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  Full Name: Yuri Leclerc   Aliases: Yuri-bird, Yurikins, Underground Lord, Savage Mockingbird   Birthday: 12th of the Verdant Rain Moon; Imperial Year 1160 (August 12th)   Age: 19–20 (Pre-Timeskip), 25–26 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 5'7" (171 cm)   Personality: Described as being of crass speech but extremely devoted to the protection of Abyssians, even when it is not easy to tell, it is clear that Yuri is quite sharp-tongued and reserved upon his introduction, dryly teasing his fellow classmates. However, he is also shown to be kind under his rough exterior, and he cares deeply for the safety of those who live in Abyss, due to his upbringing in which he barely survived a plague that killed numerous villagers, thanks to the assistance of an elderly man his family had taken care of.Such caring is why he sides with any nation regardless of route chosen, stating that he doesn't like fighting losing battles and wants to ensure the safety of his people. This is further reflected on how he doesn't stay in the nation he allied with in his solo ending on any route, and always returns to the underground to ensure the prosperity of the Abyssians.Despite his looks, Yuri can be quite frightening when he wants to be, as his reputation as the Savage Mockingbird was established from swindling, participating in illicit markets, and manipulating others for a living in order to help the less fortunate by putting on a charming nature in order to manipulate the more privileged into giving him what he wants, with few daring to cross him.Like Claude, Yuri is an extremely skilled tactician and his personality can catch others off-guard. He always ensures that his tactics will always work as desired, even if it means he has to temporarily betray his allies without making them aware of his plans, and as such, he will often execute them alone, although he does appreciate assistance if offered. Being the boss of a gang of Abyssians, Yuri is also good at keeping secrets, although he will disclose them to those he has complete trust in.Despite being flippant about it, Yuri's honorable spirit makes him think little of himself due to his shady past, even telling a young girl that she should never say she wants to grow up to be like him. This also leads to him being genuinely shamed by the killings that landed him in Abyss, to the point of objecting when Rhea states she'll allow him to leave, only for her to point out that Yuri must live with what he has done. Yuri also holds absolute contempt for Miklan, calling him a slimebag for being a more repugnant criminal than he is along with believing he could run Miklan's gang in a better way.Yuri's roster profile reveals that he has a hatred of singing in public, reflected in a low affinity for attending Choir Practice and disliking being given a Book of Sheet Music as a gift. He is in fact an incredibly talented singer, and is shown in supports with Dorothea that he still will sing for children on occasion. It is revealed that his hatred for singing comes from his time spent in the Imperial capital, as during the peak of Dorothea's popularity as a diva, nobles vying for her "were willing to compromise with an inferior substitute", describing the experience of pleasing the nobles as leaving him feeling "filthy and unlovable".He is quite flirtatious with Byleth at times, though it can be quite difficult to tell whether it is genuine or not. He is also a devout believer of Seiros, as is his mother, and claims to have a habit of praying before any big event ever since he was little.   Backstory:He was born in the year 1160, in a poor town in Western Faerghus. His mother was a prostitute, and the identity of his father is unknown.At some point during his childhood, his family hosted and nursed an elderly man back to health. As a token of gratitude, he taught him how to read and write, the memory of which he kept within a notebook. Some time later, he fell deathly ill to a plague which wiped almost his entire town, but was saved and healed by the same elderly man, who passed away some time later due to natural causes. This chain of events inspired him to obtain his compassionate resolve. Full Name: Balthus von Albrecht   Aliases: King of Grappling   Birthday: 9th of the Blue Sea Moon; Imperial Year 1153 (July 9th)   Age: 26-27 (Pre-Timeskip), 32–33 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 6'6" (198 cm)   Personality: Rowdy by nature, Balthus is straightforward and non-judgmental, being one of the few to not fuss over things like Lysithea's quirks. He is surprisingly empathetic, as he was close with his younger half-brother and always believed he was better suited to be the head of their family, so he chose to leave in order to make handing his over inheritance that much easier.As the oldest student of the Officer's Academy, Balthus enjoys gambling and drinking, one of the primary reasons of his being in debt, but cannot control his urges to do so. While he may ask people for small loans, most notably Hilda, he never directly asks others to assist him in paying off his debts, as he prefers to resolve them by himself. If someone offers him any sort of aid, and he cannot repay them immediately, he vows to repay such favors someday no matter what.Despite his hearty and careless personality, Balthus can be quite insightful, which is referenced in both his budding talent in Reason, and the fact that he's the only person who can not only keep up with Claude's defensiveness over his past and his prodding, but he even turns it back on him, leaving Claude genuinely indignant and hypocritically upset at Balthus for trying to get a read into his past.Balthus is on good terms with Holst and his younger sister Hilda, despite not being in contact with them for years. He tries his best to take care of Hilda, even well after the timeskip, where he upholds the promise made to Holst years ago before hiding in Abyss. He also respects Holst's combat capabilities, stating that he wouldn't have a chance if he had to fight him. This respect turns into a prominent weakness that Hilda exploits to rein in Balthus' love for gambling and reckless behavior.   