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Onyx

mushroom prince
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Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
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Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
character storage
i'll make this post pretty (one day), for now i'm just dumping them here for posterity
 

Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
  • basics
    FULL NAME
    Adrien René Lachance
    COMMON NAME
    Adrien
    NICK-NAMES
    Dre
    AGE
    Adjustable; between 18-26
    NATIONALITY
    French
    OCCUPATION
    Aspiring musician
    SEXUALITY
    Gay
    VOICE
    Gaspard Ulliel
    code by miserableyouth

    playlist (spotify)

    Likes
    Dislikes
    Classical music
    Rock'n'Roll
    Hip hop
    Cats
    Sleeping in
    Partying
    Running
    Losing control
    Arrogant people
    Birds
    Country music
    Most television
    Rainy days
    Being ignored

  • appearance
    HAIR
    Coarse, curly, and naturally dark brown; when affordable, sports dark blue dye. Likes to have it cut close to his head, longer on top, but has been known to shave it all off in a fit of passion.
    EYES
    Grey and sallow. Thick, dark, and rather unruly brows.
    BUILD
    Of average height, but worryingly thin, gaunt, and gangly.
    PROMINENT FEATURES
    Large, crooked nose, prominent Adam's apple, bridge piercing, deep set eyes.
    STYLE
    Has no real style to speak of, though if he were to fit into any one style of dress, it would be 'grunge.' If he could afford it, he'd at least attempt to find designer grunge.
    OTHER
    He is not traditionally attractive in most senses; in fact, due to his run-down appearance, crooked nose from a childhood break that never healed properly, and gaunt cheeks, many would argue he's not attractive at all.

  • personality
    In a word: volatile. Adrien is short tempered, blunt, loud, and insecure, and is terrible at blending into a crowd. Whether it be his shocking appearance or childish excitability, he draws attention like a sponge draws water; while this is a grand trait to command on the stage, it's not as admirable in day to day life. He is not the most intelligent man, and has had continued trouble with education, due to dyslexia and a bad attitude towards the school system. As he moved from France to America at 13, and immediately had issues integrating and attending class, he has picked up mostly colloquial English.

    Though a bit difficult to handle upon first meeting, he is also fiercely loyal, and has a contagious love of life and people. While always suspicious of other people's motives, due to an abusive relationship in his late teens, he is an extrovert and thrives in the company of others. Has a great sense of humor, and loves to toss friendly insults back and forth, but when offense is taken, he knows how to hold a grudge. He does not forgive and forget easily.

    He has an addictive personality, which more than anything else has been his downfall in life. Whether it be drugs, alcohol, music or love, he does not do anything in moderation. When he falls, he falls hard.

    Battered and arguably broken, he has low self-esteem, and has put up a spiked shield around himself. If he feels someone is getting too close, he has the bad habit of pushing them away, and in a vicious manner. It is difficult to earn his trust. Inside, he is soft, with a poor handle on his emotions, and wants nothing more than to love and to be loved.

  • history
    Childhood: Moved from Bordeaux, France to America at age 13, when his father landed a good career opportunity. He resented it immediately; he went to a small, xenophobic school, and never fit in well, earning him bullies at every corner. He was bad at school, and hated English so much he never put in the effort to learn it properly. Unable to cope with the stress, he began taking his anger out on his parents and siblings, who were at a loss as to what to do with him. Desperate, his parents sent him to a therapist, who he refused to cooperate with.

    Teens: In high school, he began falling in with a bad crowd due to naivety, unfamiliarity with the culture, and a desperateness to fit in somewhere. Started to earn a reputation as a 'bad apple,' and bullying soon gave way to avoidance. With his school performance at an all time low, he began forgoing classes altogether, instead choosing to spend time with his questionable new friends, who introduced him to drugs and alcohol. At 15, he was the youngest person in his social circle, though few were aware of his actual age.

    It was at this time that he met a man named Isaac, whose malicious intentions he was ignorant of; he was obsessed with the idea of being with an older man, feeling that it would in turn make him more mature, and command more respect. Unfortunately, he could not have been more wrong. Isaac used substances to keep Adrien compliant; whether it was alcohol or heroin, he was sure to keep him dependent.

    Development of an eating disorder: As his relationship with Isaac continued to spiral downwards, felt absolutely helpless. Felt like his only purpose in life was to be Isaac's lover and became obsessed with him (at 17, was vulnerable in mind in spirit.) Everything he did, he did for him, yet none of it was good enough; was always reprimanded. Fell into a severe depression, where he felt like his body did not belong to him. Like his heart, Isaac possessed his body; he both praised and abused it. When he looked in the mirror, he no longer saw himself, and was disgusted by what he did see. Restricting his food intake was a warped way of regaining control, of trying to regain his 'old' body.

    Even after ending his relationship with Isaac, the damage had already been done, and he continued to suffer from the disease in silence. For so long he felt like his body wasn't 'his,' and now that it belonged to him again, he felt the compulsive need to control it, to make it perfect. It was also a way of cleansing it, to make it 'pure' again.

    Present: *This is all dependent on the role-play in question. This is his 'default' state as a young-adult at 26.

    Weathered and raw, Adrien is still recovering from addiction and disease, and his body and mind show clear signs of this fact. Has replaced his addiction to illicit drugs with a love of music; though he has always loved it, he has now set his sights on success in the industry. Went back and earned his GED, as well as took a course in English to improve his fluency.
  • red star information
    PREFERENCE
    Adrien is 100% a bossy power bottom, but willing to top if begged nicely. Likes to be dominant in bed, but not into BDSM.
    BODY
    Doesn't have a lot of body-hair. Likes to keep pubic area trimmed neatly, not shaved. Depending on setting, can have a variety of piercings, including but not limited to nipples, navel, and frenum.

    TURN-ONS
    - Oral (giving)
    - Anal (receiving)
    - Frottage
    - Biting
    - Hair pulling
    - Dirty talking, including degradation (giving/receiving)
    - Muskiness
    - Muscular men
    - Rough sex
    - Large cocks
    - Exhibitionism

    TURN-OFFS
    - Timidity
    - Cruelty
    - Rimming (giving/receiving)

    HARD 'NO'S
    - Breath play
    - Toilet play
    - Rape play
  • plot ideas
    Adrien is my ancient, beloved, gay woobie, and I'm open to use him with multiple partners in multiple different scenarios!

    PLOT 1 - "TO DARKNESS"
    Open-ended, a 'rich x poor' trope at its core.

    Adrien has been living on the streets for quite some time thanks to addiction and a poor relationship with his family. As he is wont to do, gets into a scrap, but this time his opponent is not only twice his size but also seems to legitimately wants to kill him.

    YC lives in 'that giant, creepy house' that everyone avoids because they think it might be haunted, or that a serial killer lives there. Adrien, in a desperate attempt to ditch the dude trying to kill him, runs to YC's house, and bangs on the door.

    Here is where it is open-ended.

    To the dark end (no romance) - YC is actually a twisted individual, and rumours aren't baseless. Could be a vampire or werewolf or some other 'monster', some sick novelist who wants to live out a slave fetish, even a serial killer whom Adrien bargains with in an effort not to become his next victim.

    Not-so-dark (romance possible) - YC is just an introvert/misanthrope, or perhaps a vampire/werewolf/some other 'monster' who wants to keep hidden from society, but is actually quite lonely and is willing to put up with Adrien in return for some kind of companionship and/or work.

