, holding wine glass, red wine, throne, sitting, crossed legs, leaning back, head tilt, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, lopsided smirk, sharp fingernails, dim hall, carved pumpkins, candlelight, from below, low angle, dutch angle, dramatic lighting, dark palette, red accents.
A low, tilted camera looks up at one seated man, so the throne's high back rises behind and above his shoulders and the hall ceiling is lost in shadow. He sprawls into the tall carved throne rather than sitting upright: his weight is thrown back against the right armrest, that elbow planted on the wood, his left leg crossed over the right knee with the boot hanging loose, and his right hand rolled half-around the stem of the wine glass so its bowl tilts a few degrees off level, the red surface holding a thin crescent of reflected candle flame.
His long spiked black hair is swept back from the crown and broken into hard upward tufts that flare outward at the shoulders, and one long black lock falls straight down across the right side of his face, dead over that eye and its blue iris. Only the left eye shows: a blue iris around a clearly red pupil, lid dropped halfway, the gaze coming down at the viewer along the tilted axis with a slow lopsided smirk that lifts one corner of the mouth higher than the other. The scar cuts a pale line across the left cheek, catching the light on its raised tissue. Above him, his high velvet collar stands up around the back of his neck, the cape's black velvet falling away over the throne's side with the deep red silk lining folding into the gap between his hip and the armrest.
The hall around him is dressed for the season: a dim stone chamber with carved pumpkins set along a low sill behind the throne and one guttering candle beside them. That candle and a second low flame are the only light sources. Their warm orange light strikes the left side of his face, the scar, the wine glass and the pale cravat; the far side of his cheek, the right half of the throne and the whole back of the hall fall into near-total darkness, with only a faint warm rim on the silhouetted shoulder of the black cape. Deep black, warm candle ochre, agitated blood red on the wine and the cape lining, and pale bone white on the cravat and scar make up the whole palette.
Behind him a last thread of pumpkin-lit floor shows a single dry leaf that has blown in and settled. Quiet, theatrical menace.
Nov 3, 2026 3:57 AM
1boy, solo, male, long hair, spiked hair, black hair, hair over one eye, one eye covered, blue eyes, red pupils, scar on cheek, vampire costume, high-collared cape, black velvet cape, red cape lining, black waistcoat, white ruffled cravat, halloween, glass of wine, holding wine glass, red wine, throne, sitting, crossed legs, leaning back, head tilt, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, lopsided smirk, sharp fingernails, dim hall, carved pumpkins, candlelight, from below, low angle, dutch angle, dramatic lighting, dark palette, red accents.
A low, tilted camera looks up at one seated man, so the throne's high back rises behind and above his shoulders and the hall ceiling is lost in shadow. He sprawls into the tall carved throne rather than sitting upright: his weight is thrown back against the right armrest, that elbow planted on the wood, his left leg crossed over the right knee with the boot hanging loose, and his right hand rolled half-around the stem of the wine glass so its bowl tilts a few degrees off level, the red surface holding a thin crescent of reflected candle flame.
His long spiked black hair is swept back from the crown and broken into hard upward tufts that flare outward at the shoulders, and one long black lock falls straight down across the right side of his face, dead over that eye and its blue iris. Only the left eye shows: a blue iris around a clearly red pupil, lid dropped halfway, the gaze coming down at the viewer along the tilted axis with a slow lopsided smirk that lifts one corner of the mouth higher than the other. The scar cuts a pale line across the left cheek, catching the light on its raised tissue. Above him, his high velvet collar stands up around the back of his neck, the cape's black velvet falling away over the throne's side with the deep red silk lining folding into the gap between his hip and the armrest.
The hall around him is dressed for the season: a dim stone chamber with carved pumpkins set along a low sill behind the throne and one guttering candle beside them. That candle and a second low flame are the only light sources. Their warm orange light strikes the left side of his face, the scar, the wine glass and the pale cravat; the far side of his cheek, the right half of the throne and the whole back of the hall fall into near-total darkness, with only a faint warm rim on the silhouetted shoulder of the black cape. Deep black, warm candle ochre, agitated blood red on the wine and the cape lining, and pale bone white on the cravat and scar make up the whole palette.
Behind him a last thread of pumpkin-lit floor shows a single dry leaf that has blown in and settled. Quiet, theatrical menace.
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