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02/15/2021 08:17 PM 

Rules and Guides

All story types are welcome!! Don't hesitate to present ideas! But, if you are being a pervert, I won't hesitate to drop you. Romantic stories could be interesting with the right concept, but romance is not the focus of this character.  Dark themes are ADORED here. Take dramatic turns, messed up scenarios, evil twists, all of that. The more in-story drama, the better. I love writing dramatic scenes, just remmebr that it all stays in-story~ Min-Ju has a twin named Se-Ju who will make appearances in the story. He is a side character and Min-Ju's main motivation for everything. He will pop up now and again and most likely interact with your character too. He is a bit dumb, but takes himself way too seriously and has a big heart. I have a lot of development in mind for him as well even though the profile is Min-Ju centric. I say this because his development also means a great deal to me and I ask that you don't write him off as non-essential. I don't know if that means I count as an MCRP account, but he is essential to her story. Please be patient and kind regarding him as well ♥ I reserve the right to deny / block / drop any story for any reason. I'm pretty upfront and will likely answer your questions, but please don't be offended if this happens. Sometimes the spark isn't there, and that's just how it is. I try to respect everyone no matter what, so please offer me the same respect as well! Let's enjoy ourselves, mmkay? This could be fun!~

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02/15/2021 04:01 PM 

About Me
Current mood:  blissful

●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬●NAME: Kore BlackwellNICKNAME(𝔰):PersephoneAGE: Mid-twentiesHEIGHT: 5' 10"BODY TYPE" CurvyGENDER: FemaleSEXUALITY: QueerRELATIONSHIP STATUS: MarriedNATIONALITY: GreekSPECIES:Half Human/Half GoddessSCENT: Apricot, honey, sage, mintOCCUPATION:Queen of the UnderworldVIRTUES: Mature, Calm, Strong, LoyalPERSONALITY TYPE: INFP -The MediatorLIKES: Rain, flowers, animals, laughter, dancingDISLIKES: Stupidity, darkness, being controlled

Aria Kennedy

02/14/2021 09:50 PM 

Aria Brooks

Aria Brooks here!! I am an opene AU character and I do well in most categories...currently I'm looking for Resident Evil, Final Fantasy and anything else entertaining  