Backstory:Balthus' mother is a commoner from Kupala, a very secluded region within Leicester. His father is the leader of the Albrecht clan, a minor noble family from the east of the Alliance. She left Kupala to see the world, and he rescued her from danger; the two fell in love, married and had Balthus, but his mother was loathed by her husband's clansmates due to her lowborn origins so they constantly harassed her. The couple were forced to part ways: Balthus' mother returned to Kupala, and Balthus remained with his paternal family as the heir apparent, even when he did not consider himself cut to be the heir.Some time after the departure of Balthus' mother, Lord Albrecht was forced to marry a local noblewoman who also bore him a son, albeit one with no Crest. Balthus and his younger half-brother were pretty close, but the boy's mother loathed her stepson and was obsessed with her son becoming the heir of the family. All of this was followed by Balthus' own unruly behavior and the discovery of his Crest of Chevalier when he entered the Officer's Academy; his Crest was not supposed to have been passed on to anyone after the failure of the Rite of Rising, so Balthus and Lord Albrecht had lots of problems to keep the secret from the clan. Some time after Balthus' graduation he decided to run away since not only he was harassed by debt collectors and other enemies, he greatly feared that his cruel stepmother would either harm his mother and the Kupalans as revenge against him, take her frustrations on his father, or pit him against his brother.As he ran away from everyone in Leicester, after a bad encounter with bounty hunters near the Bridge of Myrddin he reached the territory of Lysithea's parents in Ordelia. By then, House Ordelia was already dominated by the Empire and could not give him shelter, but they still fed him and helped him escape from his pursuers despite the danger they were in. He has never forgotten the kindness of the Ordelias and hopes to repay them someday, as he explains to Lysithea in their supports.Eventually, Balthus made his way to Abyss, managing to lay low until it was safe to come out again.   Full Name: Constance von Nuvelle   Aliases: N/A   Birthday: 20th of the Lone Moon, Imperial year 1161 (March 20th)   Age: 18-19 (Pre-Timeskip), 23–24 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 5'5" (164 cm)   Personality: Constance speaks in a domineering, haughty tone, but maintains a scope of politeness and refined speech, being a noble before hiding in Abyss. At times, she can be rude, especially when loudly voicing her aspirations to restore House Nuvelle. Interestingly, Constance also seems to need praise to feel better about herself, as in her victory quotes she demands recognition.Due to the tragedy that befell her house, Constance suffers from dual personality disorder. Her aforementioned personality are her dominant traits when indoors or outdoors during darker hours or overcast days. When she is exposed to sunlight, she is much more lethargic, apathetic, and even self-deprecating. Her tone is much more polite, but always stated in a manner that seems like she is inconveniencing her conversational partner. This trait is also uniquely reflected in gameplay, as her personality exhibited during a given battle depends on the environment in which it's set.Magical research and development are Constance's favorite activities, believing that it is the best (and only) way to restore House Nuvelle and return it to prominence. However, these spells tend to have questionable utility, such as a spell that gives a rainbow hue to tea which, while beautiful, is ultimately useless. Another spell she develops – after an (ironic) suggestion of Yuri to “get down on all fours and lick [the nobles’] boots” in their C support (which she took literally) – would turn leather into licorice, something that earns her bewilderment from Yuri. That said, in most of her endings, her research eventually culminates in restoring House Nuvelle and making it well known across Fódlan.She holds some distaste for the Adrestian Empire as its actions led to her parents' deaths. Though she bears no grudge against Edelgard, even speaking in a friendly manner to her, she coldly dismisses her apologies for her father's actions. However, she admits if she had known about Edelgard being the Flame Emperor, she would have done everything in her power to stop her, even if it stopped her chance at restoring her family. Should Constance be recruited in Crimson Flower, though, she’ll change her viewpoint after admitting to forcing information out of Edelgard.   