    Or something in the middle.

    PLOT 2 - "IN EVERY LIFE, YOU FIND ME"
    Honestly this is just like a twist on the above plot? I love anything to do with soul mates, and I was kicking around the idea of YC being a vampire or some kind of long-living or immortal being. YC and Adrien are soul-mates, but in every reincarnation, Adrien ends up meeting a horrible fate, leaving YC alone and heartbroken. YC, unable to handle the heartbreak again, has been trying his hardest to isolate himself - but fate has other ideas.

    I want some ANGST all RIGHT
    Bonus points if it's omegaverse. Adrien would be an omega.

    BRAIN WORMS
    Because I have a lot of skeleton ideas for this dumb Frenchman!
    On the darker side (no real happy endings here) -
    A drug dealer/addict situation
    Exploring the darker side of the music industry (could have a lighter end if characters realize that they need to get some fucking help)

    Ideas with the potential for romance and fluff -
    Something simple involving a path to recovery; perhaps with a therapist or psychiatrist, or another resident at an inpatient facility, even a teacher or something.

    Really stupid but potentially fun -
    Adrien is YC's beau, one of them gets in serious trouble with the law, they go on the run, maybe a-la Bonny and Clyde.

    And as always, if you have any ideas that you think he might fit with, lemme know!
 

Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
  • basics
    FULL NAME
    Uriel (no last name, or even birth certificate)
    NICK-NAMES
    Uri (YOO-ree), Kitten, Pink
    AGE
    19
    NATIONALITY
    Japanese
    OCCUPATION
    Escort
    SPECIES
    Bakeneko (unbeknownst to him)
    SEXUALITY
    Gay
    code by miserableyouth

    playlist (spotify)

    Likes
    Dislikes
    Coffee
    Cartoons
    Drawing
    Karaoke
    Reading
    Playing pranks
    Napping
    Sushi
    Drugs of all kinds
    Zoos/pet stores
    Strong flavours
    Bananas
    Water
    Rich people
    Most humans, on principle
    Browns/earth tones
    Birds

  • appearance

    art by mei

    HAIR
    Thick, wavy, naturally white. Is capable of shifting his hair/fur (ears and tails) into any colour he wants, which is most often a bubblegum pink.
    EYES
    Large, cat-like, amber eyes, lined by long, thick eyelashes.
    BUILD
    Average height, thin, hips a bit wider than is typical for a man. Long fingers and toes.
    PROMINENT FEATURES
    Has small fangs and clawed fingers/toes that he keeps trimmed to a reasonable length.
    STYLE
    Uriel loves clothes, and refuses to see them as gendered. To him, there are no 'men's' or 'women's' clothes; he wears what he likes, and what he thinks looks good. He has two different wardrobes - a 'working' wardrobe and a 'casual' wardrobe, though there isn't that vast of a difference between them. He likes bright colours, flashy patterns, and tight, form-fitting fabrics. He also really loves shoes. Has approximately two 'comfortable' outfits.
    OTHER
    Natural ear colour is white, natural tail colour is black. Hair/fur are both very, very soft.
    REAL LIFE FACE: Takeru Sato

    FELINE FORM
    Larger than an average house cat, but not by much. White with black paws and a black tail. Can still speak in this form, but usually chooses not to (because 'human language feels weird like this').

    Art
    Album: Uriel
  • personality
    'Spirited' would be the polite way to put it - 'obnoxious' would be more accurate. Uriel had no traditional family to speak of, instead being raised by brothel workers, after he showed up seemingly out of no where, with no memories of who he was or where he came from. As a result, he speaks his mind no matter the consequences, and can be very loud. He also knows better than to trust anyone at face value, an instinct that was only reinforced when, at age 15, he was suddenly forced into prostitution by the only family he had ever known.

    He is tenacious and headstrong, and refuses to yield to anyone, no matter how they try to break him. Has some trouble with authority figures, borne from his complicated relationship with his 'mother'. Is a fantastic actor, and a master manipulator. He is a shameless creature, and isn't above playing dirty to get what he wants. He knows how to play up his good features; he knows he is considered 'exotic' and 'adorable' by many, and uses it to his advantage - even if it makes him sick.

    Has trouble processing and healthily coping with his emotions; where he comes from, you either cope or you die, and he quickly learned that the easiest way to cope with his life of trauma and stress was with anger and denial. Because of this, there is a volatile storm of emotion beneath the surface at all times, toiling away like lava in a volcano. It's hard to say when he will erupt.

    He is flirtatious, mischievous, and incredibly sexually charged, though it's questionable how much of it is his own libido and how much of it is conditioning. Sex is synonymous with life and comfort for him. It means survival. When he was first thrust into prostitution, he had difficulty coping with the fact that he was being forced to have sex when he had no desire for it. After talking with some of the other escorts at the brothel, he learned to force himself to adopt a sexual persona - to make his sexuality his own. It was necessary to survive. Now he has difficulty separating sex from his own sense of self. He certainly doesn't understand the concept of not needing to have sex if he doesn't feel like it. It's an impossibility to him, an absurdity. On some level, he genuinely believes that sex is all he is good for.

    Also thanks to his lifestyle, he is loyal to a fault, and is always one to look after his own. He would give you the clothes off of his back if you needed them. This only really applies to those in similar positions, however; he has nothing but disdain for the upper class, or for most humans in general. If he passed by a rich human bleeding to death in the street, there is a good chance that he would walk away without so much as sparing them a glance.

    He falls in love very easily, though he would never admit it - to himself or to others. As far as he is concerned, he has no time or use for love. Love only gets you hurt.
  • history
    Inception:
    As an ordinary house cat - kitten, at the age of eight months - was killed by a little boy - the son of the two adults who had rescued him from a shelter. The little boy was angry that they had moved to America, and took it out on the kitten.

    Was reborn as a bakeneko. Being so young, however, his memories were weak, and was unaware of exactly what he was, and why he was. Wandered all about the city in the dark, hopelessly lost. He shifted into a human form out of confusion, and was promptly unable to shift back out of it.

    Short-form:
    - Showed up seemingly out of nowhere on the stoop of a prominent brothel. Was taken in by the workers there, and thanks to his white hair and the fact that he was considered a 'miracle', was named 'Uriel' by one of the girls.
    - Was raised quite well, all things considered. They homeschooled him and made sure that he was mostly shielded from the harsh reality of prostitution, until he was old enough that they couldn't prevent him from finding out on his own. They fed him and clothed him and put a roof over his head.
    - At the age of fifteen, when he was considered sexually mature, was put to work by the brothel madam.
    - Was immediately popular with clients due to his soft features, ears and tail, and innocence - which did not last very long after being put to work.
    - Hardened quickly, out of necessity. Learned that no one could really be trusted, not even your family.

    'Family':
    Gianna - The brothel madam. Was the most like a mother to him growing up, and in many ways, still is, but his trust in her is shattered. Serves her because he feels indebted to her.

    Annabella ('Bella') - The girl who found him on the doorstep and gave him his name. No longer works at the brothel, but he still sees her frequently.

    Shifters vs Humans:
    - Pretty simple: shifters are treated as subhuman. Most are prostitutes, drug dealers, or are sold into the slave trade. Humans are very willing to turn the other eye when shifters are being abused.

