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Name EzrealNickname EzAlias Jarro LightfeatherHeight 5’5” (166cm)Hair Green, long, tied back. Natural hair is blondEyes GoldenBloodtype BHandidness Somewhat ambidextrousOrientation BisexualPersonality Charming, dashing, courageous, witty, seems arrogant and narcissistic, self-confident, sneaky. Despite showing this ego-inflated attitude, Ezreal is a wounded inside individual that uses this confident exterior to cover trauma he wouldn't admit having. He is a very critical individual of the people in the city he grew up in, because he sees his own flaws exaggerated in them. He has a rather evident image problem, dissonant with his exterior self-centered attitude, Ezreal can’t stand looking at his reflection in a mirror.Abilities Lockpicking, evading security, sneaking around, epic prank star, complete disregard for the rules,Family Mother and Father, both missing. UncleOccupation Adventurer, Tomb Raider,  Idol (rp specific)Supernatural rp Abilities     Mage Physiology: Ezreal was naturally born with inherent magical abilities that could grow with proper training and control. Ezreal's abilities however are largely underdeveloped due to having relied on his  gauntlet as a 'shortcut' to accessing his magical abilities. He could use magic without the gauntlet to some extent, but it would quickly become a burden. Arcane Energy Blasts: Ezreal's innate magical abilities allow him to fire off arcane energy as small blasts. When Ezreal channels his innate arcane energy, the light-blue markings on his face glow brighter as a signal of his inherent magic. Left Gauntlet of Ne'Zuk: Ezreal wields the Left Gauntlet of Ne'Zuk, an ancient weapon designed for an Ascended that is capable of granting Ezreal the ability to teleport short distances instantaneously. Though it's unclear how much control and how far he can teleport, Ezreal has jumped as far as a hundred yards. Along with that, the gauntlet activates and empowers Ezreal's own latent magical abilities, allowing him to fire even larger blasts of arcane energy. High Intelligence: Since childhood, Ezreal showed great talent in learning all knowledge presented to him, as he easily absorbs information like a sponge. Being raised by his uncle Professor Lymere, Ezreal has been thoroughly educated in many subjects such as ancient Runeterran history, advanced cartography and even hextech mechanics.    * Exploration Mastery: Ezreal is nearly an expert in adventuring and exploration, having experienced many life-threatening events while traversing dangerous locations in pursuit of fame and glory. Ezreal utilizes his intense knowledge in tandem with his skills in adventuring, capable of surveying traps within dangerous tombs, being capable of deciphering several ancient languages and even being able to understand the rich histories of the ancient places he explores. Flexible character, mainly motivated by finding lost family. Can easily fit into most verses, themesBackstory (short): A rowdy problem child born into a wealthy family with a sense of adventure. After his parents went missing on one of their expeditions, he abandoned university and went searching for them, tomb raiding and adventuring in the process until he found the gauntlet of Shurima, which gifted him the powers to blast enemies and teleport on a whim.After escaping the tomb, he made it his goal to become the greatest adventurer in the world, hoping that if he became famous enough, his parents would find their way back to him.Alt Idol Verse: After a near death experience in searching for his lost parents, he happened to be scouted by a talent agency and had the idea to make a true name for himself. If he became famous enough, surely his parents would be able to find him eventually, right?Backstory (long): Born and raised in a wealthy neighborhood of  Piltover, Ezreal was always a curious child. His parents were renowned archaeologists, so he became used to their long absences from the family home, often fantasizing about joining them on their travels. He loved hearing tales of high adventure, and shared their desire to fill in the blank spaces on every map.He was often left in the care of his uncle, the esteemed Professor Lymere. The professor did not enjoy having to wrangle such a rash and unruly child, and assigned the strictest tutors to teach him subjects including advanced cartography, hextech mechanics, and the ancient histories of  Runeterra. But the boy had a knack for simply absorbing information, and found studying a waste of time. He passed assessments easily, with little or no preparation, infuriating his uncle and giving himself more time to roam the university grounds. Ezreal took great pleasure in evading the campus wardens, navigating the tunnels beneath the lecture halls as easily as the library rooftops. He even practiced lockpicking, sneaking into his teachers’ offices and rearranging their belongings for his own amusement.Whenever Ezreal’s parents returned to Piltover, his father in particular would tell him all they had seen, and their plans for future expeditions—none more ambitious and secretive than the search for the lost tomb of Ne’Zuk, a Shuriman tyrant who was said to be able to jump instantly from one place