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

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

PLEASE NOTE I AM ONLY STRAIGHT I AM ONLY INTERESTED IN MALES ONLY!!!!!!!1/ male Boss and i am Employee2/ The Seductive Stranger male and i am just human female who is shy3/ male Massage Therapist and i am your client4/ male The Professor and i am Student5/ Masquerade ball that can lead to passion , lust , dangerous , desire , anything6/ Drug / Alcohol Use scene7/ threesome or gangbang with males only no females is not allowed i am only female that can be in it8/ Double Penetration males only with me9/ Private Roleplay10/ Roleplay Perspective - Third Person11/ Multiple Characters12/ instant Hookups or one night stand13/ friends with benefits14/ Fantasy15/ drama with bad ends , kidnapping ( no rape)16/ Dating17/ Nightclubs / Bars meet up18/ Multiple Partners/ love triangles19/ Military Themes20/ Romance21/ Scenes Shower/Bath/any scenes22/ males being dominant character and i will only be submissive character which ends to dom/sub play with BDSM and rougher but no rape please23/ pregnancy depends on who am i with and how the story goes24/ love triangles relationship25/ cheating26/ desire , lust , passionately , roughly , harder , deeper , hardcore and dangerous friendships or relationships or roleplays27/ affairs28/ One-night stand: It wasn’t an accident.29/ Repeated sex affairs30/ Romantic love affair31/ Lustful affair32/ Relationship argument33/ Betrayal relationships34/ male royal bodyguard , male royal prince/king , male royal teacher and i will be a princess or a queen35/ male vampire , male werewolf , male hybird , male dhampir , male human/male half human , male wizard and i will be all of them since it is my character36/ male knight and i will be the princess or the queen37/ blackmail and threats roleplays relationship38/ male ex bf, male ex husband and i will be the ex gf or ex wife39/ male mafia and i will be just normal of my character40/ Draco x Hermoine - any plot at any time with any twist with desire , lust , passionately , roughly , harder , deeper , hardcore and dangerous and love triangles41/ Game of Thrones but only with john snow , Robb Stark or Prince Daemon TargaryenQueen connections that queen can have for her main or her characters.1/ daddy (only as a dominant types just not daddy as a family )2/ friends with benefits3/ master4/ dominates5/ secret lovers6/ partners7/ lovers8/ husbands9/ divorced partners.10/ best friends11/ drunk friends12/ enemies to friends13/ secret friends14/ friends over holiday15/ soulmates16/ mates17/ sirebond18/ desire bond19/ jealousy20/ co-workers21/ workers22/ Mafia ( i will not be a mafia so that is a male role)23/ student and teacher (but i will only being a student but the student will be from 20-year-old so other words its Tafe or college)24/ have mutual friends but don't get along.25/ professional relations, e.g. a boss, professor, or other work relations.26/ drug dealer27/ male boss28/ ex bf , ex husband29/ king or pricne30/ bodyguard or knightand many moremy name is maggiedarkness or maggie williams but i go by eve black on here 