02/14/2021 06:22 PM 

OC Biography - Alistair Deoiridh

"Keep looking down on others and you won't see the feet above you."—Alistair Deóiridh| General Information |✫ Name: Alistair Deóiridh✫ Alias(es): Pink Panther✫ Estimated Age: Unspecified✫ Race: Cambion✫ Gender: Male  ✫ Mortal Heritage: Astrallèn✫ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual✫ DOB: May 4th, 1993 L.E✫ Background: Working as a private investigator and hired aid under the auspices of the New Halon D.S.S paramilitary, Alistair is the son of the syndicates military director, formerly known as Sileas Deoiridh and the esteemed alchemist and colonel, Jethro Curtis whom was often romanticized as "the One Whom Carries the World Upon His Shoulders". Assimilated into the regime at a young age, he was party to the destruction of the R.O.A.E Gate as well as the defeat of the Abyssal Lords and Abyssal King, Creonus Proángelos.—• History: The notion of a union between man and daemon being a taboo was an understatement, but the inclusion of romance, love, mutual respect and adoration was another thing entirely. Alistair was what became of this union - a dualistic soul known to the New World as a cambion, the grim reminder of an Old World plague that left much of the earth scarred with the notion of GOD being nothing more than a distant memory. Fundamentally dead, an ever present question lingered from this entities departure: How does one derive meaning from a meaningless existence? Though multiple centuries have passed from the emergence of cambion, the wounds still linger through humanities undying prejudice. An Astrallèn to the expansionist nation of Astrallè, Alistair was born within the snowy capital of New Halon - the seat of administrative power throughout the country as a centralized, oligarchical government built on the foundations of smaller assimilated nations. Establishing the Department of Sovereign Services from the primordial soup of various organizations, once martial law was declared, the D.S.S acquired sovereignty of the state in reverence to their militarization against the threats that plagued this New World - the Daemon. Gwyn Valentino, a prominent member within the board of directors, was delegated to oversee military policy and solidified her seat of power through this sovereignty before forwarding the militarization of cambion in the name of Astrallè, with the instatement of the Black Orchestra Program. No more than fifty years prior, Civil War ravaged the region of Hod during the societal schism between Astrallè and the church over the ultimate fate of the cambion and their corruption of the Holy Land. With the decree of the Grand Inquisitor, the church of SoD launched several Crusades to purge the cambion and reclaim the Holy Land from Astrallèic rule. Though formidable, they were ultimately unsuccessful, as the Sanctum of Decorum were driven back to the heart of the region, New Canaan, where the city was razed, its people routed and the Grand Inquisitor executed by an experimental Astrallè reinforcement composed of militarized cambion  - The Black Orchestra Division. Bloodied and broken, the Sanctum of Decorum scattered throughout the nation, a shell of its former self with its people impoverished and their cause deadened, but not quite defeated. Before having been dealt such a debilitating blow, the Sanctum of Decorum split into an opposing doctrine, which caused a break in communion over theological, ethical and political differences, also shared by a SoD alchemical healer turned Astrallèn War Hero - the Man Who Held the World Upon His Shoulders, Jethro Curtis. Prior to his enlistment, he researched and studied the otherworldly phenomenon of the Everblossom Trees - the Sefirot of the Deep coupled throughout the depths of the earth and afflicted the Old World with a miasmic daemonic plague from an undercroft called, The Abyssal Realm. Described as the Great Mirror, it reflected the Old World enveloped in an all encompassing darkness - the Will of the Abyss, quoted by Gwyn Valentino. Several decades after his participation in the Battle of New Canaan, Jethro became a father of two through his involvement with Gwyn Valentino, the mortal alias of Sileas Deoiridh, the Blind Pilgrim. During the SoD's infancy, there was once a child by the name of Gwyn; impoverished and afflicted with the plague, who prayed to an Everblossom Tree in the form of an Old World Goddess within New Halon. At the eve of her death, the Goddess spoke to her, offering her a deal she couldn't refuse, before Gwyn voluntarily came under the possession of Sileas' embodied Pride and Lust for vengeance. Sileas was an Abyssal Lord; an Archdaemon of the Sefirot, the Deep City and its Abyssal Legion within the realms Dark Continent -  a construct of the Abyssal King to establish a connection between the Abyssal Realm and the New World. In the possession of power, in the likeness of the Abyssal King, her primordial vessel acted as an umbilical cord between worlds, where utilizing this bridge permitted King Creonus to facilitate the birth of his and her son through humanities collective consciousness for the purpose of establishing GOD to save what remained of humanity from eternal damnation before the Abyssal consumed the New World in totality, as it did the Old World - an effort which would expose humanity to an inconceivable change. Binding Sileas' spirit to the Sefirot of New Halon, Creonus bound his daughter Udiya to New Canaan's Sefirot, where she evolved into an imperfect form that the Sanctum of Decorum sheltered, utilizing its blood in an attempt to synthesize a cure for the plague, before later constructed artificial humans from its blood to aid their alchemical research and questionable religious practices. To prevent the collapse of their order from the plague, the Sanctum of Decorum's founding members underwent a secret ritual under the behest of Udiya where they would partake in her defiled flesh, which would absolve all men of their sins and eradicate the plague, but at the expense of birthing a new affliction that corrupted newborn children, alas creating the cambion. Having given way to the insurgence of an Old World Renaissance - a New World era of great societal reform, artistic expression and intellectual evolution, the age of the daemon plague was destined to end, just as the societal schism would be several centuries later upon cambion emerging throughout society. This was a detail its founding members hadn't been privy to, but began to realize as their eroded humanity eventually gave way on their Day of Reckoning in the Battle of New Canaan. The daemonic plague halted, the cambion became carriers of the miasma - daemonic essence. Having sacrificed her physicality, Udiya saved an incalculable number of lives at what seemed to be the cost of their humanity, but she hadn't foreseen Sileas' betrayal in the mix. Returning to slumber within her dominions sefirot, whilst Sileas orchestrated her centuries old plan to enact her revenge and derail the birth of GOD before Creonus can interfere, she utilized her dominion of New Halon to acquire intelligence and experience through various governmental proxies throughout Astrallè's history, before coming across an alchemist named Jethro Curtis - a mortal with profound spiritual power. Enthralled, she convinced him to join her pilgrimage of the Everblossom Trees and seal their corruption; her method of sabotaging the connection between the New World and the Abyssal Realm, but with the unintended side-effect of sending her into a comatose state for over the span of a year upon completion. Discovering her inhuman identity, once she awakened, he confronted her, only for Sileas to repay his kindness and loyalty with eldritch wisdom. Coming to accept these unknowable truths, Jethro lent his assistance to Sileas for his own personal reasons as the duo proceeded to dismantle the various remnants of Udiya's machinations throughout the Sanctum of Decorum. Establishing rapport with Astrallè's government through Sileas' various proxies, Jethro became a state certified alchemist which allowed Sileas to queue her seat of power within the Department of Sovereign Services, where she set in motion a Civil War to smoke out and finish off the SoD's founding members - the Apostles of Udiya. As Apostles, their longevity led to centuries of introspection whilst their bodies began to mutate and their spirits became home to their own nature as Abyssal Fledglings - humans who have consumed the flesh of an Archdaemon and serve as their Apostles. Having driven the spread of eldritch wisdom and occultism throughout the Sanctum of Decorum, her Apostles later resigned to their fates as Martyrs before they were confronted and dispatched during the Civil War by Jethro Curtis and Sileas Deoiridh, this ending the conflict, but also unveiling the daemonic threat to Astrallè in the process. Taking advantage of the ensuing chaos, Sileas monopolised on her assets within Astrallè to secure her position on the D.S.S Board of Directors and assume control of the military as martial law was declared for several decades thereafter.With the gradual departure of the Old World Renaissance, Astrallè had begun to undergo its movement into a New World Postmodernism upon the insurgence of the anti-religious sentimentality and military preeminence. In