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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.

You add you start. I add I start.I don't use Discord to RPParagraph and up only, one-lines get ignored, but I don't touch anything close to novella.Random starts or discussion are both fine with me.The twins are a package deal.If you want more info, ask, can only really do generic info here..All RPs with this account will be adult/18+ themed and backed by a little bit of story.Feel free to remind me if I've not gotten back to you after a while. I live a busy life and don't always get online daily.Don't control my character in any capacity.

We all have our light and dark sides. Here you can express yourself. This proves that YOU are NOT the only one out there. Here you can express what you are feeling without being ridiculed by the UN-Normal people. Whether it be good or bad. You can ally yourself and connect with some people and find out who not to with. 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗝𝗢𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗.

Name: Coralio “Harmonia” InokiOther names: Cora, Corazon, King’s Right HandAge: 17-23Occupation: Professor Juniper’s assistant, Ex-Team Plasma ExecutiveGoals: Explorating every region, having fun battles, atonementHistory: Coralio grew up in Unova’s beautiful and tranquil Anville town, surrounded by the dense verdancy of it’s forests. He spent all of his time with wild pokemon that inhabited the area, as well as trading items with the many tourists and collectors that would visit Anville town. Cora was first recruited into team plasma by Ghetsis, who regurgitated the same lies he told N, Concordia, and Anthea. The four spent many years together as Coralio became one of N’s many bodyguard. Cora still visits his 3 siblings very frequently and gives N most of his attention by far. Coralio became the assistant of Professor Juniper after team plasma fell, who noticed the boy’s skill and love for pokemon. He sees this as an opportunity to “atone” for any wrong-doings caused by fighting for team plasma.Personality: It takes a while to get to know Coralio, but if there's anything you should know it's that he's honorable and objective. While he was a member of team plasma Cora would only liberate Pokemon from trainers he found to be detestable. Of course he's also playful, appreciative and discreet, but is prone to envy. He is admired for his strong sense of honor, incredible aptitude for battling, and his ability to remain calm. His difficult nature and crude approach can cause things to heat up on personal levels.

Stas Sinine is a young boy born into a clan of Blue Oni known for their incredible metal work. The clan strives as artisans of anything from great statues to intricate weapons, and many things inbetween. The way metal gives way for the Oni clan is almost unnatural and allows for smithing to be done with ease. They are proud of their craft and have strong bonds with one another, but it is not uncommon for the oni to leave on their own in pursuit of their own ambitions.  Stas however is a tiny boy with no real goal in life, who wanders aimlessly making money using his incredible aptitude for fixing and crafting metal. He comes off as lazy and inattentive most of the time, as he usually wears a dull expression and speaks in a very monotone voice. However the boy is rather intelligent despite his demeanor, but has a hard time displaying it anywhere but in his expert craft. He is gullible, naive and easily swayed by most people, which oftentimes lands him in bad situations that he himself may not understand. The boy has had heightened senses ever since losing his eyesight at a young age during a bandit raid on his home. The lack of eyesight has allowed Stas to hone his other senses, which was easy due to the animalistic disposition an oni naturally possesses. Although entirely blind the boy doesn’t seem to have too much of a hard time getting around on his own, relying on his keen sense of smell and hearing to guide him, as well as his uncanny ability to know his surroundings. Stas prefers to play the supporting role when accompanied by someone, as he finds joy in helping people and has a difficult time taking charge on his own.   The young blue oni is petite and has soft features, sometimes indistinguishable from a young girl, but has inherent muscle mass due to both his background and occupation. He is also very strong for a boy his age and can easily overpower an average full grown male. His brown hair is just below shoulder length and slightly unkempt. His skin is a nice and even shade of blue over his entire body with brighter shades on his palms and soles, and darker blue on his eyelids due to the scar tissue. Stas keeps his eyes wrapped in a white blindfold decorated in light pink flowers to hide the gruesome scars, the blindfold being bound by an ornate platinum needle. Stas has two small horns protruding from the top of his forehead with soft tips that he involuntarily rubs when nervous. His nails are a deep black color and have a sharp tip that he is very careful with. The boy’s tongue is also black in color. Usually wearing loose and flowing clothing, Stas enjoys wearing hooded ponchos that cover most of his body because they make him feel secure, but he almost never wears anything on his tiny feet.  The boy is prone to being an outcast because of his appearance, but is always friendly and accepting… he could also really use your business.

Full name: Taira ShinjuiroNicknames: Shin, Shinju/O-Shinju, Pearl (The ‘shinju’ in his name means Pearl)Age: VariesRace: Half blue oni, half human/JapaneseOccupation: Many jobs, mainly works in a peculiar fancy teahouse often visited by wealthy people and gang members.Skills: Cleaning, cooking, acting, near superhuman strength(although weak for an oni), massaging, lying, applying make-up, multitaskingWeaknesses: Socializing, being genuine, anxiety, trust, sweets, swimmingGoals: Living in a huge home, finding love (he won’t admit to this), having reliable friends Pearl is a poor, unfortunate boy who lives alone in the slums and makes a humble living however he can. He goes though everyday life with a practiced smile.Being a particularly high strung, half blue oni, Pearl has issues socializing, tending to push people away and distrust them. Pearl has delicate, feminine features like that of a young lady, which his peers have made fun of at every opportunity. He claims to not care, but it bothers him. However he is proud of his delicate features. Pearl is standoffish and fickle by nature, but is very loving and selfless for certain people. Pearl loves to be babied when no one is looking.He wears a facade of seemingly genuine meekness when working, being almost entirely subservient to his boss or employer as to ensure he is paid and treated well. He claims to hate acting that way for something as soulless as money, but is he being truthful...?

