Alex (Roleplay OC)

This is Ollie’s owner, Alex. (she/they)

Alex specialises in rescuing/training pets like Ollie. Every week, new ones get sent to her from a range of different places, and It’s her job to make sure they’re good enough to be given back by a certain date.

She’s around 5'8 in height, with multiple piercings and tattoos. Sometimes she purposely wears more revealing clothing to show them off, though she mostly prefers to keep them to herself.

Though she likes to think she’s mysterious and closed off person, she’ll open up about just about anything if you ask her to! They do not believe that they’re doing anything wrong by owning this business and keeping Ollie as their pet, and honestly is proud of what they’ve achieved over the past several years.

She is here to take any questions you might have about either herself or Ollie, so ask away!

Or, if you don’t feel like doing it yourself, you may ask her to do something to Ollie instead <3

Warning: [Mentioned] emeto, wounds, bound whumpee.

“You can’t leave me here like this!”

Alex grinned, leaning lazily against the wall as they admired their artwork. Despite much protesting and fighting, they’d finally managed to tie little Ollie to the ceiling fan in their living room, arms and wrists tight against the blades while the it worked at a slow speed. Each time it wriggled in an attempt to free itself, the blades pressed further into It’s soft flesh, wounding it further.

“Don’t worry, little thing!” she smiled, reaching across to turn the dial that controlled the fan. Ollie let out a tiny noise, almost resembling a squeal as it felt the speed pick up. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. If you puke on my nice carpet, you’ll be receiving another punishment.”

“Get me down from here!” it cried. “Make it stop! I’ll- I’ll be good!”

Again, she turned the speed up just a little. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re a little brat, and this is what brats are for. Master’s entertainment.”

“Ihateyou!”

“This is for your own good, my dear. Now, be quiet and stay there until I get back.”

Alex thought she heard Ollie growl, though it sounded more like a sob than anything else.

With a wicked smile still on her face, she slowly backed out of the living room and shut the door behind her, ignoring Ollie’s desperate pleas as she got ready to go out.

I should be working on the new comic but heck it. It gives me so much joy to draw Alex so content.

He looks like a flower here.

It was only a matter of time before Alex and Loki got their Witch Hat Atelier designs. They have matching cloaks :3

I redesigned Alex a bit - he has freckles now.