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afarcryfrommymain · 9 months

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Far Cry OC Tournament Round 2! Brittany "Brit" Seed v Cooper McCoy

Brittany "Brit" Seed (@henbased)

About: we all know about joseph's daughter, dead shortly after birth. well she lived. her name is brit. grew up in the system and bounced around homes until finally turning 18 and dropping out of highschool, and we pick up not long after, at most a handful of years. she's not doing so great. no job, a drug addiction, and some demons she's running away from on her high speed get-outta-dodge road trip she takes with her two foster sisters to hope county, montana, to see the dad she never knew and do a little soul searching. have an identity crisis. relapse. the concept of josephs daughter being the exact type of person edens gate preys upon is really captivates me. brit has a lot of the negative seed traits. she's mean. she's cruel. self-centered. but she's still so young, barely an adult and with hardly an idea of how to behave in the first place. traversing the world that has already deemed her a lost cause. and the cult is nice in the way society isnt, accepting, seemingly, and maybe for all the bad joseph has done (cult. murder. her dads a /murderer/), her bloodline has done, then maybe she really was always destined to be bad, so maybe there's nothing wrong with her but her blood, which is so much easier to accept (is it?). her style is what youd describe as "dumpster-diving goth", complete with bad smells and greasy hair. she learned how to apply makeup in a middle school bathroom with her fingers in bad lighting and never advanced beyond that.

Does your OC have anything to share?: brit's resilient. like a cockroach. you can't kill her and even if you do she won't stay dead, but in more of a 'shambling zombie' than anything that can be considered scary. ok well. a threat. well, okay, maybe she's both but held together by literal tendons you know.

Anything else we should know?: she has a fic called Of A Feather by @clab on ao3 if you'd like to read how shes mentally handling the whole cult-leader-father thing (spoiler: not well) [ photo of instagram user @krrowface ]

Cooper McCoy (@strafethesesinners)

About: Cooper McCoy is an ex-drug smuggler on the run from the law. He is hiding out in plain sight, pretending to be a sheriff’s deputy in Hope County, Montana. Through years of training and experience as the muscle for his drug smuggling gang, Cooper has honed his combat skills to perfection. He especially excels at hand to hand combat, and is much faster and stealthier than he looks. When he’s not fighting, Cooper is friendly, generous, flirty, and charming. Being half Australian and half Texan, Cooper is in love with the cowboy aesthetic.

Does your OC have anything to share?: “Come at me, partner”

Anything else we should know?: Cooper is just as likely to charm or seduce his way out of trouble as he is to fight. Though he won’t hesitate to react with extreme aggression if provoked. Cooper tends not to go for the kill unless absolutely necessary, preferring to incapacitate his opponents instead. Cooper is bisexual.

I meant to add this to round one but I posted those during finals week, so completely slipped my mind but Coopers art is by @iigo-art

#far cry oc tournament #far cry 5 #Brittany “Brit” Seed #Cooper McCoy

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henbased · 5 months

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— OC INTERVIEW

got tagged by the loveliest @corvosattano tysm x

and look at me! doing a tag thing. turns out i don't like doing quizes for ocs. that's a lot of reading.

tagging: @adelaidedrubman (dont mention the contract im getting to it), @thespiral, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @8bitpizzacoupons, @braindancer, @necro-hamster (obligated), @vvindication, @orionlancasterr, @fourlittleseedlings, @princehendir, @meatcrimes, @aceghosts, @josephslittledeputy, @jackiesarch, @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @shallow-gravy, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @inafieldofdaisies, and um! idk whose done this ive not kept up with the tag games </3 YOU!!! reading this. if you want to. i don't have a banner <:'3

Name: brittany seed

Nickname: brit <- call her only that

Gender: somewhere between a teenage girl and a woman and a shambling decaying corpse

Star Sign:

Height: i think i settled on 5'9". don't quote me on that

Orientation: the token straighty

Nationality/Ethnicity: joseph seed's daughter whose accent is a mix of georgian and boston

Fave Fruit: not apples

Fave Season: there's faults to be found with them all

Fave Flower: pressed and dried ones

Fave Scent: marlboro cigarettes

Coffee, Tea, or HC: monster energy drinks

Average Hours of Sleep: anywhere between 1 and 18 #sleepissues

Dog or Cat Person: neither. brit and animals don't really get along (they DO NOT like her) (her vibes are OFF)

Dream Trip: not driving from boston to montana in a spur of a moment decision with everything she owns. maybe like idk. hanging out with the gang of jackass. me too girl.

