Angel OCs
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The introductory sentences/paragraphs for each original character of any importance to a story that I've written into fanfic.
Since I have so many OCs and some of them appear in more than one story, I've chosen to only have their very first appearances. (For example, Maureen gets her introduction from Frank's Child, but not from the Unwilling stories.) I also have included my very early OCs, that is to say, the Mary Sues and moustachio-twirling villains.
The number of OCs became so high that I decided to make this into two posts.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Sir, Merry Wars and Sad Songs
The demon giving the message of Angel’s latest interference squatted when he saw the look in his employer’s eyes. The huge demon rose from where he was sitting and piled up over the frightened creature, rage in his eyes and pretty much everywhere else, too.
”What!?” he roared.
Wilhelmina "Wilma" Romanoff, Merry Wars and Sad Songs
There were a couple of thuds from the inside, then after a while some mumbling that sounded suspiciously like swearing before finally someone called out:
”I’m coming! Keep your bloody pants on!”
An old woman opened the door. She was holding a stake, but considering the way she held it she didn’t count on having to use it.
”Stupid, impatient people”, she muttered. Not until then did she open her eyes fully. ”Oh, it’s you!” she said, sounding rather surprised. ”Come in!”
The demon allies (Veta, Ord, Halvor and Haren), Merry Wars and Sad Songs
Cordelia opened the door, and if she was startled by the looks of the four big demons, she didn’t show it. Instead, they shook hands and introduced themselves. Two of the demons were Brachen, one male and one female, and their names were Veta and Ord. The other two were Laexara demons. When Cordelia had first heard that word, she wasn’t sure if she had ever met one. Looking at these two brothers, Halvor and Haren, she was certain she hadn’t.
Considering that they were demons, the Laexara weren’t bad looking. Their statures were almost human, not counting the four arms and the short white fur. Their heads were shaped human, too, but the ears and faces looked more like goats’ than anything else, if you could imagine a goat with fangs. Hair more like a horse’s mane grew from the back of their heads. All this thrown into one, they most definitely looked weird, but not scary. Toy stores might actually be able to sell Laexara demons as stuffed animals.
Kitty and Jainie Kincaid, Merry Wars and Sad Songs
Wilma opened the front door and took in the sight of the two girls outside. The fact that there was one more grandchild than expected outside didn’t bother her, she was lucky all five of them didn’t decide to come.
”Hi Granny!” Kitty said. She slurred a little, not sounding drunk, but as if there was hot food in her mouth. ”I thought I’d go with Janie.”
”Well, you’re very welcome”, Wilma replied, and then asked, with a frown: ”Why are you talking so strange?”
Kitty proudly extracted her tongue, and Wilma gave a disgusted cry.
”Good Lord! Is there any part of your body you’re *not* going to shove metal through?”
”Not really…” Kitty said dreamily, which made her sister laugh.
”She’s insane”, Janie explained and proceeded towards the livingroom. ”We thought we might watch some videos, is that okay?”
Maureen Doyle, Frank's Child
Maureen hadn’t expected Frank home quite so soon, but she was happy to see him coming. For one thing, she needed to talk some more with him about that unpleasant incident the day before. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to strange men trying to pick her up, but they usually weren’t as persuasive as the man yesterday had been. It had seemed as if he would never give up, and she was certain that if Frank hadn’t suddenly come to her rescue, somehow the man would have had his way with her. Furthermore, she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t give it another try.
Frank Doyle, Frank's Child
”Maureen?” Frank searched through the house, more and more nervous. If she had gone out, why didn’t she leave him a note or something? Maybe she had never come home at all. Maybe something had happened to her at work - but if it had, wouldn’t somebody have called him? When he finally found her lying in the bedroom he took a deep breath of relief. She was just sleeping.
Mrs. Collins, Frank's Child
When Judith came, she wasn’t alone. Frank stared at the shrunken old woman almost hidden by his dumpy sister-in-law.
”Mrs. Collins,” he said, trying to collect his thoughts. Calling a physician was a logical thought, one of those Judith would come up with even in emergencies. That wasn’t the cause of his surprise, it’s just that if he had thought of that, he would have chosen a doctor or nurse, not some midwife with old-fashioned ideas. He looked at Judith, trying to get an explanation.
Father Allen Murray, Frank's Child
Father Murray, a stout little man with too wild a beard and too piercing dark eyes for a priest, let her in and offered her some tea. While they were having it, she slowly and with many outbursts of tears explained her predicament to him, and his eyes grew round as marbles.
