New oc. I wanna get a good feel for her personality so I’m Roleplaying with her. Info in comments

So I made a new oc.
Her name is Nova, and she is the Eldritch goddess of Traumatophobia, and Athazagoraphobia (Fear of inevitable war, and fear of being forgotten) (all the Eldritch Gods in my universe represent two, to 3 fears.)
She’s a master blacksmith and will make you any weapon for the right favor. (Favors vary depending on current world condition and Value the buyer can offer. Currency of any kind will be turned down.)
She is an expert at war tactics.
Asexual (like most Eldritch Gods are) (tho… 😏 maybe you could slide into memechat if you play your cards right)
She’s also very tired if she isn’t active

Knowing all this, feel free to give me an idea for a prompt, I’ll modify if I see fit,
And then we can rp with Nova and your OC

((Woot woot Mav's got a rp-))
((I got an oc that I wanna playtest, so I'll just use her. imgflip.com/i/6rfog3 ))
Basic Prompt: For whatever reason of your choosing, Nova is passing through a small village when she passes a blacksmiths shop. Inside, a humanoid places a bag of broken weapons on the table with a bag of gold, then walks out soundlessly. The humanoid passes by Nova, eyeing her sword. She pauses, before following Nova and tapping her shoulder. "Your sword," the humanoid asks, "Where did you find it?" 𝘸𝘋𝘺𝘋?!?!?

Nova, noticing the humanoids ignorance of her godly hood, (which wasn’t surprising… not like she went around proclaiming it unlike some dieties) eyed the person. “I made it.” It was Eldritch Gold. One of the three Eldritch metals used for weapon making for gods. But she never told anyone that. Only an Eldritch god can wield such a weapon and actually kill someone. Everyone else couldn’t even place a scratch. To a human it’d be a mere toy or sparing blade. “I happen to be quite the blacksmith in my land.”

"Really?" [Rin looked at the blade with curious gaze, eyes studying the blade intently,] "It's some of the best work I've seen on a blade, oh, that's interesting material too..." [Rin sighed, looking back to the blacksmith shop.] "Unfortunately, I've had no luck in finding a weapon such as that. They all end up breaking." [Rin stared at her paw, then back at the shop.] "Thus are the troubles of me."

Astaroth: “Hello.” DoyOP4: “Greetings.”

Hmm

Hm?

I need to think of prompt

Since you didn’t make a prompt, ill make it myself. She sees him (yes, its a picrew. I know) all bloodily and injured. He’s close to passing out

“Well then… training starts tomorrow. For now… I shall show you where you can and can’t go. Follow me um… what was your name?”

“I believe it is Arlo. And what is yours?”

“Nova. Eldritch Goddess of Traumatophobia, and Athazagoraphobia. Heavenly Smith, and Patron of war heroes. And speaking of which… what’s your story?”

“I…” He looks down “I wouldn’t like to converse about it…”

“That’s fine.” She opened a door that led to a dark wooden hallway. With torches in the wall every couple feet. “Come now.”

“Okay.” He walks into the hallway

They walk through the hall and stop at the first door. Inside is a room equally as dark. I guess Eldritch gods haven’t discovered electricity.
No windows or anything, but there was a desk with quills and paper, and on the other side of the room was a twin sized bed with animal products like fur and skin used as bedding.
“I apologize if the room ain’t to your liking. But this is where you’re going to stay. Feel free to ask me for any additions or changes and I’ll be sure to provide in due time.”

He takes a look around the room “No. it’s perfect.”

(That’s kinda the reason I didn’t make a prompt. So others could.)
(Don’t worry! I have nothing against picrews! I’m a firm believer that while the image is important, it doesn’t matter who or what made it. Cause you’re the one that writes the character, not the drawing)

Nova kneeled besides him (I’m gonna make up something’s from assumptions) he sneered. “Another victim of War and bloodshed…” she could sense potential in him. And her instincts tell that he wasn’t done with his life. Yet… no one was around to save him…
But at the same time there must have been a reason she has found him.
She thought for a moment. As his eyes were struggling to stay open.
She closed them for him.
Gold dust seemed his eyes shut.
He wouldn’t remember meeting her…
But he would remember the blood and war…
When he was asleep she used Eldritch Magic she wasn’t allowed to use on normal mortals. But she felt he wouldn’t be normal.
His wounds were gone.