to another. If Ezreal’s father could learn whatever sorcery Ne’Zuk had possessed, he joked that wherever he was traveling, he would simply drop into Piltover for dinner with his son each night.As the boy grew older, the time between his parents’ visits grew longer until, one year, they did not return at all. Professor Lymere tearfully admitted that they had most likely perished, somewhere out in the desert.But Ezreal could not accept that. They had been too careful in their preparations. They must still be out there, somewhere…Abandoning his reluctant studies, the budding explorer would strike out on his own. He knew, if he was ever to find his mother and father, he had to start with the final resting place of Ne’Zuk. He spent weeks secretly gathering supplies from the university—celestial diagrams, translations of runic sigils, guides on the burial rites of Shurima, and a pair of protective goggles. Leaving a note of farewell for his uncle, he snuck onto a supply ship bound for Nashramae.Following his mother’s meticulous field notes, he crossed the Great Sai with merchant caravans heading south. For many months, he delved into cavernous ruins beneath the shifting sands, relishing the freedom of the unknown, facing unspeakable horrors that guarded hidden chambers. With each step, Ezreal imagined himself following his parents’ path, drawing ever closer to solving the mystery of their disappearance.Finally, he managed what they evidently had not. Beneath the newer mausoleum of some unnamed emperor, he uncovered the tomb of Ne’Zuk.The great sarcophagus lay empty, save for a gleaming bronze gauntlet, with a bright, crystalline matrix at its center. As soon as Ezreal laid his hands upon it, the tomb itself seemed to turn upon him, with cunningly wrought traps and wards laid down thousands of years ago. With scarcely a thought, he donned the gauntlet and blasted his way through, even teleporting the last hundred yards back to the hidden entrance before the whole structure collapsed in a plume of sand and masonry dust.Breathing hard, Ezreal looked down at the gauntlet as it hummed along with his heartbeat. He could feel it siphoning and amplifying his own essence. This, he realized, was a fearsome weapon of a previous age. A weapon fit for a god-warrior of Shurima, and the perfect tool for an explorer.Soon after returning to Piltover, Ezreal found himself bounding from adventure to adventure. From lost cities to mystical temples, his nose for treasure-seeking led him to places most university professors could only read about on maps, and his reputation began to grow. Naturally, to Ezreal’s mind, these tales rarely conveyed the true scope and scale of his exploits… but they did give him an idea. If he could make a name for himself as the greatest adventurer in the world, then his parents would surely return, and seek him out in person.From the untamed borders of  Noxus and Demacia, to the seedy depths of  Zaun, and the frozen wilderness of the  Freljord—Ezreal chases fame and glory, uncovering long-lost artifacts and solving the riddles of history. While some may dispute the details of his anecdotes, or call his methods into question, he never answers his critics.After all, they’re clearly just jealous

This has has been long overdue, but after certain circumstances and concerns, I've decided it necessary to set rules for this page. Failure to follow these rules, will result in being blocked. From this point forward, this will be a positive zone free of toxicity. If you feel roleplaying with me is not the best fit for you, then feel free to leave.  1. The Big One: There will be no derogatory, or spiteful behavior. This includes, but not limited to any type of racial, sexual, or derogatory slurs. 2. Do not purposely mispell words, or use incorrect grammar to start nonsense. I'm not asking for 100% literacy, since casual and fun writing are perfectly ok with me. Though, don't do this on purpose.3. No cat-calling, pet names, toilet talk,  or anything one with common sense knows that would be considered disrespectful.4. I will never rush anyone for replies, so I expect the same in return. Sending a message to remind me of those I haven't replied to yet is absolutely fine, but do not harrass me for a reply, or start drama in status streams to try and provoke me into replying to you faster. This site is not my job, nor am I getting paid for it, so I won't tolerate any bs as if I were. 5. Romance is allowed, but there must be chemistry between characters, and a story leading up to it.   6. Communication is key! Naturally, I will follow my own rules, but I expect any issues or concerns to be discussed as adults.  If I see or even smell childish, passive-aggressive behavior, I'll confront you about it once; and the next time you will be blocked. 7. To add on to the previous rule, characters and muse must be 18 or older. 8. While I'm pretty open to discuss a variety of interests, absolutely no pet kinks, extremely offensive themes, or anything that would violate rule #1.  9. Random starters are ok, but if there is any doubt discuss with me first.10. Feel free to message me, if I need to clarify any concerns or questions. I'm always open to discuss. Other then that, let's have fun and write!    

