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Name: Seras ElysiumNicknames/Titles: The Oracle, Divine One, The Light of the GodsAge: Physically appears 18, is over 500+Race: Half Demi-God | Half AngelGender: Male - Femboy - OmegaHeight: 5'7 Weight: 134 lbs.Eyes: Light blue blended with gold.Hair: Very long, flowing, slightly golden, blond. Voice: Warm, light, friendly. S/O: Gay, submissive. Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Oracle of the Divine Will | Spiritual LeaderScars: None. Piercings: Ears, naval. Tattoos/Birthmarks: Yes, he was born with golden, fire hued birthmarks that span across his body, primarily his leg, waist and chest. The back of his hands bear similarly colored star-like marks.Weapon of Choice: His holy/light magic is his go to, however he is adept with his spear, which doubles as a magic staff to amplify his spells. Outfit/Clothes: See image, dresses in white and gold, usually fairly revealing attire. Figure: Slim, feminine with wide hips. Turn Ons: He absolutely loves when his partner gets rough and manhandles him, grabbing his hair, sitting on his lover’s lap and being presented like some prize, the feel of his lover’s hands on his body.~Likes: Basking out in the sun on his balcony, the scent of rain, light rainfall with a soft mist, exploring old ruins, strawberries and cream are his favorite treats.Dislikes: Greatly dislikes anything bitter, Powers: I won’t list every little thing, there’s far too wide a range of light and holy magic. Besides, it’ll be more interesting to explore what he can do in an rp, no? Personality: Seras is a warm and caring individual, he enjoys helping others and offering them guidance as needed. The natural trusting air that surrounds him and overall friendly demeanor makes it easy for him to get along with others. Or well, perhaps fool, is more accurate. While he genuinely has a good heart, most of the time, he hides a rather devious and depraved side of himself, a cunning mind and lustful heart. He feigns ignorance to his flirtatious habits, playing it off as pure innocence and he plays the part extremely well. In reality, Seras longs to give into sin, to be free to explore his desires, free of his figurative golden shackles. However, he doesn’t want to give in without the proper circumstances, he desires to be corrupted slowly, seductively. He has played this act so well in fact, over the years, this part of him has been buried deep down, waiting to be uncovered. He’s begun to believe his own lies, that he’s just an innocent little Oracle set about the world to help others. Bio: Seras was a very special and treasured being from the moment of his birth, a rare union between a Demi-God and an Archangel, the prophesied being of great power and importance. He was a beautiful, envied creature, the epitome of perfected virtue. He was raised, coddled by his society, the people worshiping him as though he were their very life line. This he grew to rather enjoy, even if it came with its hindrances. The main one being that he must remain pure, untouched, the image of innocence and nothing less. He is not permitted to indulge in sin of any kind, lest he wish to lose his comfortable and luxurious life. Though, that’s what he’s been told, in reality, should one be capable of corrupting him they would gain a powerful weapon at their disposal. Pets: He has a favorite steed, CloudDancer.House/Residence: He lives in a very large and luxurious villa. Theme Songs:[WIP]

  The power dynamic between the two had a vast and great difference. Vaggie protected the hotel with her heart - intending on others not to intrude when there was danger. Everyone in the hotel were the ones she loved; knowing she wanted to be their 'armor' so to speak.Alastor on the other hand... well, he entered the hotel only wishing for entertainment. He wished to rejoice in sinners failure regarding their attempt at redemption. Oh - he loved the sounds they would make. Still, it helped that he had intentions to get himself out of his deal, but the failure in everyone else certainly helped raise his spirits!His humming could be heard throughout the entirety of the hotel as he walked through it, alongside the music from his radio staff. The hotel was bustling with demons, and Charlie was running around like... she had new plans. Alastor made no comments but regarded her with a raised eyebrow as she gave him an affectionate wave before barreling in the other direction.Husk was manning the bar as usual, Niffty was chasing bugs around, and he noticed Angel Dust was not present. Crimson orbs tried to study the room until they trained on Vaggie who was currently frustrated with... something. While he had no