Backstory:Constance was originally a lady of House Nuvelle, a noble family from the Adrestian Empire that collapsed during the Dagda and Brigid War a few years ago, and is the only survivor. The tragedy that befell House Nuvelle deeply traumatized her, giving her a dual personality disorder that triggers when exposed to direct sunlight, as it reminded her of House Nuvelle's destruction. She is also a childhood friend of Mercedes.She attended the Fhirdiad Royal School of Sorcery and graduated in Year 1177.Following the collapse of House Nuvelle, Constance moved to Abyss, although she hasn't given up on her dream of reviving House Nuvelle, and she is watching vigilantly for a chance to do great things and gain worldwide recognition. Full Name: Hapi   Aliases: Half-Decade Hapi   Birthday: 15th of the Guardian Moon, Imperial year 1159 (January 15th)   Age: 20-21 (Pre-Timeskip), 25–26 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 169 cm (about 5'7")   Personality: Hapi is a passive girl who does not hide her general apathy to life, tending to hold a disinterested attitude towards everything due to her treatment by Cornelia in her youth. This is in part due to her curse, as Cornelia's experiments on her Crest would cause numerous monsters to arrive. As such, she tries to keep her emotions in check and not sigh as much as possible.Having a rather negative view towards authority and society in general, Hapi is the most cynical among those at the Officer's Academy towards the Church, and its knights in particular, seeing them as self-righteous and only doing good when it's convenient for them, as the Church and Knights of Seiros promised to help fix the curse that had been placed on her when she was rescued by them, only to force her to stay in Abyss "for the greater good" when no solution was able to be found, which she readily acknowledged as truth, but still believes acted as an excuse to make sure that if her powers did hurt someone, it wouldn't be anyone important. She ends up softening her views over time and acknowledges not all of them are bad when the church does truly charitable things (such as taking in the Remire villagers).Unlike her fellow Ashen Wolves, Hapi is very uncomfortable with having to fight the other nations due to how much she dislikes the idea of fighting people she once knew, often pointing out in Crimson Flower that she is not fully onboard with the war, and mainly fights out of belief in Byleth, with her quotes changing to her being more remorseful and having an air of self-justification.Hapi prefers to call other people by nicknames based on what she sees and believes of them. She calls Byleth "Chatterbox", Edelgard is "Eddy", Dimitri is "Didi", Claude is "Claudester", Hubert is "The Bert", Linhardt is "Linny", Ashe is "Freckles", Ignatz is "Iggy", Yuri is "Yuri-bird", Balthus is "B", Constance is "Coco", Catherine is "Cathy", Shamir is "Shammi" and Judith is "Judy".   Backstory:Hapi was born in the hidden village of Timotheos. When she was nine, she ran away, wishing to see the world, leaving her parents behind. While roaming, she was abducted and subjected to magical experiments. As a result, whenever she sighs, monsters are drawn to her.After being freed at age seventeen, Hapi found refuge in a church in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Three years later, however, she was discovered by the Knights of Seiros, and subsequently relocated to Abyss. She saw her relocation as a betrayal since the Church of Seiros explained that they'd actively help her fix her curse, only to essentially imprison her in Abyss when they were unable to find a cure; this caused her to develop feelings of disdain, distrust, and anger towards the Church and the Knights.  

  Full Name: Claude von Riegan   Aliases: Claudester, The Master Tactician, King of Unification   Birthday: 24th of the Blue Sea Moon; Imperial Year 1162 (July 24th)   Age: 17-18 (Pre-Timeskip), 23–24 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 175cm (about 5'9")   Personality: Claude is described as easygoing at the surface, but has a side that forces others to keep their guard around him. His introduction to Byleth at the Officers Academy emphasizes this as he refrains from divulging any information about himself to his potential professor to give himself a "sense of mystery" and to entice them to choose his house in order to get to know him better. While appearing lazy and casual, he is far more astute than he lets on and is always a few steps ahead of his peers during conversations.He tends to get along with those he interacts with, but his nonchalant attitude to his duties as heir to the Leicester Alliance seems at odds with each other and sometimes frustrates his fellow nobility classmates, namely Lorenz. Despite this, he has a wealth of knowledge of the Alliance's current state of affairs and has enough diplomatic sense to understand the ramifications of certain potential actions of Alliance against the neighboring country of Almyra.He is a cunning strategist, and is particularly skilled at mind games to throw his opponents off. He openly converses with Byleth about a ploy to give his house rivals food poisoning to give his house an advantage in the first mock battle. While he does not do so, he simply stated it to rile up his rivals. He cares greatly for those under his command, valuing their lives and advising them to retreat rather than fight to the death, as shown in Crimson Flower numerous times. He abhors killing, only doing so if completely necessary; his tactics generally rely on incapacitating the enemy. His skills as a tactician have grown significantly after the time-skip that his guise of neutrality intimidates other nations' advisers, such as Hubert, as they know he has ulterior motives in hand.Claude dislikes blind faith in gods, as he prefers to rely on the strength of men. On the other hand, he enjoys archery, long rides, subjects of curiosity, poetry, scheming and organizing feasts.   Backstory:Claude is the heir to House Riegan, the preeminent house of the Leicester Alliance, and the grandson of its leader through his mother, Tiana. Though he was born in Imperial Year 1162, he was not legitimated as heir until Imperial Year 1179, a year before enrolling at the Officers Academy.