Name: Blair Age: UnknownPower: Spell casterLoves: Sweets, cute things, flowersHates: Bitter things, coffee, vegtables Blair is know to be a traveling witch seeking only rare and powerful items. No one knows how strong she is since she would rather not fight in any situation. She has a very carefree personality...being immortal gives her plenty of time to relax and do what she wants. 

You add you talk I add I talk No one liners pleaseNo comments either I prefer messageslets just have fun!

Name: ThomasAge:500Sex:MaleSexuality:Bi-sexualSpecies:Vampire/necromancerpersonality: Appears tough in front of his group but is actually a really big softie who can be very kind and affectionate, and protectiveOccupation: Vampire leaderLikes:Dogs, Smoking, blood, reading, and trainingDislikes: Witches, Garlic, and silverBioThomas had grown up in a vampire community where they lived in a very large estate on a property with multiple houses his father was the head vampire for a few hundred years before a hunter managed to get a hold of their estate and executed hundreds on the property, his father included. He managed to help kill the hunters with help and took over as head of the estate.

  Name: Silv Age:20 Sex:Female Sexuality:Pansexual Species:Vampire/Witch   personality: Timid,Shy,sweet,gentle,caring, and a bit childish   Occupation: Mafia mercenary  Likes: Stuffed animals, sweets, cartoons, reading, magic, stronger people, and vodka Dislikes: Yelling, bitter foods, cranberry juice, and spiders   Bio   Silv was born into a family who was poor and owed the mafia alot of money, She grew up trying to fight to survive at school as she was often picked on for not having new clothes or a phone well into her teen years. She was still sweet and kind through it all, but one night her father was begging the mafia for more money while owing well over ten thousand they agreed if in return they would hand over their daughter. The father agreed and Silv started her life with the mafia getting better clothes and other items as long as she agreed to work for them so she trained to become a fighter (Warning little space/pet play)

⸻　　𓆰 　𓈒 　⠀𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 　!　　 ›⠀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍　⠀:　⠀2,000+ , archangel , element of light.▌　scioned by lucifer , he was created to inherit the power & duties of the supreme primarch in the event of his unforeseen failure.⠀⠀⠀once led solely by vengeance & bitterness given his perceived lack of purpose ― in a world where existence is justified by utility ― he now carries the hopes of the sky realm upon his shoulders 。 ⸻　　𓆰 　𓈒 　⠀etc 　.　　 ›＊⠀⠀coffee　⠀:　⠀this has become almost comically integral to his character. he administers a coffee shop aboard the grandcypher & rarely manages to hold a conversation with anyone where it isn't involved. this is due to lucifer's influence , as he was the one to introduce the beverage to him. in a later event , he connects to an old widow whose husband once brewed coffee for her. ☕＊⠀⠀airsickness　⠀:　⠀this is despite having several pairs of wings. he is prone to this form of sickness when flying with anything but his own wings.＊⠀⠀sentiment　⠀:　⠀his heart is more comparable to a human's than those of other primal beasts. this is especially true when compared to lucifer. between the pair , he is considerably more expressive & straightforward with his emotions ; divulging his insecurities , his transgressions & arguably his affections in a manner better ascertainable by mortals. however , as a primal , he still perceives & treats emotions differently than humans. ⸻　　𓆰 　𓈒 　⠀guidelines 　.　　 ›＊⠀⠀writer　⠀:　⠀27 , genderfluid ( he / they. ) asexual 。 not immensely talkative , but not unfriendly either. very private. discord may be available upon request , but only to dedicated writing partners or trustworthy individuals.＊⠀⠀portrayal　⠀:　⠀generally canon ― based with occasional headcanons & inspirations derived from various sources. please be aware that this character & their development is heavily rooted in judaism.＊⠀⠀writing.　⠀:　⠀as an adult with responsibilities , which includes a full ― time job , activity may be sporadic in accordance to my own priorities & time ― management. please be patient. writing is my hobby , not an obligation. general writing preferences lean into banter or spontaneous interactions , with longer storylines typically resulting in multiple paragraphs without treading into novella territory. while i don't prefer discussions myself , i do not mind them. this doubles for crossovers or OCs who do not have a solid foundation in a canon verse ( which will likely be the bulk of my writing partners. )＊⠀⠀drama.　