idea what it was, it reminded him of the time she wanted to film that commercial for Charlie, and a sinister grin appeared on his lips."Oh, my dear, whatever could be wrong? You look like you wish to hurt something." He leaned in real close to her face.Vaggie groaned, "Uggh, why are you even here Alastor? You don't do anything but watch everyone else suffering."When she noticed that Alastor looked offended to that, Vaggie straightened herself out. Not that she was afraid or anything, but the man did own her soul. The silence was rather loud as Alastor regarded her with a curious look - clearly thinking. "Tell me my dear, have I not been loyal?" He leaned in and tapped her head with his radio stick. "Am I not a knight, too?"Vaggie stood up, "That's not-""I've been defending this hotel! Just like you!" A deranged laugh escaped through a clenched smile as he snapped his fingers - the entire room shifting and changing colors. Alastor's outfit shifted, as did Vaggie's, the very same that he sang to them in when they first met. Music played from the radio staff that he left unattended, but knew it would remain safe next to the chair as he gently took her hand to pull her to him.His grin deepened, "Now, my dear, we can continue this back and forth, but you and I know that's a battle you wouldn't win,🎶" He twirled her around and made the shadows come through the floor to greet her with jazzy music, "Don't tell me you truly believe in the ones who sin, 🎶" He laughed, "As their doubt is a given, my dear, but I am still here. 🎶""I can be your friend, your pal, the man you go to whenever you're in distress, 🎶" He moved to the beat and tightened his grip on her hand - almost to the point where he was trying to warn her again, "And just like you, I am a knight. I am a protector, an armor for the hotel ~ 🎶" "Have I not been loyal? Am I not a knight, too? I've been defending this hotel, just like you! 🎶" Alastor spun her again, though this time it was out of his arms and a spotlight shined on her as the music shifted. "Now please do tell me my dear, how we can fix the tension 🎶?" Alastor's steps were quiet as he walked towards her - deer antlers growing and radio dials shining in his eyes - "Do I have to have a share in your vision? Or would you rather me be true to my intention? I defend the hotel just like you, my dear, and unfortunately for you, 🎶" He grabbed her hand again and looked closer in her face, "There is no end for me. 🎶"Eventually the music died and the lights returned to normal - as did their clothes. Alastor's radio staff was in his hand again and he grinned at her - almost as if that last minute did not happen. "Don't worry, I am here for you, and the hotel... for as long as I am needed." Alastor laughed and he continued to laugh even as the shadows pulled him away - the echo caressing the lobby walls as he faded.

⠀⊱⠀⠀this is a very casual account, so I can't guarantee long, deep stories and a constant flow of activity. I also work full-time and have your typical real life responsibilities. so, having said that, ic banter is highly preferred! you may also see some silly posts or musing on stream; feel free to join in!⠀⊱⠀⠀not interested in shipping or erotica. although niffty is technically of age (and a demon), she still looks and behaves like a child, so romantic scenarios — especially in the erotic sense — make me quite uncomfortable. she may comedically obsess over "bad boys", but that's the extent of it! please do not take advantage of this quirk of hers! if you desire a familial bond, however, I am all for it! especially with other residents of the hotel. I don't do "mains", but I would LOVE to have at least one of each connection ‹𝟹⠀⊱⠀⠀no drama whatsoever. I fully intend on supporting ALL of my fellow writers, mirrors (of myself and others) included. your personal problems with one person or more are not my own, so I ask that you leave me out of the crossfire and allow me to do what we all joined this site to do: write. if you see me interacting with someone you dislike, ignore it. believe me when I say that I have no reason to plot against people I don't know, with people I also don't know.⠀⊱⠀⠀I'm terribly shy and lack confidence in both writing and my portrayal of this muse, so it may take me a little bit to get to some replies. I'm very sorry for that u////u I promise I'm not ignoring anyone! I just have to muster the courage to say words.⠀⊱⠀⠀because of niffty's depraved nature, dark themes may apply — such as descriptions of gore, the killing of critters and any other traits you may expect from a psychopath. hazbin hotel has its own trigger warnings anyway, but I just wanted to bring it up myself for good measure! 