    Other
    Has absolutely zero idea about what he is or where he really came from. He knows he's a feline shifter, but that's about it. Would like to visit Japan some day to learn more about himself, but fears he will never be able to afford it.

    Because he is unaware of what he is, and because he was 'born' so young, he isn't familiar with any potential powers (mostly nefarious) of his kind, other than being able to speak in his feral form.

    Is quite intelligent and surprisingly well read. He speaks bluntly and without much class, which makes people believe he is stupid; the fact that playing dumb gets him better tips also doesn't help.
  • red star information
    PREFERENCE
    Power bottom. Switch; typically prefers to be dominant in bed, but given the right partner, is willing to take a submissive role. Of course, anything is game if he's being paid for it.
    BODY
    No body hair other than a small tuft of white pubic hair framing his penis. Average size, uncut. No body modifications of any kind. Very flexible.

    TURN-ONS
    - Anal (receiving)
    - Rimming (receiving)
    - Virginity
    - Foot jobs (giving)
    - Large cocks (size queen)
    - Orgasm control (giving)
    - Tail pulling
    - Uniforms
    - Wax play (giving/receiving)

    TURN-OFFS
    - Uncleanliness
    - Humiliation
    - Dirty talk (if only because most are terrible at it)
    - Possessiveness
    - Face-fucking

    HARD 'NO'S
    - Violence/abuse
    - Drug use/intoxication
    - Sensory deprivation
    - Toilet play
    - Blood play
  • plot ideas
    PLOT ONE - "PLEASE DON'T BITE"
    Living among humans are what are colloquially known as 'shifters' - human-animal hybrids that are capable of shapeshifting between an animal form and a quasi-human form. Unfortunately, these shifters are not in good standing in society. They are a relatively recent mutation, showing up seemingly out of nowhere only around ~500 years ago. Humans outnumber them roughly 10 to 1, and they face severe discrimination from humanity. Many shifters are forced to become prostitutes, or live on the streets. Most harrowing of all - though it is technically illegal - slave auctions are commonly held underground for the ownership of the prettiest of shifters. It is known by all, but rarely spoken of.

    Uriel is a prostitute, and has been since he was a teenager. For the most part, he is savvy, but all it takes is one slip-up to find yourself waking up on the stage of one of these auctions. He normally doesn't get into cars, but this time he does. Foolishly, of course. So very foolishly. Whatever drug they inject him with knocks him out entirely, and when he comes to, he has no idea where he is - just that he is sore, confused, and very, very naked.

    Though the plot does have slave elements, I'd like to make it clear that I do not want the relationship between our characters to be that of a master/slave. Uriel would make a terrible slave anyway. We can work out exactly the relationship between our characters/the route we want the story to take together (but I think it would be especially fun if your character also happens to be a shifter. At the very least, Uriel would be much more likely to trust him that way). All that being said, I would love to find someone who can punish him in bed a li'l when we get there. :^ )

    Also, Uriel is technically a bakeneko! But he doesn't know that yet. His wee tail has yet to split.

    PLOT TWO - "HOMEWRECKER"
    Alternatively, I've got a less dark, more comedic plot idea involving Uriel being a con-man. He seduces men, pretends he's in love with them, and when he ends up at their place for a fling, he robs them blind. It's dumb, but I think it could be very fun. Perhaps YC is a bit unstable himself, and becomes a little bit of a stalker. Two assholes made for each other.
 

Onyx

mushroom prince
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Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Jaculus
(saving space. i want this all in a particular order)
 

Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Khamil Ramza​

Availability: Open
Genre: Fantasy, historical



Character Name:
Khamil Hasan Ramza

Gender:
Male

Age:
33, appearing quite young for his age thanks to various tinctures and serums

Occupation:
Alchemist

General Appearance:
(art by moved! - commissioned for this character specifically)

He is very small for a man, both in stature and in shape. He is proportional, but slim and lithe. With his long russet hair, large golden eyes, and soft, russet brown skin, it is no wonder that he is often mistaken for a woman -- but he doesn't mind. Others quickly learn of their mistake once he opens his mouth. Dresses in lavish clothes and jewellery.

Fears:
Disorder. Poverty. Scorpions.

General Personality:
An elegant, dignified aristocrat. He strives for attention, and commands it by playing the part of the 'enigmatic foreigner' with ease. He is organized and ruthlessly stringent; everything in his life has order. His emotions are explosive, but closely regulated, giving strangers the impression that he is cool and equable. However, this often backfires on him, and many would describe him as 'frigid'.

There are few things that will have him flying off the handle, but disturbing the order in his life - whether it be his alchemical ingredients, the furniture in his bedroom, or his routine - is the quickest way to see him come undone.

Incredibly - if not disturbingly - intelligent; he has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Thanks to his noble upbringing and intellect, he is pompous, egotistical, and vain, and considers most others to be inferior to him. He is also a bit of a hedonist, and takes immense pleasure in the finer things in life.

History:
Was taken in by a noble family of alchemists at a young age. Has never known his real parents, but is not fussed about it; he took to the noble life like a fish to water. His adoptive mother was infertile, and when she stumbled upon a mysterious young child, crying for his mother, she was not able to resist taking him home.

As soon as he was old enough, Kamil was in his father's study, learning the tricks of the trade. By the time he was a teenager, he was matched in his father's skill; by the time he was twenty, he was regarded as one of the best alchemists in the city. Feeling that his job was complete, his father's health steadily began to decline, and he passed on the proprietorship of his shop to Kamil.

He is constantly pushing the boundaries of alchemy, and has been known to dabble in the dark side of the art away from the scrutiny of the public.


 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Fane Vasille​

Availability: Open!
Genre: Modern, modern fantasy, supernatural, omegaverse



Name: Fane Claudius Vasile
Age: Deceased in 1978, aged 26
Gender: Cisgender alpha male
Ethnicity: Romanian
Sexuality: Bisexual, male preference

Appearance:
Tall, broad, thin; stands at 6'2". Long blond hair, which was often rather unkempt during his life of hedonism, but as an angel is soft and attractive. Was known to occasionally sport a beard if he was feeling particularly lazy. Which was most of the time.

Is quite tattooed; full sleeve on his right arm, half on his left, 'stay free' across his knuckles. (Art similar to this in style; imagery not the same.) Most of his tattoos - to his regret - have no meaning; a lot of them he got for fun, while high out of his mind, because they looked cool or - in the case of the image of a nun with red eyes and devil horns - because he thought they were edgy. Several of his tattoos are anti-church, anti-religion, and anti-establishment, much to his embarrassment when he woke up in the afterlife.

Biography:
Fane did not have an honorable death. He was caught up in the decade's music scene, infatuated with the lifestyle that accompanied it. There were no rules he needed to follow. He was free to make mistakes and enjoy them. He could drink from sun rise until sun down, cause havoc in the quiet city streets, and had access to as many men and women as would have him. It was a time of pure hedonism, and he reveled in it.

Though they say it is good to die doing what you love, upon his realization that he had passed away from an unintended, unaided drug overdose, Fane felt for the first time remorse. Whether it was remorse for his actions, or remorse for the fact that they caught up with him, is hard to say. His pang of remorse was only overshadowed by his complete surprise at being welcomed into the afterlife - and as an angel, no less. He learned quickly that every mortal had their chance to redeem themselves after death, and that he was no exception.

Unfortunately, what Fane did not expect was more rules.