⠀:　⠀i do not tolerate instigators. everyone needs to vent , but this hardly constitutes as creating baseless drama. with no intention to sound cruel , i do not want any part in your ongoing conflicts with other people on this site. acknowledge & shed light onto problematic behaviour as you see fit while understanding that there is a vast difference between " drama " & danger.＊⠀⠀shipping.　⠀:　⠀at this time , this account will be considered multi ― ship. this is for the freedom & enjoyment of exploring multiple dynamics. however , shipping only becomes applicable with written development & chemistry. please be aware　:　sandalphon does have an ( arguably ) canonical lover in the form of lucifer , who is his " one & only " per his own words. as this is significant to his character , i do intend to approach shipping opportunities while bearing this in mind. as such , ships will generally be treated independently of the canon to maintain the significance & complexity of his & lucifer's relationship.＊⠀⠀DNI.　⠀:　⠀if you commit or endorse abusive / racist / homophobic / otherwise immoral behaviour. + if you are the type to shoehorn politics into your writing. + resource sites / RPGs. + MCRP accounts.

A few plot ideas or themes I am looking for the most.The stories I enjoy the most typically involve something along the lines of a DM controlled story where my characters must react to evolving situations typically involving them being hunted down in some way or in a world where they are prime targets. The other parnter would play as some sort of DM controlling the flow of the story and typically other characters or monsters looking to capture my characters, and inevitably succeeding in the end. Such stories could include a fantasy world were humanoid races are the lesser species always being hunted down to be enslaved or a modern story with some sort of virus causing men to go mad with a specific desire for women.

Name: Gunvolt KaminariHero Name: Azure StrikerAge: 28Quirk: Azure LightningHeight: 5’11”Weight: 150 lbsGunvolt, GV, or Geeves as his family often nicknames him is a Pro Hero who had graduated from UA. He is the Older Brother of Denki Kaminari, though Denki often doesnt talk about him. Gunvolt is quite stern with his little brother. Especially on the way he views women. Often scolding him if found out. His quirk is quite impressive. Rather than Yellow lightning like his little brother, Gunvolts lightning is a bluish color. And unlike Denki, his lightning doesnt fry his brain if overclocking his quirk. In fact, his intelligence seems to heighten the stronger he goes. He is quite a flashy hero. Able to fine tune his lightning on his back to make it look like he can sprout Azure colored angel wings, even dropping blue feathers that could be a trap for a foe or be a keepsake for his fans. He carries around a specially made pistol called the Needler. Rather than bullets it fires, its more or less a semi automatic nail gun. Yes, rather than bullets, this gun fires very large nails, and when Gunvolt uses a Lightning Barrier, should he have tagged any of his foes with the nails, the Barrier around him will attract to the nails and fry his foes from the inside with massive bolts of lightning. Though he has never killed a villain hes gone up against. Other skills he has with this quirk is turning his body into electricity and able to flow through electrical wires and power outlets to get to places faster. To many foes, they think he Teleported to where he is. But instead, he just came in through the buildings electrical wiring. He has a few special attacks, such as Voltaic Chain where he fills an area with azure blue chains of Lightning and should a foe try to break through for an escape, they get blasted with lightning. He also has Astrasphere. He forms a huge orb of lightning which strikes all foes around him. His Ultimate attack is called Luxcalibur. He forms azure blue lightning around his Needler pistol and makes a gigantic double edged sword to swng and strike at foes with a razor sharp blade that can cleave a mountain in half. There are many heroes that are feared, but one that people truly worry about since All Mights retirement is the Azure Striker.

