other OCs
Continuing the meme I nicked from roseveare.
The introductory sentences/paragraphs for each original character of any importance to a story that I've written into fanfic - non-Angel. (Angel OCs here.) Including even the horrid Mary Sues. Laugh if you like. *grin*
X-men
Jaqueline Alkowitz, Cor 12
The woman’s presence filled the TV set, and by the look on the faces of the people around her, it was even stronger in person. Not that they all liked what she was saying.
Her name was Jaqueline Alkowitz, and her voice revealed traces of a French-Canadian accent. Born a member of the Le Claire family that owned most of Quebec, she was a US citizen by marriage only. Still, when money speaks, you tend to listen, even when the money doesn’t have the rhetorics this lady had. Granted, she wasn’t speaking on behalf of her family, but of the City Center, providing healthcare and leisure activities to the people of Brooklyn. That didn’t matter. Rich is rich.
Laurie Drew, Cor 12
A short distance from Jean a woman was trying to get to her little son. A rock came flying through the air towards the head of the boy. Before Jean had time to think, she stopped it in midair.
The woman turned to look at her, surprised, and yanked the boy in her arms. *Thank you* she sent, and Jean realised she was looking at another telepath.
Billy Drew, Cor 12
”And there’s Billy,” Laurie said with relief evident in her voice.
Her husband, who looked more than a little like some nutty prophet, approached the car. With him was a carriage in which two girls of the toddler age were seated.
Henry "Weaver" Dawson, Cor 12
Xavier welcomed the middle-aged black man who had just entered his office.
”Henry Dawson,” the man said, reaching out a gloved hand.
Xavier took it, somewhat puzzled.
”Henry?” I’m sure ms Alkowitz said…”
”Weaver,” the man said with a smile and sat down. ”That’s what my friends call me. You may call me that as well, if you like.”
Dr. Heather Chandler, Good Intentions
The door opened and a woman in doctor’s clothing came in.
”Oh, good, you’re awake,” she said in an amiable voice.
”Who are you?” Rogue asked, panicking. ”Where’s Scott?”
”The young man who was with you? I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, but I assure you that he is fine.” She moved closer to Rogue. ”What’s your name?”
Rogue didn’t answer and the woman smiled. ”Alright then, you don’t have to tell me. I’m doctor Chandler. None of us is here to harm you.”
Dr. Ronnie Sawyer, Good Intentions
A man entered the room, carrying a small cage in one hand.
”Heather? I brought the mouse.”
”Oh, good!” Dr. Chandler turned to Rogue. ”This is doctor Sawyer, one of my colleagues.”
”Hi,” Dr. Sawyer said, nodding in Rogue’s direction. Then he turned back to Dr. Chandler. ”Heather, I have some work to do, do you mind if I don’t stay?”
”Of course not, Ronnie. Get going.” Dr. Chandler playfully slapped his behind as he left, and he blushed a little.
Dr. Jason Dean, Good Intentions
Dr. Dean, head of the team, searched his notes and sketches for flaws. He couldn’t find any, and he felt most excited. So far the experiments had been small, just as expected, and he had certainly not thought that they would come up with a real solution this quickly. Then again, he had always known that Dr. Finn was a brilliant woman.
Dr. Elizabeth "Betty" Finn (her actual first appearance) What They Deserve
”Dr. Finn, meet my associate,” Raven said in a taunting voice. ”I believe you two have met before.”
A rattle of chains indicated that the victim tried to escape. ”What do you want with me?” Her voice was low, but panicked.
The Young Riders:
Essie,
...and then what?
They walk down the street, and end up before a stable, where CODY is standing. With him is ESSIE, a young blonde of about sixteen-seventeen years, with quite a decent shape.
(and later) Cody shakes hands with the stableman and then lays his arm around Essie’s shoulders and grabs the halter of the only remaining horse with his other hand.
ESSIE: Oh, Bill, you will take care of yourself when you fight the indians, won’t you? I couldn’t stand it if you died.
Judy, ...and then what?
This time Ike snaps his fingers, and they find themselves in a general store. Behind the counter sits JUDY, a dark-haired woman in her late thirties. She is adding up some numbers and meanwhile eating an apple.
Mr. Sutton, ...and then what?
MR SUTTON’s voice is heard from the back room.
MR SUTTON: Mrs Cross!