It was a difficult adjustment to make. He had always been a bit of a rebel, even as a young child. Psychologists crooned about an absent father, a distant mother, and the pack of devious miscreants that took him in, blaming them all on his trouble with authority. Fane never thought too much about it. The cold, analyzing glance of the doctors made him uneasy, and digging into his emotions was painful. He swallowed them down his entire life, allowing a kind of sentimental bezoar to collect in his gut.

It was not to say he didn't try. He cleaned up his act quite a bit, keenly following his mentors, actively trying to learn the ways of the council. He was almost allowed the title of apprentice when his old impulsive ways caught up with him.

He broke the cardinal rule: do not interfere with fate. He became enraged with the sight of a child being abused by her father, and sent him flying across the concrete. This was how Fane became faced with the ultimate dishonor: the title of guardian.


 
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Onyx

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Onyx

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JULIEN LAURENT​
"What happened?" "Oh... didn't you hear? Poor thing lost his family." "Oh, no!" "Yes... it was a fire. He was the only survivor." "Oh, no... how tragic..." "Horrible." "Well, don't you think --" "It's suspicious? Yes, I thought so." "He always seemed a little off, that boy."



BASICS
FULL NAME Julien Ambroise Laurent
NICK-NAMES (Begrudgingly) Jules
AGE 24
GENDER Cisgender male
ETHNICITY French
NATIONALITY 2nd generation American
OCCUPATION Freelance painter
SEXUALITY ???¿¿¿

APPEARANCE
HAIR A quaff of dark, unruly curls; if it's particularly humid, can sometimes even form ringlets.
EYES Dark brown, with prominent bags that have been accumulated over years of sleepless nights.
BUILD He's rather slight, though not diminutive; if he's been having a good month, he might have some meat on his bones, but more often than not he is very thin. 5'8" in height.
PROMINENT FEATURES Has burn scars across his left shoulder, torso, and thigh, creeping ever so slightly up his neck.
STYLE Hides behind big sweaters and loose jeans most of the time. For one, he doesn't want people to see his scars, or how thin he normally is, and for another, he usually can't be bothered to put much effort into his appearance.
OTHER Often looks ghostly pale.

LIKES
Dogs
Charcoal
Baggy clothes
Sleeping
Daylight

DISLIKES
Crowds of people
Psychiatrists
Being forced to take so many meds to remain functional
Sleeping
Cooking

BIOGRAPHY
A daydreamer at heart, Julien never looks like he's entirely on the same plane of existence as everyone else. He's a painter, and is often hired to do large-scale murals for schools and other buildings. He's not a very fast-moving young man, and never has been; as a child he was normally only the outside looking in at the rest of his peers, and though he was often a target for cruel taunting and bullying, it all rolled off of his back. His dark eyes, while captivating, often look like they're holding onto a terrible secret - and they are.

As a child, Julien's home burned down in the middle of the night. While he was able to make it out with minimal physical damage, the rest of his family was not so lucky. Alongside several burns on his body, there are plenty of mental scars he copes with daily, the most debilitating of which is the horrible feeling that he killed his family. He escapes with his art, and the worlds and stories he's created in his mind.

On a whole, however, he is a functioning adult, with his own home and two dogs to share it with. He's soft spoken, but blunt, which has been known to get him into trouble. The PTSD he suffers from is mostly controlled, but with the right triggers pulls out all of his demons, turning him into a man he cannot recognize. A true introvert, he mostly keeps to himself; though he's fully capable of communicating with others, many of them find him a bit too strange or unsettling to get close to.

As several people have told him, he has a way of attracting disaster. This earned him the nick-name 'grim reaper' in school, and though the bullying was easy enough to get used to, the death... the death wasn't quite so easy.

Flashbacks are easily triggered by fire or smoke -- especially the smell. Other triggers include being accused of causing harm to others and hospitals.

Fears:
Fire, hospitals, violence, being out at night

SONGS
Room of Angel - Akira Yamaoka
If I had died, I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say 'I'm sorry'
Where is the light, wonder if it's weeping somewhere?


Cuckoo Spitting Blood - Anathallo
In morning when words rise up
Like the echo of a stone axe,
Some demon in me wants to rise up
And walk away.


Pity and Fear - Death Cab for Cutie
A storm at sea; the bow cracked and I was capsizing
And I sunk below where I swore I would never go
If you can't stand in place, you can't tell there's walking away
From who remains, who stays, who stays, who stays


Crash - Lisa Germano
It's no fair, it takes so long
And comes around too late
Wonder why it's so easy
To feel the way I hate


b - iamamiwhoami
Wanting higher
Wanting higher up
Wanting higher
'til morning forces us to climb back down
I'd rather stay, I'd rather let us drown



 
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Onyx

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Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Levi Wong-Muller​
Name Yijun "Levi" Wong-Muller
Age 23
Gender Cisgender male
Sexuality Gay
Ethnicity 3/4 Chinese (Mother, Father), 1/4 German (Father)
Nationality Canadian
Occupation Studying biology; works part-time at a greenhouse

Appearance
Levi is, as his old dance instructor so lovingly described him, 'petite', standing at only 5'6", and with the traditional build of an ectomorph. With thick, black hair that reaches his shoulders, some may describe him as effeminate, which doesn't bother him. He's secure in his masculinity, and is able to embrace all of his traditionally 'feminine' qualities with loving arms. He cares deeply about his appearance, to the point of vanity; he is quite fashion-savvy, and is always well dressed, and well groomed. His left ear is pierced in multiple places (lobe, upper lobe, helix, conch).

Real life face: David Chiang



Personality
Levi is polite and friendly, but also incredibly introverted. He would much rather spend time alone with his plants and cats than with other people, but is sociable enough. He's not a fan of small talk or verbose commentary, and much prefers to get his point across succinctly. This, along with a chronic resting bitch face, can make him seem icy to those who do not know him very well.

He is artistic, though not visually. He was trained in classical dance from the ages of 8 to 18, and was not only made very flexible by it, but learned how to express himself through movement. He is also quite a talented writer, preferring poetry over literature.

He's a night owl, and doesn't sleep much. He's always afraid he will miss something exciting. He is very family-oriented, and fears disappointing them every waking second of his life. Because of this, it took him many years to come out to his parents, fearing their rejection, but they were surprisingly accepting in the end. He is hard working, ambitious, and has little patience for the lazy.

Despite his introversion, he is also quite needy, at least when it comes to those he loves. He craves affection and attention, and gets very withdrawn - and manipulative - when he doesn't receive it. He's sensitive, but keeps his emotions close to the vest; because of this, he occasionally has violent outbursts of emotion that can last for days.

Though he fancies himself as someone who can gracefully admit when he's wrong, the truth is that he is quite hard-headed and opinionated, and finds admitting wrongness wounding.


 

Onyx

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Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Hayden Prescott​

Availability: Open!
Genre: Modern
Bedroom: Power bottom.



Character Name:
Hayden James Prescott

Gender:
Male

Age:
20

Occupation:
Student

General Appearance:
Hayden is slight, having always been the small, skinny kid in school. As a teen and young adult, he has taken advantage of this, cultivating his thin, waifish body to be attractive to men of many different kinds. He is very attractive, with large, hazel eyes, long eyelashes, and plump lips. His blond hair is thick, cut in a feminine style that frames his face. His sweet face is very good at hiding a rotten side, and those he seduces are often surprised to discover just how filthy he can be.