the following years, with a longstanding international trade agreement with the nation of Yesmar, Astrallè procured the resources necessary to manufacture weapons to combat the daemon, until tensions rose through territorial disputes between the two. Upon discovering Yesmar had been supplying goods and resources to SoD terrorists, Astrallè hadn't formally declared war, but accelerated the process of national recruitment for the Black Orchestra Program. New Halon began to promote and publicize their political agenda throughout the nation with various companies providing sponsorship to enlist - proxies of national interests. A company known as Intel-Gist; subsidiary of the D.S.S, funded the creation of EFA through its benefactor, Solomon Troy - an entrepreneur who built the militarized educational facility to prepare those sponsored and enlisted into the D.S.S for the BOP. Having garnered the attention of wealthy families down to various indigenous tribes, Sileas acquired the chessboard and the pieces required to finish what she started centuries ago, but found herself shaken by personal tragedy. As a child during these tumultuous times, despite his appearance, Alistair had a relatively normal upbringing with two loving parents as Sileas began to connect with him as a mother, but also anticipated his exemplary potential and acknowledged him as her trump card against the daemon. Whilst the territorial disputes persisted, a decade later, Sileas conceived her third child, Yuèliya - twin to Alistair, before Jethro Curtis, at peace, passed away several months later, devastating the pair. Following reports of Udiya's presence resurfacing throughout Astrallè, Sileas began questioning her own motivations after losing her husband and contemplated her duties as a mother - to ensure the survival of her offspring at all costs. Vowing to protect his mother and little sister in his fathers place, Sileas suggested enlistment into the D.S.S, transferring into EFA to undergo the training for the BOP, which he obliged wholeheartedly with aspirations of becoming a hero like his father - mother as his sponsor. The EFA Founder, Solomon Troy was a wealthy, but principled man that believed in peaceful coexistence with cambion; his beloved foster daughter being a symbol of this ideal - Bethany Harper. Founding the EFA Project with this ideal in mind, corporate nevertheless forwarded it to promote its agenda for civilian militarization. Through the remnants of the SoD's opposing doctrine and broken communion during their Crusades, this birthed the New Hope Advent, established within New Halon whilst its influence; a product of Jethro Curtis' philosophies, built the foundations of Astrallè's divisive libertarian minority to challenge the governments perceived authoritarianism and continued conflict with Yesmar. As a closet supporter of the NHA, Solomon inspired Bethany's interest in politics, her stance on the human rights of cambion and an intense desire for equity, as she matured. Inspiring her father to take in refugees found within the New Hope Cathedral of New Halon, Solomon sheltered a pair of Yesmarian children who traveled to New Halon from an indigenous tribe called, the Lyons Pride. However, despite his pleas against it, the eldest child, Vanel, asked for Solomon to sponsor her so she might join the military and support her younger brother, Richard - something he was begrudgingly obliged to do via his position. The three becoming close after having enrolled within EFA, the trio later met and befriended Alistair, welcoming him into their circle through Bethany's charisma. Aside from their coed dormitory, they often hungout at the Troy Estate, Nora's Cafè and later the Valentino Estate where Sileas met the foursome and marveled at their latent potential, but with distinct inquisition towards Bethany. Having felt traces of Udiya's presence through Bethany; a byproduct of the daemons perceived dormancy within her mind, Sileas began plotting to have her killed covertly, leaking Solomon's closet NHA affiliation and fabricating death threats to provide false leads, but alas each attempt on his daughters life had been thwarted and out of paranoia, Solomon sheltered her within their estate. Nevertheless, he was targeted and later assassinated by an unknown third party, prompting the friends to investigate the circumstances of his death, which eventually led to her belief that the government had been responsible, further compounding on her later activism. However, the military utilized propaganda to indict Yesmar of the presumed terrorist act, which later instigated the Yesmarian War. Several years into the conflict, the remnants of the Sanctum of Decorum reestablished themselves within the monarchical government of Yesmar, facilitating the return of artificial humans for the purpose of war and espionage. As Alistair and Vanel succeeded in their EFA courses and underwent training within the BOP, the people they once knew as inspirations for their military careers often abstained from their duties - their country, and established Private Military Companies of their own while others of a more radical nature affiliated themselves with the splinter groups who broke from the state to form their own paramilitaries in opposition to Astrallè. During the pairs admission into the BOP, Bethany inherited the Solomon Estate and his fortune, as her deep dive into Astrallè's political world led to her scarcity, as Richard delved heavily into the street life of New Halon after failing to join in the military, leading to the deterioration of the friend group as they began drifting apart. Hand picked by Director Valentino, the pair became BO Operatives and joined in the Yesmarian Campaign under the command of Captain Dozer, veteran of the SoD Crusades. Throughout their careers within the D.S.S, Alistair and Vanel formed a close relationship to cope with the bloody conflict between Yesmar, the SoD, hostile PMC's and the threat of the daemon, often resulting in the casualties of comrades and civilians which took its toll as the two became romantically involved. Having grown discontented with the war, the two aimed to start a family and resign from the service with the reveal of Vanel's pregnancy, but personal tragedy no doubt followed them from the battlefront. A known flaw in the biological makeup of cambion made the process of childbirth tumultuous for the mother - on occasion, downright lethal. Vanel was stricken with a miscarriage that came short of ending her life, but nevertheless, took what little life they had and changed them, for good or ill. Bethany, in her fight for equity, wanted to unite her people - felt a personal responsibility for those around her, and for those who listened, her ideals could weigh on the hearts of even the most irredeemable of devils that lurked within their society. In this New World, she was the voice of the cambion - a voice that soon fell on deaf ears, as those that stood with her, steadily but surely, dwindled into obscurity whilst Alistair and Vanel began to drift apart, having lost the faith that drew them to her in the first place. Whilst Bethany persisted in her multiple responsibilities, she became known anonymously as The Red Empress - an underground libertarian activist who operated alongside the NHA to bring about social and political change throughout Astrallè - to inform and educate the people of its government so that they may act against it. As a result, proxy wars had been waged through various sociopolitical battlefronts against the D.S.S whilst she remained vigilante of assassination attempts and the management of Intel-Gist, at the expense of her mental health. Bethany aimed to reconnect with her friends on their military leave, oblivious to their grief and soon became the catalyst of their division. After her ordeal, Vanel awaited her medical diagnosis bedridden as Alistair and Bethany grew closer and they grew further apart. Having suspected something throughout the month, she confronted Bethany who admitted to her betrayal - something Richard overheard whilst eavesdropping on the conversation. Richard later confronted Alistair as he too admitted to his infidelity and led the two into vicious fight which ended in Richard being shot and rendered comatose. Thought to have been killed, Vanel hadn't the time to grieve before being stricken with news of her inevitable demise by the very same illnesses that ended the lives of various women before her, leaving her in shock. Remaining quiet of her diagnosis, Vanel contemplated ending her own life before she was visited by her CO, Johnathan Dozer and informed her of her brothers survival and where he was being kept, as well as the identity of his shooter and sensitive documents on the Yesmarian conflict. Relaying that it was Alistair, Johnathan offered a proposal to join him in his coup against the D.S.S, attempting to mislead her, albeit she refused to believe Alistair would attempt to murder her brother, even in self-defense and suspected this would-be assassin was responsible for attacks against Bethany and eliminating her father. With little left to lose; the deaths of comrades, the suffering of her people, her failed relationship and chance at happiness with her inevitable death on the horizon, Vanel warily joined Johnathan on the condition of