(Both pre and post timeskip)  Full Name: Lysithea von Ordelia   Aliases: N/A   Birthday: 28th of the Pegasus Moon; Imperial Year 1164 (February 28)   Age: 15-16 (Pre-Timeskip), 20-21 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 148cm (about 4'10"), 160cm (about 5'3") (Post-timeskip)   Personality: Though hailed as a prodigy, Lysithea is in truth an exceptionally hard-working student who desires to learn every day to improve herself to the maximum of her abilities. She states her skills do not come from natural talent, but merely determination and intense application and dislikes when people refer to her aptitude as merely a natural talent. She seeks to develop her skills as a form of independence so she no longer has to burden her parents, whom she loves dearly.As a result, Lysithea is constantly throwing herself into opportunities to learn as she seeks to make meaningful use of her every waking moment. She is efficient with her time and is annoyed when others waste it, developing impatience with those who provide even a minor inconvenience or hesitation. Her ultimate efforts have resulted in her being the youngest student in the Officer's Academy. As a result, she has a bit of a chip on her shoulder due to her age and dislikes when people treat her like a child, or at the very least she perceives they are doing so. She can be incredibly sharp-tongued when others annoy her or seem to be looking down on her.Though she attempts to act like an adult, Lysithea is terrified of ghosts and can be easily riled up when the subject is brought up. She is extremely fond of sweets, primarily cake, referring to it as "divine essence of the heavens". She treats it as if it was currency, as shown in a conversation with Felix where she gives him some to buy his silence. Try as she might, Lysithea tries to keep this fondness under wraps, but she often surrenders to her fondness and can be coaxed if it's used as an incentive.   Backstory:Lysithea is the eldest daughter and heir to House Ordelia. When she was two years old, her family suffered retribution from the Adrestian Empire for their role in House Hrym's revolt. She is a magical prodigy whose talents developed at an early age.   Full Name: Marianne von Edmund   Aliases: N/A   Birthday: 23rd of the Red Wolf MoonImperial Year 1162 (November 23)   Age: 17-18 (Pre-Timeskip), 23-24 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 163cm (about 5'4")   Personality: Marianne is one of the most unsociable members of the current students of the Officers Academy. She actively avoids most people as she fears that her presence will bring them misfortune and thus has a gloomy visage, complete with bangs that shadow her eyes and noticeable bags under her eyes. She often finds it hard to talk to others as a result and has spoken so infrequently that there are many students who have never heard her voice before. Even if she does speak, she is hesitant to express herself or her opinions, tending to speak in short statements and will try to detach from the conversation as quickly as she can. Marianne's speech is frequently punctuated by sheepish "um"s and "I'm sorry"s. Soft-spoken, but also polite, she tries to avoid inconveniencing people even in a minor manner. However, her self-deprecation sometimes makes people angry at her, especially short-tempered ones like Leonie.   Backstory:She has a fondness for animals in general as she is often seen conversing with them during her free time. She has a particular affinity for birds and horses, the latter of which has her bond with a horse named Dorte. When exploring the Monastery, Marianne is most commonly found near the stables. She appears to be deeply religious and prays to the Goddess every day.    

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[music will start if autoplay is ON]All I wanna do is surf and live it upAll I wanna do is skate, don't give a f***All I wanna do is rage and never sleepI'd rather get laid than countin' sheepAll I wanna do is f***, never fall in loveBut I'm way too drunk, can't get it upAll I wanna do is cry, smoke a lot of weedSkate only half pikes till my left foot bleedsAll I wanna do is toke and drink a fifthYou call it a joke, I call it a giftI wanna play guitar and turn it upI wanna steal a car and blow it upI don't give a f***Never gonnaI don't give a f***All I wanna do is sleep, stop having funForgot how to read, forgot the sunAnd when you looked at me, said here take this, I woke up 'cause life's a ri-ri-ri-ri-riskI don't give a f***Never gonnaI don't give a f***Never gonna FIDLAR  - "idgaf"  

-mana manipulation -ki manipulation -Spirit magic-4 elemental principles magic -Lava magic magic-expert craftsmanship-master swordsmanship-Enhanced speed/strength/agility/durability -expert tactical mindset-master weapon user 

My rules are pretty straight forward and pretty easy to follow.1. I am aware there are multiple Sakura's on this site and their only interested in women, but I am not that case. I am not into women and never will be so if your a female whos going to add me just be aware it will stay in the friendship zone.2. For any Sasuke who adds me just be warned going forward my character despises you and unlike the series she hasn't forgiven you and finds you rather annoying. There will be tention between them and possible avoidance but thats not to say it could possibly stay permanent that way. It just depends on the connection between them going forward. So please add me if your out there!! 3. If your looking for Ero or Smaut right off the bat you may as well skip me and move on, I am down for romances/love stories as long as there is a deep connection between characters and it will be a permanent situation. 4. I am a writer from the old MySpace days who does write up to novella I can work around what is comfortable with you as long as its more than one liners. I am drama free and friendly and will except mains and AU'S so please add me I love friendship!!!