Though he is male, and identifies as such, he occasionally enjoys dressing up like a woman, just to mess with men. Usually he only does this when prompted, however, or when he has his eye on a particularly 'straight' man.

Talents:
- Design
- Tennis
- Dancing
- Chess
- Tying a cherry stem with his tongue

Inabilities:
- Honesty
- Long-term relationships
- Losing gracefully
- Math

Fears:
- Abandonment
- Snakes
- Heights

General Personality:
Hayden is used to getting what he wants. Being the baby of his family, and an unexpected, unwanted pregnancy, his parents had less time for him, and therefore turned to buying his affection with things when they could not dote upon him like they did their older children. He quickly became manipulative; when his parents refused to get him something he wanted, he would claim that it was because they didn't love him, as it was obvious they didn't have the time of day for him.

In essence, he is a brat.

He is very friendly, sometimes unsettlingly so. Boastful, a bit loud, quick to anger, quick to tears. Ambitious, though has a clear passion for fun in life. Much of his ambition is driven by his need to impress his parents.

Inner Personality:
Hayden suffers from a clear case of an inferiority-superiority complex. He acts the spoiled brat, the narcissist, but his lack of affection growing up took its toll on him. Everything he does is a cry for attention. All he truly wants is to be loved, and to be told that he is doing well for himself. He craves praise and acknowledgement.

History:
Hayden is the youngest child of the prestigious Prescott family, and it was made clear from the time he was very young that he was an accident. His parents were both already in their early 40's when he was conceived, their youngest child just entering university. It was only their strong Catholic values that prevented the pregnancy from being terminated, but both of his parents were not up to the task of raising a fifth child - certainly not at their age. Almost as soon as he was born, he was handed off to a nanny.

All of his needs and cries for attention were bought off with things from the time he was very young. When Hayden's nanny was not around, and he cried for his mother, he given stuffed animals, toys, money instead of affection; anything to make him stop crying. As much as he liked the shiny things, nothing could really replace the touch of a mother - but he learned quickly to stop asking for it.

He went through several nannies, because he was a difficult child. He was manipulative, crying when he did not get his way, and claiming that it was because his parents did not love him. He frequently got into trouble, cheating at school, picking fights with other children, fights that he never won. He only stopped doing so when he was threatened with being sent to a boarding school for troubled boys by his father, whom he was afraid of - and still is.

He shaped up by the time he entered high school, studying hard and maintaining a 4.0 GPA. On the surface, no one would guess that he was well regarded as the school slut. He would spread his legs from anyone, claiming that it gave him a thrill, when in reality he craved the affection. Unfortunately for him, a relationship was never really in the cards. No one viewed him as anything other than a disposable lay who would do anything for a kiss on the cheek or a nice dinner.

He eventually got into university, studying fashion design like his mother, where he maintained his reputation, even going so far as to sleep with a few of his professors - not for grades, but for attention.


 

Onyx

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Ezra King​
Availability: Open
Genre: Supernatural, modern, psychological
Bedroom: ???



Name: Ezra King
Gender: Cisgender male
Age: Passed at age 18
Status: Angelus custos - Guardian angel

Appearance:

"Guardian angels were marked by a single set of black wings, and a tattoo of two primitive eyes across their clavicles. Ezra understood the meaning of the eyes - watching, always watching - but he never quite understood the vast, inky plumage. Cherubim possessed two sets of glistening, golden wings, and eerily long limbs, because they were meant to represent the beauty of heaven; seraphim flew swiftly with three sets of silver wings, and a mask to cover their faces, because they were to only be seen by the eyes of God.

But the onyx wings? The black hands? The swirling length of inky hair? He didn't understand. They made him look like a demon, he thought. The fact that, in his purest form, he possessed three stunningly amber eyes did not help matters, either. Surely this unsettling appearance would frighten humans, rather than comfort them, but it was not Ezra's place to question the work of God.
"

...

He was small, standing at 5'7", and weighed 130 pounds soaking wet. He had a quiet voice, perpetually cracked lips, and blue eyes that were too big for his face. He had asthma, was partially deaf in one ear, and couldn't even grow facial hair. His only saving grace was that he was able to update his appearance based on the times; jet black hair that had previously been cut short to his head now rested just below his chin, and was feathery in both texture and appearance. He had been given a set of modern clothes and shoes to wear, which were currently tucked into a bag in the male locker room. For the sake of his own vanity - because he had seen humans sporting this kind of look, during his many hours spent people-watching, and fancied it - he had fabricated himself a nose piercing.

Since he didn't stand out, he figured he did an all right job, capturing a modern appearance. That didn't change the fact that he was weak, and was also fearful of most adult men, thanks to his uncle. Ezra just reminded himself that he was an angel, an ethereal entity, and he did not have to be afraid of a mortal man - no matter how unhinged he might be.

...

In his semi-mortal form, his wings have been sized down, to the point that he can easily fold them behind his back. Mostly hidden by baggy clothes, but would need to be bound to fit into anything remotely form fitting.

Fears
Oblivion, ophanim, adult human men, crustaceans, dogs.

Will flinch if you so much as twitch your hand in his direction.

Personality
Timid, quiet, but with a quick temper that has been known to get him in trouble. Quite nervous about just existing in the world; as a human mortal he felt vulnerable and weak at all times, something that has changed - if only slightly - now that he has been bestowed with divine powers. This has given him more confidence to speak up for himself, though he backs down quickly, unless something has triggered an anger response in him. When this happens, has been known to get violent. Tries to use humour to cope with things, but usually fails at it.

History
Had a healthy, happy home life; got along well with both of his parents and his older brother. The problems came from his uncle - his mother's brother - who abused him sexually between the ages of eight and twelve. Age twelve was when he got the courage to confide in his parents, who took immediate action in getting his uncle arrested, sentenced, and confined to prison.

Unfortunately, six years later his uncle appealed his sentence, and was able to meet the criteria for early parole. Ezra was stricken with fear, but his parents promised to protect him, and to fight the appeal. It was one evening several months after his uncle's release that Ezra was alone in the house, watching movies in blissful ignorance. Months of careful stalking and planning lead his uncle to him that night, where he raped him one final time before slitting his throat - punishment for speaking when he had promised to never utter a word.

Ezra distinctly remembers watching his uncle shut his eyes, kiss him once on the mouth, and flee the scene. He also remembers watching his parents arrive home an hour later, panicked when he hadn't answered the phone, and seeing the horror on their faces as their worst fears were realized in one agonizing moment. He remembers watching his mother cradle his lifeless body, sobbing, as his blood stained her beautiful sapphire dress; he remembers watching his father shout frantically into the phone, cursing the justice system, cursing his brother-in-law, cursing God.

He remembers being taken to God's realm by Gabriel - archangelos - and receiving his wings. He remembers asking to watch the trial, and being given permission to watch from the scrying pools. He remembers the anger he felt upon learning that his uncle, the coward, had killed himself, instead of returning to prison. He also remembers the fear that he might meet him again, and the comfort he received when he was promised that his uncle would never so much as glimpse the light of God.

Angelic Hierarchy:
Seraphim - the highest order of god, the 'burning ones'
Ophanim - judge, jury, and executioner
Cherubim - the beautiful; protectors of life; the artists

Hashmallim - fists of god
Dynameis - keepers of order, taskmen
Erelim - knights of the cosmos
Archangelos - guardians of the seven realms

Malakhim - plain angels, messengers
Custos - (full: angelus custos) guardian angels


 

Onyx

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Faolan Taranis​
Faolan: scholarly elf prince, necromancer-in-training, pacifist, failure to his family. Loves small animals and strawberries.