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

004. ``` The spirit of radio.Play that song that's so elusive.www.aniroleplay.com/LightfallVaggie was ready to scream. The chaos in the hotel was driving her nuts. It wasn't enough that these people were trashing the place. But the fact Alastor was seemingly just enjoying the madness.And, finally. She had enough. "Out. I can't put up with this anymore! Angel, sweetie. Please. Just take the others out. I don't care where. I need a few bit of peace!"Of course, when they all left, including the staff. It meant Vaggie was stuck alone, but, since the battle she felt isolated. Left alone by the others or, simply shunned for what she was? She wasn't sure. Was she just imagining it, her self loathing simply conjuring another demon to battle with? Or, was it reality. With the chaos they'd left her with though. Vaggie had to clean. Usually, Niffty's job. But. . . Perhaps she'd simply use the chance to get the frustration out of her system.Vaggie breathed out. It was time to get to work but she needed something else. Something loud. Anything to just. Get ger mind off things. Off the deal. Off everything. She headed upstairs, grabbing a record. The one positive of Als own specific musical and stylistic tastes, the vinyls she had in her room were easy to play pretty much anywhere. And there was a decent record player downstairs. Al would likely not approve of the musical selection but, he was gone like the rest. Slipping the record out of its sleeve as she arrived on the main floor, she placed it on the player, let the needle touch the record, and the roar of Neal Pearts drums and the guitar of Alex Lifeson roared out,as she began to clean. Geddy Lees vocals echoing in her mind and reminding her of better times."Know your place in life is where you want to beDon't let them tell you that you owe it all to meKeep on looking forward, no use in looking 'roundHold your head above the crowdand they won't bring you down"Vaggie's hands moved as she picked up garbage left by angel and fat nuggets. She couldn't get too mad at those two. She was glad for the change in Angel, becoming less fake around them. He still gave her plenty of sh*t, but in the sweetest way he was capable of. And, she had begun to appreciate his charm.'You can tell me that I got no classLook around, you'll see who's laughin' lastDon't give me speeches 'cause they're oh so drollLeave me alone, let me rock and roll' As Vaggie moved, her body swaying lightly as the music carried her through the work, she remembered Adam, and Lute, she was glad that they weren't in her life. With the passing of time the way they treated her was more obviously abusive at the best of times. Cruel at the worst. But there were happy moments too. Laying around after a day of training with the two, Adam selecting an album like London Calling or Screaming For Vengeance. Whatever they needed, he seemed to know the songs for the occasion. And they always put Vaggie in a good mood, she could tell the same was true for Lute. In another world the three would have been as close as she was with Charlie. But that wasn't the reality.'The guns replace the plowFacades are tarnished nowThe principles have been betrayedWould dreams gone stale but still let hope prevailHistory's debt won't be repaid'Vaggie moved to the next task, getting rid of the bottles strewn about husks bar. He had a bad habit of storing the old ones, and as she moved her hands, the erratic guitar of the next track made her move faster. It was almost jazzy in its composition. But more modern jazz than what Alastor would have been used to. And as she finished side 1, and moved to flip the record, she felt a shiver at that thought. Like eyes were on her. But, this was typical in the hotel. When one was alone, it seemed everyone felt eyes on them. Sir Pentious had made that clear himself. And as she put the other side of the album on, and heard the opening riff to Fly By Night. . . Her memories of the past flooded back again.'Why try? I know whyThis feeling inside me says it's time I was goneClear head, new life aheadIt's time I was king now, not just one more pawn'Vaggie had listened to this album two days before the most fateful extermination she'd participate in. The one she'd lose her eye, and her status as an angel in. And as the lyrics Lee was singing came to her, as she continued cleaning, her voice began singing along, at first quietly, but growing loud, and proud. Her wings expanding as she took to the roof,"Fly by night, away from hereChange my life againFly by night, goodbye, my dearMy ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend"To anyone listening, it almost sounded like Vaggie was planning on bolting. On ditching it all. That had been her mood, the last time she'd given this record a spin. A desire to flee. To leave heaven behind, but where could she go? She felt trapped. It was in the moments after she'd landed in hell her mind had been made up, she'd not go back up when the cleansing was done. She'd abandon her uniform and hide among the sinners, she couldn't do it anymore. She'd have to put on a show. . . She'd lost, of course. She wasn't an entertainer or actor like Adam or Alastor. She was a fighter. And then, the words to that second verse came from her lips"Moon rise, thoughtful eyesStaring back at me from the window besideNo fright or hindsightLeaving behind that empty feeling insideFly by night, away from hereChange my life againFly by night, goodbye, my dearMy ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend"Charlie had been the thoughtful, and kind eyes that looked back at her, and gave her that fearless feeling, where hindsight no longer mattered. She'd felt empty, before she'd come to hell. She was full of friends. Of joy of laughter and of love. She'd long finished the cleaning, but the song hasn't ended, neither had her singing."Start a new chapter, I find what I'm afterIt's changing every dayThe change of a season's enough of a reasonTo want to get awayQuiet and pensive, my thoughts apprehensiveThe hours drift awayLeaving my homeland, playing a lone handMy life begins today" I will choose a path thats clear, I will choose free will template credit. ```