He shouts very loudly, and a baby starts to cry. Judy sighs and goes once again into the back room. This time the riders follow her there.
The back room has a set of stairs to the second floor, a bookshelf full of accounts and other books, a small stove, a table, some chairs, and in a corner a basket where the crying baby lies. It’s a girl, maybe ten months old. Mr Sutton, a man of fiftysomething with an impressive amount of grey hair, sits by the table, which is at the present full of writing material.
Deloris, ...and then what?
But Noah has already snapped his fingers, and they’re standing in a fine living-room. Outside, there is all the traffic of a 19th century city. Inside, there is a middle-aged woman, DELORIS, well dressed, who is sitting in an armchair, reading a book.
Marianne, ...and then what?
Ike snaps his fingers, and they stand in front of a big, white farmhouse. On each side of the front yard is a small tent. MARIANNE, a young, slender girl of about fifteen with ginger-coloured hair, shows up at the porch. She looks very distressed, and is wearing an apron that is far from clean.
MARIANNE: Mom, won’t you please…
She gets no response, and sighs deeply. Then she walks up to one of the tents and runs her fingers through her hair.
MARIANNE (shouting): Mom, will you please get your ass out of that tent!
Sister Ruth and Sister Martha, My Gift From God
Sister Ruth looked out the window of the schoolroom at the children outside. Some were playing what appeared to be innocent games, others made her frown.
“They’re picking on Ike again”, she said indignantly. She never could stand unnecessary cruelty.
Sister Martha left her sewing and looked out the window too. She taught the youngest pupils, whose opinions of her varied from “quite a good sport” to “frightening”. She was also a very pretty young woman, and her prettiness always made sister Ruth feel awkward. She herself was a thin, nearsighted woman of forty who had never been pretty and certainly never would be.
Sister Joan, My Gift From God
“Soul?”
It was sister Joan that decided to join the conversation. Sister Joan had lived for fiftythree years and been a nun more than half of that time, and she took for granted that her own opinion was shared by the Divinity.
Mother Helen, My Gift From God
She rushed so quickly through the door that she bumped into a boy that was taken into the schoolroom by mother Helen. The boy took a step backwards and watched her closely. He was of Indian origin, approximately in his early teens, and very serious in a way that made him look like a grown man.
“Watch where you’re going, sister Ruth!” said mother Helen. “This is our newest pupil, Buck Cross.”
“Running Buck”, mumbled the child. Mother Helen gave him a sharp glance.
“Buck Cross”, she repeated. “He’ll be one of Bridget’s pupils.” She gave the boy a light push in the back. “Say hello to sister Ruth, Buck!”
Alonzo and Becky Girón, The Second Time You Fall
”I got a letter from an old friend”, said Teaspoon and rubbed his chin. ”Alonzo Girón. His wife Becky is - well, was - my sister in law. They live in this town called Reina Isabella, a bit south of Kearney. Most of the people there are pennyless Mexican farmers, and that storm a while ago caused quite a lot of trouble.” He stopped for a minute, and they looked silently at him, waiting for the point. ”So, Alonzo’s asking me for two or three boys to help him out for a while. Go down to Reina Isabella and live there for a a few weeks - a month maybe.”
Maria Juanita "Nita" Fernandez and Randy, The Second Time You Fall
A teenage girl was sitting on a fallen tree, playing ”The Star-Spangled Banner” on some instrument that looked like a bent trumpet. She was tall and rather chubby, with long, thick, black braids falling down her back, and her eyes were closed. By her feet there was a large, mustard-coloured dog that wagged its tail and seemed eagerly taken in with the music. The riders stared at the strange pair, but they didn’t look back. It was as if nothing existed in the world except the melody.
Maria Rosa "Marosi" Fernandez, The Second Time You Fall
The door opened and a woman stepped out. She was about forty years old and obviously Nita’s mother; although she was shorter and of a darker complexion the likeness was remarkable.
Carlos and Alejandra "Sandy" Fernandez, The Second Time You Fall
The ”children”, as it turned out during dinner, were apart from Nita a young man and woman of about twenty. They both had Nita’s heart-shaped face, dimples and rich black hair, but it seemed that she was the only one in the family with blue eyes.
The young man, Carlos, was easy to get to know. His smiles were as frequent as Nita’s and his jokes no less. Lou found him particularly pleasant, even though he confused her at one point by saying:
”I was thinking of going to town tomorrow night. There’s a nice little club there called Estrella. I think you would like it. Would you like to come with me?”