Availability: Open!
Genre: High fantasy
Other: I need to get, like, an actual picture of him. One day I'll draw it. I promise.



Eldest son of queen Ailis and king Cinaed, rulers of the kingdom of Rathien.

Reasons why Faolan's parents roll their eyes in exasperation every time they seen him:

- All elves of royal blood have been renowned for their healing magic for thousands of years. Faolan, however, is completely useless at healing magic. He is talented with arcane magic, and to a greater extent, necromany. "It's kind of like healing magic... right?"

- He is very intelligent but a complete and total pacifist and failed at every kind of physical combat training he was ever forced into.

- Much more interested in reading than woman.

- Much more interested in men than in reading.

GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS
Character Name: Faolan Taranis
Gender: Cisgender male
Race: Jungle elf
Age: 22
Birthplace/World: Rathien (world as of yet unnamed)
Occupation: Prince/heir of Rathien throne
More:

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
General Appearance:
Hair - Ginger. Has long, thick, straight hair that reaches his mid back, common among elves.

Eyes - Green, flecks of gold. Dark brown lashes, dark red brows.

Body - Tall (6'4", considered average height for male elves), well built with long/willowy limbs. Light brown skin tone [example], pointed features, freckles. Has skin lighter than most jungle elves, but darker than most of his family, because he ventures outside in the jungle more often than they would like him to.

Fashion/Style - I'm shit at describing fantasy fashion man, watch this space. Lots of jewelry (gold mostly), gauzy fabrics, lots of reds and greens and golds.

Other -

Strengths: These are the thing your character is physically good at doing.
Weaknesses: These are things your character physically WEAK at.
More:

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS
Current Goal/Purpose:
Not to get married off to a woman.
Talents:
Arcane magic, necromancy, learning potion crafting.
Inabilities:
Restoration magic, standing up for himself.
Fears:
Disappointing others, being confined to a loveless marriage with a woman, treants (one stole his trousers as a child)
General Personality:
Faolan is, first and foremost, a miserable people pleaser. He feels his only worth as a person is pleasing others, namely his family. His confidence is mostly an act; though he genuinely boasts about his intelligence, he is extremely insecure about most other things. Quite a vain thing, and would be the first to admit it; when you spend your entire life being told your only good quality is your looks, you tend to become obsessed with them.

Caring and kind, and is likely to treat you like royalty if you pay an ounce of genuine kindness to him. A pacifist and nurturer at heart; likes to take care of others, no matter their race or species. Quite talkative, especially if you get him going on magical history. Focused. A worrier.
Secret:
Still studies and practices necromancy despite being all but forbidden to do so.
Is gay.

More:
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On Rathien:
Culture:
"Rathien, for all of its freedoms, was not a sexually liberated kingdom. Men were to lay with women, and women with men; anything else was considered disgraceful. Relationships were, first and foremost, for reproduction, and same sex couples were not capable of breeding. It only made sense that such unions were unnatural and frowned upon - and there was no way that Cinaed and Ailis Taranis would have their eldest son indulge in such depravity."

When other young elves were showing interest in girls, Faolan was off riding horses and befriending foxes. He had to be encouraged to speak with his female classmates, and was more interested in being their friend than their mate. This did not go unnoticed, and Faolan was soon placed in classes where he was taught and encouraged to woo women, and forcefully reminded what would happen if he didn't.

Rathien is not staunchly religious or spiritual; religion is mostly just taken into account during wedding ceremonies and funerals. Some elves practice old world religion staunchly, but they are the minority.

Climate:
Rathien is nestled deep in a vast jungle. The weather oscillates between humid and rainy and humid and abysmally hot. Rathien elves have darker skin than their colder weather cousins, and clothing - both casual and ceremonial - is crafted of lightweight materials and is quite revealing, for both men and women.

About elves:
Elves in this universe are similar to Tolkien elves in most ways, difference being their ages. They don't live for quite as long as their ancestors, whom used to be immortal. Average lifespan is between 500-1000 years. They age similarly to humans until reaching their late teens/early 20s, in which case aging decreases rapidly. For what reason? idk lol [watch this space]

 
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Onyx

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Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
(I'm getting lazy zzz)



Name
None. He was never given one.
(RP note: should be given one in the story by opposing character.)

Species
Mandragora.
Rare and elusive plantlike humanoids. Long living, thought to be immortal by humans. It is said in folklore that those lucky enough to hear the song of a mandragora will be granted some manner of riches; gold, love, fertility, eternal youth. It varies from culture to culture, city to town. Their numbers are few, being slow to reproduce in the first place, and suffering thanks to hunting and destruction of their homelands.

Humans, dwarves, and elves alike all seek to hunt and capture a mandragora of their own. Greed does not discriminate; it consumes us all.

Age
Unknown. Centuries at least.

Sex
Male. Mandragoras have little sexual dimorphism. They are all slender, ethereally beautiful feyfolk. Female mandragoras do not have breasts, as they do not feed their young. They give birth to seedlings, whom then burrow into the soil for years to grow strong. If removed from the ground before they are ready, they will scream, a wretched sound that supposedly curses whomever hears it.

Appearance
Tall, standing at 6'2", and willowy, with longer fingers and toes, which come to a clawed point. Where a human might have skin, he has olive green foliage, smooth and waxy to the touch like petals. His ears are pointed like an elf's, and copper eyes striking, with narrow pupils and dark sclera that glow in the darkness. His features are delicate, and almost sorrowful in nature.

Anatomically, he is similar to a human male.

Personality
Even if he could speak, it would be difficult to gain insight into his mind. Years of pursuit from greedy hunters has taught him to be wary of any and all who approach him, and to believe nothing that anyone says. Because of this, he can be quite aggressive; while most of his kind is inclined to flee upon confrontation, he will dig his heels in, and fight tooth and nail. He lacks humour, and takes everything to heart. This goes hand-in-hand with his naivety; he knows little about the world outside his glen, and that he does know is the dark and twisted aspects of humanity.

Other
He is mute. Communicates mainly through sign language.
Reasons for mutism will vary depending on story.

Deathly Ballad - Folklore
Being as elusive as they are, most creatures in this world have never seen a mandragora in person. As with all rare creatures, they have become the focus of many fables and centuries of folklore across the seas.

Depending on who you ask, mandragoras can be coveted or reviled. Some villages deep in the woods tell tales of the creatures hiding in the soil, fooling unsuspecting travelers into believing they are turnips or other delicious root vegetables. When they are pulled from the ground, they then unleash a haunting, deafening scream, one that will curse the unfortunate victim forever; other, more sinister tales insist that the shriek can cause instant death.

More commonly, townspeople murmur excitedly about the elusive mandragora, who live deep in the mountain forests, far away from humans. They whisper about the mandragora's song which, if heard by anyone lucky enough to find one, will grant them riches far beyond their wildest dreams.

But what is the reality?

Mandragoras are, indeed, capable of both cursing and blessing other creatures, but it is not so simple. The scream a mandragora child emits when uprooted from the soil is a ghastly sound, one that could potentially deafen an unsuspecting human, but the shriek itself is not a curse, nor would an unlucky farmer keel over dead from the sound of it. Rather, imagine if you were rudely awakened from a comfortable slumber by someone pulling ruthlessly at your hair; surely you, too, would scream! Mandragoras simply have powerful lungs, much more so than your average human.