When he would wake up… he’d be sitting in a chair in her forge. Maybe he could be an apprentice. She has been in need of a worker for a few centuries

(Okay!)

He looks around in confusion, thinking he was gone and not knowing where he was

(Also sorry for taking long. Homework shit.)

(It’s no biggie, homework is a valid excuse to not be on a meme website.)

“So you’re awake now…” she smiled at him while she screwed a handle in place on a Khopesh looking weapon. “Did you enjoy your nap?”

He looks at her in confusion “Where am I? Hell or Heaven? Am I dead? What happened?

Nova stopped what she was doing and calmly walked over to her. She cupped his face in a motherly way, and used some of her powers to calm him down a bit. “You’re in a place with no name… not one the mortal tongue can pronounce. But most people call it Eldritch Paradise… or Godly concentration camp… it’s all what you perceive it to be.” She smiled warmly at him. But not a radiant of sun warm… a wet blood kind of warm… unsettling… but when you don’t think all too much about it… it could be comforting…
Eldritch gods weren’t meant to be friendly after all.

“I see. Thank you.” He almost smiles but doesn’t. “But can you please explain what happened? Last thing I remember was passing out to blood loss.”

“You were. And then I saved you.” She took her hand off him. “And now I ask you offer me something instead. Service.”

“What kind of service? I do owe you my life, so tell me the task or tasks.”

“I just need a smith hand. Someone to assist in my forge.” She said plainly. “Are you familiar with the art of smithing?

“Not that I remember. But I learn fast, so it shouldn’t be hard after a visual demonstration.”

(you think of a prompt cause I'm horrible at them)

(So am I when it comes to new characters that’s why i was asking you guys 💀)

(oof 😅)

(prompt:u meet her duing a time where weapons are low an goblins are robbing places)

(Idk what to say you think of a prompt)

Nina:o u must be nova nice too meet u i´m nina

Nova tilted her head. “You know of me?” She was sitting at a table glancing at knives. She never buys anything but does like to look at human works.

Nina:yes i heard u make great weapons!

“I do yes. What weapons do you have in mind?”

Nina:a dagger for my brother

Asparus: *currently training as super saiyan*

((So…
I personally have a problem with responses/start ups like this…
Like I’m sure you can starts some great rps like this…
But I, being the creator of the stream, am a little old school…
So…
My oc wouldnt interact with yours because common sense says “not my monkey not my circus” (if you know what that means.) and she has not intentions or reason to intervene

So…
Maybe a small bit of extra context/backstory please…))

Oh boy…
Lots of responses
…
Time to get to work

Alright so I don’t have the prompt at this exact moment as I’ll need to think of one, but is it alright if I use a (more traditional) god named Friday, he is the god of death

Yeah that’s All okay!

*Alright here it is, She is walking through a public park at a time where it’s dark enough for it to be considered night, there is not many people around, and she passes someone sitting on a bench who stares at her as she passes, and as she keeps walking, she can feel the eyes following her, the man has a bulky stature, and is smoking, his yellow eyes stand out in the dark, he is wearing a dark grey, unbuttoned coat with a plain black shirt underneath, he is wearing black dress pants too, his darker grey hair is kept about medium length and parted to the side, his skin had looked grey at a certain angle in the moonlight*

Nova finally turned to him “listen… You gonna speak up or do you have a reason to stare?”

Friday: most people don’t walk around the park at night, so I can’t help but bother to look for a bit

Nova sneered. “Makes you seem perverse.” She looked him up and down with disgust. “And most people don’t sit ominously on a bench staring at women at night either.

*Friday would stand up, looking amused*
Friday: I don’t see what’s so ominous about simply sitting down on a public bench

“It’s not. What’s ominous is being a perverse man sitting on a public bench at night”

*Friday would mutter “never Been to New York”*
Friday: well I’m not one for pointless arguments, Nova

*Comes home after pickax pvp training, only to find her sword gone (this is officially part of my lore)