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𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well), 21+ Adults Only (this does not mean that I will just write SMVT/Er0. I take my writing seriously and Phire isn't into having a romantic relationship, don't try to force it or I will block you, thank you.) No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about Phire with you for you, What you see is what you get I will not interact with other females (pages and all) and I have zero desire to do so (If you take any offense to this, I am NOT sorry) Please for the love of god be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.) 

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well), 21+ Adults Only (this does not mean that I will just write SMVT/Er0. I take my writing seriously and Beatrice is married to  @KingofKyrat and she will not cheat on him, thank you.) No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about Beatrice with you for you, What you see is what you get I will not interact with other females (pages and all) and I have zero desire to do so (If you take any offense to this, I am NOT sorry) Please for the love of god be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.) 

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well), 21+ Adults Only (this does not mean that I will just write SMVT/Er0. I take my writing seriously and Karlach isn't into having a romantic relationship, don't try to force it or I will block you, thank you.) No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about Karlach with you for you, What you see is what you get I will not interact with other females (pages and all) and I have zero desire to do so (If you take any offense to this, I am NOT sorry) Please for the love of god be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.) 

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well), 21+ Adults Only (this does not mean that I will just write SMVT/Er0. I take my writing seriously and both these lovely ladies aren't into single-ships, don't try to force it or I will block you, thank you.) No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about Tourette with you for you, What you see is what you get I will not interact with other females (pages and all) and I have zero desire to do so (If you take any offense to this, I am NOT sorry) Please for the love of god be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.) 

On the bioluminescent world of Xylophia-IV, a catastrophic event unfolded, etching an indelible mark on the cosmos. A colossal explosion, born from the planet's very core, ravaged the landscape, unleashing a maelstrom of energy that pierced the atmosphere and stretched into the vast expanse of space.The explosion's epicenter was the Crystal Nexus, a site of ancient, glowing formations that harmonized Xylophia-IV’s bioluminescent essence. A sudden, cataclysmic shift in the planet's energy matrix triggered a chain reaction, as if the very fabric of Xylophia-IV being had been torn asunder.The blast wave propagated at incredible velocities, shattering the terrain and propelling massive chunks of the planet's crust into orbit. These fragments, now asteroid-like projectiles, hurtled into the unknown, leaving behind a smoldering, irradiated landscape. The explosion's sheer force reshaped Xylophia-IV’s topography, creating an impact crater of unimaginable scale.As the shockwave raced across the planet, it extinguished the bioluminescent glow that had defined Xylophia-IV’s existence. The once-vibrant world was plunged into an eternal, dark silence. The explosion's energy release was so immense that it ionized the atmosphere, generating a plasma that interacted with the planet's magnetic field, unleashing a maelstrom of electromagnetic pulses.These pulses, in turn, wreaked havoc on Xylophia-IV’s ecosystem, disrupting the delicate balance of its bioluminescent organisms. The very essence of life on this world, predicated on the harmonious interplay of light and energy, was brutally severed. The explosion's aftermath brought an eternal stillness, as if the planet itself had been reduced to a lifeless, smoldering ember.The reverberations of this cataclysmic event echoed throughout the galaxy, a grim reminder of the unforgiving power that lay at the heart of celestial bodies. Xylophia-IV, once a shining jewel in the cosmos, was now a desolate, dark world, its bioluminescent beauty lost to the annals of time, a haunting testament to the unforgiving forces that shape the universe.

Modern Cain LaRue was the son of a wealthy family. He hated the strict life, and wanted more in life. So, he ran away. He took enough money to get himself an apartment, and survive until he found a job. Currently, he hasn't found any such job, as he hasn't had the opportunity to build any skills required. Traveler Wanting more, Cain opted to leave the Reborn Region, and travel to other regions. What he's searching for, he doesn't know. But he's sure he'll recognize it when he finds it. Gym Leader After some soul searching and talking with Aya, Cain decides to return to the Byxbysion Wasteland to become the poison gym leader again.

   GUIDELINES: 🔥    [My guidelines are simple and non negotiable. Violate my sh*t and you're done.]1- I prefer to stay in character. I will talk about the series, our characters, all that fun stuff, but I won't talk about other writers in a bad way. Your issues are YOURS keep the negative sh*t away from me. Block and move on. I can't stress that enough.2- I'm multi ship with the hope to single ship down the line. Ships are not my primary focus though. Blitzo isn't the type to fall in love easily if at all. He will push away, he will try to f*** it all up.3- I come and go as I please. I expect the same from anyone I write with. Basic communication is preffered, but if you lose interest or want to take some steps back, I get it and won't judge you.4- My writing length varies. I won't always match you, and you don't have to match me. Banter is always welcomed, so are discussions, and random starters.5- Respect me. I'll respect you. Ask before you assume, and if you feel like we ain't vibing leave quietly.6- Dark themes will always apply. The series is dark and mature. Don't even bother interacting if you're gonna bitch about mature content.