some notes for guidance! • I'm very busy in real life, so ​​​please respect my time and do not hassle me.• Mitsuri although in the series seeks tseeksd a husband - canonically Obanai Iguro, Which I honor that and will only ship with a close trusted friend but! Otherwise, no shipping at all. If I see or sensed anyone trying to, you'll be removed. the Mun is taken in real life! Do NOT push that boundary or line. - I'll add more when i think of some! 

(A piece written for my buddy who RPs as Gale on Roleplayer.me taking place post the events of BG3. Spoilers most likely ahead!)~Astarion shifted from one foot to the other, jittery from the plume of haste spores he had to pass through to meet his contact from the surface. It wasn't like Derryth to be late, and having to stand idle was a grand annoyance in the state he was in. His fingers began to fidget and before he could cause any damage to the Noblestalk he harvested for her, he set it down on the large, short mushroom she usually used as a table. By the time she arrived he was pacing and humming to himself, the tune the same as the song Alfira once sang for him and his old companions back at the Emerald Grove. He hurried over to the dwarven merchant the very moment he caught sight of her, making her back up slightly. "Awfully eager, are ye?" She set her pack down and began rummaging through it, taking pause for a few moments to take note of the Noblestalk that sat on the table. This was a regular exchange between the two- Astarion harvested Noblestalk for her from the more dangerous parts of the Underdark and in return Derryth brought him news from the surface. He yearned to be back up there, to feel the warmth on his skin, to see his friends again, to live. He didn't feel like he was living amongst the Myconids, the deep gnomes, the Drow, and the Kuo-toa. And especially not with his fellow spawn. Though they had become well established and had spruced up and taken residence in the abandoned village, being amongst his brothers and sisters in undeath was too much like living back in the Crimson Palace. Even with Cazador gone most of them were still stuck in their own ways. Petras was even petitioning to become a leader of sorts. Disgusting. "Of course I'm eager, damnit." Astarion huffed and gestured dramatically. "What took you so lon-" His words were cut short when she shoved a letter at him that she pulled from her pack. The sight of it was sobering enough to at least make him stand still long enough to study it, holding it up in front of a nearby torch to try to look through the envelope. "Was told to give it to ya. Was given a nasty fright by the deliveryman. He looked an awful lot like those festering beggars who used ta bumble about the alleyways, but not quite. He was more regal... and he didn't smell nearly as bad."Slipping his hand to his hip, Astarion unsheathed his dagger and used it as a letter opener to carefully reveal the envelope's contents. The only people who knew he was now living in the Underdark were his former adventuring companions, but how would anyone know about his little business partnership with Derryth? After reading the letter and realizing it was penned by Withers, things made a bit more sense. Withers always seemed to know everything. "It's an invitation. To a party." He crumpled the envelope and shoved it into his pocket and then rolled up the invitation and tapped it against his palm. "A party for the heroes of Baldur's Gate." He rolled his eyes at the word 'heroes'. He didn't feel like one. Not now that he was banished to the shadows. He didn't even bother to resurface during the night anymore, settling on feeding off of briny fish blood when he could have been stalking the forests before sunrise."Yer a hero ta me- ye keep me store in business," Derryth pointed out lightheartedly, receiving a small grunt in response from Astarion while she set to packing up the Noblestalk. "Well, hero or not, I think I should make an appearance, shouldn't I?" The question, though rhetorical, still got a shrug from Derryth who seemed like she wanted nothing to do with helping Astarion come up with a decision. She never liked being in the Underdark for longer than she had to- something Astarion knew very well after hearing her gripe about it on multiple occasions. "I'm sure I've been missed." Saying it aloud and believing it were two entirely different things. Deep down he hoped he was missed, that he was wanted. It was something he hadn't felt since he ended up enslaved by his former master. Not genuinely at least. When Cazador missed him, it was the same way one missed their left shoe that ended up lost beneath the bed."I really should be on me way. Why not go to that party, eh? Bet the wine's better than ye have down 'ere." Astarion raised his brows. "Well, that's a good enough reason for me." With the letter in hand he returned to the spawn's village to make his preparations. _____________________________________________________________Dressed in his finest, Astarion stood amongst the trees fussing with his coat and his hair. He was apprehensive to make his approach even after making the trek all the way back to the camp where it all began. Hearing the hum of voices, the boisterous guffaw of Karlach's laughter, the obnoxious bravado of Volo spewing one of his many tall tales, Minsc being... Minsc... it was as if nothing had changed. But he felt changed. After tasting the sunlight only to loose it again he felt like he was nothing more than a shadow. He tried to get in touch with how it felt to genuinely feel like he was on everyone else's level; at least enough to be able to mask his unease. Maybe if he mingled with the one he felt the most comfortable around he'd be able to warm up to the rest. And that one, was Gale. His passionate prattling was always a welcome distraction from the dark and dismal thoughts that plagued Astarion while they were out adventuring.Squinting through the trees, Astarion set his sights on Gale and made his way through the camp waving and nodding and smiling at everyone with the same false confidence and pride that he always exuded. Even after they accepted his vulnerability when he allowed it to show after killing Cazador, he wasn't ready to show it again now that they were all living in the light and he was right back in the dark. To ease the blow he plucked up a full bottle of Berduskan Dark and promptly set to chugging after uncorking it. That same bottle of wine was soon held out to Gale as Astarion shoved it into his hands. "Letters? Are there any here for me?" He practically shoved his way to the box but paused when Tara scoffed. His crimson gaze turned towards the fussy Tressym then to the wizard upon who's shoulder she was perched. Crossing his arms over his chest he shifted his stance to a more relaxed pose and took him in from head to toe. "You clean up nicely." He teased with a playful smirk. "You too, Tara." He cooed with mock sweetness turning his attention back to the stack of letters, he noticed one addressed to Gale and he couldn't help but read aloud, "Professor Dekarios? Well now, someone's been very busy." He gestured towards a couple of nearby chairs and make himself comfortable in one and pat at the seat of the other before moving it to sit across from him.  