Being feyfolk, they have a love of song. All mandragoras have lovely, serene voices; a chorus of mandragoras is truly a magical sound. Not every song the creatures sing is a blessing, but they are mystical beings, and are capable of powerful magic.

Despite their plantlike qualities, Mandragoras are carnivorous, and have teeth and claws to match.
 
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High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
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Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.

Onyx

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Lysander Pepin​

Availability: Open
Genre: Modern fantasy, supernatural
Bedroom: Bottom; switch, leaning sub



NAME
Lysander Pépin

NICKNAME(S)
Liz, Peppy

AGE
130

SPECIES
Incubus

APPEARANCE
True Form ::
Lysander's most demonic trait is arguably his cute face. 'You could make angels kill with that face.'
Pointed ears. Reddish brown eyes with black sclerae. Clawed hands and feet; feet have only three toes and have very high arches. Medium sized, dark red, leathery wings. Small reddish horns protruding from his forehead. A long, thin, spade-like tail, which is very sensitive.

Human Glamour ::
Very similar in appearance; same black, medium length hair, longer at the front, same pale skin, same small height and weight. The difference being that he looks fully human, though his irises are still an eerie reddish brown. He wears a pair of stylish square glasses he stole from one of his failed victims a long time ago, because he thinks they're cute.


PERSONALITY
Lysander is not exactly the brightest flame on the pyre. As far as demons go, he is painfully--and not altogether willingly--naive, and has a tendency to make decisions on a whim, rather than follow any sort of logical thought. He is a dreamer, and is used to be spoiled. He blames much of his laissez faire attitude on the fact that his father was a sloth demon.

Despite all this, he isn't necessarily dumb. He knows how to get what he wants, how to get others to spoil him, and isn't afraid of manipulating people accordingly. But his mind is simple, for the most part. As an incubus, he is hardwire to desire sex, to literally derive energy from it, but more than that, Lysander is infatuated with love and romance.

And that is why he fails miserably at his duties.

BIOGRAPHY
Lysander was born a runt, the bastard child of a succubus and a sloth demon.



 
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Onyx

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Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Maximilian Tiberius​
Availability: Open
Genre: High fantasy, steampunk, action/adventure
Bedroom: Verse; prefers to top



Name: Maximilian Sebastian Tiberius (alias. real name unknown.)
Gender: Cisgender male
Age: 28
Occupation: Sky Pirate
Strengths:
A talented marksman
Fast and nimble
Weaknesses:
Possesses little real physical strength
Prone to illness

General Appearance:
Has tawny beige skin that, thanks to his close relationship with the sun and her rays, is always tanned to a rich golden brown. Stunning jade eyes stand out as a sharp contrast. Several pieces of gold jewelry adorn his face, most noticeably his nose and all along his ears. Strong jaw and cheekbones. Hair is a light blond that has been bleached by the sun. Lashes and brows are blond as well.

Due to an accident stunting his growth and preventing him from shapeshifting, Maximilian's wings are comically small for his frame, rendering him unable to fly. His wingspan reaches five feet, around that of a turkey vulture. Large for most birds, perhaps, but not an aevis, especially not one reaching a staggering 6'4" tall. He is a might embarrassed of them, and often tries to keep them hidden by binding them. However, when asked about it, he will claim it is simply to avoid detection by head hunters.

Less fashion savvy than his navigator, Maximilian is proudly practical in his clothing choices--though he does have a fondness for gold and jewels which, considering his occupation and the places he frequents, is quite far from practical, or intelligent.

An ectomorph whose combat strength lies in stealth and nimbleness. His arms bear the bulk of his muscle. He also has precious little body hair.

Fears:
Being tied down - literally and metaphorically speaking.
Physical pain.
Any creature with sets of large, pointy teeth.

Personality:
- Adventurous
- Strong willed
- Greedy
- Flighty
- Takes precious little seriously
- Ambitious
- Excitable
- Smarmy
- Argumentative
- Amiable
- Optimistic
- A natural leader
- Intelligent, but rash
- Shoot first, ask questions later
- Vivacious
- Loves to laugh, easy to please
- Can be quite boisterous
- Crass

WANTED
Tough, smarmy and ambitious, Maximilian considers himself the king of the skies. He is of the rare race 'aevis,' an avian species known for its shape shifting abilities and beautiful feathers, revered by herbalists for their healing powers. However, due to an accident in his youth, Maximilian lost all traces of these abilities, and became earth bound, hence his decision to take to the skies. The only trace of his heritage is that of his eyes, which are a stunning jade. His father was the king's consul and though his family was not born into the noble caste, the king gave them honorary status due to his father's loyal and invaluable service.

After Maximilian's family achieved noble status, his father was intent upon acting the part. He insisted upon marrying Maximilian, his first born son, to a young noble girl, whom he had absolutely no feelings for. Despite desperate protests he was trapped in the arrangement and, feeling smothered, Maximilian ran on the very day of his wedding. Knowing that his father would be looking for him, he stole one of the ships from the imperial army's fleet, having learned how to pilot from his uncle.

Because of Maximilian's actions he is now a wanted man with several bounties on his head. Upon reaching the sky city of Caeli Maximilian sold the imperial fleet and bought his own ship -- the Ulysses.

SKY PIRATES
Though by definition they are pilferers and vagrants, those who have abandoned their castes and thus abandoned any right to be considered citizens, most sky pirates are not the violent, crass and criminal individuals their name might suggest. They devote their lives to adventure and freedom, unwilling to be tied down to any laws. Many sky pirates are philanthropists and are quick to give aid to those who need it, though their reasons behind such benevolence may be ambiguous.



 

Onyx

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High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
Jesse De Laurentis



Overview
Full Name: Jesse Camillo De Laurentis
Age: 22, born February 5th, 1976
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Italian (2nd generation)
Occupation: Bartender at the underground gay bar, 'The Swallow'.

Appearance
Hair: Long, thick, and slightly wavy dark brown hair, reaching the tops of his shoulder blades. Takes very good care of it but likes to style it so it looks like he doesn't.
Eyes: Brown eyes with long, thick eyelashes. When he can get away with it - which, with his lifestyle, is most of the time - likes to wear eyeliner.
Build: A willowy 6'0", tall but quite thin with little muscle to speak of. Heroin chic, minus the heroin.
Style: Jesse is effeminate in both appearance and mannerisms and thrives on it. Even when in public, and forced to adopt an adult persona, he does not change his behaviour. This occasionally poses a threat to him, but Jesse, by choice, is rarely alone. Especially fond of sleeveless shirts, tight jeans and leather jackets - all fashionably torn, of course.
Other: Has several piercings: his tongue, right nipple, and lobe, upper lobe, tragus, anti-helix, helix, inner conch, and industrial on both ears.

Personality
Jesse is, by most standards, not a very good person. He is vain and shallow, and has little qualms about taking advantage of others; he uses his good looks to get money - and protection - out of older men, and doesn't care about the reputation it gives him. He has yet to really internalize the fleetingness of life, and still retains the cockiness of youth, thinking he is invincible.