”Well, I wouldn’t…” she started, but then she halted. By his words and his way of saying them she had assumed that he was making a pass at her, but now it hit her that he didn’t know she was a girl. Or did he? She realised that it was impossible to read out anything from that frank, friendly face.
His sister’s stare at him was no less peculiar. She had introduced herself as Sandy, but the family seemed to prefer the name Aleja - both, of course, nicknames for Alejandra. Unlike the the others, she seemed entirely irritated by the arrival of more people. It was true that the dining-room was filled to the rim by housefolks and boarders, but that didn’t trouble anyone else. While the table was surrounded by new subjects of conversation every minute, she concentrated mainly on her food. Any contribution from her part was short and in some cases almost hostile. Yet she listened carefully to what was said, and at times a smile even came to her face.
Caldwell and his men, The Second Time You Fall
”Hold it right there!” the man holding the gun hollered. Then he turned to another of the men, without lowering his gun for one second. ”What’s all this, Vallejo? I thought you said nobody ever comes here.”
Vallejo whispered something to the man - a tall, bossy anglo who simply shook his head in irritation.
”I’ll have no more of this witchcraft talk! Who are these people? Who are you?” he demanded and riveted his eyes on the closest youth, which happened to be Ramón. The boy blushed in fear and embarrasment, but tried to sound brave.
Anna-Lena "Lena" Andersson and David, Fairy-born and Human-bred
The blonde girl sat down on her colleagues desk. He managed to get some papers out of the way. Although sighing at her behaviour, he didn't protest. There was no use. He gave her a glance that was far from friendly.
"Now, David", she said. She had a distinct English upper-class accent, and her voice was dark and husky. "I know you're not speaking with me at the moment, but I have some news that might interest you."
"Since when do you share interesting news with me?" the young man asked mildly.
Juan Jesus "Jotas" Fernandez, Fairy-born and Human-bred
”Be careful with that box,” a voice with a slight Spanish lilt told the driver. ”There’s porcelain in it.”
Lena quickly released herself from Jimmy and turned to the emerging passengers with a wide, and strangely genuine, smile. ”Jotas!”
The man who had talked to the driver looked up. His thin frame made him look shorter than he was, but the face was a fine-looking one, framed by dark hair and with deep blue eyes. There was something vaguely familiar about him, and even more so in the smile with which he greeted Lena back.
Patrick "Paddy" and Brendan Gallagher, Fairy-born and Human-bred
The Gallagher brothers had been the only ones to arrive from the busy newsteam to participate in the wedding. They were both tall, green-eyed and auburn-haired, but while Brendan was always ready for a laugh and a flirt, Paddy had a tendency towards brooding. And both of them had brought a whole new dimension to what Jimmy thought he knew about the girls.
Other fandoms:
Robin, The Big Day
'That's Blossom', said a very young and very sleepy voice. 'She's my favourite.'
'Is that so?' he said, rather annoyed at himself for not noticing there was a human here. 'And who might you be?'
'I'm Robin. I work here', said the boy and rose -apparently a bit too fast, because Garrett heard him stumble and then lean on the wall. Then the boy's voice changed, grew excited. 'Hey, I know who you are! You're the new knight, who got Excalibur back! Sir', he added.
Kate, Heaven and Earth - Kate's Quest
“Disappeared again, has she?” said a soft voice in her ear.
“As always”, said the woman and sighed. “She is so...”
“Irresponsible, headstrong, wild and foolish”, said her husband. “You know, Kayley, that sounds like someone I know.”
(and later)But Kate was not being killed by a man-eating tree, for the simple reason that she was not in the Forest at all. She was on her way to Camelot. When she saw a tall figure coming towards her on the road she screw up her eyes, and then she brightened up and waved.
Leviathan, Heaven and Earth - Kate's Quest
And then that diabolic laughter started. Among the sparkles above the walls the image of a man took form.
“Step back, Arthur, and bend your knees for the true king!” it said.
“I will not yield”, said Arthur and drew Excalibur.
Instantly, a blue flame projected and the sword fell to the ground. Arthur rubbed his hand.
“I’m sorry you’re being so obstinate”, said the image. “But I suppose I’ll just have to let Serpent give that message to your queen.”