Trigger Warning: Body Horror, Death, Existentialism, Blood  Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted. and now Nadia was fleeing in the hopes of regrouping and rethinking her plans. The dark woods she was scampering through were stock full of traps pre-laid out for her downfall. The vampire leaped from branch to branch with a strange litheness to her form, she could feel the cold night's air billowing through her black curls, tossing them in front of her face as she took the chance to look back. Were they still chasing her? Were their guns drawn? Were they losing her trail--A grotesque wet slashing noise was heard and her body plummetted to the ground. Kneeling in place as her head slowly rolled right off her shoulders. High above was the thinnest wire, soaked in the black ichor that could only make up as her blood for lack of a better word. She watched momentarily as she rolled away from the rest of her form, seeing how her shoulders slouched before collapsing forward onto the ground--a mess of a body. Nadia watched as her manicured nails twitched, clawing at the old Earth before relaxing and her eyes grew heavy. The darkness was all-encompassing, she felt nothing, but everything all at once. It was like her nerves were set on fire and mercifully burned away, so she could feel nothing as the cold darkness took over her vision. She knew it was coming and there was nothing else to stop Death's cold, chilling gaze back at her.About twenty minutes later, her eyes shot open and she pushed herself up from the pile of leaves she'd faceplanted from. The sun was rising, she could feel it's warmth on her back and she brushed her hand across her neck. Not an incision or mark was left behind. When she looked back, she saw the half-dazed expression on her face in front of her. The light was long gone from her bodyless head, leaves, and forest tangled in the familiar nest of curls.Perhaps one was supposed to feel more devastated or more in panic at seeing their decapitated head. It rolled off Nadia's shoulders, well, like her old head had. Her world had ended plenty of times, countless even, this was no different from what piece she may have left on the other side once she returned. Standing up, flexing her fingers a bit, and kicking--everything seemed to be in working order. Carmine's eyes flashed with mischie, a fanged grin sliding across plush lips.She kneeled grasping the mess of old curls on the head, the jaw going slack as she stood up in her full height. "I'mma beat'em with this..." Grip tightened on the scalp of her old head as she turned on her heel. Fully ready to head back from whence she came--that familiar beat to her cold heart, it was the impossible, it was the challenge, it was the hunt.

Name: NyeonSpecies: NekkosianAppearance:Nyeon is a striking figure with vibrant purple fur, characteristic of her Nekkosian heritage. Her feline features include pointed ears, sharp claws, and piercing yellow eyes that betray both intelligence and a hint of underlying pain. Despite the trauma she has endured, there is a fierce determination reflected in her gaze, a testament to her strength and resilience.Background:Nyeon's past is shrouded in darkness, marked by tragedy and suffering. Once a carefree inhabitant of her homeworld, her life took a devastating turn when her planet was visited by individuals from Arkstead, a distant metropolis steeped in corruption and greed. Captured and trafficked into the sex trade, Nyeon endured years of unspeakable abuse and exploitation at the hands of her captors.Eventually discarded and left to fend for herself on the unforgiving streets, Nyeon found solace in music—a lifeline amidst the chaos and despair that surrounded her. Drawn to the pulsating beats and vibrant energy of the underground rave scene, she sought refuge in the neon-lit clubs and warehouses that dotted the cityscape.It was within the confines of these clandestine gatherings that Nyeon discovered her talent for music, channeling her pain and anguish into electrifying DJ sets that captivated audiences and earned her a devoted following. As her popularity grew, she found herself at the center of Arkstead's thriving nightlife, using her newfound platform not only to entertain but also to seek vengeance against those who had wronged her.Driven by a burning desire for justice, Nyeon embraced her role as a DJ-spy, using her position to gather information and intelligence on the criminal syndicates that had destroyed her life. With each beat and rhythm, she wove a web of intrigue, trading secrets and favors in pursuit of her ultimate goal: to track down and eliminate those responsible for her suffering.Despite the scars that still linger, Nyeon remains a beacon of strength and defiance—a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who refuse to be silenced by the darkness that seeks to consume them. With her music as her weapon and her determination as her guide, she marches forward, one step closer to reclaiming her stolen past and forging a new future on her own terms

