In terms of actually having a story to them, the only OC that really qualifies is my freelancer who lives in Montreal. He currently only has one story to him(Another Day, Another Job), but back during the contest he was in, I had like five story ideas and he was protagonist to them all. So maybe he might pop up again.
His name's William Templar, but it started out as William Lebreaux. Used to be he was heir to the Lebreaux magus family, who are a bunch of france frenchies who have a home in London to stay close to the clocktower. They remain very close to their ancestry however, and drill their children with the french language from a young age.
A stoic man of few words, many grunts and a temper he has to restrain every now and then, William is still at his core a magus and spends many hours studying and researching to improve his craft. His element is fire, and he fights by using his familial crest and an old family staff he took before leaving home, which pretty much acts as a voice-activated revolver with a ''Fire Everything'' command, instead that it shoots firebolts instead of lead.
BACKSTORY: The Lebreaux family had two sons, and both were trained as magi by demand of the patriarch. In standard fashion, however, the first son was born with more and better circuitry than his brother. The first son was William, and his brother, forced to live in his shadow in both status, magic ability and size, was a meek boy called Pascal. These two brothers were very close.
After their mother died and only a week later their father had decided to remarry, William flew into a rage and beat his dad (Who didn't fight back, what if something happened to the familial crest when he did?) within an inch of his life and ran away from home, finding himself lost and alone. He wandered the streets of London with no one to turn to, until his brother finally caught up to him while accompanied by an old man.
Unknown to William, the old man was his grandfather on his mother's side. He introduced himself as Jean-François Dubois, and told him he had somewhere for him to live, if he were to take on a job. It was simple: Protect Jean-François's spiritual land in his many absences, as one of the lead researchers of the Clocktower's archaeology department. His spiritual land, a place which drew inhabitants long before the colonists came running, was in a place considered a backwater by the modern magus society: Canada.
Figuring he needed someplace to live, someplace preferably as far as possible from his jerk father, William accepted. He said his goodbyes to his brother, and promised that he'd find a way to stay in contact. At the tender age of 18, William left home and London for the first time of his life, and would only return ten years later, in a story not yet told. He changed his name as well, to make sure he had no ties to the father he despised.
He settled into a small apartment, and started working odd jobs for whoever could pay to add to his influx of money from Jean-François. After a particular case where a return client asked him to spy on her husband whom she thought was having an affair, when it turned out he'd become a criminal, William entertained the possibility of becoming a private detective. Oddly enough, private detectives looked no different from freelancers to his average Magus Client, something he never really particularly minded.
Young and easily influenced, he used his pay from that time to buy himself a longcoat, which he later learned was called a Duster, just to look like all the other detectives from the books he'd read. He spent time and effort into turning the duster into a mystic code, one that provided defense and masked his presence by catching his residual od.
Only later did he realize the coat made him look like a fool and he regretted ever buying it. By then it was already completely a mystic code, however, and he did not really have the time to redo the process on something else. And it did provide good coverage, being so long. So when he worries for his health before leaving to handle a job, he begrudgingly takes it with him. He also dropped the title of private detective, and simply advertises himself as a freelancer, one who can take care of whatever you need. The ambiguous title lessened his normal-people clientele and got him looks from the police, but the latter he was getting anyway and the former he didn't really mind, seeing as Magus clientele paid in ridiculous amounts.
It was after his little tryst as a private detective that he started refusing Jean-François's money, because he figured he shouldn't get paid twice for doing one job.
On one of his many jobs did he encounter the mysterious figure Anne, who had decided that she liked William and would help him keep the peace in the city. She would only help him when something supernatural was involved, however. Her aid has proven invaluable, but her attitude has also proven grating and a test to William's patience as well. Somehow, Anne has found a way to monitor the entirety of Montreal, even areas thought inn inaccessible. William has no idea how this works, but it has proven useful to him on many occasions. And asking another Magus how their stuff works, mostly when they are an ally, is incredibly rude and terrible form because of the way mystery functions in the nasuverse.
In the story Another Day, Another Job, William gets a wolf puppy, one of Fenrir's descendants, a fact hardly even noticeable because the blood is so diluted. This particular puppy he was allowed to have only because of two things: 1) The puppy was already looked over and know to have no mystic potential whatsoever, and doubled with that had a nasty infection in one of its eyes made it both half-blind and unpresentable and 2) the man who gave him the job, Johnathan McKagan, was not a magus, was winging it at this point because the happenings were all unexpected, and he was told to dispose of the puppy anyway.
William later called the puppy Wodan(Another way of saying Odin) to make fun of it's single working eye. The puppy itself never developed any mystic talent, but grew to be massive and has an abnormal amount of magic resistance. Wodan never really forgot what William did to its mother, but at the same time does not take its revenge because William feeds him. He does go out of his way to make William's life difficult though, whenever he has the occasion.
So yeah, there's my OC and his orchestra.
Honestly, I had another story planned for William. I'm not sure if I'll ever get to it, though, because I've in such a rut right now it's not even funny.
And no, William still doesn't know that Jean-François is his grandpa.
AND NO HE'S NOT DRESDEN LITE HE HATES HIS COAT HIS DOG HATES HIM HIS STAFF IS A REVOLVER INSTEAD OF A SWISS ARMY KNIFE AND HE DOESN'T MAKE REFERENCES EVERY TWO LINES LIKE A GIGANTIC NERD