Favorite Fictional Character: [ throws dart and squints ] uhhh alice cullen twilight. sure.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: she would prefer at least one but she understands thats generally a big ask

Random Fact: her birthdays coming up :3x

#📌#oc: brit seed #[ waves ] hiii im. existing again #i know ive been spotlighting brit a lot but jude is in my head all the time #its just brittime its her birthday month cmonn shes jujst a birthday girl

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klaineficroulettechallenge-us · 2 years

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Read on AO3 [Ch 10] Read from the beginning [Ch 1]

Chapter 10 By Esperanto

Wednesday, April 11

The situation with Cooper continued to weigh on his mind, but Kurt certainly had a way of cheering him up. It had taken everything in his power not to kiss Kurt senseless when they said goodnight, but without the excuse of putting on a show for Burt, Blaine would have been putting his heart on the line.

Blaine was still swooning over his date with Kurt when he pulled his car into his parents’ garage and cut the engine. The food had been divine, not to mention that it must have taken Kurt hours to prepare. The way that Kurt had taken advantage of the unseasonably warm weather to make it into a picnic had only heightened the magic of the evening. And that kiss. That kiss ! Blaine had replayed it in his head the whole way home. Yes. This date was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him. Granted, the bar wasn’t very high, considering that Sebastian had been allergic to romance, but still, Blaine was thrilled.

If this was how Kurt treated his fake boyfriend, Blaine wondered how far he would go for a real boyfriend. He wondered if Alex had ever been on the receiving end of something like this. Jealousy twisted in his gut at the thought, so he quickly dismissed it. Things with Alex had never gotten serious, and he had moved away for college; it wasn’t worth getting worked up over someone who obviously wasn’t a threat.

Kurt really knew how to put on a show, and this most recent outing had been no exception. Everyone was thoroughly convinced that the two of them were smitten. Well, they were at least half right. Blaine was fully ensorcelled by Kurt.

Wait… There was something he was missing, some part of the picture he was blind to but could not find… His thoughts tangled there, like fabric snagging on a rough surface. Who was the show for? There! That was it. That was the question that had been niggling at the edges of his mind the whole drive home.

Kurt had gone all out on a romantic date for Blaine…in his backyard. Not in public. Not where Dave or Sebastian might see. Not at school, where gossip would spread it around like dandelion seeds. In private. The only person to appreciate his performance was Burt. Perhaps Kurt thought he needed further convincing? He seemed fully on board to Blaine, but maybe he had said something that had Kurt worried.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, Blaine was suddenly struck with the realization that there was one other person besides Burt that the show could have been for. Suddenly wide awake, Blaine’s breathing hitched and his heart raced as he considered the possibility that the person the date had really been for was… him.

—*—

Thursday, April 12

“So, what’s the master plan, boys?” Santana asked, her cafeteria tray clattering as she set it down on the lunch table.

“Well, it’s a bit chilly for world domination,” Kurt quipped, “so I thought I’d leave it until summer.”

Blaine met his eyes and let out a fond chuckle.

Santana rolled her eyes, clearly not amused. “Prom? Your campaign? You two need to step it up if you want to be elected.”

Blaine bit his lip. He was distressed at the thought that they weren’t up to snuff. “I didn’t realize we were behind. What are you and Brit doing?”

“Well, Brittany’s been flashing her tits for anyone who promises to vote for us…” She trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

Kurt swallowed thickly. While the idea of nudity involving Blaine was both terrifying and enticing, there was no way he would ever stoop so low as to trade sexual favors for votes. He glanced over at Blaine nervously. Surely Blaine would be just as disinterested, right? Just because he’d gotten naked with Sebastian didn’t make him an exhibitionist…right?

Blaine caught his eye and gave a nearly imperceptible head shake. Kurt smiled back in relief.

“I don’t think that’s quite our style. What about a performance?” Blaine suggested.

Kurt considered his proposition. They were all in the Glee Club after all. But their previous attempts at all-school assemblies had received mixed receptions, to say the least.