Just another night. Another night of getting f***ed out of his mind in every way imaginable. Good times don't last, do they? Of course they f***in' don't.That's why he was walking away now. They had partied at Ozzie's and it was time to go. "Don't f***ing walk away from me, Blitz! You get back here!!" Her voice rang in his ears like alarm bells as she stormed out after him outside of the club. Damn did he just wish she would shut the f*** up. The tone in her words was nothing short of loathsome. He tried to walk away, but f*** it was never that easy. There was the sound of glass shattering, which was accompanied by a sharp shooting pain in the back of his skull as a bottle hit the back of his head. Stopping in his tracks, back to the crazy bitch who threw it, he sighed, closed his eyes, and balled his fist at his sides. "You're such a p**sy! Always running away. What the f*** ---" Her drunken words fell in slurred waves, and he was tired of hearing them. A sharp turn in haste, and he faced her with eyes that narrowed with disgust both for her and himself."Listen, bitch. You don't f***ing get it. This is what I do. I f*** up! You knew before you f***ed around with me what it was gonna be. I guess you thought you could change me, huh?! Like I wasn't born for this sh*t. This bottom-feeding bullsh*t. "pride" What kinda joke is that, anyway? What the f*** do I have to be proud of?!... Go ahead and hate me if you wanna 'cause I can promise you there ain't any amount of hate that will ever surpass how much I hate myself. Now leave me the f*** alone. GET F***ED!" ... His words spilled from his mouth like spewing vomit. He couldn't stop them or take them back if he tried. It was up for debate on which was worse. The fact that he said them, or the fact that he meant them. The look on Verosika's face, as her expression dropped from anger to hurt, was enough to let it sink in.  It all sank in. "Vero --" He started but was quickly cut off by the swift raise of her hand. "No. You know what, Blitz ... I think I do finally get it. Do you hate yourself? Good. You should. Hell didn't f*** you. You f***ed yourself up. Nobody will ever love you, because everytime they try YOU play the sh*tty "poor me" card. You make sure that you f*** it up real good. Even when you don't have to. THAT is why you WILL die alone..."Her words trailed and lingered leaving him standing there wide-eyed in shock. He had no choice now but to digest them with the sinking realization ... That she was right. What the hell could he say to it? Nothing. So he took the venom laced in them and let it stew in both his mind and heart. It was her who walked away now, and he didn't say anything else or try to stop her.

Why is it so f***ing hard? That's a stupid question now, isn't it? My whole life has been filled with "hard" or is that just now? Because every single thing up until this f***ing point fails in comparison. You're the song in the back of my mind that lulls me to sleep. You're the dull ache in my black heart that longs to be loved. You're always there, even when you aren't. For the life of me, I can't understand why. Are my verbal lashings not enough to deter you? Knowing the sh*t you like in bed, I guess I shouldn't be to surprised, should I?It never dawned on me until just recently, just who you were, and that this whole time I was wrong about you. I was way off f***ing mark, man. I guess I always had it stuck in the back of my brain that you were just some high and mighty, stuck-up blue blood. A good for everything, f***ing around with a good for nothing like me just for sport. Because you could, and you knew you had the power to do it because I needed something from you. Maybe it's why I couldn't wrap my mind around your stupid feelings ...Christ on a stick they aren't stupid. I'm f***ing stupid. You called me for help, and I blew you off.It wasn't until I saw those beautiful feathers being whisked away right in front of my eyes ...  I didn't need to see it all to know. I finally f***ing got it. You can get hurt. You were hurt, and I didn't so sh*t about it. It shouldn't have been Moxxie and Millie. It should have been me. You've given me whatever I wanted, but the one thing I never had was always unobtainable to me until that day. I couldn't go see you, I didn't want to see you like that. I couldn't see you like that knowing that ... You were only like that because of me. I could have saved you but I chose to f*** up instead, I always f*** up. I was never as terrified as I was that day. The day I almost realized too f***ing late, how much I --- nah. It's not for me. That feeling can't be for someone like me.It doesn't matter if I'm with you or not. You're destined for greatness, and I'm just a lower classed loser, bred to eat sh*t. You sang about giving me a choice, and I guess you thought you were giving me freedom, but darling ... It's me who should set you free. You hold the whole galaxy at your fingertips. The stardust that lingers betwix your feathers could never measure up to the ethereal beauty of not only your lineage but your heart. You deserve better, someone who will rush to your aid. You need that soul that is so in tune with yours, that you won't ever have to call for help. You certainly don't need a son of a bitch like me, who's to scared of their own feelings to be there for you when you need them the most.         