retrieving her younger brother from the D.S.S and eliminating the assassin as her final objective. Assuming the moniker of The Black Lion, Vanel and the splinter group organized by Johnathan, planned a rescue operation at the D.S.S building within New Halon. Whilst having mended their relationship, Bethany offered her help as the Red Empress during the raid, causing employees to evacuate the premises, albeit Johnathan had other plans whereas he began executing those that resisted them, triggering various firefights until the BO were called upon. Splitting their teams on request, Vanel made her way to the Research and Development Wing where she uncovered Richard in a comatose state, having undergone various forms of experimentation. Angered, but feeling she accomplished her objective, she ordered her comrades to evacuate with her brother while she regrouped with Johnathan's team upon being informed they obtained the documents they were looking for and requested aid in arming an unusual device. Advancing to the central boardroom, the squad were confronted by a lone female operative and a battle ensued where said operative began eradicating the infiltration squad, save Vanel and Johnathan. Noticing the operatives unusual strength and manner of fighting, she attributed it to that of an assassin and drew her conclusions with renewed vigor whilst they managed to gain the upper hand, enveloping the operative in a hailstorm of gunfire, however, her wounds healed within an instant as she rose up with the ire of a daemon, taking them aback. Before she could press them further, Sileas arrived to the boardroom, calmed her operative and engaged the two in conversation. However, upon Johnathan's attempt to harm Sileas amidst conversing, he'd been dealt a mortal blow by the lone operative, leaving him to bleed out on the ground. Recognizing Gwyn as Alistair's mother, Vanel pleaded that she just wanted her brother and to go back home to Yesmar, but despite the circumstances, Sileas informed her that she could not parlay with the destruction caused, the unrest of the war, and the theft of government property, rationalizing that the people would need closure and the promise of security, ergo Vanel needed to be executed. Having been exposed to Sileas' daemonic presence with Johnathan pleading for her to escape, Vanel took flight to a nearby window and dived through it several stories to the streets below, as Johnathan triggered the unusual device he'd primed, enveloping the boardroom in an explosion that shook the foundations of the D.S.S building. Having survived the explosion with the lone operative, Constance, out of commission, Sileas oversaw Vanel's escape from New Halon before instructing the remaining operatives up north to tail the rogue ops before organizing a handpicked team of her best to retrieve the documents and eliminate the terrorist group with Alistair at the helm - Operation: Black Butterfly. Journeying throughout the Yesmarian Hinterlands, Richard had been left in the care of the Lyons Pride as Vanel reunited with her tribe. Examining the procured documents, she unraveled a government conspiracy involving Astrallè usurping the Yesmarian Throne through SoD collaboration, with the newly appointed Grand Inquisitor, Honorèe Du Pont. Cordoned off from the Yesmarian Capital of Lumire, due to its wartime lockdown, the group, Vanel dubbed as JOY; veterans of the SoD Crusades, reconned the hinterlands and secured the indigenous tribes from Astrallè invaders, as Yesmar itself seemed to have all but abandoned the victims Astrallè readily utilized as bargaining chips to conquer various smaller cities and far reaching towns. Within the SoD, post BoNC, there had been another more substantial split within the order, one in response to decades of cultural appropriation presenting itself in the form of the Seven Regalia. Seven noble families vying for political power throughout Yesmar - families who swore their allegiance to the SoD Inquisition who have in turn denounced the Yesmarian King through their Astrallè confederates. Those who remained with the original doctrines of the SoD were equivocal to servants which maintained relevancy through their pursuit of religion and utility as a sociopolitical tool for the Regalia. Peace negotiations began between Astrallè through the Regalia as Yesmar's covert puppeteers whilst the conflict had been reduced to a standstill - the terrorist group, JOY factoring into the treaties being signed, as the BO relentlessly hunted them throughout the Yesmarian Hinterlands. Unsuccessful in eliminating them whilst they spread their conspiracies, various indigenous peoples of the land and the underbelly of the SoD, which covertly opposed the Regalia, united under JOY and began fanning the flames of a Civil War to retake the throne and expose the Grand Inquisitor. Within the following months, Vanel plotted the capture of Grand Inquisitor Honorèe and succeeded before being intercepted within the hinterlands by the tailing BO unit led by Alistair - betrayed by her SoD conspirators. Having changed significantly throughout their own ordeals, both seemed unrecognisable to the other - Alistair having become a hardened drone of the military and Vanel a stern, but compassionate leader who'd taken the rebels path. Through the two would engage in combat several times for their lack of common ground, they shared their devotion to family and reluctance to back down. Despite reopening old wounds and her failing health, she resisted as her comrades shouldered the burdens she carried. As there'd been little hope in their survival whilst Astrallè and Yesmar pursued them, each member of JOY became martyrs to confront and misdirect the D.S.S operatives, teaching Alistair a valued lesson in the meaning of their lives and the sacrifice's they made in opposing their authoritarian government. Alistair was shown plundered land bathed in the blood and tears of the people lost to the follies of Conquest - something he'd denied in the name of his expansionist homeland. He was shown the ugliness of his anger, tunnel visioned with the intent to kill and obliterate - the follies of War his homeland prompted him to adopt. He had known the Famine that gripped a multitude of settlements left in the processions of Astrallè's innumerable conflicts - bargain as he had with the details, it was in vain. Having felt the weight of the deaths at his hands and the hands of those that trembled much like his had, Alistair read the words on the wall whilst unraveling the plot that led them to where they took their final stand against Astrallè. As he began to understand their motivations, he only came to accept them and himself upon confronting Vanel for one final encounter where the two engaged in single combat, ending in his defeat and her subsequent death upon succumbing to her sickness. Carrying the weight of their lives through the dog tags left behind, Alistair experienced fragmented visions of the Abyssal whilst his daemon stirred within, leading him to seek out the SoD conspirators and the escaped Honorèe in a quest for revenge. Infiltrating Lumire during their civil war, Alistair orchestrated a raid on the Grand Cathedral; home of the inquisitors, and proceeded on with an indiscriminate massacre of those in his path before confronting Honorèe who'd been murdered shortly before he arrived. Trailed by his family servant, Constance, she retrieved Alistair as the two evacuated Yesmar - the mission both a failure and underline success with the traditionalist sect of SoD in tatters. It was no later that the Yesmarian King had been assassinated with the terrorist group JOY being held responsible for the crime. The Grand Inquisitors murder hidden from the public, the Lumire Massacre had been one of many during Yesmar's civil war, albeit it marked the end of Alistair's path as a career solider - a decision Sileas weighed through her bias and various connections. Alistair spent the next several months as a civilian working at his aunt's business, Nora's Cafe, where he bonded with a small community within downtown New Halon. Meanwhile, having had abandoned Intel-Gist and her political career, Bethany resigned herself to becoming a Lay Sister of the NHA and assisting the people through charity work and faith healing, albeit remained active as the Red Empress in Vanel's honor. In lieu of his discontinued military career, Alistair adopted the mantle of the local private investigator in response to the districts growing crime rate, the disappearance of various people throughout the years and the elusive Red Empress. Compelled to uncover the whereabouts of Richard Lyons after O.B.B, Alistair had come into contact with the Black Mane - illegal arms dealers with ties to the PMC, the Triumvirate. Having unearthed that the Black Mane rose to power in response to the crumbling state of Yesmar, the Triumvirate following suit through their partnership, Alistair earned a tip from the Red Empress which led him to discover their connection with the Yesmarian Tribes and Astrallèn splinter groups, establishing a prominent vein within the heart of New Halon's organized crime. Having met various people throughout his investigation, many who'd become victims of the approaching crime wave, Nora's Cafè had been targeted; owner threatened before the aggressors