The energies, Listening In (yes, they're people)
"I'm geeky that way," Geordi said absentmindedly, staring at the small pebbles of mineral attracting and repelling each other in an intricate pattern not unlike a domino game. If you could imagine a domino game with strings of magnetism shooting out between the bricks. Fascinated, he reached out with a finger to see what would happen. The pebbles moved aside, circling his finger to get back in touch with each other, and there were moments of pressure when they tried to go *through* his finger as the shortest possible route.
Myra Proudfoot, The Tale of Myra and Merrilil
[...]maybe it wasn't so strange that people started to say that Myra Proudfoot was a changeling.
There was something about her that wasn't quite hobbit, they said. Oh, like all in her family and most other hobbits she had dark hair, eyes and skin, and her hands and feet were as small as her mother's, but wasn't she a tiny bit too thin? Her skin was certainly more of a greyish hue than the warm, healthy chestnut brown that could be expected. And when she grew taller not only than the children her own age, but most of the tweenagers too, the gossip never ceased.
Merry Gamgee, The Tale of Myra and Merrilil (Not entirely an OC, but as close as makes no difference)
The glances immediately turned to little Merry's dirty face that was striped with tears. He stuck his hand into Myra's, and she squeezed it hard.
(and later...) She had bitten Frodo that first day more as a way to get respect than because she actually cared, but Merry, who found his brother's attitude less than comforting, made much more of it. He adored her. And if at first she found his adoration slightly annoying, she didn't have so many friends that she couldn't learn to appreciate him.
"You're a fat pig, Merry," she told him when he couldn't catch up with her long legs. "And you think with your stomach."
Merry shrugged, something he managed remarkably well even while running. All hobbits thought with their stomachs. And he didn't mind Myra calling him a fat pig, because she hit anyone else who attempted to call him names.
Procyon Black, By the Last Stage of Lycanthropy (Not sure he counts, but the ending would be completely different without him, so...)
None of the old school mates were left. But there was a drop-out, as Remus had reminded him. He was a stuck-up brat that had been sent to every wizarding school in the world and finally ended up in Germany, making tree castles and bird parades "to make up for those Muggle highways". He bragged and was condescending to everyone around him, even the highbrows that found him degenerate.
The introductory sentences/paragraphs for each original character of any importance to a story that I've written into fanfic - non-Angel. (Angel OCs here.) Including even the horrid Mary Sues. Laugh if you like. *grin*
X-men
Jaqueline Alkowitz, Cor 12
The woman’s presence filled the TV set, and by the look on the faces of the people around her, it was even stronger in person. Not that they all liked what she was saying.
Her name was Jaqueline Alkowitz, and her voice revealed traces of a French-Canadian accent. Born a member of the Le Claire family that owned most of Quebec, she was a US citizen by marriage only. Still, when money speaks, you tend to listen, even when the money doesn’t have the rhetorics this lady had. Granted, she wasn’t speaking on behalf of her family, but of the City Center, providing healthcare and leisure activities to the people of Brooklyn. That didn’t matter. Rich is rich.
Laurie Drew, Cor 12
A short distance from Jean a woman was trying to get to her little son. A rock came flying through the air towards the head of the boy. Before Jean had time to think, she stopped it in midair.
The woman turned to look at her, surprised, and yanked the boy in her arms. *Thank you* she sent, and Jean realised she was looking at another telepath.
Billy Drew, Cor 12
”And there’s Billy,” Laurie said with relief evident in her voice.
Her husband, who looked more than a little like some nutty prophet, approached the car. With him was a carriage in which two girls of the toddler age were seated.
Henry "Weaver" Dawson, Cor 12
Xavier welcomed the middle-aged black man who had just entered his office.
”Henry Dawson,” the man said, reaching out a gloved hand.
Xavier took it, somewhat puzzled.
”Henry?” I’m sure ms Alkowitz said…”
”Weaver,” the man said with a smile and sat down. ”That’s what my friends call me. You may call me that as well, if you like.”
Dr. Heather Chandler, Good Intentions
The door opened and a woman in doctor’s clothing came in.
”Oh, good, you’re awake,” she said in an amiable voice.
”Who are you?” Rogue asked, panicking. ”Where’s Scott?”
”The young man who was with you? I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, but I assure you that he is fine.” She moved closer to Rogue. ”What’s your name?”