Race: Nekkosians Description: Nekkosians are a remarkable race of feline humanoids renowned for their graceful agility, incredible speed, and mystical connection to the concept of having multiple lives. With their cat-like features and unique abilities, they are a captivating and enigmatic addition to the world. Appearance: Nekkosians possess a striking blend of feline and human characteristics, with a distinct elegance and beauty. They typically have humanoid bodies with heightened agility, flexibility, and balance. Their feline traits become apparent in their features, including cat-like eyes that range in color from vibrant greens to captivating golds and blues. They may also have pointed ears, sharp fangs, and a tail that sways with poise. Their fur exhibits a wide range of colors and patterns, mirroring the diversity found in Earth's feline species. From sleek and solid coats to intricate stripes, spots, or even tortoiseshell patterns, Nekkosians' fur is a visual spectacle. Their physical builds vary, with some individuals lean and wiry, while others possess a more muscular physique, each suited to their unique roles within their society. Abilities: The most renowned ability of Nekkosians is their mystical connection to the concept of having multiple lives. This extraordinary trait grants them the ability to survive what would be fatal incidents, effectively possessing nine lives. Each time a Nekkosian falls prey to a dire circumstance, they are granted a new lease on life, fully restored and ready to continue their journey. This unique ability is not without its limits, as Nekkosians must replenish their life force over time. The process occurs naturally through rest, nourishment, and the passage of time. However, the use of multiple lives should not be taken lightly, as it carries a profound toll on their well-being. Consequently, Nekkosians often approach their adventures with calculated precision, strategically conserving their lives while maximizing their impact. Society and Culture: Nekkosian society is built upon principles of agility, adaptability, and the pursuit of personal growth. They embrace their feline instincts, valuing quick thinking, acute senses, and resourcefulness. Nekkosians highly appreciate independence, valuing personal freedom and exploration, while fostering a strong sense of community and loyalty to their kin. Their culture often centers around concepts of reincarnation, embracing the idea of multiple lives as a symbol of resilience and renewal. Ceremonies and rituals mark significant milestones, such as the beginning of each new life or the celebration of pivotal moments in their history. Nekkosians possess a deep appreciation for nature and its cyclical patterns, drawing inspiration from the world around them. Interactions with Other Races: Nekkosians generally maintain peaceful interactions with other races, possessing a curious and amicable nature. They are often regarded as diplomats, mediators, and scholars due to their innate ability to adapt and their deep understanding of the cyclical nature of life. Their exceptional agility and speed make them natural explorers, adept at navigating challenging terrains or swiftly responding to crises. Nekkosians actively seek knowledge and engage in intellectual exchanges, making valuable contributions in various fields such as philosophy, art, and strategic planning. While their remarkable ability to cheat death may initially intrigue other races, it can also instill a sense of caution or skepticism. Some view the Nekkosians' unique gift as a potential imbalance in the natural order, while others see it as an awe-inspiring testament to the mysteries of life and existence. Overall, Nekkosians are a captivating and agile race, imbued with the ability to rise from the ashes and explore the vast complexities of the world. Their nine lives symbolize resilience, renewal, and the eternal pursuit of personal growth. Whether as nimble warriors, wise scholars, or peaceful diplomats, Nekkosians bring a touch of mysticism and fascination to the realms they inhabit.

Copy + Pasted from my roleplay blog. (And subsequently a bulletin, but those don't last forever, so~)While this profile is primarily for him but several years after trying to kermit sudoku (generally the same time period as his blog), I'm open to playing this ornery bastard from any point in his timeline 😪I'm too lazy to transcribe the chicken scratch I wrote on the images but the additional stuff below mainly covers it anyway. The pun, explained, though it's rather obvious: since he's partly a Ghast on his father's side - yeah I'm not going to bother spelling it out it's just like. Right there. Wights in his world refer to "undead of mixed origin" - his mother's side had enough skeleton for him to look exactly like one until just before the monster equivalent of puberty kicked in. The apothecary he used to study under was a human dude in the little mixed human-monster village he and his family lived in. The guy liked to joke that he was an honorary human because "he has a skeleton inside him, too :)" (Gaster stopped trying to point out that the 'skin' was growing from/into/dissolving/otherwise removing the 'skeletal' part of him after a while; old guy thought it was funny). His parents were in charge of funerary ritual for both monsters and humans until the war and unrest reached their village. It began with a human priest deciding to set up shop and sow suspicion among the people living there. The Royal Archivist was a fluffy old crow, looked kind of like the lovechild of a honchkrow and Pokiehl. They met during some ceremony or another, became good friends, and then had a falling out over something stupid. He ceased incorporating feathers into his wardrobe because it was due to a couple of them getting sucked into an experimental machine that caused it to explode. This explosion had two significant results: 1. he ended up injured to a degree that he could not physically nor metaphysically nor mentally heal from, and 2. a lab tech he had been working with that day died. Until his jump he maintained (even if only to himself) that he should have been the one to die that day, since it had been his fault. That incident led him on a downward spiral which, combined with a few other life events that occurred afterward (like submitting his fallen mother to the DT trials run by Alphys) and some external coaxing by what he assumed at the time to be a hallucinatory influence caused by his own guilt, led him to try killing himself via the CORE. He thought it would be poetic to die via his greatest achievement. Obviously it did not work out.