Hello here are my rules i hope you fallow them  i thank you so much for taking the time and reading them 1. romance role plays and smut is welcome and ero 2. i dont do horror or gore so that is out of the question 3. i welcome everyone as my friends so your welcome to be my friend if you fallow these rules 4. i dont allow numbers so if you treat me like a number i wont allow it i wont treat others like a number either so your safe on that 5. no pree made staters i wont allow that to happen i like fresh new starters if you do send me a pree made starter i will ignore it and yourself 6. i wont allow trolls or bullies on my friends list so please respect that as well and respect others other then that i am one chill chicka7. i wont add grammar or pucuations if you dont like that you can leave out the front door i am role playing for fun and to help me with stress you causing me stress about pucuations will pissed me off no matter what... so dont think i will bend over backwards for you i am way to stuborn being a aries that i am i wont do it for anyone not even my rl bf not you 8. i am bixsexural in real life and in role play so dont worry ladies i will give you extra lovings just liek as i would with a man ;) so dont worry chickas i will love you just as i love the men i love everyone for who you are no matter what you are i wont juge you also no discord.. i dont have it or kik if you want to reach me i will give you my cell number no calling me only texting if you do call me i will ignore you understand.... good now then ... i hope you fallow these rules... and respect them comment below your favorite animal or food or both its up to you ... if i see you write accpet or understood then i know you didnt read my rules fully and fully read them and that you clearly do not respect me as well have a lovly day xoxo Heather 

Verses: devil may cry, berserk, Naruto, dragon ball series, resident evil, overlord, reincarnated as a slime, old/modern fantasy, Cyberpunk era. (Tho these are the ones my oc is mainly attach to, she can fit in almost any verse)genres: fighting, adventure, slice of life, horror, Mystery, supernatural, probably more. limited genre: romance & erotic. usually my oc is fully meant for fighting and death but romance and erotic is open for discussion as long as it fits the plot tho mostly it will be to benifit her. Otherwise i have no interest in dating or trying to date aside with my current lover.Sub-plot ideas:Tyrant (join her or fight against her)Dark Nun (journey to her village she craft into being her personal cult)Zombie outbreak (an outbreak in a city of a village that she starts)Slice of life (enjoy a day with a tyrant on vacation, leanring how evil she is and why she's evil. You also have to pay for all her expenses) 

* DISCLAIMER: This drabble entirely relies on headcanons and my own imagination. It's my personal take on Vox's life before his death. Forr clarity's sake, he will be referred to as Maxwell. It takes place in Manhattan in the 1950s.CW for: gruesome depiction of deathMaxwell van Haren had it all: fame, money, and charisma in abundance. All the things needed to live a comfortable life. Granted, having such an important name attached to him opened any door he wanted, but where was the fun in that? Maxwell's ambitions went beyond resting comfortably on a secured job in his father's company. No, he wanted to reach the masses ⸻ he wanted to become the voice of the people.He wanted change. His beliefs ought to become the popular opinion.His moxie and energetic personality drew the attention of many. There was never a dull moment whenever he appeared on the TV screen, leaving just about anyone in the dust. Just about anyone, except for one.James' existence was a pain in Maxwell's neck. A charming man whose mere presence brightened the room, authentically so, contrary to Maxwell's convincing act. He got the attention Maxwell refused to share, the admiring gazes that should be set on him and only him. The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing the position he worked so hard for being snatched away by James.But why? What was wrong with him? What did this a**hole have that Maxwell did not? He couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried to wrap his head around it. It was then that he decided to take things into his own hands.Heels clicked against the linoleum floor at a hasty, furious pace. In the dead of the night, where only a few souls were left in the studio, Maxwell sought out James to confront him. James was preparing to leave, surprised by how upset his colleague looked. There was nothing but animosity in those mismatched eyes."Max?""Who the hell do you think you are?!"". . . What do you even mean?"James was visibly confused and mildly startled by the sudden outburst."You know damn well what I mean! That job was supposed to be mine!"Maxwell, getting caught up in his own feelings, was showing the ugly side of himself he always so convincingly hid behind that award-winning