Rogue didn’t answer and the woman smiled. ”Alright then, you don’t have to tell me. I’m doctor Chandler. None of us is here to harm you.”
Dr. Ronnie Sawyer, Good Intentions
A man entered the room, carrying a small cage in one hand.
”Heather? I brought the mouse.”
”Oh, good!” Dr. Chandler turned to Rogue. ”This is doctor Sawyer, one of my colleagues.”
”Hi,” Dr. Sawyer said, nodding in Rogue’s direction. Then he turned back to Dr. Chandler. ”Heather, I have some work to do, do you mind if I don’t stay?”
”Of course not, Ronnie. Get going.” Dr. Chandler playfully slapped his behind as he left, and he blushed a little.
Dr. Jason Dean, Good Intentions
Dr. Dean, head of the team, searched his notes and sketches for flaws. He couldn’t find any, and he felt most excited. So far the experiments had been small, just as expected, and he had certainly not thought that they would come up with a real solution this quickly. Then again, he had always known that Dr. Finn was a brilliant woman.
Dr. Elizabeth "Betty" Finn (her actual first appearance) What They Deserve
”Dr. Finn, meet my associate,” Raven said in a taunting voice. ”I believe you two have met before.”
A rattle of chains indicated that the victim tried to escape. ”What do you want with me?” Her voice was low, but panicked.
The Young Riders:
Essie,
...and then what?
They walk down the street, and end up before a stable, where CODY is standing. With him is ESSIE, a young blonde of about sixteen-seventeen years, with quite a decent shape.
(and later) Cody shakes hands with the stableman and then lays his arm around Essie’s shoulders and grabs the halter of the only remaining horse with his other hand.
ESSIE: Oh, Bill, you will take care of yourself when you fight the indians, won’t you? I couldn’t stand it if you died.
Judy, ...and then what?
This time Ike snaps his fingers, and they find themselves in a general store. Behind the counter sits JUDY, a dark-haired woman in her late thirties. She is adding up some numbers and meanwhile eating an apple.
Mr. Sutton, ...and then what?
MR SUTTON’s voice is heard from the back room.
MR SUTTON: Mrs Cross!
He shouts very loudly, and a baby starts to cry. Judy sighs and goes once again into the back room. This time the riders follow her there.
The back room has a set of stairs to the second floor, a bookshelf full of accounts and other books, a small stove, a table, some chairs, and in a corner a basket where the crying baby lies. It’s a girl, maybe ten months old. Mr Sutton, a man of fiftysomething with an impressive amount of grey hair, sits by the table, which is at the present full of writing material.
Deloris, ...and then what?
But Noah has already snapped his fingers, and they’re standing in a fine living-room. Outside, there is all the traffic of a 19th century city. Inside, there is a middle-aged woman, DELORIS, well dressed, who is sitting in an armchair, reading a book.
Marianne, ...and then what?
Ike snaps his fingers, and they stand in front of a big, white farmhouse. On each side of the front yard is a small tent. MARIANNE, a young, slender girl of about fifteen with ginger-coloured hair, shows up at the porch. She looks very distressed, and is wearing an apron that is far from clean.
MARIANNE: Mom, won’t you please…
She gets no response, and sighs deeply. Then she walks up to one of the tents and runs her fingers through her hair.
MARIANNE (shouting): Mom, will you please get your ass out of that tent!
Sister Ruth and Sister Martha, My Gift From God
Sister Ruth looked out the window of the schoolroom at the children outside. Some were playing what appeared to be innocent games, others made her frown.
“They’re picking on Ike again”, she said indignantly. She never could stand unnecessary cruelty.
Sister Martha left her sewing and looked out the window too. She taught the youngest pupils, whose opinions of her varied from “quite a good sport” to “frightening”. She was also a very pretty young woman, and her prettiness always made sister Ruth feel awkward. She herself was a thin, nearsighted woman of forty who had never been pretty and certainly never would be.
Sister Joan, My Gift From God
“Soul?”
It was sister Joan that decided to join the conversation. Sister Joan had lived for fiftythree years and been a nun more than half of that time, and she took for granted that her own opinion was shared by the Divinity.
Mother Helen, My Gift From God
She rushed so quickly through the door that she bumped into a boy that was taken into the schoolroom by mother Helen. The boy took a step backwards and watched her closely. He was of Indian origin, approximately in his early teens, and very serious in a way that made him look like a grown man.