*The purpose of this character is to help living souls better themselves in some shape, way or form, and to retain her true memory. While mature themes are appreciated, they are not preferred.HistoryEuphemia's birth was as common as any other, born on a summer night, a quick and easy delivery. There was nothing extraordinary about her birth, and her parents followed that idealization her entire life. While she did not want for nothing, her childhood was anything but pleasant. Her parents were not warm creatures, never offering a hug, or kind word at her expense. Often times her curious nature got her into plenty of trouble, no matter the medium she wished to explore. She's taught proper etiquette at a young age, cooking, cleaning, and most importantly, a woman's proper place in the household. Seen, not heard. Any protest spoken would only result in a punishment of some kind, usually a beating either by hand, belt or random household item. This only furthers her timid nature, instilling an insistance to please others, and to overall; be good. Once married off, her parents seem pleased with her existence, overjoyed at the idea of a grandchild. It is around this time she begins going by Effie, now out of the clutches of her parents grasp and into a home of her own. From the beginning, her husband Samuel is kind, and even expresses his disinterest toward her parents. Effie tends to his every need, and you would never find her complaining. Despite her upbringing, she's a gentle soul, happy for the life she's given, cheery, bubby and grateful. She is happy to do as he asks of her. Unfortunately Samuel's facade would quickly fade. His outbursts ranged from, dinner being prepared "improperly", or the remnants of mud on his shoes. Just as her parents, he too became abusive.His abuse only increases particularly after the birth of their infant, Grace. No matter how much Effie pushed for their bonding, Samuel only seemed irritated by the presence of their baby.Effie loved Grace with everything her soul could muster. She couldn't understand her husband's indifference, or even how her own parents could be so cruel. Day by day as Grace grew, Effie only loved her baby more. Often times she would make her daughter her own clothes, and read as many books as she possibly could on infants. On an evening like any other, Samuel plots her demise, bored of this new life. He beheads her in the comfort of their bedroom after rousing her from her sleep, shouting obscenities, then smothers the baby in the night. In the desolate woods, just on the outskirts of their humble little town, he disposes of both their bodies, burying the two together and leaves, never to be heard from again. Although her parents never find out what's happened to their daughter, they aren't bothered by her disappearance nor do they search for her.In death, Effie is revived by a merciful Goddess, showing her warmth and compassion. She claims her as her own, and bestows her with gifts. Wings sprout from her back, adorned with opal-like feathers, the once green in her hues now a radiant purple. She's eternal as the sun, and will rise with the star everyday. Her Goddess declares her an angel, and entrusts her with aiding humanity on earth. Gifts♡ The ability of flight, healing, including life threatening wounds. Light magic, weak elemental manipulation. World manipulation, Time manipulation, Soul manipulation, Resurrection (within a certain time frame), and an all knowing eye. The ability to create contracts.♡ Contracts are humans/souls tethered to an angel. The purpose of said contract, is usually to improve their quality of life, permanently altering their soul for the better, especially among humanities standards.♡ Soul manipulation is one of her most important skills, blessed by her Goddess, golden strands descend from above, posessing the target and bidding them to do Euphemia's will. While this ability is useful in combat, she never chooses to fight. Her golden strands, while harmless during posession, can still inflict pain, slicing like a whip if she so chooses.♡ Her eyes, when golden, can view a person's life, actions they may have taken, what they've done and what is to come. Usually she simply uses the gift, to learn more about a person, and doesn't care to pry into their personal life. Unless, it proves useful to her at the time.Weaknesses♡ Combat, she is in no way skilled to fight nor does she wish to learn.♡ Bodily injuries. Though she cannot die, she can be injured just like any other human body.♡ Dark magic.♡ Demonic Effigies.♡ High ranking demons effect her inhibitions strongly, she prefers to detatch herself from them completely.♡ Her past. More importantly, Grace. ♡ Her actions. Earth - Post DeathTime carries on on the planet Earth, and Effie, much to her surprise has helped many humans on earth. As years go by, she has trouble letting go of her past life. Still manages to create a new routine, a new normal for herself. Blessed by her Goddess, she feels as radiant as the sun and every contract successfully helped makes her soul feel lighter than air. Walking with her contract one day, Euphemia hears a familiar voice that makes her blood run cold. A glance over her shoulder confirms her worst fear. Samuel. Samuel walking alongside a human woman, holding a young boy, and the woman, seemingly pregnant with their next child. There's a screeching in her ears that won't seem to desist, an unfamiliar feeling clawing known into her skin. He's noticed her as well, a look of confusion and shock crossing his features before he quickly averts his attention, and ushers his wife and child away. (TBC, too lazy to write more rn lmao)