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'Scoundrels!'These peasants mocked her! Who? The sorceress. Imbeciles they were assuming the mage was one to fool with.  If they wanted to play with her mind, they surely did not know of what was to come. She whom could swipe in a mere mind of another, read their thoughts.. their memories. Ingest everything another chose to hide from her.She knew it all!But her manipulation was not telling them right away. Pray tell, why should she? Having an upper hand was always what she wanted."You mock me about The Great White Wolf?" Again, her eyes flashed, violet with electric motions of sapphire within the mixture.  How did the witcher always come into play? She did not know. "Have you ever swallowed your own tongue? Since, your mother did not teach you manners, I am more than delighted to teach the two of you." Yennefer's gloved hand had gripped roughly the rounded face of the chubby man in front of her.  Her nose wrinkled as that stench of alcohol reeked. "You do not have the permission to speak to me as I am not your acquaintance... look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Her slender hand tightened upon his jaw, as her free hand was holding the blade, which was centered between his testes putting enough pressure, to show a little more of his disrespect she'd truly make him a eunuch."You will cower before me. You will speak to me with manners your mother should have birth you with! Do you understand?" More pressure was being place on the hilt of the blade to the trousers of the sweaty male.  A grunt was heard from him, but that just angered her further. "I said.. do you UNDERSTAND me?""Our pardon, Lady Yennefer. " "Excuse me?"The male stuttered. " I - I ..  understand! We understand!"She released him."Very well." Solemnly she spoke out. "Think twice before you try and make a mockery out of anyone because they won't be as kind as I."In fact, she did consider herself very kind at the very moment.“Please do not forget to take your friend with you.”A once a slender male, was now just a little itty bitty rodent  -- truth be told she should’ve turned both of them into rodents and then drown them but she let this be a warning.Who she was bedding with was no ones issue but her own.. not a single soul.Especially, when it came to The White Wolf, he still seemed to seep under her skin.Torturously so.. those memories unwanted at times, but she still could feel him…smell that scent that drove her mad.Yennefer frowned briefly, before continuing on with her task.. which was quite simple.. all she wanted was a drink at the tavern and to be left alone from all the foolery.(Note from the writer:This is my own independant portrayal of writing as Yennefer based off the Books and the game.)

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Name: Aceleus August Dontrelle Nicknames: Ace, Beauty, Rich Boy, any you give him.Occupational Titles: ‘The Pale Prince’, ‘The Vampire’Age: 21Race: Human - British (could potentially make him a Vampire per request)Gender: Male - Femboy Height: 5'7"Weight: 115lbs.Eyes: Diluted RedHair: Silver-WhiteVoice: Calm, smooth, feminine.S/O: Gay, sub, mild brat.Relationship Status: Single with suitors lined up by his parents, though he has no interest in them. Occupation: Fashion Model for his parents' designs.Scars: None.Piercings: Ears.Tattoos: None.Weapon of Choice: A small dagger always kept on him.Outfit/Clothes: Can vary, he models his family's clothing even outside of photo shoots. But generally things like in the image or these: Outfit 1 | Outfit 2 | Outfit 3 | Outfit 4Figure: See image, slim, feminine, curvy waist. Turn Ons: Pulling his hair, manhandling him, PDA, BDSM, biting/marking, and much more.~Likes: Fashion and fine dining, his pets, his family and friends, horseback riding, his profession, being on display. Dislikes: People he doesn't know, his many, many suitors, having to hide himself in any way, ignorant fools.Notes/Talents:  Being from a rich family, it should come as no surprise to learn Ace is adept with the piano and Cello. He's done a few photo shoots with those instruments too.  He also dabbles in the occult from time to time, primarily witchcraft, and has become particularly adept at a few spells. Namely those that would cause others to go insane or give them extremely bad luck. He also knows how to craft a love potion, among others, though has never used it.  The titles of which he’s often referred to in modeling, began almost immediately after he gained considerable infamy. His unique appearance, being nearly all white physically, is the main factor in that regard. He does however have a very mild color to his skin, it’s just hard to notice unless you're very close to him.  