Name: Keaton LoireAge: 18Species: Wolf FaunusSemblance: Transformation Height: 6'0" (Transformed: 8'0")Weight: 165 lbs (Transformed: 425 lbs)Hair Color: Black with a white streakEye Color: RedNotable Faunus Traits: Wolf Ears and a TailKeaton Loire is the son if Ezekiel Loire. The original founder of the White Fang. Back when the Fang was founded. It was made as a peaceful protest group seeking equality between Humans and Faunuskind. As a kid, Keaton was friends with two people. A young girl named Blake Belladonna, and a boy named Adam Taurus. Keaton was quite infatuated with Blake, however he noticed that she seemed to have her eyes on Adam. This was pretty heartbreaking to him. But his losses wouldnt end there. Years later, now young teens, Adam would have a meeting with Ezekiel, but the meeting wouldnt end civilly. Adam would unleash his semblance and slays Ezekiel, but as he did. Keaton walked into the room. Witnessing his father being slain. This would trigget Keatons semblance to activate, causing his first transformation. He would rush to attack Adam. Tanking blows from Adams blade, taking some battle damage, but Keaton kept the attack going, with a mighty blow, he sent Adam flying through a concrete wall and nearly killed him. Keaton wanted to end him, but Adams followers would jump him. Attacking relentlessly. Since he hadnt had a full grasp on his Semblance yet, he would make a retreat and ran away from the fang. He would go into hiding, knowing the Fang wanted him dead. ​​​​​  

A nymph is a minor female nature deity in ancient Greek folklore. Distinct from other Greek goddesses, nymphs are generally regarded as personifications of nature, are typically tied to a specific place or landform, and are usually depicted as maidens. They were immortal like other goddesses, except for the Hamadryads, whose lives were bound to a specific tree.They are often divided into various broad subgroups, such as the Meliae, the Dryads, the Naiads, the Nereids, and the Oreads.Nymphs are often featured in classic works of art, literature, mythology, and fiction. Since the Middle Ages, nymphs have been sometimes popularly associated or even confused with fairies.Modern usage more often applies to young women, contrasting with parthenos "a virgin", and generically as kore "maiden, girl". The term is sometimes used by women to address each other and remains the regular Modern Greek term for "bride".Nymphs were sometimes beloved by many and dwelt in specific areas related to the natural environment: mountainous regions; forests; springs. Other nymphs were part of the retinue of a god or of a goddess.The ancient Greek belief in nymphs survived in many parts of the country into the early years of the twentieth century when they were usually known as "nereids". Nymphs often tended to frequent areas distant from humans but could be encountered by lone travelers outside the village, where their music might be heard, and the traveler could spy on their dancing or bathing in a stream or pool, either during the noon heat or in the middle of the night. They might appear in a whirlwind. Such encounters could be dangerous, bringing dumbness, besotted infatuation, madness or stroke to the unfortunate man. When parents believed their child to be nereid-struck, they would pray to Saint Artemidos.In Greek mythology, the Nereids or are sea nymphs, the 50 daughters of the 'Old Man of the Sea' Nereus and the Oceanid Doris, sisters to their brother Nerites. They often accompany Poseidon, the god of the sea, and can be friendly and helpful to sailors.The Nereids symbolized everything that is beautiful and kind about the sea. Their melodious voices sang as they danced around their father. They are represented as beautiful women, crowned with branches of red coral and dressed in white silk robes trimmed with gold.These nymphs are particularly associated with the Aegean Sea, where they dwelt with their father Nereus in the depths within a golden palace. The most notable of them are Thetis, wife of Peleus and mother of Achilles; Amphitrite, wife of Poseidon and mother of Triton; Galatea, the vain love interest of the Cyclops Polyphemus, and lastly, Psamathe who became the mother of Phocus by King Aeacus of Aegina, and Theoclymenus and Theonoe by Proteus, a sea-god or king of Egypt.In ancient art the Nereides appear in the retinue of Poseidon, Amphitrite, Thetis and other sea-divinities. On black-figure Greek vases they appear fully clothed, such as on a Corinthian hydra where they stand near the bier of Achilles. Later vase-paintings depict them nude or partially nude, mounted on dolphins, sea-horses or other marine creatures, and often grouped together with Tritons. They appear as such on Roman frescoes and sarcophagi. An Etruscan bronze cista from Palestrina depicts winged Nereides.Famous is the Nereid Monument, a marble tomb from Xanthos, partially in the collection of the British Museum. At the top is a small temple surrounded by pillars between which Nereides stood. They were depicted in motion and with billowing, transparent clothes. In the Renaissance and baroque periods the Nereid was frequently used to decorate fountains and garden monuments.Nereides were worshiped in several parts of Greece, but more especially in seaport towns, such as Cardamyle, and on the Isthmus of Corinth. The epithets given them by the poets refer partly to their beauty and partly to their place of abode.The only she heard lately is the human hatred for people like herself and maybe even more so. This was why she decided to stick to the sea. So right now she was sitting on a rock in the shallow sea, her arms in the air stretched her full body. Wearing nothing but the body she was born with or remembered being born with anyway. Her body was what any man would want for a lover, curvy, soft and delicate. Her long pink hair fell down her waist and she had bit doe-eyes with blue-green hues.Angel was her name, she was what you call a hybrid of the Nereid and other races. She didn’t know what, but she did know feeding on her human men was not something the Nymphs did. In the middle of running water over her body, her eyes caught a ship in the middle of the sea. It was close to crossing Nymph cove, after a second the  girl slowly slowed, razor sharp teeth showing through her open smile. “…I was just getting hungry,” Cat-like slits glowed with a starving hunger yet to be satisfied that day, she almost felt sorry for what she had to do. 