“Watch where you’re going, sister Ruth!” said mother Helen. “This is our newest pupil, Buck Cross.”
“Running Buck”, mumbled the child. Mother Helen gave him a sharp glance.
“Buck Cross”, she repeated. “He’ll be one of Bridget’s pupils.” She gave the boy a light push in the back. “Say hello to sister Ruth, Buck!”
Alonzo and Becky Girón, The Second Time You Fall
”I got a letter from an old friend”, said Teaspoon and rubbed his chin. ”Alonzo Girón. His wife Becky is - well, was - my sister in law. They live in this town called Reina Isabella, a bit south of Kearney. Most of the people there are pennyless Mexican farmers, and that storm a while ago caused quite a lot of trouble.” He stopped for a minute, and they looked silently at him, waiting for the point. ”So, Alonzo’s asking me for two or three boys to help him out for a while. Go down to Reina Isabella and live there for a a few weeks - a month maybe.”
Maria Juanita "Nita" Fernandez and Randy, The Second Time You Fall
A teenage girl was sitting on a fallen tree, playing ”The Star-Spangled Banner” on some instrument that looked like a bent trumpet. She was tall and rather chubby, with long, thick, black braids falling down her back, and her eyes were closed. By her feet there was a large, mustard-coloured dog that wagged its tail and seemed eagerly taken in with the music. The riders stared at the strange pair, but they didn’t look back. It was as if nothing existed in the world except the melody.
Maria Rosa "Marosi" Fernandez, The Second Time You Fall
The door opened and a woman stepped out. She was about forty years old and obviously Nita’s mother; although she was shorter and of a darker complexion the likeness was remarkable.
Carlos and Alejandra "Sandy" Fernandez, The Second Time You Fall
The ”children”, as it turned out during dinner, were apart from Nita a young man and woman of about twenty. They both had Nita’s heart-shaped face, dimples and rich black hair, but it seemed that she was the only one in the family with blue eyes.
The young man, Carlos, was easy to get to know. His smiles were as frequent as Nita’s and his jokes no less. Lou found him particularly pleasant, even though he confused her at one point by saying:
”I was thinking of going to town tomorrow night. There’s a nice little club there called Estrella. I think you would like it. Would you like to come with me?”
”Well, I wouldn’t…” she started, but then she halted. By his words and his way of saying them she had assumed that he was making a pass at her, but now it hit her that he didn’t know she was a girl. Or did he? She realised that it was impossible to read out anything from that frank, friendly face.
His sister’s stare at him was no less peculiar. She had introduced herself as Sandy, but the family seemed to prefer the name Aleja - both, of course, nicknames for Alejandra. Unlike the the others, she seemed entirely irritated by the arrival of more people. It was true that the dining-room was filled to the rim by housefolks and boarders, but that didn’t trouble anyone else. While the table was surrounded by new subjects of conversation every minute, she concentrated mainly on her food. Any contribution from her part was short and in some cases almost hostile. Yet she listened carefully to what was said, and at times a smile even came to her face.
Caldwell and his men, The Second Time You Fall
”Hold it right there!” the man holding the gun hollered. Then he turned to another of the men, without lowering his gun for one second. ”What’s all this, Vallejo? I thought you said nobody ever comes here.”
Vallejo whispered something to the man - a tall, bossy anglo who simply shook his head in irritation.
”I’ll have no more of this witchcraft talk! Who are these people? Who are you?” he demanded and riveted his eyes on the closest youth, which happened to be Ramón. The boy blushed in fear and embarrasment, but tried to sound brave.
Anna-Lena "Lena" Andersson and David, Fairy-born and Human-bred
The blonde girl sat down on her colleagues desk. He managed to get some papers out of the way. Although sighing at her behaviour, he didn't protest. There was no use. He gave her a glance that was far from friendly.
"Now, David", she said. She had a distinct English upper-class accent, and her voice was dark and husky. "I know you're not speaking with me at the moment, but I have some news that might interest you."
"Since when do you share interesting news with me?" the young man asked mildly.
Juan Jesus "Jotas" Fernandez, Fairy-born and Human-bred
”Be careful with that box,” a voice with a slight Spanish lilt told the driver. ”There’s porcelain in it.”
Lena quickly released herself from Jimmy and turned to the emerging passengers with a wide, and strangely genuine, smile. ”Jotas!”