left an explicit message for Alistair, someone with a matter to settle. Traveling alone to the NHA cathedral, the meeting place, Alistair was ambushed and confronted by the founder of the Black Mane - Richard Lyons. Alistair learned of the circumstances that led to O.B.B and Richard's disappearance, as well as his rise to power through inheriting the title of Black Lion King and commanding his people under the banner of the Black Mane. In tandem, the Triumvirate were developed through several unified PMC's inspired by Vanel Lyons' legendary status and upon discovering of her siblings survival and inherited title, they became partners in opposition to Astrallè. Possessed through his own personal vendetta, Richard offered to put aside his grievances with Alistair; a small mercy, provided a trade in information was given in exchange for the safety and security of his aunt and those around him. Coming to an impasse due the threat of violence towards his friends and family, Richard resigned to eliminate Alistair as a gunfight ensued throughout the cathedral, ending in a stand-off between the two men at its summit. Having killed the majority of his men, Richard took advantage of Alistair's hesitation to kill him and threw him out of the top floor window and onto the street below after riddling him with bullets - Alistair seeming to hallucinate the visage of a faceless child before blacking out. Sustaining unexpected losses, Richard and his remaining men fled before the authorities arrived, leaving Alistair to what seemed to be a certain demise. Expected to die; family and friends gathering with an apprehensive Sileas monitoring his condition, upon being bedridden throughout it, he experienced constant visions of the Abyssal with greater strength and clarity - child-like whispers calling out to him through a maelstrom of power from the deep, awakening the latent regenerative properties within his blood, but afflicting him with a chronic unnatural aliment and recurring visions which led to a new-found interest in the missing persons cases throughout Astrallè. Unsuccessful in eliminating Udiya, Alistair's affinity to the Abyssal allowed Sileas to circumvent her opposition in a last ditch effort to secure her children's livelihoods under the notion that Alistair could do what she herself could not. Leaving New Halon in pursuit of the case and a way to cure his ailment, Sileas imparted onto him eldritch wisdom through a song she sung to him as a child - a song with lyrics he'd surely understand once he's seen the Promised Land with his own eyes. Traveling throughout the Malkuth region, Alistair encountered a variety of ethnically diverse people and cultures integrated into Astrallè, as well as those deeply touched by the fall of the SoD within Astrallèn society - the practice of occultism having been the norm for a rare few, whilst Alistair discovered more than enough about the state of the world through these few individuals. Researching various bits of information founded by said people led to the location once considered as Astrallè's Promised Land - Hod.The wounds of the civil war still left throughout the region were substantial - its crown jewel New Canaan nothing more than ruins as few of its people clung to the age old doctrine of a Loving GOD, cleansing the land of the wickedness posed by the cambion, despite the rise of nihilism throughout Hod since the decline of religious faith. With the highest concentration of missing persons, predominately cambion children, Alistair traveled to New Canaan, a place which built a reputation of being cursed after the massacre that took place, albeit had various visitors and mass sightings of children during the night. Unbeknownst to Alistair, New Canaan had been built on the foundations of a Sefirot Tree and through its bloody history, the deep energies steadily, but surely broke through its seal and flowed throughout the holy city with an intensity which attracted many with an affinity to the Abyssal. With ties to his father and the origins of the SoD, Alistair arrived in New Canaan and began his quest, and on his journey, Alistair met several families who served to aid his progress within the ruins, but as time passed, he saw them less and less until it seemed he was alone. Plagued with frequent visions alluding the faceless child from his near death experience and the innumerable disembodied voices throughout his trek through the unknown, Alistair began encountering cambion driven to madness by their visions, as well as wandering daemon, turning this peculiar case into a fight for survival. Learning of others plagued with the same ailment as him perishing before discovering the truth whilst he traversed beneath ground, he began piecing together their final thoughts which came to him in a form of telepathy called, Whispers - the essence of a cambion's inner voice heard to non-speakers as the unintelligible language of the deep. It was after discovering this ability that Alistair encountered a lesser daemon he could communicate with named, Priscilla. Unlike her hostile brethren, her hideous exterior hid her maternal instincts and a purpose in finding her lost children despite the preconceived notion that lesser daemons were incapable of a defined purpose beyond aimless wandering. Despite his communication, she fled from him each visual encounter until he no longer could give chase without endangering himself, but nevertheless heard her through the Whispers beneath New Canaan until they too were lost to him. Progressing through a world seemingly separate from his own; the New World and the Abyssal beginning to intersect, Alistair's body and mind began changing, as he found himself able to survival and triumph over the daemons and maddened cambion that roamed the ruins until he happened upon a vast presence that threw him into a vision of what could've been - a family with Vanel and his unborn child. Desperate to push past the vast presence, Alistair came across the mutilated bodies of the families he met topside until he came across a bloodied Priscilla several feet away from a mass grave with its depths containing the decomposing bodies of countless children. With her having been driven mad some time ago, Alistair was forced to engage and kill Priscilla who cradled her sons corpse until her death. Horrified with an immense surge of voices and visions clouding his mind thereafter, Alistair recited the hymns of his mothers song to comfort himself, but instead fell unconscious as he descended into the mass grave which unveiled itself as a Forbidden Path into the Abyssal Realm. Whilst unconscious, he dreamt of a void where he and Vanel stood face-to-face; a frightened and faceless little girl at her side. With a degree of closure, Alistair realized he'd been having visions of his unborn child, that he suppressed her death amongst the countless tragedies that took place throughout his life - tragedies he tried to believe he could've avoided if he was more like his father, like a hero, but to no avail. Embracing his envisioned family within, Alistair released his years of repressed emotions, feeling what it would've been to be a father as he apologized to them both for his actions and took a moment to settle on a name for his little girl - Estelle. Able to see her overjoyed face for the first and final time, Alistair reached an apotheosis, awakening to his daemonic power and transmogrifying into his inner daemon whilst descending into the Abyssal Realm with eldritch wisdom in hand. Landing within the grandeur-esque Deep City of Hod, with his daemon visage, Alistair caught the sight of a gigantic silhouette outlined in divine light within the form of an infant with overflowing fuchsia hair, much like his own. His first and final encounter with the child-like primordial horror, the Loving GOD - his kin. Having consumed the negative energies of countless people and events over the course of human history, the Loving GOD's form was of its original identity, Sileas' first child and developed none since it was born beyond its overwhelming size and power - a failure which drove its abyssal father mad with despair. GOD was no more and the Loving GOD was no equivocal replacement, leading Creonus to shoulder the burden alone with his son, but to no end without the nourishment of its mother. Intent on ending their perpetual suffering through Sileas' indirect request, Alistair engaged in a battle with Abyssal Legion until coming to confront the Loving GOD who recognized Alistair as kin and whilst overjoyed, it offered to sooth its brothers anguish with its own life essence, ending its existence in favor of its brother, stunning Alistair. Developing a physical manifestation of power through his renewed vigor, Alistair forged a sword from the depths of his soul - the Redemption. With sword in hand and one final task after thanking what remained of the Whisper left in the Loving GODs wake, Alistair fought through the depths of the Abyssal where deep beyond the miasmic underbelly, a speck of light shined - a broken off palace of light where Creonus, the Grieving King awaited. Cutting through the Abyssal Legion, Alistair managed to wound the Abyssal Lords of Wrath and Sloth before crashing in on the Grieving King and engaged the daemon in battle. Coming to gain the underhand in their lengthy