1) The most imporant rule of all. This is a roleplaying site. I am here to ROLEPLAY.I am not here to listen to "Real Life Drama" or "My Mental Ilness" or "My social Enxiety" e.c.t.I respect everyone's issues but in a roleplaying site we come to ESCAPE real life. So Keep this out2) I have respect for the lgbtq blah blah blah people but PLEASE...do not force it on me.Just because the fandom tries to force Jayce X Viktor stories doesn't mean that it's right. It's beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jayce is Straight and will remain so3) Please do not be like "I have discord, Talk to me on discord e.c.t" . Yes, you have discordGood for you...I don't and will never do. And if you simply add me so you can have more discord people you might as well just delete me. I value stories, not discord chitty chat4) Speaking of chitty chat...OOC is acceptable, Obviously...we discuss OOC and it'svery important to have an OOC bond together. However, as you might have already understood OOC has limits and i would prefer to minimized it in favor of a RP answer.5)Banter and Stream comments are acceptable and I love doing banter at least upto the point that banter shadows the main story. I prefer the main story6)You add me or I add you, I will always send greeting :) But be talkative. If i see thatDespite my greeting and all the conversation that will follow, you won't be talkative or collaborateinto creating a story I will delete you7)I always give 1 month to people to reply to me, After 1 month i send a warning message.24 hours after the warning if I don't receive a reply then I delete people cause i consider them mute 8)I roleplay multi para but i am willing to try to do less or more depending on people's choices, BUTUnder no circumstances will I accept semi or one line for stories9) I will return to the whole talkative part again because Despite stating it, many people will oversee it.Please...like...PLEASE...no matter who adds who...when we discuss story PLEASE be talkative. Stop this nonsense of "Sounds cool " Ok" "Sure" "yes" "good idea" "You start" LIKE STOP IT...STEP IN...This story is made for 2 people. You can't just let one person create the entire story and you just be like"ok sure" . COMMUNICATE Those rules will do for now. I am sorry if by reading this you might consider me a D*ck.

As a half-demon, half-human breed, Kuro was kicked out of her demon tribe as a baby and abandoned on the river. She was found by a martial artist, who took her in, despite them knowing right from the start that she was a demon- thanks to those red eyes of hers.A demon who was raised among humans- she was raised to be a very kind and gentle person and told what was right and wrong, and that the strong should protect the weak. She was trained to be a hero, using her immense strength for the greater good.Eventually, the other kids found out she was a demon and singled out. In a fit of fury and rage, her bully didn't live to regret it- she killed him with her bare hands. Upon realizing what she's done, no amount of apologizing would amend this. Her family tried to protect her, but she was eventually banned from the village and told never to return.She spent five years reflecting on what she's done, while at the same time, training in the wilderness. At age 14, she decided to finally come back to her village despite being banished, wanting to try one last time to see if she could repent for her sins.Only to find... Her village burnt to the ground. She arrived just in time to see the demon army march off, hundreds of demons marching off in the distance. She ran into the dojo, just in time to see the dozens of bodies littered all over the ground, seeing her ex-mentor lying on the ground dying. She ran up to him with tears running down her face and simply asked him... “Who did this to you?”“The demon lord.”He told her, before he added that she should not get involved with this war because she's not a human. But she was not listening, running out of the dojo, it became her mission to kill the demon lord.She chased after the demon army, eventually making it to the next town they were pillaging, just in time to watch them kill the men and capture the woman and children to be slaves. It was here where she was reminded briefly to not be consumed by her rage, as she watched those slaves suffer. There would be no point in any of this if she didn't save them.She ultimately failed to save them, getting beaten to a pulp and swatted like a fly, but lucky for her they just left her on the ground, thinking she was dead. Frustrated by how weak she was, she retreated to the icy plains in the north and resumed her training. She trained vigorously on her own for a full year, before she resumed her quest, beginning her journey.

