[rkana]

Anyway, yeah. I only did a few OCs, because I didn't have that many that had interesting... lives after I applied for them, whether it be on servers, in random steam chats, or on forums.

(OoF V1) Ashley: "You. I don't like you much. Stop letting those damn demons hurt me, and having me get involved in stuff like the conspiracy-whatever-thing with Hugh. And stop having my wolves die!"

She'd just continue on her with life, but simply dislike me.


(OoF V2) Dawn: "You sure liked to torture me, eh? Now, don't go getting mad at me if I hate you, because after all, you're the one who made me hold grudges." 

She'd probably just shrug after that, and go hate me from afar... xD


(OoF V2) Grant: "Oh, so... You did all that? Er. You aren't a nice person, are you? But I suppose I do have you to thank for letting me see my sister again. However, you had me go and get myself killed while going after the uncle of the woman I loved. But you did also... Lemme go think for a second."

Then he'd be conflicted about what he thought of me, struggling with the pros and cons of his life.


(OoF V2) Jetta: "Meh."

She wouldn't really care, but would be a little upset that I killed her.


(Random forum RP) Andras: "So, my life is all your fault? Well, screw you, ma'am. Next time, keep the frisky, bipolar guys away from me, maybe? 'Kay, thanks." 

GLAAARE.


(Original Version) Sienna: "I'm not sure who's more messed up -me, for living the fucked up life I have, or you, for creating it. I mean, damn, you sure screwed me up. Know how many people I've wanted to kill, but haven't because of what I worry will happen? Django, for example. If he doesn't shut the hell up about scars..."

She'd... be pissed at me. Hehe.


(Mesalia) Sienna: "You... weren't that kind while thinking of me... were you? Why'd you stick me here, though? I suppose it's better than nothing, but- never mind..."

She secretly would hate me, but would definitely not tell me xD. But I know. YOU CAN'T HIDE IT FROM ME, SIENNA~

[SentaiPink]

I'd hate to meet Gump though, if he was still alive that is. He would just regard me cold fury, kill me, and throw my corpse deep in a mine somewhere so Marty wouldn't see that and cry.

Lol. Oh man. That wouldn't make Marty cry near as much as knowing her gods are a lie and she's just an object of my amusement, and her life of suffering all a part of that. I think that would be the only way to truly break Marty as it sort of undoes her entire world. As such, she would not believe it to be true and pretend it never happened.

[RandRahl]

Caius: Why the hell did you bother making me a king if you were going to dethrone me?

Rand: It's poetic hubris and all that stuff.

Caius: No, you sir are an asshole.

[SentaiPink]

Caius: Why the hell did you bother making me a king if you were going to dethrone me?

Rand: It's poetic hubris and all that stuff.

Caius: No, you sir are an asshole.

ROFL, I have to say that is the best reaction a character could give.

[MelancholyFae]

I can't seem to do this. I've been thinking about it as I can, and... the issue is; they're already aware of their background.

When I make a character, I consider myself a medium. I come up with ideas, test each one with varying concepts and situations, and see what 'fits'. When something fits, I put it into its place, and continue on. This way, I 'find' the gender of the character, their skills, their story. I'm basically finding the soul of someone who is already out there, and giving me hints about their story, their life. It doesn't always work 100% - but the stronger characters are the ones that have control of their backgrounds, and control over themselves, and I just am their voice. (This is why I don't like trying to plan ahead things, or say something will happen if this-n-this goes this-or-that way, because real life doesn't work that way either.)
They have no need to get angry at me, because I'm only telling others their story.

I -suppose- most would actually say something along the lines of; "Thank you, for letting me play in a story." I show them a story, and they play in it; not I.