encounter whilst the lurking forms of several gargantuan daemons spectated the conflict from behind the veil of the Abyssal's darkness, Alistair embedded Redemption into the Grieving King's heart, ending the battle in his favor. Having accepted his judgment, Creonus wished to communicate with Alistair within his moment of death, solemnly commended Sileas for her savagery and lamented the suffering his actions have caused his son, the woman he loved and remnants of god's children that resided in the New World. Empathetic, Alistair communicated the lyrics of Sileas' song within a Whisper, and through its eldritch wisdom, it contained a message which soothed his departure from present space and to the Promised Land buried beneath the miasmic Dark Continent, redeeming the daemons soul and ending the Ageless Conflict between Sileas and the Abyssal King, Creonus. Alistair woke several months later in his mother's care - the Yesmarian conflict having ended expeditiously with peace negotiations noted as successful and the civil war culled, but not forgotten. Astrallè seemed to be in the process of assimilating Yesmar, which had always been the intention for smaller nations who opposed Astrallè - resistance had been as meaningless, which was a fact Yesmar had begrudgingly come to accept. As stoic as usual, Sileas congratulated Alistair on his investigation despite the grisly discovery of ritual sacrifice with no real tangible culprit beyond the one within Bethany's psyche, which Sileas declined to elaborate on. Whilst Constance tended to him, he could feel her daemonic presence, before Sileas could explain the happenstance and what it truly meant for their kind. When informed of the state of the world, Sileas mentioned Nora's death of old age, telling her to instructed Alistair to "don't be a stranger" before her passing, no more than a month previous. Lamenting his time away and his lack of a proper goodbye, once able Alistair visited her grave after Sileas funded the funeral processions months ago. Thought to have been alone, Bethany happened upon the site with a surprise - Richard, albeit Alistair hadn't protested his invasion and the trio simply said their final goodbyes to Auntie Nora as a group, rather than apart. That afternoon, Alistair and Richard opted to settle their grievances as men on the outskirts of New Halon with a fist fight as they usually did. Whilst having become Richard's superior, Alistair pulled his punches, which Richard noticed despite their solid impact. When asked if Alistair was toying with him, he apologized and found himself embracing his former comrade and brother-in-law as the two consoled each other, despite the different paths they chose to walk in life. After the end of the Yesmarian Conflict, Richard chose to walk from the Triumvirate and focus the Black Mane on goals that didn't coincide with killing his best friend and hurting his mother figure, but regardless, he couldn't find it in himself to forgive Astrallè for hurting his people, his sister and toying with him or his friends. With his solution to leave the country, Alistair understood and promised to better Astrallè from the inside out, even if it meant doing so for the rest of his days. Holding Alistair to that promise, before they parted ways, Alistair informed Richard of the the name of his and Vanel's child, earning him a sideways glance upon realizing Estelle was the name of Vanel's favorite stuffed animal.—• The Pink Panther: Several years after the Ageless Conflict, as a private investigator in downtown New Halon, Alistair had been passed down ownership of Nora's Cafe, which provided decent clientele to help with the establishments finances and revenue. Having garnered an exemplary staff through networking, community intrigue and a plethora of favors, he's been able to undergo lengthier cost efficient investigations with a substantial profit. A successful entrepreneur known for his attention to detail, problem solving skills and supernatural intuition, his laid-back and carefree nature had earned him the moniker, Pink Panther. Establishing a mutually beneficial partnership with Nebula of Ace of Spades, Alistair shares her vast network of intelligence as an information broker while he offers a cut of his investigations proceeds, though she prefers free chocolate flavored lattes in the mornings. Often spirited away for this reason, he found time to teach his younger sister the basics of the cafe, to make coffee and how to communicate with others, before Yuèlyia soon became the heart of the establishment with her own allowance. His proceeds mostly a result of his business and networking aptitude, he remained an investigator with the support of the military, primarily his mother, who provided various munitions with access to her supplier and arms manufacturer, Loveless Dynamics. His exploits reducing the rate of crime within the district - a feat in no small part to his insistent meddling in legal affairs, he originally earned his reputation with local law enforcement as a troublemaker, but has since built rapport with several dozen officers, including the police commissioner. With his surplus of resources and intelligence, Alistair offered his services to the police department and developed a friendship with the commissioner who later became a regular at the cafe and often turned a blind eye to his meddling. From that point onwards, Alistair became known as a trusted ally and guardian of the community, for a time. | Physical Information |✫ Physique: Mesomorphic✫ Blood Type: O+ (Defiled) ✫ Height: 6'0"✫ Weight: 350lbs (Muscle Density)✫ Appearance: With fuchsia tinted hair, typically unkempt neck-length, he has relatively fair skin understandably lacking common blemishes or abnormalities aside from a beauty mark around his right eye; said eyes feline in nature.| Personal Information |✫ Life Dream: Coexistence✫ Training: CQC/Firearm Expertise, Athleticism, Military Education & Training, Demonology, Special Tactics & Reconnaissance, Swordsmanship & Marksmanship✫ Like(s): Physical Fitness, Artistry, CQC, Carpentry, Talented Individuals, Animals, Adventure, Philosophy, Retro-Films, Graphic Novels, Equity, Family✫ Dislike(s): Betrayal, Arrogance, Toxic Individuals, Murder, Racism, Terrorism, Inequity✫ Hobby(ies): Training, Reading, Traveling, Hunting, Sculpture Artistry, Culinary Artistry, Vigilantism✫ Persona: A tough and resilient man of great mental strength and depth, he's obstinately steadfast and pragmatic, yet seems laid back and lackadaisical; oftentimes nonchalant and selectively careless.—• Positive Trait(s): Sincere, Shrewd, Empathetic, Intelligent, Unruffled, Waggish, Principled, Compassionate, Stout-Hearted, Altruistic• Negative Trait(s): Taciturn, Derisive, Vehement, Forthright, Brutish, Austere, Masochistic, Self-Righteous, Predatory, Cynical, Malicious—• Value(s): Friends, Family, Good People• Primary Goal: Protecting Loved Ones| Friends & Family |✫ Parent(s): Sileas Deóiridh & Jethro Curtis ✫ Sibling(s): Yuliya Deóiridh & The Nameless Son✫ Relative(s): the Valentine Family, the Deóiridh Bloodline, Curtis Bloodline✫ Friend(s): Vanel Lyons, Bethany Harper, Constance, Richard Lyons, Zephyr the Black Lion, Amelia Freemen, Jensen Cassie, Deneva Moore✫ Affiliation(s): N.H.D.S.S, Nora's Café, Fury Family, the Hunters Coalition, Nagi Family, Astrapi Bloodline, Kamikaze Brigade, the Slayers, the Tyrants, the Koda~Tai, the Crimson Order, the Deóiridh Bloodline, the Valentine Family, the Curtis Bloodline, the Crimson Sword, the Iron Circle, the Godric, the Vortex, The Avenged| Standard Gear |✫ B.O Recon Garb: This worn uniform, was utilized by Division Three, Special Forces, in New Halon, under the supervision of N.H.D.S.S Command. Operatives were charged with spec ops and reconnaissance within the neighbouring Highland territories under the cover of the night. This apparel has become a physiological extension of himself and can be maintained and amplified through various unnatural means further explored through something called, Defilement.—• Trenchcoat: A battle worn variant of the leather-lined, doubled-breasted coat protected with a staunch layer of woven armor weaves; lengthened a quarter below the knee, it contains numerous pockets and pouches to accommodate for his Sleight of Hand. Manufactured with heat resistance and inline thermal insulation, it protects against some small arms and bladed weapons as well as various environmental hazards. —• Vest: A form fitting zipped and sleeveless, waist-length vest that comes to the waist, just below the trousers hemline; battle worn with numerous small tears and imperfections. This vest-like armor offers a staunch bastion against most small arms and bladed weapons while maintaining excellent flexibility.