TW: Aspyixation, Torture, Bibilical Guilt, Loss Killmichael, Mississippi.His hometown. All he'd known for all his life and something that was basically in his blood, coursing through his veins with every pump of his heavy heart. It was such a small town; they had two streetlights, a handful of police officers, and a motel that was notoriously known for more than bedbugs. There was something about this place; it took roots deep into your soul and kept people here. It'd kept Mama here, no matter how much she dreamt of leaving. She very well may have, but she had a baby on her hip. A ten-minute horizontal tango in the back of his Pa's truck produced the very shackles that weighed her down here. That confirmed she'd live, hate, and die here. She never tried to show it, but not so much to her son. She didn't have to because Rusty had eyes like everyone else in this small town. They could see that she never quite reached her lines despite her Southern hospitality, like at her waitressing job. The gray hairs flourished when she was barely out of high school--17 years old. Alone, a single mother, and having to pull herself up by her bootstraps so the baby could eat—it was admirably sad. She held her head up high; bright orange hair, like someone had set fire to some kindling with the same untamed nature to it, framed her head, which was something that showed like a beacon on her. Mama was humble and kind, but he knew she was sad. Even when his earliest memories of her were of singing his praises or reading him the Bible before bed."We is blessed, Rus. Highly favored in da Lawd. We got each otha' and that's all I could ask for. I love ya, son.""Look at my boy! He's amazin', isn't he?"She was lying, he knew, but it was nice to hear her try to lie to him. To spare his feelings that he had been the collar around his mother's neck to drag her to Killmichael, Mississippi. No one wanted to be here, not even the residents who had built up tradition here. It was why the very first thing he'd done when she'd died was bury her far from here. He wouldn't let her rot here, become the land, and be built on like she'd been her whole life.Oh, she wasn't his good boy anymore, either. He reckoned she was turning over in her grave watching what her son did, the boy she'd given up so much of her own hopes and dreams.  The Biblical teachings did little to shape him. Instead, they sat in his belly like acid that seeped into his body bit by bit. Solemn, shameful reminders that he was a sinner. That he was tainted and now all alone in this world.  Mama would be heartbroken to see him now.The sharp scent of Earth hit his nostrils, drawing him back from old memories; he glanced down at the knee at the back of the man's neck. He kept his face pushed deep into the thick mud, nearly asphyxiating him before yanking the man's head up. He gasped, still swallowing clods of worm-ridden dirt as Rusty yanked back at the man's scalp. A heavy sigh on his lips.  This was one of those jobs that he could hear Mama's voice:"Do unto otha's ya want done unto ya, Rus! Dont' be a biscuit!"A quick reprimand for mistreating his fellow Christians, like this poor sap that was caught hoping his loyalty to his Boss would save him. It wouldn't, unfortunately, and he felt they both were coming to realize that."Ya thinkin' a talkin', yet?""P-Please let me go I--""....Mama always said...we came from dirt..." He murmured, chestnut hues looking to the thicket of wood that encased them like a wooden cage. It was eerie quiet aside from the sputtering of the man beneath him, trying to speak before Rusty shoved his head back down into the mud. The victim's hands clawed back at the dirt, only sinking further in, constantly digging themselves, stirring more mud. It filled their nostrils and gapping mouth, through it all they gaspedf to that sweet taste of fresh air that Rusty refused to give. If Mama was right, and....she always was, right? Then why wasn't he good? It was like it wasn't ever in his DNA. Sometimes, he'd think it was his father's DNA, something in his genetics that just made him so good at being bad. "We came from dirt. We have to swallow it." The thrashing lessened. Muddy nails scratched at his wrists before the body went still. 

age: 15Powers/Abilities:Demon Strength: her physical strength far surpasses that of a regular human.Stockpile Strength: She can increase the power of her punches and kicks even further using stockpiling magic, which can hypothetically build up her power, multiplying the power of her strikes rapidly. But, it comes at a great cost and puts a heavy strain on her body. She can control where she uses this on her body, which will turn red, and become so hot that her skin is burning to the touch. When she releases all this energy, steam releases from her body from the immense heat. If she uses this to much, she will eventually just pass out from the heat.Regeneration: she can regenerate non-fatal wounds.Heat Resistance: Due to her demon herritatge, she is somewhat resistant to heat.Weaknesses:-Holy spells hurt her a lot, and she cant go in churches or simular monuments protected by gods.-Water magic, if stronger then her heat, can  make her unable to use  her stockpile power.