Johnny Trash/John Hathaway Jr., Unwilling Eurydice
The people of Angel Investigations got seated in the car without noticing the thoughtful looks one of the bums gave them. That didn’t surprise Johnny Trash one bit. Invisibility was something you worked hard on when you lived on the street. The less you got involved in the troubles of the residents the better. Yet a nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him that something these people had done or said should be familiar to him, not from experience but as something he had been told. But since his memory didn’t tell him anything further, he shrugged and got back to his people, who were already vividly discussing the strange fight. It wasn’t the most peculiar thing that had ever happened there, far from it, but it still wasn’t everyday stuff. Johnny ignored the discussion and went over to the guys who had managed to sleep through the racket, checking on their pulses. Porcupine’s was a bit slow, but not dangerously. All it told Johnny was that the kid was stoned again. Lord knew what a delusional guy would have thought of the fight if he had been sober and awake. Probably better he’d slept through it.
The Pythia/Polyhymnia Kalifatides/Mary, Unwilling Eurydice
The name on the door wasn’t the Pythia’s, but nothing said there couldn’t be several people living there. He rang the doorbell and a young girl answered it. A colourful dressing gown was swept around her chubby body, and she looked more out of it than was justified even at this time of day.
”Hi,” she said, smiling drowsily at the vampire. ”How can I help you?”
Major Callahan, Unwilling Eurydice
They climbed out of the car and rung the bell to the shelter. After a while, a woman in her forties opened the door and looked at them in a way that clearly informed them this was not the best time of night for visitors. ”We’re closed for the night.”
June Dawkins
Finally, the door was opened by a girl that looked like she belonged in a Playboy bunny suit.
”Yes?” she said, in that flirtatious baby voice some men found irresistible. Angel wasn’t one of them.
Owen Madison, Unwilling Eurydice
Owen Madison wasn’t particularly tall, well-built or attractive, but he had an air of well-living, benign businessman around him. There was none of that slight tackiness of his girlfriend in him -- in fact, Angel was slightly surprised to see a man like him with a girl like her at all. Sure, she was young and pretty, but that sort of man usually went for class. He probably had another one for dinner parties.
Lucien Martin, Unwilling Eurydice
Lucien Martin was a young, neatly dressed man with mild eyes and a small brown beard, and he seemed very surprised at seeing a young Salvation soldier about to have a baby on his doorstep.
Three Eltha, Unwilling Eurydice
She nodded towards the staircase, where a large Mastema demon was sitting with an axe in her lap. The demon gave them a friendly wave. Wesley noticed that her bald head was smooth and her skin a matt grey, not silver. Both were signs of female sex in her species, but she had almost nothing that likened her to any human woman.
Ducky and Javi, Unwilling Eurydice
Soon she returned with Johnny Trash, a younger bum, and a small purplish demon who looked more than nervous.
”We were just waiting for you,” Angel said.
”Yeah I know,” Johnny replied. ”I was about to leave when I heard from Roe about Ducky’s discovery. Since it’s out first real progress I thought it was worth the delay.”
”I found him on my corner,” the young man explained, ”which didn’t seem so smart in broad daylight. Scares people off, for one thing.”
Edward Wyndham-Pryce (this was before Roger's appearance), Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
"Yeah, hello?"
"Who is this?"
Okay, that definitely wasn't one of his acquaintances. People who called at breakfast time should apologise, not sound as if you were the one committing the crime. "Allen Francis Doyle speaking, who is this?"
"Edward Wyndham-Pryce. May I speak to my son?"
Doyle mouthed a dirty word. As far as Wesley's family knew, Doyle didn't even exist, and judging by old Ed's tone, it wouldn't be easy explaining away his presence. There was no way in hell he would wake up Wesley to face that.
Elizabeth "Bess" Wyndham-Pryce, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
"Hello?"
Bess. Thank God. "Hello, Bess, it's Wesley." What were you supposed to say to a bride to be? "Congratulations."
"I'm not married yet. But thanks anyway. So, is your business done yet?"
She sounded just as condescending as she usually did when she talked about Watcher things, and Wesley wondered what she would say if she knew his "business" consisted of meeting his male lover's family. Maybe it wouldn't even bug her. He tried to remember how she had reacted last time he had been sleeping with a boy, but couldn't quite grasp it. It wasn't something he liked to think of, anyway.