    [BUNNY]    CONCEPT    The character’s basic position in the story and in her own fictitious existence.    The Hierophant - Divine inspiration. Mercy. Control over spiritual needs. Conformity.    IMPULSE    The character’s wants, needs, instincts, dementias, etc..    Seven of Wands - Beating the odds. Victory over all competition. Winning a fight or struggle.    IDEAL    The character’s beliefs, goals, hopes, fears, morals, etc..    Two of Wands - Creative use of energy. Bringing together ideas. Focusing on a single objective. Working together for a common goal. Unifying forces.    PAST    How the character’s saga began.    Nine of Swords RX - Improved outlook. Better health.    INTERIM    What went on between the Past and the Present. How the character got where he is now.    The Star - Hope. Sign of good things. Renewed faith. Fulfillment in life's pleasures.    PRESENT    The character’s current lot in life.    The Lovers RX - Separation. Division. Conflict.    FUTURE    What is likely to happen to the character in the future.    Page of Cups RX - A selfish person. Secretive. A liar or lazy person.    [FUSE]    CONCEPT    The character’s basic position in the story and in her own fictitious existence.    Nine of Swords RX - Improved outlook. Better health.    IMPULSE    The character’s wants, needs, instincts, dementias, etc..    Queen of Swords RX - Cruel and deceitful. Bad tempered.    IDEAL    The character’s beliefs, goals, hopes, fears, morals, etc..    Ten of Swords RX - Improving situations. A slight edge over one's hardships. A pause in calamity.    PAST    How the character’s saga began.    Two of Swords RX - Flasehoods. Lies. Treachery.    INTERIM    What went on between the Past and the Present. How the character got where he is now.    Knight of Wands RX - Unforeseen disruption. Sudden change of plans. Interruption. Delay.    PRESENT    The character’s current lot in life.    Judgment RX - Fearful of death. Guilty feelings. Worry. Delay.    FUTURE    What is likely to happen to the character in the future.    Six of Swords RX - Inability to break free of bad circumstances. Entrapment in miserable events.I pick the cards at complete random from various points in the deck so how dink ass up there almost got all swords is a mystery 🫠 albeit it's fitting so I guess it worked out.

Perhaps some more information is needed to understand our goddess...Mia is a Goddess of Mercy who is new to the realm of deities, because of this she aims to raise her followers so that her power grows and is able to aid them better. She is not a deity to sit and merely listen but will greet her followers or potential ones to answer their prayers. Which often gets her in trouble, she doesn't think to add rules or limits (but I do) and is easily misused because of this.Her wings and halo can be masked from others gazes to appear like a human female should. But she is a goddess so can not grant one the mercy of children from her. Nor can she revive someone slain for a time. She's scared of the God of Death cause he is uaually grumpy from his 24/7 never ending gig. Wealth, glory or even a bed mate... so long as you plea it will show such mercy to you then she won't think to deny it. But she isn't stupid, just easy to manipulate. Mia can tell when she is dealing with a mortal or dealing with an immortal or even a devil in disguise.  But again if you claim to be in need of mercy she wouldn't hesitate.How to summon Mia?Simple, pray to the Goddess of Mercy and she will descend down to you. Again she doesn't hesitate ...she really lacks common sense being a goddess and what not.Any Kinks?Please ask