[ Writers Note ] After the events of KOF Maximum Impact 2 I'd like to think that Alba started picking up a lot of traits that his younger brother had while maintaining his own traits. In this case Alba previously would be reserved and stick to himself but after the second tournament. Alba would be more inclined to be more proactive versus being reactive. This is mostly because while he is not aware of what Jivatma had done to both brothers ( Merged their consciousness ) its happening regardless.Mood: chill Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraThis allows me to explore the aspect of Alba's identity as Judeim without having to necessarily portray him as the Golden Haired Warrior unless the story calls for it. I also RP Alba independent ->Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraof the [Al][Lu] Ship. Yeah do I want [Al][Lu] I heavily favor that ship but I realized there is a MASSIVE amount of directions I can take Alba in that does not necessarily require his canonical ship.Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraLike I could explore stories involving Alba getting used to his powers as Judeim. I could explore Alba running into new people who say "Oh yeah I know about your past." Just to lead him astray ->Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeirabe it NESTS or Orochi's Clan or any outside OC or Crossover threat. So yeah this is why I'm confident in being the only Maximum Impact Roleplayer still active it's because I know how to make it work.Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraOne story I had in mind that I really wanted to write for Alba was one where Alba would meet one such person ( Who lies about his past innocently in order to get him on their side. ) Through dealing with that entire storyline Alba would ultimately understand that while he does not know about his otherworldy past it's not about his past but more so about how you live your life in the present.I.E: Character Development and Growth through Unintended means. [It's pretty f***ing genius.]Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraAnother storyline is where the Hakkeshu would go out of their way to try to recruit Alba through various means like Goenitz could try to sway him over to their cause via Religious means adding lies here and there about his past like Jivatma did in MI2. The others could employ their own means to try to convince him that Judeim's original will was their will. While types like Ryuji wouldn't give a sh*t because he dosent give a sh*t about Orochi in general.Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraAs for a story involving the [Al][Lu] concept since her original goal was for Alba to live his life as a human since he does not understand his original will as Judeim anymore. She could literally tell him a version of his past that is more suited to her where Jivatma had told one that was more suited to the needs of Addes. Through this Alba would learn more about his true past & come out with a greater understanding of himself and what Judeim's will was as a force for good rather than evil.Alba Meira™ The Devil Of Daybreak @AlbaMeiraThe final concept I have in mind for Alba would be that the person he meets next is an actual member of Addes outside of Jivatma who could further explain that Alba should be with their forces rather than being against them. Since Southtown was originally under their control if Alba was with them then it would be business as usual. What would be in it for Alba? Details about his past as Judeim. Ideally it could be anybody from any of the other syndicates or Fate himself. 

Maximus Cash, or Max to his friends, was a fighter pilot and test pilot for the feline airforce until he retired after the death of his copilot James "Razor" Furlong. Max opened up a autogarage called "Fast Katz" like he and James had talked about. Max spends his days working in the shop, and his nights working out, nightly jogs, and reading a book at a local coffeehouse on Tuesday nights. Max is a warm, friendly fellow to all he interacts with, but as far as friends go, he doesn't really have any.

Xero is an evil speedster hedgehog from a universe that no longer exists. He is an energy vampire and power junkie. Xero wants to be the most powerful being in any universe and he travels through universes with the power of his Shadow Emerald (his universe's Master Emerald). Though he finds most beings to be weak, Xero has formed alliances with other evil beings to reach his overall goals. Xero hates Sonic the Hedgehog, all he stands for, and all whom love him. Xero has fangs to which if he uses on you will drain your power more the longer he bites you. Xero also has claws that if they cut you will eventually make you weak feeling and dazed if you're cut enough, or deeply enough.

1) I'll most likely laugh in your face if you come at me weird and horny.2) I don't take RP seriously. Been around too long to give a f***. 3) Two to five paras give or take for writing, whatever length for banter.4) I'm not in any rush ever for anything.