Helen Wyndham-Pryce, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
The door opened, and he jumped. His mother was standing inside, watching him rather coldly.
"Are you going to stand there all day or come on in?"
Wesley picked up his suitcase and took a few hesitant steps towards the house. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, recognising a strange smell in the air. "Sulphur?"
"Your father has been doing magic again," Mrs. Wyndham-Pryce said, dismissing her husband with a gesture of her hand. "Do come in, it's getting cold in here."
Stephen Healey, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
Stephen was the one who really held his attention. They had played together as children but never been close; now he watched his old friend, trying to find what made Bess love him. It pained him that he hadn't seen this coming, when Bess had found out about Virginia and, as it seemed, partly about Doyle as well. He didn't know her anymore, he wasn't the one she turned to as he had been when she was growing up. And why did she love that man?
He was rather cute, that could be said. Although he had a tendency to talk too much and his foot was positioned in his mouth more often than not, there was no doubt that his boyish face was attractive. If you cared for that sort of thing. He was like a big puppy. Not stupid, not by a long shot, but overenthusiastic and rather annoying in the long run. It wasn't hard to understand why Bess cared for him, but *marrying* him? He had nice eyes, that much was granted. The hair wasn't much to cheer for, but the arse was quite lovely.
Raja (his first actual appearance), Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
There was a demon band on the stage, piano and bass and what not, but that only registered in his mind for a split second, immediately overshadowed in both physical and metaphorical sense by a ten-foot spread of black wings. They belonged, as he knew the moment he saw them, to the saxophone player too caught up in his music to notice how the feathers trembled in rhythm. Wesley tore his gaze away from the wings and let it roam over the tall musician - probably six foot and a half, if not more. He was completely hairless, which drew attention to the fact that he also had no outer ears. Apart from that, his features were human, although the skin was so dark it was hard to see any details of his face. The nose was hard to miss, sharp and curved as it was. And then the song ended, and while Wesley was still wishing it hadn't, Raja looked up, showing a laughing pair of yellow eyes.
Sheila, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
"Humans rarely do," said another voice, and a furry beauty sat down at their table, taking a chair from one nearby. From the flattened nose to the four fur-lined breasts she was a textbook example of a Freyan Cat. Of course, the books hadn't commented on the fact that Freyan Cats apparently enjoyed walking around naked.
Bes Symphony
She continued babbling, and a few minutes later, a bandy-legged dwarf with a deep tan came up to them, setting down on the ground the latest of a row of mist bundles.
"You're a chatty one," he told Fred. "That's good. Wouldn't have found you otherwise."
He gave them all a long, curious look. That in itself didn't bother Wesley - perhaps humans weren't very common visitors. But it was rather unsettling the way the man's - demon's - well, whatever he was - gaze touched, not upon their faces, but right in front of them, as if he saw something they didn't.
The water spiritSymphony
Wesley blinked. Naked man. Fountain. With a *fiddle*. For some reason, most people so far seemed to have been singers rather than instrumentalists, but obviously, some people had to have instruments... fiddles. But in a fountain, in the middle of someone's garden? And yet, the way he did it, it looked so natural Wesley got a mad urge to join him, if for no other reason than to hear that divine violin music from up close.
Mira, Symphony
At the sound of a bird call, they all looked up and saw a large, dark shadow gliding down towards them.
"Jesus H. Christ," Gunn said, "that's the biggest bird I ever saw."
Raja smiled. "It's not a bird."
Angel had turned even paler than usual, which was quite a feat. "You gave my child to a *harpy*?"
The creature landed on the lawn and gave Angel a very cold glare. "Siren," she said. Her voice was melodic, but she wasn't singing. "The term is siren. If you want to be technical, half siren, but not harpy, and *not* -" she whipped her head around to glare at Gunn too "- BIRD! Either one of you make another slur or quip to that effect, and I'll claw your eyes out, friends of my father or not."
The healer, Symphony
The healer leaned down over the bed, which since he was so tall and skinny made him look rather like a folding ruler. He placed his hands on Doyle's chest and started pushing, making them sink down *into* Doyle's body.
Wesley gasped at the sight, and the healer turned to him, frowning. "I do not have time for your hands quite yet," he said in broken English. "They will not get worse while you wait, I promise you."