smile. For the first time, James was witness to the monster festering within Maxwell. It was a monster so terribly greedy, self-absorbed, and unpredictably choleric.. . . How unsightly."Well, I'm sorry your daddy's money didn't get you what you want this time. The producers chose me, and that's that. I get that you're upset, but⸻""Shut up.""It's not my fault, Max!""SHUT THE 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 UP!"The remark about relying on his father's money didn't sit right with Maxwell. He worked. He worked so hard for his fame. What does he even know? Hell, James didn't even look at him anymore, turning his back on Maxwell as he resumed packing his things to head home. He didn't seem to take his tantrum seriously, and it was exactly that which caused his anger to boil over.Grabbing a nearby cord, it was as tough Maxwell's body moved on its own. He didn't think, he hardly processed what was going on, he merely had his eyes on the source of all his ire. Before James could even react, Maxell wrapped the cord around his neck, letting all of his anger and frustration out on him.James struggled, but it proved to be a fruitless endeavor. He fought and tried to free himself, yet his efforts drained him of strength. He could not breathe, he could not scream for help. It was torturous, yet Maxwell remained unrelenting. He didn't stop strangling him until James finally went limp, his legs giving in as he collapsed. Maxwell let go of the cord, staring at the lifeless body at his feet.It took a moment to settle in. But even then, there was no remorse. No, he deserved it, he told himself. He shouldn't have taken his job. He shouldn't have insulted him. His actions were justified. - - - The body of an unidentified man has been found in the Hudson River. Authorities suspect it to be the missing TV host James Anderson . . .The static of the radio crackled softly as the host spoke. It was quiet inside the bar this late at night. Maxwell took a sip from his whiskey, letting out a soft sigh at the pleasant sensation that tickled his throat just right."Another celebrity, huh? They keep droppin' like flies lately," the bartender commented as he glanced at the radio. Maxwell emptied his glass with a generous swig before placing it on the counter."It's such a shame, he was still young. Now he's leaving his wife and kids behind.""Cities can be scary. You never know who you're dealing with." The bartender's eyes peered over to Maxwell. "Congrats on your new job, though. Another?""Thanks. Yes, please."As the bartender turned to fix him another drink, Maxwell couldn't help but smirk. It was an incredibly empowering feeling to get away with just about anything ⸻ yes, even murder. The first one to witness the horrors behind that handsome face took the secret to his watery grave.Sorry, James. But I really wanted this job.  - - - Days passed since James Anderson's death.Life returned to its ordinary routine, or at least it did for Maxwell. He attended the funeral, expressed his most (in)sincere condolences to James' family, and moved on without a shred of remorse. No one suspected a thing, and he couldn't even begin to describe how thrilling of a feeling it was. No cost was too great for the fame and attention he desperately craved.The days turned into weeks. The case had gone cold.He conquered television with his award-winning smile and charm, and the stolen position became a throne upon which he sat arrogantly, akin to a king looking down on peasants. Was it earned? In his deluded mind, absolutely. But the way he carried on so carefreely started to cast shadows of doubt.". . . Look at him, reveling in his success.""He sure seems to enjoy it.""Looking down on us like we're not even worthy of his presence. That 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 prick."The words spoken were laced with poison and perhaps even a little bit of envy. The people flocked to Maxwell, but Paul did not. He didn't trust that smile, the gentlemanly act he always put on. But what irritated him more than any of that was that nobody else seemed to see through it. That slimy bastard always knew how to slither his way into the hearts of others."He's a van Haren. Of course he gets what he wants." Paul's colleague shrugged, dismissive of the matter. But that explanation wasn't enough to sway Paul.". . . Don't you think it aligns a little too perfectly? I remember Maxwell being pissed about not getting the job. Then James dies, and he gets what he wanted. It's just a little . . . too coincidental, don't you think so?""You're saying Max lynched him? That's some serious 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 to accuse someone of." A brow arched. Paul tried to probe carefully, but perhaps he shouldn't have."I'm not. I'm just saying it's quite the coincidence.""Maybe. Just be careful when you go around saying stuff like that."No luck. Without any evidence to back up his claims, no one would side with Paul.. . . Maybe he had to resort to other methods.  - - - "Hey, Luke. You awake?""Hrmh . . ."The grumbling told him no. Maxwell merely smiled at the sight of Luke struggling to wake up, so he didn't pursue it. He leaned down, placing a kiss on his cheek."I'll come meet you at the tree after work. Wait for me there."Luke gave a weak nod, getting cozy again. He was quick to drift off back to sleep, and Maxwell let him. The blond man in his bed looked angelic, so innocent. He challenged everything Maxwell thought to believe, making him realize that a man could love another man the same way he could love a woman.Maxwell kept his private life and career strictly separated ⸻ if anyone caught wind of their love affair, he could lose everything he worked for so hard. Their meetings only happened in secrecy. They would spend the night together and then feign ignorance the next day, rinse and repeat. They wouldn't understand their love, even when it was genuine.Part of him was reluctant to leave Luke even when they would reunite later.  - - - It was late. After another successful evening live on TV, Maxwell was preparing to head to his next destination: the oak tree he and Luke would meet at every night. Just as he intended to leave, he ran into Paul. Maxwell, none the wiser of his intentions, merely lifted a hand briefly as a form of greeting."Oh, Paul. Good job today. See you tomorrow."". . . I don't need your shallow praise.""Come again?"Paul didn't mean to say it out loud. His frustration with Maxwell was at a boiling point. Always trying to one-up him, always looking down on him. Paul had enough."Acting all high and mighty like you own this place. You know damn well you'd never be in this position with James still in the picture."Maxwell's mismatched eyes narrowed at the words spat at him. But only for a moment before he scoffed, shaking his head slowly."What are you trying to imply, Paul? He's dead, get over it!"Not once did Maxwell express sympathy. Not once did he actually care. He was ambitious in his pursuit of success, even if it meant stepping over others."Do you even hear yourself?!" Paul was getting too invested in this to quit now. "You act so sympathetic towards others, but you actually don't even give a sh*t. No, you're happy James is dead, aren't you?""This is getting ridiculous. Goodnight."Maxwell was ready to leave, yet Paul did not budge. He had no intentions of letting him go until he heard what he wanted to hear from him."Out of my damn way, Paul⸻""You murdered him, didn't you?""Do you even hear yourself?!""I've watched you for a while. You couldn't be happier that he's gone. He had what you wanted, of course he had to disappear. You couldn't handle the fact that he's better than you! Better in everything!""Don't you 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 talk to me like this, 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲. Who do you think you are?!"There it was again, that unsightly temper Maxwell always tried to hide from the public. It reared its ugly head once more, and to Paul, it was akin to a confession."You're pathetic, Maxwell. Your name doesn't mean 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. But I do wonder what your daddy will think if he catches wind of your affair?"Maxwell froze in place, his eyes wide. That reaction alone earned a pleased grin from Paul."Yeah, I saw you with that blond guy the other night. What would the people think if they knew you're actually one of those sick faggots? Your career would be over!"Something within Maxwell snapped. His body moved on its own as he grabbed Paul by the collar, and a struggle ensued. In the chaos of their fight, Maxwell stumbled backward; in his attempt not to fall over, his hand reflexively grabbed a frayed wire protruding from a faulty electrical panel. A sudden jolt of electricity surged through every fiber of Maxwell's being, and his body was sent crashing to the floor. His limbs were convulsing. The impact with the nearby stack of electrical appliances threatened to fall over. Horror was etched into Paul's face as the heavy TV fell on Maxwell's head. He died instantly."N-no . . . no, 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 . . .!"Paul swallowed thickly. In the silence of the room, he could hear his heart drumming rapidly in his ears. His mind began spinning with panic and fear as the fatal consequences of their fight seemed to finally hit him.Maxwell never believed in karma. At least not until that day.  - - - We just received the confirmation of the sudden death of the TV host Maxwell van Haren. The police are currently still investigating. Van Haren was thirty-five at the time of his death . . ."How tragic. He was still so young!""All that talent gone to waste. His family must be in so much grief . . ."To the public eye, Maxwell had always been a saint. A philanthropist, a man of the people. Even when the closed casket was lowered into the ground, no one knew of the horrors behind that once handsome face.Blissfully unaware, all but one of them.    