—• Gloves & Boots: A worn, yet sturdy pair of reinforced boots and gloves woven through the same resilient material born from both trenchcoat and vest. This provides a sturdier grasp on equipment and greater friction on slippery surfaces. | Primary Weapons |✫ Redemption: The physical manifestation of his daemonic essence, and through his name meaning, "defender of men", the cross-guard is shaped into the metallic portrayal of angelic wings, as the centerpiece depicts a bouquet of roses with roots that couple the handle and spiral down into a single rose; the wings eclipsing the bouquet, which the pitch-black blade emerges from its epicenter with patterned engravings. A replication of steel, several times its strength, this weapon acts as a modifier for his daemonic power which, on contact, will always scorch and cut opposition with the intent to destroy, conveying the effect of this tangible principle in relation with intangible concepts such as the soul - annihilation on death. A symbol of his spirit and by extension, his soul, this blade is an expression of his "heart" which embodies the essence of Valor and his Will of Rebellion. In that respect, this sword can slay both mortal and immortal entities and will, to varying degrees of success dependent on reinforcement, penetrate through to slice into material, and by extension, immaterial constructs despite perceived invulnerability, as this unconventional blade negates the principle of absolute power. In addition to the valorous essence within its frame; an additive which imbues one with great mental strength and resolve in the presence of fear, this weapons profound damage resistance has been attributed to his will of rebellion against the ire of God.—• Sword Type: Bastard Sword • Blade Type: Double-Edged • Hilt Type: Cross-guard • Grip Type: Hand-and-a-half • Pommel: Heavy—• Overall Length: 5'4" • Blade Length: 4'4" • Blade Width: 4.5 in. • Grip Length: 9 in. • Weight: 10 kg. —• Scabbard Location: Unbound and affixed across the back, favoring the right hand; sheathed only by the emanations of its wielders power supplemented by a magnet on the upper back of the coat. | Secondary Weapons |✫ Hansel & Gretel: These are reinforced semi-automatic pistols retrofitted with recoil compensators and self-luminous iron sights - high-powered weapons that act as modifiers for his daemonic power which, on contact, will always scorch and pierce opposition with the intent to destroy, conveying the effect of this tangible principle in relation with intangible concepts such as the soul - annihilation on death. This may be imbued with magazines of myriad magical reserves in conformity with the Will via flourishes with the c*ck of the hammers and their respective runes of power; able to feed cartridges with daemonic power charges for concentrated incendiary blasts on contact. Both stainless steel finishes have their respective names engraved in cursive on the barrels, cropped above black axe insignias with inlaid gothic etchings depicting head-to-tail sided coin portraits of the respective named portrayals alongside both black grips. As a passive extension of his magical power infused with the stopping power of discharged rounds, various surfaces and small systems, such as barriers, humanoid physiques or large appendages, convulse and tremor more easily when stricken, as well as temporarily dampen or outright dispel magical/willed effects in accordance to the target surfaces susceptibility to disruption within an appropriate surface area and expeditious timeframe per round, which is dependent on the expenditure of strength presented by the system itself within that given time.—• Model: Mark VII Matilda• Calibre: .50 WC• Magazine: 8 (+?) • Barrel Length: 6 in. • Effective Range: 75 m. • Weight: 80 oz.—• Holster Location: Strapped to the small of the back; holsters concealed by the coat, both grips are aligned in their respective directions.| Items & Equipment |✫ Lost Dogtags: Alistair possesses several bent and rusted tags from multiple fallen military personnel whilst within the service, including one that belongs to himself. A reminder of his past which acts as a medium to strengthen his heart through his connection with the close bonds of friends and/or family.✫ D-Essence Vial 3x: The tangible liquidus extraction of a daemons spiritual essence; a corruptive concoction fashioned to rejuvenate a small portion of a cambion's diminished physical stamina overtime.✫ Apple of the Everblossom: This apple is one of numerous plucked from the everblossom tree - the Great Abyssal Gate of New Halon. Channeling the daemonic energy within this fruit allows those that consume it to bridge the gap between Abyssal Gates and therefore, to various unknown worlds.✫ Mysterious Shades: These sunglasses are more or less normal, although can seemingly be spawned through Sleight of Hand, even if previously destroyed in totality, fortifying his confidence and fortitude.✫ Jester's Notepad: An unusual designers notepad utilized throughout his investigative work, like the Mysterious Shades, these can be spawned through Sleight of Hand and allow him to collect and analyze data to mentally reconstruct it with a much greater deal of speed, precision and cohesion.✫ Double-Sided Coin: An unusual coin obtained as a memento of his aunt that acts as a pseudo-good luck charm, but also a strong medium to regain his composure and strengthen his resolve.✫ .50 WC Cartridge: Grouped to a magazine of eight; amplified via the Will, these standard issue cartridges were designed to bite into the reinforced skin and bone of daemon. An ivory-white casing thrice the resilience of brass and immutable to corrosion, each bullet possesses an ultra-jacket - a stout jet-black shell with a superb melting point and thermal capacity to withstand extreme muzzle velocities.| Natural Abilities |✫ Indomitable Soul: The inheritance of a strong dualistic soul, with inordinate and compacted quantities of spiritual energy, resides within his Astrallèn blood to harness vast magical power with supernatural adroitness. Overtime, this conjured an inner devil and awakened him to his hybrid nature - his daemonic essence. In this respect, he is several times stronger, faster and many times more resilient than normal humans, whilst possessing an unnatural compactness to his musculature, enhancing his physical power due to the sheer weight these dense muscles have applied. Accompanied with a reinforced skeletal structure to support the additive stress, his bones impart an immense strength and compactness to his physique. As this inhuman constitution enables supernatural bodily resilience and hardiness, Alistair can endure various mortal injuries; bar removal of the head or heart and will remain active and alert in spite of injuries that would incapacitate or outright disable normal humans. With an exceptional tolerance of frigid temperatures and physical pain due to his Astrallèn heritage, he's inherited their profound mental focus and stamina.✫ Defiled Visage: The daemonic essence; his inner devil, produces a pool of internal energy his manifestation feeds upon - the physical representation of power derivative of the essence itself, in the form of the sword, Redemption. When physical energy is focused and expended throughout the body or Redemption, it can conjure daemonic power, in whatever manner he wills it, with the latter having a greater effect in accordance to his True Will. Channeling the production of said daemonic properties through an actions change in conformity with the will, he may also utilize his various learned and innate skills and techniques in a manner categorized as daemonic in nature and magical in origin. Resulting in his inclination to adhere to his predatorial instincts; intensified through his daemonic essence, these preternatural faculties increase the effectiveness of his natural intuitiveness to an immense degree and provides an innate supernatural aptitude for various skills and techniques centered primarily around combat. As his internal pool of energy is generated primarily through combat; fighting and/or being wounded, he can temporarily exchange his human guise for his Defiled Visage, which releases this daemonic power as he undergoes transmogrification into a daemon. Accruing extensive supernatural strength and damage resistance many times beyond that of his human form, he will radiate with a powered daemonic aura which further incurs psychic abilities employed as psychokinesis and telepathy relative to his mental and physical faculties, which allows him to exert his physical dominion, and by extension, his daemonic power, over a distance and space attributed to mental effort. Though death may come through various circumstances, the entirety of his physique is immutable to any and all damage sustained, as the daemonic essence restores the body through the basis of an accelerated healing factor relative to non-fatal injuries endured within that instant whilst said injuries remain superficial in nature, albeit he'll suffer the proportionate phantom pain and physical exertion thereafter. In addition, these regenerative properties; an instantaneous process attributed to said daemonic essence, provides a staunch resistance to conventional mutagens, will extirpate foreign bodies via infernal energies and upon rare cases of mutilation, restores mutilated appendages upon Defilement, as the damage sustained is a corporeal superficiality the inner devil will reconstruct. Within his Defiled Visage, all damage sustained is staunchly resisted as stamina steadily rejuvenates for the forms duration whilst in addition to agelessness, he does not need to eat, sleep or breath, thus meaning death becomes much more implausible while he is all the more difficult to flinch or stagger through conventional means when within this form, correlating with his daemonic essence and overall spiritual power.