Agent Corrigan, Interrogation
"And what would you have to talk about with a known vampire?" the smaller of the soldiers asked. If this had been a Hollywood movie, he would have been the smarter one, but this was very clearly not the case. He did talk more than the tall soldier, but that seemed to be mostly from a lack of the sense to shut up.
Joanna, The World Sucks Because (The Stand crossover)
The woman called Joanna was reaching the level of drunkenness where she no longer cared if she cried into her drink or spilled embarrassing details about her life to absolute strangers.
"I did everything for Charlie," she complained, rubbing her eyes. Her makeup was starting to look like she was dressing up as a Panda for Halloween. "He'd call me up and I'd stop whatever I was doing… I was always ready for him. Ready to *fuck* him. Any time, any place, any *way*..."
Carmela Juarez, Birthdayverse Realities (Distorted Reflections)
"Hey, Alonna," Bobby said, swallowing the bite he'd taken of his sandwich before he sat down with the others. "You're a friend of Carmela Juarez, right?"
"A bit, yeah." She looked up from her own meal, surprised at his sudden interest in her friends. "Why?"
"Well, is she... uhm..."
"If you have to uhm about it, the answer is probably yes."
Chen Li, Birthdayverse Realities
"Li, take that outside please."
Li, Wesley determined after a closer look, must be the boy in the middle of the circle, who was leaning his chin and elbow on the ground, his back arched up above his head and his legs split to the side. He gave Anne a cheeky wink, but made no move to do what she had told him.
"Li is a street performer," Anne told Wesley. "Which means he's to perform on the *streets*, not inside. Isn't that right, Li?"
Elsa, Birthdayverse Realities (Benign)
She gave him another energetic nod and left the room, soon to return with a woman wearing a minute cotton dress.
At a first glance, Wesley could tell that Madame Dorian knew her job: this woman was pretty much exactly what he'd been asking for. As his eyes wandered down, he noticed the fox tail that curved along her legs, a darker match to her ginger hair.
Al, Birthdayverse Realities
If the guy behind the counter was Old Al himself, he sure deserved the nickname. Even from where Gunn was standing, trying to outstare an ancient mask of some sort, the guy looked downright mouldy. He appeared to be human, but only in the loosest sense of the word.
The introductory sentences/paragraphs for each original character of any importance to a story that I've written into fanfic.
Since I have so many OCs and some of them appear in more than one story, I've chosen to only have their very first appearances. (For example, Maureen gets her introduction from Frank's Child, but not from the Unwilling stories.) I also have included my very early OCs, that is to say, the Mary Sues and moustachio-twirling villains.
The number of OCs became so high that I decided to make this into two posts.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Sir, Merry Wars and Sad Songs
The demon giving the message of Angel’s latest interference squatted when he saw the look in his employer’s eyes. The huge demon rose from where he was sitting and piled up over the frightened creature, rage in his eyes and pretty much everywhere else, too.
”What!?” he roared.
Wilhelmina "Wilma" Romanoff, Merry Wars and Sad Songs
There were a couple of thuds from the inside, then after a while some mumbling that sounded suspiciously like swearing before finally someone called out:
”I’m coming! Keep your bloody pants on!”
An old woman opened the door. She was holding a stake, but considering the way she held it she didn’t count on having to use it.
”Stupid, impatient people”, she muttered. Not until then did she open her eyes fully. ”Oh, it’s you!” she said, sounding rather surprised. ”Come in!”
The demon allies (Veta, Ord, Halvor and Haren), Merry Wars and Sad Songs
Cordelia opened the door, and if she was startled by the looks of the four big demons, she didn’t show it. Instead, they shook hands and introduced themselves. Two of the demons were Brachen, one male and one female, and their names were Veta and Ord. The other two were Laexara demons. When Cordelia had first heard that word, she wasn’t sure if she had ever met one. Looking at these two brothers, Halvor and Haren, she was certain she hadn’t.
Considering that they were demons, the Laexara weren’t bad looking. Their statures were almost human, not counting the four arms and the short white fur. Their heads were shaped human, too, but the ears and faces looked more like goats’ than anything else, if you could imagine a goat with fangs. Hair more like a horse’s mane grew from the back of their heads. All this thrown into one, they most definitely looked weird, but not scary. Toy stores might actually be able to sell Laexara demons as stuffed animals.