He never learned empathy, though he doesn't lack it on principle; he is theoretically capable of sympathizing with others, but his own needs always come first. He doesn't care about the sob stories of others. He doesn't care that the old man he sleeps with for cash and cocaine is miserably lonely, having lost all of his family to gambling debt; he makes fun of him all the same once he's milked him dry.

The most important thing to learn about Jesse is to absolutely never take him at face value. He has no troubles lying to get his way, and in fact finds lying fun. He's known to make up entire personas for each person he is seeing. He almost never stays long enough for them to see through the façade.

However, he is not entirely without merit. He is hardworking, sensual, and highly intelligent. With discipline and a decent role model in his life, he might even be capable of growing to become a decent human being. There are some in his scene that swear all he needs is a kick in the ass and a wake-up call, and he'll come crawling back to every single person he has hurt with his lies and beg for forgiveness.

Biography
Jesse is a classic example of what happens when you neglect a child. He was the product of an unwanted pregnancy, child of an unwed teenage mother who wanted nothing to do with him. He was left with his grandparents most of the time, but as abuse is often learned, they treated him just as poorly. He was raised by the television, and the kids down the street - kids who threw rocks at homeless men, pulled the tails of cats, and set fire to dumpsters behind local fast food restaurants. Even though he always tried his best in school based on his own merits, the delinquent life seemed to be made for him.

He ended up dropping out of high school at age 15, and leaving his grandparents' house shortly after, moving in with his friends in a ramshackle basement suite with only one functioning toilet and a leaky ceiling. No matter how bleak it was, he loved it. He loved every second of it. He was free to do whatever he wanted - which ended up being sex, drugs, and getting heavily into the rock and roll scene. It was also during this time that he came to terms with his sexuality, along with his gender presentation; he had always felt more comfortable allowing himself to express his femininity, but with his extremely conservative and verbally abusive family, had never been able to freely express himself. Now, on his own, and quickly submerging himself in underground gay culture, he was finally allowed to be himself, and he reveled in it.

Along with his job at his landlord's bar, 'The Swallow', Jesse also - as he liked to call it - 'semi-professionally' followed several locally popular bands, and often bragged about his conquests. It didn't matter to him that some of these men only slept with him because he was pretty; he was thrilled to be a part of their life at all. He started this when he was still underage, and continues such a habit to this day.

 

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High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.
CIAN HALLORAN


  • Name: Cian (KYEE-ən) Neil Halloran, ne Thomas John Connolly. Changed his name when he moved to England to distance himself from his family.
    Nationality: Irish; possesses a South Dublin accent, watered down from living overseas for so long
    Species: Vampire
    Age: 131; appears in his early 30s
    Height: 6'0"
    Weight: 169 lbs
    Build: Medium frame; wide shoulders, narrow waist, leanly muscled.
    Hair: Straight, dark brown hair. A smattering of silver here and there that he has long since given up colouring.
    Eyes: Hazel.
    Complexion: Very fair and freckled. Has always been pale, but after turning and being incapable of being out in the sun for very long he has gotten downright ghostly.

  • Cian was born Thomas John Connolly in January 1887 to Thomas Sr. and Mary Connolly. He was their eldest son, and was tasked with helping to look after the 9 siblings that followed him. He never minded having a large family, but he was always rather quiet as a boy. He was artistically inclined, picking up the piano at age six, and a pencil from the moment he could first hold one. Unfortunately, as the eldest son he rarely had time to pursue such endeavors; he helped out on the farm and did little else. By all accounts, he lived a traditional life of an Irish boy in his time.

    However, at age 18, once his youngest sibling turned 10, he left his home to pursue art, much to the anger of his parents. He left with a man 15 years his senior, a man whom he would never admit to anyone was his lover. He lived and studied with him for 10 years, and loved him to the moon and back. He became quite a renowned painter in his area of Dublin, specializing in romanticism and portraits. He fully anticipated living out his life that way, but things changed in his third decade. His lover, Patrick, became strange - cold. Cian could not figure out why at first. In fact, it remained a mystery until the eve of his 31st birthday, when Patrick attacked him - revealing that the cause of his strange behaviour was vampirism, and turning him in kind.

    Cian never forgave Patrick. Patrick never forgave himself. It was only a week after the attack that Patrick took his own life, leaving Cian alone, frightened, in a new, foreign body.

    He went into hiding. He stopped producing paintings. Many thought he had died along with Patrick; it was a tragedy that rocked his city, and his estranged family, who tried, for the first time since he left home, to contact him. It took Cian only a year after Patrick's death to leave Ireland in search of a new life.

    He moved from place to place with the funds he had saved up from his successful career as a painter; first England, then Germany, then Canada during the war. It was only due to his 'sickness' that he was able to avoid serving. Eventually, in the 1950s, he moved to America, where he finally started painting again. He sold paintings in relative anonymity under the moniker 'Sidhe' and experimented with modernism which, although he developed a fondness for it, never replaced his adoration of romanticism.

    He has lived in Chicago since 1973, and has lead a quiet and lonely life. He has only had flings, never a long term partner since Patrick died; in fact, the only long term companion he has had is his cat, Quigley, who he, in a fit of loneliness, turned into a vampire.
  • - Has his left ear pierced.
 

Onyx

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High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
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Onyx

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Male, Transgender, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
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On the aggressive side, but I prefer to write with players who are also aggressive.
Favorite Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Genre You DON'T Like
Hard sci-fi I guess. Anything very combat oriented. Less interested in strict modern role-plays with some exceptions.


Deimos Devoro
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Deimos - terror ➻ Devoro - to devour
a story of a man who would never live up to his name

AGE
43 - 'young master'
Human age - 23

RACE
Vampire

GENDER
Cisgender male
Feminine gender presentation but identifies fully as male.

APPEARANCE
Hair ::
Soft strawberry blond curls, forming ringlets in high humidity.

Face ::
Full lips, soft brown eyes set with enviable lashes, thick, strong brows, and a stark pallor true of his race. Enjoys wearing minimal makeup when he can get away with it, which is rarely anywhere but the confines of his own chambers.

Body ::
He is not very fit. As he has been known to starve himself on occasion, not out of any deliberate self harm but rather his distaste for human blood, he is very thin. Borders on gangly. Has an ideal 'catwalk' body type. Prominent collar bones which he is very fond of and preens over in the mirror when no one is watching. Smooth of all body hair, save from a small tuft of neatly trimmed ginger pubic hair.

Other ::
An overall androgynous appearance. Occasionally enjoys dressing and passing as a woman, but rarely has the opportunity to do so.

BIOGRAPHY
Deimos is fair in body and in spirit. Though he is an articulate, educated, capable man, he is also soft in the heart, pulling his purpose from a font of never ending compassion that lives deep inside of him. In short, he is everything a vampire of his status should not be.

(Gentle, creative, eloquent, intelligent, insightful, humble, loyal, empathetic, pacifist, sensitive, insecure, vain, codependent, moody, airy, selfless to a fault.)

He is the eldest and only son of Erebus Devoro, the feared blood lord of the east, and considered a disappointment to all who know him. Despite being trained and educated to be his father's heir, he has no interest in becoming the next blood lord. He does not want to uphold the Devoro's reign of fear over the lands. He is anti-war, anti-slavery, anti-bloodshed.

By this point in his life, his father does all he can to keep him hidden, with the promise of freedom if he is willing to see the error of his ways and start to act like a true Devoro, the first requirement of which is buying his own human slave.