“Oooh, I love it! Maybe the four of us could all do something together.”

“It has to be tasteful,” Kurt insisted.

“Tastefully sexy?” Santana countered. “Come on. Stop being such an old married couple, and have some fun! A big romantic number with some sexy choreography is exactly what we need to get everyone’s attention.”

After a moment of silent conferring, communicated entirely through eye gestures and nods, Kurt and Blaine gave their answer.

“We’re in!”

—*—

Monday, April 16

Blaine’s mind was whirling as he walked through the front doors of McKinley. He made a beeline for Kurt but stopped short when he heard the anger in his fake boyfriend’s voice.

“What in God’s name possessed you? I mean what on Earth could possibly have made you think that this was remotely appropriate?” Kurt’s voice pitched higher and grew louder with each word until he was practically screeching at Brittany.

Blaine took in the scene. He opened the lid of his travel thermos and let the warm, caffeinated liquid bring things into focus after a night of light sleep.

“You didn’t even ask me, Brittany!” Kurt was pointing accusingly at something over Brittany’s shoulder. Blaine stepped closer until he was able to make out the offending object. He nearly spit out his coffee.

The poster Kurt was gesticulating at—and a quick look up the hallway confirmed his fears that it was far from the only one—was a sight to behold. He could forgive the lurid pink color scheme and over-reliance on glitter. But the photograph of Kurt’s tongue down his throat at Rachel’s party was far too graphic for a school campaign. The tagline— Vote Your Favorite Queens For Prom King 2012 —wasn’t much better.

Blaine stood frozen, bile rising in his throat as he took in just how many posters were hanging on the walls. He felt as if every pair of eyes in the hallway was on him. The nausea continued to build, and he felt his cheeks flush pink and then drain of all color.

“—aine? Blaine?” The sound of his name pulled him from his reverie. The rushing in his ears subsided enough for him to realize that Kurt had spotted him. He told his feet to move, but they weren’t listening.

“Blaine? Sweetheart?”

“Ye-Yeah,” he stuttered out.

Evidently having turned back to Brittany, Kurt muttered, “Do you see? Do you see how you’ve upset Blaine ?”

There was a quiet whine that quickly turned into blubbering. “I j-just…wanted to help my-my…two favorite u-unicorns,” Brittany wailed.

“Uh-uh. Who the hell upset my girl?” Santana yelled from down the hallway.

Finally, Blaine’s shoes unglued themselves from the floor, and he managed to stumble his way to Kurt’s side. Kurt wrapped a protective arm around his shoulder, rubbing his other hand up and down Blaine’s arm.

He was whispering soothingly, “I swear I had no idea she was going to do that, Blaine. I promise, okay? I will take care of this, though, Blaine. I promise. Whatever the backlash, it’s on me, okay?”

Hearing Kurt trying to take all of the blame was enough to stop his head from spinning. “Don’t be ridiculous, Kurt. We’re in this together.”

Kurt’s face broke into a heart-wrenching smile. “That’s why I love you.”

Blaine gaped.

“I-I mean—”

“—Mr. Hummel? Mr. Anderson? My office. Now!”

They exchanged a look of imminent doom before following Principal Figgins to his office.

—*—

Kurt was still fuming at Glee rehearsal that afternoon.

“You can’t drop out now, Kurt! He let you off with a warning.”

“Which means we’ve used up our warning, and if we get in trouble for the performance, then he’s going to come down hard…”

“Kurt, you have the backbone of a chocolate eclair,” Santana derided.

Kurt glowered at her but relented.

“I think it will be fun,” Blaine added, giving his knee a reassuring pat. He leaned in closer until Kurt could feel the intimacy of humid puffs of breath tickling his ear. A shiver ran down his spine. Blaine whispered softly, “Besides, are we even believable as boyfriends if we haven’t sung a romantic duet in public?” Kurt nodded stiffly, trying to remember to breathe.

—*—

Saturday, April 22

Blaine had chosen the perfect duet song. He just needed to convince Kurt.

“I just think something more modern would appeal to the masses,” Kurt argued, biting his lip in a way that drove Blaine to distraction.

“Come on.” Blaine had sunk to begging. “At least give it a chance. George Harrison is classic, and we would sound amazing on the harmonies.” Kurt still looked unsure, so Blaine was forced to use his trump card: the puppy dog eyes.