“You land dwellers and your steel. Without it, what are you other than a bunch of hairless apes? At least act like the Archons had intended, wield the flow of The Tide without hesitation. Instead of swinging around pointed sticks, why not turn the land to yours with so much as a mere glance?” - Orland Zyph’ra , Captain of The Maiden’s Wing The Land of Kaferia is an airborne nation created from generations worth of magick’d parcels of land being raised as a safe-haven for The Tide Touched who sought escape from The Dark One’s Thorn on the surface of the Galvian Continent. Here magick roams as free as the magicians who would have been in either captivity, or employed by great generals to wage war. Wanderers from all walks of life charter vessels to brave the winds to find themselves on the cobbled streets of Kaferia for the sake of one thing or another, usually escaping the woes of mad wizards’ curses, or the touch of dreamed demons in their influence. Rarely, one may spot orphans looking to apprentice beneath the tutelage of an older magician, or the occasional mercenary looking for an enchantment. Removed from the affairs of surface life, Kaferians consider themselves above the compulsion to serve any throne and instead swear fealty to the Order of The Tide, a collective of magicians who trace their lineage back to the first of the mansions raised to the skies to create what they now walk on. Shailoh known as ‘The Vanguard’ began his journey in this nation, having chartered a vessel with what funds he had gotten from his parents on his eighteenth name day. When he had arrived, a member of The Order of The Tide had met an unfortunate end at the hand of a steel dagger, causing the nation’s lockdown and of course thrusting Shailoh into a conspiracy unlike any the youth had experienced on the surface.  

1. Patience: I have a life outside roleplay including working, alot of errands, gaming and life. So please be patient with me in replies.i have a discord but I don't give it out so quickly until trust is earn.2. drama: its not something i do or plan to deal with. I been in rp since 05 MySpace, I know how bad people get when it comes to drama and the second I sniff it out I will not hesitate to cuss you out if you bring it to me or straight block you.3 kindness for weakness: I am the type to give people a fair chance so you don't have to worry about me pushing mot giving you a chance due to your race, gender or whatever. That being said please respect me as I respect you. If you hate something I said then speck up, if not don't make a big deal out of something that could easily be nothing.4. Rp Length: I don't mind if someone roleplays with long replies or short replies, just make it detailed enough for me to understand.5. timer: if we are rping and it's been 3 weeks to a month with no reply or some sort of update I will conclude you drop the rp and move on. I don't mind waiting since everyone gets busy but at least give a heads up if life hits you.6. No random starters: they Will not be replied too. Please don't do it. My oc can fit in any time line and almost every setting but alot of them feel very forced. Just give me a heads up before sending it.7. No force/godmod: please...don't. If a situation comes that can trap or imprison my character that is fine, same with defeating her but please don't make up stuff as a rp goes along. My oc is very powerful but definitely not Invincible. 8. No force story: i have a total of 3 ocs (pretty much the same character) and I make their stories unique and detailed so I can not accept anything such as my oc being in another family or being married/romance for the sake of the story. So please don't push anything like that.9. rudeness: in rp my character is a evil bitch. She will say rude things, call your character names and belittle you due to her evil nature. If this feels like it is too much you are always welcome to ask me to tone it down. I had many people take it as me being rude myself.10. Timer: Timeru add me theb please send a intro, doeant have to be today or tomorrow but sometime soon. If I don't get one within a week I'll probably end up deleting you. Same with anyone that message me, if I don't get a heads up you need a break or a hiatus I'll end up deleting you. I'll allow readda but only so much till I say nah.(update more rules later)