PLEASE NOTE I AM ONLY STRAIGHT I AM ONLY INTERESTED IN MALES ONLY!!!!!!!this is the types of the plots i like to do i dont like everyone asking me what plot should we do so i make a list about the plots ideas that we can do you can choose from 1-41 but you only can choose one but it doesnt mean we cant try others later but just note i do like long term story i dont like short term because i want to keep the story going so i dont want to keep changing it all the time okay 1/ male Boss and i am Employee2/ The Seductive Stranger male and i am just human female who is shy3/ male Massage Therapist and i am your client4/ male The Professor and i am Student5/ Masquerade ball that can lead to passion , lust , dangerous , desire , anything6/ Drug / Alcohol Use scene7/ threesome or gangbang with males only no females is not allowed i am only female that can be in it8/ Double Penetration males only with me9/ Private Roleplay10/ Roleplay Perspective - Third Person11/ Multiple Characters12/ instant Hookups or one night stand13/ friends with benefits14/ Fantasy15/ drama with bad ends , kidnapping ( no rape)16/ Dating17/ Nightclubs / Bars meet up18/ Multiple Partners/ love triangles19/ Military Themes20/ Romance21/ Scenes Shower/Bath/any scenes22/ males being dominant character and i will only be submissive character which ends to dom/sub play with BDSM and rougher but no rape please23/ pregnancy depends on who am i with and how the story goes24/ love triangles relationship25/ cheating26/ desire , lust , passionately , roughly , harder , deeper , hardcore and dangerous friendships or relationships or roleplays27/ affairs28/ One-night stand: It wasn’t an accident.29/ Repeated sex affairs30/ Romantic love affair31/ Lustful affair32/ Relationship argument33/ Betrayal relationships34/ male royal bodyguard , male royal prince/king , male royal teacher and i will be a princess or a queen35/ male vampire , male werewolf , male hybird , male dhampir , male human/male half human , male wizard and i will be all of them since it is my character36/ male knight and i will be the princess or the queen37/ blackmail and threats roleplays relationship38/ male ex bf, male ex husband and i will be the ex gf or ex wife39/ male mafia and i will be just normal of my character40/ Draco x Hermoine - any plot at any time with any twist with desire , lust , passionately , roughly , harder , deeper , hardcore and dangerous and love triangles41/ Game of Thrones but only with john snow , Robb Stark or Prince Daemon Targaryenmy name is maggiedarkness or maggie williams but i go by eve black on here 

Eyes of Red (Trigger, Rage) I stared in what could be a mirror, but in reality, I stared into the mistake a man-made with my DNA. To this day when I do look into a true mirror, my eyes instead of being brown like most dark-skinned males, my eyes are now a icy blue color. This remains true to this day. I was cloned. The clone was brought out to challenge me, it took the darkness that was within me and weaponized it against my friends, and soon enough myself. The explosion in outer space that caught him but sparred me, somehow made him stronger instead of hurting him, or killing him, somehow he was impossible to defeat when before I was stronger, faster, better. Was he holding back? Now we stood with my revived friend, which by the way, was a sad fate to be 11 and near 14 in Nick's and Ryan's case, to know the pain of death is so young, and such a painful way. They with the rest of them stand against my clone, sadly, no matter what, there could be 100 of us, he was still more powerful. That damned training I did only was buying us time until we were all killed, and those two again. I had almost all but submitted to my fate, myself, only being 13 as well. But that damned princess, she mocked me so. But, looking back, that was her way of motivating me to be a better man, her future husband. A 14-year-old wouldn't know the best way, but it was her way. Shadow, my clone, seeing this nearly killed her first. Seeing her on the ground, not sure she'd live, something snapped. Living, dying, myself, nothing mattered. I was just fueled with rage, just like that one time when I was 7. I could feel the difference in the power, but the feeling was the same. I was too mad to care, but I was in far more control of it. This day the eyes of rage were born and so was my fighting spirit. Save her, that was all that mattered, that was all I needed."I promise you, I'll get you home," I said to her unconscious body. "All of you, I'll get you home."