Kitty and Jainie Kincaid, Merry Wars and Sad Songs
Wilma opened the front door and took in the sight of the two girls outside. The fact that there was one more grandchild than expected outside didn’t bother her, she was lucky all five of them didn’t decide to come.
”Hi Granny!” Kitty said. She slurred a little, not sounding drunk, but as if there was hot food in her mouth. ”I thought I’d go with Janie.”
”Well, you’re very welcome”, Wilma replied, and then asked, with a frown: ”Why are you talking so strange?”
Kitty proudly extracted her tongue, and Wilma gave a disgusted cry.
”Good Lord! Is there any part of your body you’re *not* going to shove metal through?”
”Not really…” Kitty said dreamily, which made her sister laugh.
”She’s insane”, Janie explained and proceeded towards the livingroom. ”We thought we might watch some videos, is that okay?”
Maureen Doyle, Frank's Child
Maureen hadn’t expected Frank home quite so soon, but she was happy to see him coming. For one thing, she needed to talk some more with him about that unpleasant incident the day before. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to strange men trying to pick her up, but they usually weren’t as persuasive as the man yesterday had been. It had seemed as if he would never give up, and she was certain that if Frank hadn’t suddenly come to her rescue, somehow the man would have had his way with her. Furthermore, she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t give it another try.
Frank Doyle, Frank's Child
”Maureen?” Frank searched through the house, more and more nervous. If she had gone out, why didn’t she leave him a note or something? Maybe she had never come home at all. Maybe something had happened to her at work - but if it had, wouldn’t somebody have called him? When he finally found her lying in the bedroom he took a deep breath of relief. She was just sleeping.
Mrs. Collins, Frank's Child
When Judith came, she wasn’t alone. Frank stared at the shrunken old woman almost hidden by his dumpy sister-in-law.
”Mrs. Collins,” he said, trying to collect his thoughts. Calling a physician was a logical thought, one of those Judith would come up with even in emergencies. That wasn’t the cause of his surprise, it’s just that if he had thought of that, he would have chosen a doctor or nurse, not some midwife with old-fashioned ideas. He looked at Judith, trying to get an explanation.
Father Allen Murray, Frank's Child
Father Murray, a stout little man with too wild a beard and too piercing dark eyes for a priest, let her in and offered her some tea. While they were having it, she slowly and with many outbursts of tears explained her predicament to him, and his eyes grew round as marbles.
Johnny Trash/John Hathaway Jr., Unwilling Eurydice
The people of Angel Investigations got seated in the car without noticing the thoughtful looks one of the bums gave them. That didn’t surprise Johnny Trash one bit. Invisibility was something you worked hard on when you lived on the street. The less you got involved in the troubles of the residents the better. Yet a nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him that something these people had done or said should be familiar to him, not from experience but as something he had been told. But since his memory didn’t tell him anything further, he shrugged and got back to his people, who were already vividly discussing the strange fight. It wasn’t the most peculiar thing that had ever happened there, far from it, but it still wasn’t everyday stuff. Johnny ignored the discussion and went over to the guys who had managed to sleep through the racket, checking on their pulses. Porcupine’s was a bit slow, but not dangerously. All it told Johnny was that the kid was stoned again. Lord knew what a delusional guy would have thought of the fight if he had been sober and awake. Probably better he’d slept through it.
The Pythia/Polyhymnia Kalifatides/Mary, Unwilling Eurydice
The name on the door wasn’t the Pythia’s, but nothing said there couldn’t be several people living there. He rang the doorbell and a young girl answered it. A colourful dressing gown was swept around her chubby body, and she looked more out of it than was justified even at this time of day.
”Hi,” she said, smiling drowsily at the vampire. ”How can I help you?”
Major Callahan, Unwilling Eurydice
They climbed out of the car and rung the bell to the shelter. After a while, a woman in her forties opened the door and looked at them in a way that clearly informed them this was not the best time of night for visitors. ”We’re closed for the night.”
June Dawkins
Finally, the door was opened by a girl that looked like she belonged in a Playboy bunny suit.
”Yes?” she said, in that flirtatious baby voice some men found irresistible. Angel wasn’t one of them.
Owen Madison, Unwilling Eurydice
Owen Madison wasn’t particularly tall, well-built or attractive, but he had an air of well-living, benign businessman around him. There was none of that slight tackiness of his girlfriend in him -- in fact, Angel was slightly surprised to see a man like him with a girl like her at all. Sure, she was young and pretty, but that sort of man usually went for class. He probably had another one for dinner parties.