Basic Info   Name: Shi Amaya Shikimori   Nickname: Nightmare, Azure Empress, Mother Shi (nun path)   Age: 32   Sex: Birth Female/Morph Futa   Alignment: Lawful-evil   Nationality: Shikimori Realm (a Realm full of gods and all creatures alike)   Ethnicity: Black/Asian   Race: Baphomet Demi-God (with over 100 other races inside her that she's eaten)   Sexual Orientation: Asexual   Occupation: Ruling Tyrant, Black market Mercenary, Secret Dark Nun. (currently applying for a nurse job)   Likes: Power, Money/treasure, Being worshipped/having minions.   Dislikes: Gods, Phoenixes, Heroes, Her Family, Amy (Good self), Tomatoes   Favorite foods: Junk foods, meat related food, cheap fast food.   Fears: Her birth father due to trauma.   Characters Inspired by: Urizen (DMC5), Enchantress (DC), Esdeath (Akame ga kill), Arlecchino (Genshin Impact), Freiza (DBZ), Junko (Danganronpa), Featherine, Satanic LorePowers & Abilities   Forms: Base humanoid form, Baphomet Empress (Devilish like boss form)   Weapons: Onimaru (broken Red Samurai sword belong to her real self, only owns 60% of the blade part), Savage hand to hand combat and enhanced super strength   Abilities: Regeneration, giving sleeping people nightmares as a side effect from her aura, Slime Devouring, Various self-cast Azure Magic abilities, Savage hand to hand/katana combat, Teleport, Necromancy (ability to make Immortal zombies that can only be killed with heavy holy attacks or unknown special abilities), Respawn, Time erase (only up to 10 seconds. 30 seconds in Baphomet form), Time stop (limited), Various Hell magic (Baphomet mode), Time Forward (Baphomet mode).   Realm ability: Nightmare Land. A Realm made by her Devouring ability to send her and her opponent into a small suburb city that switches from Misty and quite to hellish and destructive. Anyone Devoured souls stay here, robbing them of heaven or hell. Anyone teleported here by nightmare is stuck fighting her undead minions, Slime monsters who only goal is to devour survivors or other people she allow to stay alive until they went insane and attack anyone on site for survival.   Weaknesses: Phoenixes, heavy holy spells, heavy fire abilities.    Power scaling: Country level-Star level (humanoid) Cosmic ??? (100% Baphomet mode)(Back story coming soon, if you wish to know just ask)

Name: Alexander Rosenthal (Alex for short) Age: 18 Gender: Male (Femboy) Orientation: Bi-Sexual Dom/Sub Role: Switch Height: 5ft 6in Weight: ??? Occupation: College Student Hobbies: Streaming, Video-Chatting, Hanging out Personality: Fun, Chill, Lewd, Funny, Horny Alex is an all around pretty chill guy, loving to stay in a play video games. Though he isn't opposed to going out, and partying every once in awhile. He's a full-time college student, who does web design in his freetime, for a little extra cash. He also loves to stream video games, but he doesn't have a huge following, only about 30 average viewers. One day he hopes to reach 1000 viewers, but it's just something he does for fun. For a bit of extra, extra cash, and to feel a bit of a rush. Alex does have a hidden OF, account where he likes to broadcast/record himself. Obviously Alex lives behind his computer screen, when he isn't dragged out of the house.

Age: 9776 Race: DemonSpecialization: Healing (others but he would only do this with making a deal..of courseAbilities: Immortality, Invulnerability, Super senses, having immense strength and stamina and Immunity.Height: 6’7 Personality: Deceitful yet Honest. Cold and Mysterious. Dominant. Flirty. In the dark, a crack of a whip, and suddenly you're confronted with a daunting being of hatred and flesh. Two fiery eyes and another flicker escapes from its fiery mouth in a fit of rage. Two jagged horns adorns its head, which itself is glowing with incredibly intensityof blackness. Fleshy body. Gaping wounds show an infernal fire within, but you don't wish to find out the probably horrifying specifics.