Though rich beyond belief, this does not mean he is ignorant of the fact he could lose his wealth easily through the right means. Thus, he inquired how to manage his finances from his father, learning a few tips and tricks on where to invest a small sum of money and have it grow over time. Unreachable by anyone but himself, and would give him a stable cushion in the event something has gone horribly wrong, or he retired without any heirs of his own.  Should he ever take interest in anyone, it is highly likely he will shower them with gifts and a generous amount of money. And himself.  Personality:  Ace is a very ethereal and graceful boy, every fiber of his being screams elegance. From just his looks to his posture, it is evident he is of high status among society.  He's generally not one to get angry often but he can be spiteful, when he's been wronged by another, he'll get back at them without them being any the wiser. Exceptionally calm and reserved, he hardly smiles unless it's a small one for a shoot. It takes someone very special to make him smile more than that and only their eyes would be graced with such a lovely sight. He tends to be rather sassy and snarky towards others, though this is a mechanism he developed when he was younger and confronted by several suitors. It proved to be effective in warding off most of them, since they were hoping for a soft and easily manipulated spouse. Ace’s profession has undoubtedly led him to develop a strong vanity, to the point where he is always dressed exceptionally. It even goes so far as to taking pride in being shown off by his significant other, as he enjoys being their eye candy. Despite his outward mask of indifference and seemingly heartless personality, the reality in truth is quite the opposite. He is an extremely caring individual, holding a soft spot for any genuine friends he may have, children (especially if they smile in the face of adversity), and specifically his lover. Bio:  The Dontrelle family can trace their lineage back to the 15th century, thus making Aceleus quite the important person since he's the only Heir to the family's wealth. The professions of said wealth have varied over the centuries as new technology and interests developed. Though bits and pieces of past professions and prides can still be seen within the family’s estate. This day and age however his parents (Hedrik and Danielle) are renowned fashion designers and photographers, with him as their prized focus.  His childhood was as one would expect, strict parents raising him into their ideal offspring. His father was the more lenient of the two, allowing Ace room to breathe and opportunity to pursue any hobby he may take interest in. His mother however, was less interested in letting him be an individual and more so in making sure he had a successful career and was basically the heart throb of the modeling world. He had many, many contracts with various companies by the age of ten and more suitors than he knew what to do with by the age of fourteen.  Most of them were chosen by his mother, rich good-looking guys with questionable or horrid personalities. Thus, Aceleus was quick to deny them all, much to his mother’s dismay. He had no interest in basically selling his future to some megalomaniac nor did he become attracted to any of them. And part of it was out of spite towards his mother, he loves her, but that doesn’t mean he’ll excuse her for the way she treats him and his father.  When he was old enough, he moved out the second he had the opportunity, with his family’s personal security and his favorite butler, Alexander.  Pets: A black and gold Peacock, Prince. A Saint Bernard Mix, Gordon.House/Residence: His mansion, bought it after moving out.Theme Songs:Lady Gaga - FashionHandClap - Fitz and the Tantrums K91 & Alan Walker - Ignite 

Born and raised in what today is more commonly known as Transylvannia, in the north-western part of Romania. Erebus belonged to the second generation of sorcerers, just as mortal as humans yet more gifted due to them being able to use magic. In other words, people like Erebus were something very new and still frowned upon by humans, heck even the human kind had not existed for a long time. Earth had not existed any longer than 500 years.. Despite their differences, humans and sorcerers managed to live in peace and harmony. The fear slowly dissolved the moment sorcerers were able to use magic for good, helping weak people in need whether it was to heal them or able to brew potions. The village was starting to bond really well with another.That until the moment the royals in the country realized just how strong that village had become. A kingdom driven by corruption had started to fear that a tiny village was starting to become a threat. Although they had signed a peace