Lucien Martin, Unwilling Eurydice
Lucien Martin was a young, neatly dressed man with mild eyes and a small brown beard, and he seemed very surprised at seeing a young Salvation soldier about to have a baby on his doorstep.
Three Eltha, Unwilling Eurydice
She nodded towards the staircase, where a large Mastema demon was sitting with an axe in her lap. The demon gave them a friendly wave. Wesley noticed that her bald head was smooth and her skin a matt grey, not silver. Both were signs of female sex in her species, but she had almost nothing that likened her to any human woman.
Ducky and Javi, Unwilling Eurydice
Soon she returned with Johnny Trash, a younger bum, and a small purplish demon who looked more than nervous.
”We were just waiting for you,” Angel said.
”Yeah I know,” Johnny replied. ”I was about to leave when I heard from Roe about Ducky’s discovery. Since it’s out first real progress I thought it was worth the delay.”
”I found him on my corner,” the young man explained, ”which didn’t seem so smart in broad daylight. Scares people off, for one thing.”
Edward Wyndham-Pryce (this was before Roger's appearance), Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
"Yeah, hello?"
"Who is this?"
Okay, that definitely wasn't one of his acquaintances. People who called at breakfast time should apologise, not sound as if you were the one committing the crime. "Allen Francis Doyle speaking, who is this?"
"Edward Wyndham-Pryce. May I speak to my son?"
Doyle mouthed a dirty word. As far as Wesley's family knew, Doyle didn't even exist, and judging by old Ed's tone, it wouldn't be easy explaining away his presence. There was no way in hell he would wake up Wesley to face that.
Elizabeth "Bess" Wyndham-Pryce, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
"Hello?"
Bess. Thank God. "Hello, Bess, it's Wesley." What were you supposed to say to a bride to be? "Congratulations."
"I'm not married yet. But thanks anyway. So, is your business done yet?"
She sounded just as condescending as she usually did when she talked about Watcher things, and Wesley wondered what she would say if she knew his "business" consisted of meeting his male lover's family. Maybe it wouldn't even bug her. He tried to remember how she had reacted last time he had been sleeping with a boy, but couldn't quite grasp it. It wasn't something he liked to think of, anyway.
Helen Wyndham-Pryce, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
The door opened, and he jumped. His mother was standing inside, watching him rather coldly.
"Are you going to stand there all day or come on in?"
Wesley picked up his suitcase and took a few hesitant steps towards the house. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, recognising a strange smell in the air. "Sulphur?"
"Your father has been doing magic again," Mrs. Wyndham-Pryce said, dismissing her husband with a gesture of her hand. "Do come in, it's getting cold in here."
Stephen Healey, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
Stephen was the one who really held his attention. They had played together as children but never been close; now he watched his old friend, trying to find what made Bess love him. It pained him that he hadn't seen this coming, when Bess had found out about Virginia and, as it seemed, partly about Doyle as well. He didn't know her anymore, he wasn't the one she turned to as he had been when she was growing up. And why did she love that man?
He was rather cute, that could be said. Although he had a tendency to talk too much and his foot was positioned in his mouth more often than not, there was no doubt that his boyish face was attractive. If you cared for that sort of thing. He was like a big puppy. Not stupid, not by a long shot, but overenthusiastic and rather annoying in the long run. It wasn't hard to understand why Bess cared for him, but *marrying* him? He had nice eyes, that much was granted. The hair wasn't much to cheer for, but the arse was quite lovely.
Raja (his first actual appearance), Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
There was a demon band on the stage, piano and bass and what not, but that only registered in his mind for a split second, immediately overshadowed in both physical and metaphorical sense by a ten-foot spread of black wings. They belonged, as he knew the moment he saw them, to the saxophone player too caught up in his music to notice how the feathers trembled in rhythm. Wesley tore his gaze away from the wings and let it roam over the tall musician - probably six foot and a half, if not more. He was completely hairless, which drew attention to the fact that he also had no outer ears. Apart from that, his features were human, although the skin was so dark it was hard to see any details of his face. The nose was hard to miss, sharp and curved as it was. And then the song ended, and while Wesley was still wishing it hadn't, Raja looked up, showing a laughing pair of yellow eyes.