warning: horror, dismemberment, delusions, blood The shrill scream from the television screen, the height of orchestral music as the chase began between the masked serial killer and the last girl. Purely living because of plot armor, chance, and not having had sex at camp we-should-have-left-the-mountain-folk-alone. It was a B movie and had some gimmick camp kills. Minami thought the toss into the campfire coated in chocolate and marshmallows was a sweet way to go. The thrill was there; that was all she needed for this date night. "Oooh, she's gonna trip!" She whispered, feeling the warm hand squeeze at her exposed thigh from her bejeweled mini-skirt.  "See!" A sickening crack of bone, a whimper from the last girl, crawling desperately as the killer crept at an agonizingly slow pace--was he trying to have her away or what? Finger playing with the hem of the jean skirt, her breath did catch a moment she tried to keep her focus on the movie--how could she? Finally, the stars had aligned and she was alone with them! Not only that, but they'd hit it off and made dinner together! We played a quick card game and were snuggling down for a scary movie! Minami had promised herself to take it slow, not to rush, and....that she wouldn't feel so desperate to kiss them. Then why was there a strawberry-flavored sheen to her lips, an extra button popped down from her light pink cardigan to expose tantalizing cleavage, and even as the movie went on, she was nuzzling closer--she had to act a little scared, right? That was the normal thing to do during a date with your crush!A muffled scream disrupted the illusion, the dream, and she scowled a bit. She glanced briefly over her shoulder from the couch, the light from the television set casting her shadow against the wall, before she turned back to her date. "I'll be right back, 'kay? Lemme know if she gets got, huh?" She giggled, brushing her thumb across the palm pressed to her thigh before placing it on the couch.There was an extra skip in her step as she made her way down the hall; the walls were decorated with her accolades throughout her life and some family photographs. The vastness of her shadow melded into the hallway's darkness the further she got from the living room. The bookcase stood at the end, with a vase beside it, and she lifted it up to set it down onto the ground. The muffled noise was louder now, clearly a voice:--ELP!! HE-HELP!!Pale blue fingernails, cut coffin style, were decorated with white wisps and small, shiny stones as she grabbed the spine of the book. It gave way and the bookcase popped open like a door, she stepped inside as her palm slapped against the wall within the room. A few pats and the lights finally flickered on, revealing the woman's look on her face. "You can't even like chill for me to enjoy the movie, huh?  Friggin' lame-o!" She yelled down at her crush, and the reality set in again--her reality.Her crush was a crumpled mess over a soft pink table, arms outstretched over the length of with their right hand cuffed, it was clear their nails had dug into the wood of her favorite armoire piece, too! The clanking of the metal handcuffs, the chain suspended up on the tiled roof. A ridiculously sterile-looking environment aside from the dark crimson that slid down from the table, there was a medium-sized puddle of the ichor there, and her crush began to scream again. The blood came from the stump of an arm, a butcher's knife coated in blood cast off far out of their reach. How else was she supposed to enjoy her ideal horror-movie date with her crush while holding their hand when they were so uncooperative?!The action happened before her brain could rationally decide what was the smartest decision, she had stormed into the kitchen while her crush yelled expletives at her and had chopped off their hand in a single, powerful wack as they begged to be released. Her weakened crush was sprawled out on the table, bloodless and struggle would exhaust anyone, and she stepped forward into the single bulb of light in the room.  Their fingers spasmed, brushing up against their hand momentarily, she scoffed."Now, you wanna hold my hand? L.O.L" Offended, she yanked her hand back and stomped off. Grumbling to herself, a garble of words that only she could understand she took her seat back on the couch. The severed hand was leaking against the armrest, she took a shallow breath before she hesitantly reached out to the disembodied hand.  The television was already showing the credits to the end of the movie; her aqua-colored eyes grew wide."You gotta rewind! I didn't think I'd miss it, don't spoil!" Picking the hand up, she set it back against her thigh, a gentle sigh--this was fine. It was fine.

https://www.aniroleplay.com/606145 this "mommy" got mad when I found out she was Risa, trying to bait a troll then whine about it on status.She was vindictive, here she is, her alt.https://www.aniroleplay.com/606012

Name: Ayame and Asagi MisakuraAge: 21Height: 5'9" (Both)Weight: 115 lbs (Both)Gender: Female+ (Both)Orentation: Lesbian (Both)Role: Dominant (Only sub to eachother)Ayame and Asagi Misakura are twin sisters wich an exceptionally close bond. The two do everything together, and share everything between them, the two are never seen without eachother. The two are nearly identicle, the only difference is Asagi, the older twin, has a small mole under her left eye.Ayame and Asagi come from an extremely wealthy family that owns one of the largest and most influential companies in the world, when their parents passed away they inherited the company and run it's day to day opperations remotely from their home. Though they do have a team of trusted advisors to assist them in this endeavor. On the surface they appear to be kind, sweet, gentle women, but behind closed doors the two are cruel and sadistic. They do what they want, when they want, and to whoever they want without remorse or fear of consequences. A team of lawers, law makers, and various police orginizations are on their payroll, with this they are practically free of any and all consequence for their actions.