Kurt muttered something about unfairness, but he did finally agree.

Giddy, Blaine clapped his hands together and pressed a lyric sheet into Kurt’s hands. As he skimmed through the lyrics, Kurt’s face turned an increasingly noticeable shade of pink. His eyes widened, he glanced furtively at Blaine, and then he furrowed his brows as he looked back at the sheet.

Finally, he set down the page and gave Blaine a serious, probing look. “Why did you choose this?”

Blaine opened his mouth wordlessly, feeling as though he didn’t know the answer to a question on a test.

“I just…thought we would sound good together on it? What do you… What do you mean?”

“It’s… It’s nothing. Let’s give it a try.”

When you're here by my side Now only you know how to dry up All of those tears that I've cried Here with your love Now only you know how to lay it down Like it came from above You know it's you that I love

As they sang, Blaine felt himself overcome with yearning for Kurt. “ How I miss you baby”

“Baby, so don't let me wait too long. ” Kurt was right there, just a few feet away, and yet Blaine realized with a pang of longing that it did feel like he missed Kurt. But it was strange, missing something he’d never had, longing and yearning so hard it felt like homesickness.

Kurt smiled gloriously at him as they harmonized, but there was an intensity in his eyes that worried Blaine. It felt like he was singing straight to Blaine on each repetition of “ Don't let me wait too long. ”

The song wound down and for a moment, neither of them spoke, as if afraid to break some spell. Blaine felt himself pulling closer to Kurt, as if magnetized, until Kurt was in his arms in a tight embrace. Blaine breathed in Kurt’s hair, letting the hug last a little too long, before finally pulling back. “So, what did you think?”

“I loved it, but I don’t see how we can do anything remotely sexy like Santana wanted.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“You still don’t know why you chose that song?” Kurt asked.

“I think I liked the line about drying up all of those tears that I’ve cried. You’re my best friend. You’ve been with me through some hard times, and you always know how to make me feel better.”

Kurt frowned, just for a second.

_*_

That night, as he readied himself for bed, Blaine’s cell phone went off. He finished moisturizing his face and then fetched it from his nightstand, curious to see who was texting him. He was delighted to see that it was Kurt… That is until he read what it said.

Kurt : You’ll never guess who’s going to be in town next weekend?

Kurt : It’s Alex.

Blaine’s heart sank clear past his shoes and settled somewhere deep in the earth’s mantle.

_*_

Author’s Note: Featured music was “Don’t Let Me Wait Too Long,” by George Harrison. Thank you to Blurglesmurfklaine for beta-reading this chapter!

Note from GleefulDarrenCrissFan. Thanks to Teddyhoney for editing this. The next chapter, by CatCat85 will be up Monday or maybe even Sunday night. Also, tomorrow, my new story, Perfectly Imperfect will be published here. Please check it out.

#The Prom-us #the prom-us #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic roulette- the prom-us #the prom us #klaine fanfic #signal boost

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likeawildthing · 4 years

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn more about your mutuals and followers❤

Thanks, babe!

reading! i’ve read 3-4 books this week and it’s been great.

the vanishing half (brit bennett) -- hands down the best, most poignant book i’ve read this year.

slay (brittany morris) -- ya; at times the exposition and internal dialogue was heavy for my taste, but the pov and underlying messages are worth the read. a wonderful debut novel!

they called themselves the kkk: the birth of an american terrorist group (ya, easily digestible, doesn’t sugarcoat but doesn’t get graphic, either)

kristina introduced me to arugula last week and i’ve had it pretty much every day since! i’ve just been adding fresh fruit, sometimes a protein, something cruncy like seeds or chopped walnuts, a bit of crumbled cheese, and a light citrus dressing. MWAH.

y’all

my kids take it as a personal challenge to mess with me when i’m talking to my trainer and, while it drives me nuts, it does make me laugh. being home with them every day for the last 4 months has been...ngl...hard as hell...but it’s also been so. great. we’ve never had this much time together! and we’re about to jump into two very busy years (one in junior high, one in high school, me in grad school), and we’ve had the hardest year of our collective lives, so this has been a great summer.

my little slice of earth: the fireflies in the back, my flowers out front

#lindsays #ask game #the life and lies of linds #arrogantbullying-toerag

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lucvanspace · 5 years

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Wedding Cakes Across Different Cultures

Wedding customs and rituals vary significantly around the world, and the cake is no exception. Each country has used their own cultural differences to form a unique traditional wedding cake.