Sheila, Guess Who's Coming to Manchester
"Humans rarely do," said another voice, and a furry beauty sat down at their table, taking a chair from one nearby. From the flattened nose to the four fur-lined breasts she was a textbook example of a Freyan Cat. Of course, the books hadn't commented on the fact that Freyan Cats apparently enjoyed walking around naked.
Bes Symphony
She continued babbling, and a few minutes later, a bandy-legged dwarf with a deep tan came up to them, setting down on the ground the latest of a row of mist bundles.
"You're a chatty one," he told Fred. "That's good. Wouldn't have found you otherwise."
He gave them all a long, curious look. That in itself didn't bother Wesley - perhaps humans weren't very common visitors. But it was rather unsettling the way the man's - demon's - well, whatever he was - gaze touched, not upon their faces, but right in front of them, as if he saw something they didn't.
The water spiritSymphony
Wesley blinked. Naked man. Fountain. With a *fiddle*. For some reason, most people so far seemed to have been singers rather than instrumentalists, but obviously, some people had to have instruments... fiddles. But in a fountain, in the middle of someone's garden? And yet, the way he did it, it looked so natural Wesley got a mad urge to join him, if for no other reason than to hear that divine violin music from up close.
Mira, Symphony
At the sound of a bird call, they all looked up and saw a large, dark shadow gliding down towards them.
"Jesus H. Christ," Gunn said, "that's the biggest bird I ever saw."
Raja smiled. "It's not a bird."
Angel had turned even paler than usual, which was quite a feat. "You gave my child to a *harpy*?"
The creature landed on the lawn and gave Angel a very cold glare. "Siren," she said. Her voice was melodic, but she wasn't singing. "The term is siren. If you want to be technical, half siren, but not harpy, and *not* -" she whipped her head around to glare at Gunn too "- BIRD! Either one of you make another slur or quip to that effect, and I'll claw your eyes out, friends of my father or not."
The healer, Symphony
The healer leaned down over the bed, which since he was so tall and skinny made him look rather like a folding ruler. He placed his hands on Doyle's chest and started pushing, making them sink down *into* Doyle's body.
Wesley gasped at the sight, and the healer turned to him, frowning. "I do not have time for your hands quite yet," he said in broken English. "They will not get worse while you wait, I promise you."
Agent Corrigan, Interrogation
"And what would you have to talk about with a known vampire?" the smaller of the soldiers asked. If this had been a Hollywood movie, he would have been the smarter one, but this was very clearly not the case. He did talk more than the tall soldier, but that seemed to be mostly from a lack of the sense to shut up.
Joanna, The World Sucks Because (The Stand crossover)
The woman called Joanna was reaching the level of drunkenness where she no longer cared if she cried into her drink or spilled embarrassing details about her life to absolute strangers.
"I did everything for Charlie," she complained, rubbing her eyes. Her makeup was starting to look like she was dressing up as a Panda for Halloween. "He'd call me up and I'd stop whatever I was doing… I was always ready for him. Ready to *fuck* him. Any time, any place, any *way*..."
Carmela Juarez, Birthdayverse Realities (Distorted Reflections)
"Hey, Alonna," Bobby said, swallowing the bite he'd taken of his sandwich before he sat down with the others. "You're a friend of Carmela Juarez, right?"
"A bit, yeah." She looked up from her own meal, surprised at his sudden interest in her friends. "Why?"
"Well, is she... uhm..."
"If you have to uhm about it, the answer is probably yes."
Chen Li, Birthdayverse Realities
"Li, take that outside please."
Li, Wesley determined after a closer look, must be the boy in the middle of the circle, who was leaning his chin and elbow on the ground, his back arched up above his head and his legs split to the side. He gave Anne a cheeky wink, but made no move to do what she had told him.
"Li is a street performer," Anne told Wesley. "Which means he's to perform on the *streets*, not inside. Isn't that right, Li?"
Elsa, Birthdayverse Realities (Benign)
She gave him another energetic nod and left the room, soon to return with a woman wearing a minute cotton dress.
At a first glance, Wesley could tell that Madame Dorian knew her job: this woman was pretty much exactly what he'd been asking for. As his eyes wandered down, he noticed the fox tail that curved along her legs, a darker match to her ginger hair.
Al, Birthdayverse Realities
If the guy behind the counter was Old Al himself, he sure deserved the nickname. Even from where Gunn was standing, trying to outstare an ancient mask of some sort, the guy looked downright mouldy. He appeared to be human, but only in the loosest sense of the word.