Despite his status as the ruler of all of Hell, Lucifer possesses a grandiose and dramatic nature, acting very over-the-top in most situations. He switches between being silly and theatrical and awkward and melancholic. Like Charlie, Lucifer is ambitious in his beliefs. Lucifer was an idealistic dreamer whose desire to gift humankind with free will led to the accidental creation of Hell and the subsequent banishment of it caused him to give up his dreams. After he and Lilith separated, Lucifer went into isolation and fell into depression. He coped by crafting and hoarding tons of rubber ducks, spending years in his home. This obsession also causes him to become estranged from his daughter, to the point where he barely calls her at all and thinks she does not want to talk to him. Lucifer is often times careless and doesn't think about what he says, even appearing clueless at times. For example, when confronting Adam, Lucifer misworded a verbal threat as an innuendo instead and smiled proudly afterward, and when Charlie corrects him, he forgets what he said. In his first meeting with Vaggie, he calls her "Maggie" right after being told her name. Additionally, even with his monumental position, he is rather socially awkward, for example, trying to connect with Charlie by excitedly bringing up that they both like girls. However, he is not afraid to fight or get violent, as shown when he fearlessly battles Adam and beats him up violently. In the process, he is unafraid to act cocky and successfully irritate Adam by reminding him about his failure with Lilith, as well as suggesting he slept with Eve. Lucifer shows more intimidation prowess when he orders Lute to "take her 'little friends' and go home". Even so, he adds "please" politely, showing his generally refined manner. As a father, he falls short of expectations. Although he loves Charlie dearly, he seems to be preoccupied with his own problems. He rarely calls her, and when he does, it's usually because he's bored or needs something. When Charlie reached out to him for help in setting up a meeting with Heaven, he was thrilled to hear from her. However, he couldn't recall where she was or what she was doing, even though she had shared her passion project, the Hazbin Hotel, with him months ago. He also wasn't aware that Charlie was dating someone, or that she was attracted to women. This indicates that, despite his love for Charlie, he doesn't communicate with her and hasn't built up a relationship with her, though it was shown that Lucifer was much closer to Charlie in her childhood, even being the one that inspired her to pursue her dreams and passions, only becoming more distant in Charlie’s adulthood. While he is the King of Hell, Lucifer hardly rules over his subjects and leaves them to their own devices. As a result, his name (and, by extension, Charlie) carries little weight. While the denizens of Hell recognize that he is a powerful force to be reckoned with, they seem to know that little, if anything, would make him show up. Lucifer dislikes the Sinners of Hell and describes them as "violent, destructive psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as possible". According to him, they are all "the worst" he does not believe they can be redeemed and he cares little for what happens to them. Despite his disapproval of Sinners, Lucifer hints that he regrets his role in ever giving them free will due to what they had done with it and the consequences that came from this. Although he understands his daughter's interest in rehabilitating Sinners, Lucifer is cynical about the idea of trying to save any of them, as he attempted to redeem sinners in the past, stating that Charlie doesn't know when he tried this all before, and that his dreams were too hard to defend. Since Heaven was so unwilling to listen to him in the past, he does not want Charlie to go through the same thing. However, she still manages to convince him to arrange a meeting in Heaven for her and Vaggie, which helps Lucifer regain faith in her plans. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying he had taken Lucifer's place as Charlie's father figure, Lucifer displayed jealousy toward Alastor, whom he began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and became insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. In "The Show Must Go On", he arrived late, but joined the fight against Adam and the Exorcists, helping Charlie defeat them. This protective nature is shown again when at one point, Adam tries to strike both Lucifer and Charlie from behind for them to block his blow and send him flying into the dirt. Dropping the mocking attitude he had previously given to Adam during their fight, Lucifer then proceeds to angrily berate Adam for threatening him and Charlie before beating him within an inch of his life, only stopping at Charlie's insistence.

Full name: Vil SchoenheitGender: Gender fluidAge: 18Romantic orientation: PanromanticSexual orientation: PansexualBirthday: April 9thNation: FontaineVision: DendroConstellation: PulcherrimaAffiliation: Fontaine, Opera Epiclese Vil's been raised by his father, who is an extremely famous actor and goes by the stage name Eric Venue. Possibly inspired by his father, Vil started acting from a young age, taking on roles in school dramas, and eventually moving on to the big stage. But Vil was always casted as the role of the villain or the bully, which started to bother Vil early on in his acting career. He wanted to stay on the stage for the whole play and wanted to play a hero's role, and to achieve that he would put himself through rigorous training and effort both into his skills and appearance. Yet he was never chosen for anything but a villain's role, which left him feeling frustrated. Despite his building negative feelings, Vil never stopped putting in the effort or giving up his hope as he was growing up. Perhaps one day, he can be the hero. One can only hope.