Indonesia: A cake typically served at weddings Indonesia weddings cake is a massive, multilayered creation known as kek lapis. The cake is typically made from layers of chocolate and vanilla and dates back to the Dutch colonial period; today's versions are often spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. These layers are symbolic of a ladder that the couple will ‘climb’ up to success. To follow with this ladder symbol, some couples will cut the cake from the bottom up. The bride and groom will also cut each other a small bite size piece and feed each other.

Greece: These days, most Greek couples prefer a flourless almond cake, which is filled with vanilla custard and fruit, and covered in sliced almonds. The traditional rendition of a Greek wedding cake consists of honey, sesame seed, and quince, which is said to symbolize the couple's enduring commitment to each other. Sourdough wedding bread decorated with beads and blossoms is also a traditional treat. The couple will cut the cake immediately after their first dance to prevent the cake from melting in the heat. The couple will feed each other a bite with the same spoon to show they’re letting their boundaries down, sharing, becoming one.

Great Britain: The British go for a traditional fruit cake. Usually the cake is made with cognac-soaked dates, prunes, raisins, currants, and orange peel, to create a very moist texture. Popular frostings include marzipan, brandy butter, or fondant. And rather than saving a piece for their first anniversary, Brits hang on to the entire top tier, called the christening cake, until the birth of their first child. In some scenarios, the wedding cake was used more as a centrepiece because of the overly sweet flavour of the cake.

Ireland and Scotland: Fruitcakes are also popular in Ireland and Scotland, commonly created with three tiers, is often times laced with bourbon, brandy, or whiskey and each layer is spread with almond paste. According to Scottish legend, the cake should be baked just after engagement to really let the mix of flavours seep together. The bottom layers are the only layer of cake that should be eaten as the top layer should also be saved until the couple’s first child.

Japan: Many Japanese actually use imposter cakes at wedding receptions. Made of artificial rubber, these faux confections are iced with wax -- and even feature a slot for the bride and groom to insert a knife. Some models have even been known to produce a puff of steam! Other dupes consist of elaborately frosted Styrofoam dummy cakes. While the imposters are just for show, cakes hiding out in the kitchen are cut and served to guests.

Korea: Many wedding cakes are from ingredients we would consider sweet. In Korea, they opt instead for a cake made of ground steamed rice covered in red bean powder and filled with fruit, nuts or a mung bean paste. A tiered sponge cake covered in non dairy whipped cream is also a popular treat.

Italy: The history around the wedding cake goes back to Ancient Rome. A popular choice for an Italian wedding is a zuppa inglese. Scrumptiously filled with chocolate custard, vanilla custard, rum cream, and fruit, tiers of pound cake are elaborately trimmed with flower blooms of royal icing. Wedding cakes are regional in Italy, and in some areas cake is not served at all. At those where they are, taste trumps decoration. In many areas, the custom is to serve a mille-foglia, an Italian cake made from layers of light filo pastry, chocolate, and vanilla creams, and topped with strawberries. This is a single tiered dessert and is a light way to finish an evening meal.

Bermuda: In Bermuda, it's common to have a small cedar sapling top off a wedding cake. The sapling is said to symbolise the couple's growing love, and is usually replanted after the ceremony. This is typically a fruit or a pound cake. In some weddings, both the bride and groom will have a cake, one of each type.

Caribbean: Caribbean couples traditionally feast on fruitcakes. The cake is often dark and filled with dried fruits and sherry, wine, or rum. Party guests in the West Indies pay for a lucky peek at the wedding cake hidden under a fine white tablecloth. Here a rum-laced fruitcake is the sweet of choice. The cake is a minimum of three tiers and the top tier is put in the freezer for the one year anniversary. From the second tier, a sliver of cake should be cut and put under the bride’s pillow that same night as they believe this ritual guarantees contraception. As soon as a wedding date is confirmed, the dried fruits are put into a vat to soak for up to 6 months.