The man who had talked to the driver looked up. His thin frame made him look shorter than he was, but the face was a fine-looking one, framed by dark hair and with deep blue eyes. There was something vaguely familiar about him, and even more so in the smile with which he greeted Lena back.
Patrick "Paddy" and Brendan Gallagher, Fairy-born and Human-bred
The Gallagher brothers had been the only ones to arrive from the busy newsteam to participate in the wedding. They were both tall, green-eyed and auburn-haired, but while Brendan was always ready for a laugh and a flirt, Paddy had a tendency towards brooding. And both of them had brought a whole new dimension to what Jimmy thought he knew about the girls.
Other fandoms:
Robin, The Big Day
'That's Blossom', said a very young and very sleepy voice. 'She's my favourite.'
'Is that so?' he said, rather annoyed at himself for not noticing there was a human here. 'And who might you be?'
'I'm Robin. I work here', said the boy and rose -apparently a bit too fast, because Garrett heard him stumble and then lean on the wall. Then the boy's voice changed, grew excited. 'Hey, I know who you are! You're the new knight, who got Excalibur back! Sir', he added.
Kate, Heaven and Earth - Kate's Quest
“Disappeared again, has she?” said a soft voice in her ear.
“As always”, said the woman and sighed. “She is so...”
“Irresponsible, headstrong, wild and foolish”, said her husband. “You know, Kayley, that sounds like someone I know.”
(and later)But Kate was not being killed by a man-eating tree, for the simple reason that she was not in the Forest at all. She was on her way to Camelot. When she saw a tall figure coming towards her on the road she screw up her eyes, and then she brightened up and waved.
Leviathan, Heaven and Earth - Kate's Quest
And then that diabolic laughter started. Among the sparkles above the walls the image of a man took form.
“Step back, Arthur, and bend your knees for the true king!” it said.
“I will not yield”, said Arthur and drew Excalibur.
Instantly, a blue flame projected and the sword fell to the ground. Arthur rubbed his hand.
“I’m sorry you’re being so obstinate”, said the image. “But I suppose I’ll just have to let Serpent give that message to your queen.”
The energies, Listening In (yes, they're people)
"I'm geeky that way," Geordi said absentmindedly, staring at the small pebbles of mineral attracting and repelling each other in an intricate pattern not unlike a domino game. If you could imagine a domino game with strings of magnetism shooting out between the bricks. Fascinated, he reached out with a finger to see what would happen. The pebbles moved aside, circling his finger to get back in touch with each other, and there were moments of pressure when they tried to go *through* his finger as the shortest possible route.
Myra Proudfoot, The Tale of Myra and Merrilil
[...]maybe it wasn't so strange that people started to say that Myra Proudfoot was a changeling.
There was something about her that wasn't quite hobbit, they said. Oh, like all in her family and most other hobbits she had dark hair, eyes and skin, and her hands and feet were as small as her mother's, but wasn't she a tiny bit too thin? Her skin was certainly more of a greyish hue than the warm, healthy chestnut brown that could be expected. And when she grew taller not only than the children her own age, but most of the tweenagers too, the gossip never ceased.
Merry Gamgee, The Tale of Myra and Merrilil (Not entirely an OC, but as close as makes no difference)
The glances immediately turned to little Merry's dirty face that was striped with tears. He stuck his hand into Myra's, and she squeezed it hard.
(and later...) She had bitten Frodo that first day more as a way to get respect than because she actually cared, but Merry, who found his brother's attitude less than comforting, made much more of it. He adored her. And if at first she found his adoration slightly annoying, she didn't have so many friends that she couldn't learn to appreciate him.
"You're a fat pig, Merry," she told him when he couldn't catch up with her long legs. "And you think with your stomach."
Merry shrugged, something he managed remarkably well even while running. All hobbits thought with their stomachs. And he didn't mind Myra calling him a fat pig, because she hit anyone else who attempted to call him names.
Procyon Black, By the Last Stage of Lycanthropy (Not sure he counts, but the ending would be completely different without him, so...)
None of the old school mates were left. But there was a drop-out, as Remus had reminded him. He was a stuck-up brat that had been sent to every wizarding school in the world and finally ended up in Germany, making tree castles and bird parades "to make up for those Muggle highways". He bragged and was condescending to everyone around him, even the highbrows that found him degenerate.