treaty with the sorcerers, it seemed like that promise would not be kept too long until the fateful night slowly approached.By the time that happened, Erebus was only at the mere age of two years old and would have no clue or understanding of the events that would occur.As the full moon was on display, that was when the royal knights had struck. Houses, stores and literally every single building had been burnt to crisp. No mercy was shown at all, it was obvious that the intention was to kill every single person that lived there, sorcerer or not. A hard kick was heard as one of the knights had entered the very apartment Erebus and his parents lived at. The king had specifically ordered to assassinate this family. Not because the parents were any threat or bad people. But it seemed like someone like Erebus had quite the terrifying prophecy, they needed to get rid of him especially. “Dear, hurry upstairs. I will buy us some time!” The father exclaimed, flashing the two a sad expression as he watched his lover run up the stairs to hide their son under the bed.“What is the purpose of that? You all will end up dead anyways.” The knight muttered as he took a step closer to the man as he raised his sword. “You know, you are good people. If you just hand that damn child I might just keep you alive!”“Over my dead body!”That was the last words that was heard from his father as the sword struck, slashing and beheading the father, the knight watched in disappointment as blood stained the floor, walls and even his face, causing him to wipe the blood off his face. “Then so be it. You people are the devils’ creation anyways.” Obviously that was a lie, but that is what most people thought within the kingdom. Taking his steps up the stairs and entering the bedroom. The mother could not fight off fate. First off, she was too terrified at what was happening, besides she only knew of healing magic. Not any magic where she could potentially fight the knight off or such. Her life was taken pretty quickly in just as gruesome a way as his father all in view for the two year old kid. Erebus seeing everything that just occurred from under the bed had his eyes widened as he was in a shocked state. Despite his young age and although he had no clue what was actually happening there were a few teardrops that fell down onto the floor before all of the sudden he broke into tears, the cries loud enough to wake up anything from a deep slumber.A wide smirk formed upon his lips as he bent down, his eyes meeting Erebus’ as he moved closer to the bed. “Such a cute little boy. I am afraid I am going to end your cries.” The male hissed as he reached for Erebus under the bed and suddenly lifted him up and held him in his arms.“Look at you, how dangerous could you be Erebus hmm?” Holding with one arm, his free hand reached for the toddlers’ cheek to get a firm grip. “You are a f***ing curse, a scum. Just like your mother right there on the floor. All it took was to strike that sword of mine right through her heart and she was no more. Your father though…hahaha, stupid idiot he was, just cut his head off. I am sad you were not able to see that. Now the question is how should I kill yo-?”The knight was not even able to finish off his words as Erebus’ eyes had flicked red for a split second. Dropping Erebus down on the floor, the man fell down on his knees in agonizing pain. It felt like every single bone inside his body was breaking. “You m-monster, majesty was right. You are a monster.” The male spoke in a weak murmur as he slowly got his dagger out from his pocket. Crawling weakly towards Erebus he was ready to take him down, at least he would die succeeding in taking out that creature. However the moment he was only inches away from Erebus, that was the moment his neck finally snapped and he collapsed on the floor.Erebus’ eyes slowly returned to its’ natural silver color. His eyes looked down at the man in anger before he turned around and crawled towards his mother. Tiny arms tried to wrap around her petite frame as he rested his head against her chest. “Mama…” Tears ran down his cheeks onto her bloodstained dress. Erebus had no idea why someone tried to kill him and took down his parents yet he deep down could feel it. Pain, sorrow, fear. He was completely out of energy, whatever that magic he used was, it had completely drained him off.The smoke had reached the bedroom finally as the house had caught on fire. Erebus did not care at that moment. He had no parents, no one could potentially take care of him. Might as well die with them. That is what he thought, though it seemed like Erebus was not the only sorcerer that was yet alive and destiny would certainly take an unexpected turn. Both for Erebus and the people that would come to save him. 