Norway: The Norwegians serve Kransekake, which is an almond based ring cake, with the texture more like a cookie than cake. It is popular to decorate these cakes with flags from Norway, Denmark, or Sweden, as well as with the signature ripples of icing on each layer. In other parts of Norway, cake is not traditionally served, Norwegians serve brudlaupskling, a type of wedding bread first developed when white flour was a rarity on farms in Norway. Any food containing wheat was once highly prized, so the wedding bread was considered a true treat. Topped with cheese, cream, and syrup, this unique bread is folded over and cut into small squares and served to all the guests.

Denmark: The Danish are known to feast upon a cornucopia cake. Made of almond cake and marzipan, the ring-shaped confection is decorated with pastilage and filled in the center with candy, almond cakes, fresh fruit, or sorbet. Sometimes marzipan portraits of the bride and groom are attached to the outside of the cake. To avoid bad luck, the newlyweds cut the cake together; all the guests must eat a slice.

Iceland: Icelanders enjoy a kransakaka at weddings. Made up of ring-shaped almond pastries piled on top of one another to form a pyramid, the hollow center of the tower is filled with fine chocolates or candies.

France: The French traditionally serve up what is known as a croquembouche. This tall tower of cream-filled pastries is coated in caramel and formed into a pyramid shape and is decorated in spun sugar. Typically these are large scale statement piece towers. Another not so traditional wedding cake choice is one made from crepes. These crepes are layered on top of each other and dusted with icing sugar.

Germany: Though American-style wedding cakes are slowly making their way into Europe, countries such as Germany are hanging onto their own traditions. German couples often serve up a rich nut genoise or sponge cake to their guests. The cake is usually laced with liqueur or syrup; filled with jam, marzipan or nougat; and covered in fondant or ganache. Any use of artificial coloring on a cake is considered a major faux pas.

Lithuania: In Lithuania, the wedding cake is actually a cookie-like pastry shaped into a Christmas tree. Baked to a sunny yellow hue, the pastry, called a sakotis, displays fresh flowers and herbs protruding from the top peak.

Ukraine: Ukrainian couples share a type of wedding bread known as Korovai. Decorated with designs representing eternity and the joining of the two families, the bread is considered a sacred part of the wedding feast.

https://www.theknot.com/content/a-world-tour-of-wedding-cake-traditions

http://www.expat.or.id/info/weddings.html

https://loveandtravel.dk/en/greek-wedding-traditions/

https://www.eater.com/2018/5/18/17340392/cake-royal-wedding-meghan-markle-prince-harry-william-kate-elizabeth-history

https://www.lochcarron.co.uk/blog/scottish-wedding-traditions-an-introduction/

https://shop.mybluprint.com/cake-decorating/article/traditional-wedding-cakes-from-around-the-world/

https://www.bermuda-attractions.com/bermuda_0000c2.htm

http://marrycaribbean.com/food/wedding-cakes/

https://www.asimplehomestead.com/kransekake-norwegian-wedding-cake/ input to reseach by Brittany for our group

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afarcryfrommymain · 10 months

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Far Cry OC Tournament Round 1b: Brittany "Brit" Seed v Charlie Berger

Info and voting under the cut!

Brittany "Brit" Seed (@henbased)

Charlie Berger (@detectivelokis)

About: Charlie is a former whitetail turned cultist. I would say she joined for love, but she initially joined because she genuinely believed John would turn her in for being a murderer (big dummy). As of 2018 she isn’t a herald, per se, but she has her own chosen and deals with all the bliss being transported in and out of the valley. She’s one mean bitch who fronts as being the biggest baby girl of all time. Massive victim complex and kind of a cry baby. It’s exactly how she ended up being John’s wifey and baby mama.

Does your OC have anything to share?: Charlie’s strategy to win would probably just be to kidnap her opponents and force them to admit that they want to lose to her, they always want to feel second best to someone like her. She would definitely try to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss her way to a win. Her selling points for herself: She’s kinda cute for starters. An incredible sharpshooter. And she’s not a cop! She would never arrest you for any crimes you commit! If you just vote for her (and join her In Eden’s Gate) you too can live deliciously, or whatever it is people in cults say.

Anything else we should know?: The art is by @delicateweapon

#far cry oc tournament #round 1b #far cry 5 #polls #Brittany Seed #Charlie Berger

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