Name: Hycinthel Nicknames: Hycin, Cutie, any you give him. Age: Naga years - 18, Human years - 600~Race: NagaGender: Male (Femboy)Height: 5'2"Weight: Relatively light for a Naga. Eyes: TealHair: Light teal that fades darker and into purple at the ends, longer front than back, swept to his left side.Tail: A Beautiful mix of various purple shades, smooth and sleek looking with gray belly scales. Voice: Sweet, playful, young.S/O: Gay, submissive.Relationship Status: Single, looking for a mate. Occupation: Herbalist/Shaman/Healer, however he is also an emergency breeder for his clan, should their numbers ever need replenishing. Scars: None. Piercings: Ears, see image. Tattoos: None, but his scales travel up from his side to just under his arms.Weapon of Choice: His fangs, tail and claws if needed.Outfit/Clothes: Prefers to wear nothing, but does enjoy wearing loose silks.Figure: See image,feminine, plump rear. Turn Ons: Many things, breeding, cumflation, excessive cum, teasing, nude cuddling, and much more.~Likes: Warm sunny days, lounging in the sun, helping others, cuddling to stay warm, honesty, giving and receiving pleasure.Dislikes: Cold temperatures, mean or cruel people, judgemental a**holes, being lied to. Powers/Talents: Hycin is adept with anything and everything medicinal, he has memorized every herb and remedy his mentor taught him and what each is used for. He has no match when it comes to healing an affliction or mending a wound, be it from a humanoid, Naga or beast. He is also capable of hypnotizing others, though this is often used to calm a rowdy patient. Personality: Hycin is by nature a rather shy individual who tends to keep to himself unless he knows you personally, however when it comes to his job, he can push past his shy nature in favor of focusing confidently on a patient. He is kind and sweet towards others, caring, inquisitive and all around good hearted. When it comes to breeding season though, he gains more confidence the needier he becomes. Hycin becomes more flirtatious and teasing, during and near his heat or breeding season, using his scent and body to entice his chosen partner.Bio: Hycin was born and raised within his Naga clan, cared for by loving parents and mentored by the Shaman that is now deceased. He took up traveling when he became the Shaman's successor, though was sure to teach an apprentice of his own before doing so and visits his birth clan regularly. Pets: A Toucan named Zazu.House/Residence: A humble hut within his clan, or could be a roaming Healer with no permanent home. Theme Songs:Jvla - Such a Whore // Slowed + Reverb Pitbull - Feel This Moment (feat. Christina Aguilera)Nightcore - Animal (Lyrics) 

Name: Kilian Amartya Nicknames: Kili, Divine One, Pearl (something he's called by his village, a pearl amongst coal)Age: Looks 16, is roughly 200~Race: Human-ElfGender: Male - FemboyHeight: 5'2"Weight: 115 lbs.Eyes: Amber-Gold, round and innocent.Hair: Short, silky, very dark black-blue.Voice: Sweet, innocent, loving. S/O: Gay boi, though closeted and unaware due to his need to remain pure as a Divine Priest. Relationship Status: Single, his occupation allows for no...frivolous activities.Occupation: Divine Priest/ess of his village.Scars: None. Piercings: Ears. TattooWings: Pure, Corrupted Weapon of Choice: Pure , Corrupted Outfit/Clothes: Pure, Corrupted + This Figure: Slim, effeminate, thick hips and round rear.~ Turn Ons: Wouldn't know, innocent boy.~Likes: Cake, swimming, anything he finds cute, dancing around, pretty dresses, helping others when he can. Dislikes: Vile intentions, evil, cruel people, dark magic, any doubts he may have about his Faith. Magic: Known as "Faith", only applicable to those who are inexplicably Pure in mind, body and soul. While there are sub-tiers to light magic, Faith is the strongest as it relies one a Pure white soul. However, upon corruption, it becomes "Faithless", requiring a completely black soul and tainted mind and body. Personality: Sweet, innocent, loving and annoyingly optimistic, Kili is the treasure of his village/settlement/affiliations. Bright and always smiling, there's never a dull or dark moment when he's around, he exhibits an aura of peace and tranquility, causing serenity wherever he goes. He's naive and trusting, but highly attuned to the presence of evil. Believes his faith to be unfaltering, as he has known nothing else, having been raised as the perfect Divine Priest to someday become the host of Holy Light/Divine Intervention, the strongest light magic of all. Should he become corrupted and fall from his Faith, he will become cold and indifferent to the suffering of others. As well as the prime candidate for Forsaken magic, the truest of all black magic.Bio: Born to two human parents with no lineage of elven blood whatsoever, it's a mystery how Kilian came to be half elf. After all, elves were culled to the very last a very long time ago. Something easily confirmed by the appearance of his wings. Elven wings are a cross between Fae and Angel, therefore there was no contest. Perhaps it was a sign from their deity, or it would lead them to their doom. For this, he was groomed perfectly to be the Divine Priest, though often mistaken for a female due to his features. He has led his faction with wisdom and divine truth for 100 years now. Pets: His spiritual beast, Solaris, Corrupted Form. House/Residence: Within his village at the top of a summit, where a temple to the deity he serves sits above the clouds. Theme Songs: -Pure-Let Love Win - TheFatRat & AnjulieTheFatRat - The Calling (feat. Laura Brehm)TheFatRat - Upwind -Corrupted-People I Don't Like - UpsahlBeautiful is Boring - Bones UKHouse of Memories - Panic At The Disco   Bonus Images: Bonus Image 1Bonus Image 2