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊

02/14/2021 01:13 PM 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 ℌ𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

The Dark-Hunters are created from ancient warriors who have been wronged. They come from all walks of life and all cultures. Some are human, some are Apollites, Were-Hunters , and even gods. Whenever someone is wronged and dying from an act of betrayal or brutal treachery, their soul makes a scream that echoes through the mountains of Olympus. When Artemis hears that sound, she goes to the one who made it and makes a pact. For a single Act of Vengance against the ones who wronged the dying party, they will swear their fealty to her service and will spend the rest of eternity hunting down and slaying the Daimon menace. Because each Dark-Hunter is so different, so are their powers. Their psychic abilities and physical powers hinge on what they were in their lives. A Dark-Hunter who was a general who could easily predict an enemy might now have mind reading. The only thing the Dark-Hunters have in common is that they all have fangs, and almost all of them have black eyes. They also have a bow-and-arrow mark on the spot where Artemis took their souls.


02/13/2021 05:15 PM 


test test test!

test, test!


02/13/2021 10:42 AM 

My Room

This is my room, it's nice enough. It's filled with toys, the bed is comfy but its still gloomy. I know their trying to make me happy but things are still wrong.I wish I could try to be happy, I don't want to dissapoint anyone or get anyone else killed.Overhaul says my crying brings down morale, that I make it hard to work.I don't really have an intrest in the toys, I don't have anyone to play with. I like the books they  bring in though, I don't get them very often though. They don't want me dreaming about the outside world.

MHA, Eri, My Hero, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul


02/13/2021 03:31 PM 

The Death of Her God.
Current mood:  distraught

The day had gone like any other. The early morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window. Their window. The thought of it made her smile, almost not believing she'd been so lucky to find someone she actually wanted to settle with; to grow old with, even if he didn't grow old with her. If she could make herself immortal to be with him for an eternity, it wouldn't be long enough. Her legs swung over the edge of the king sized bed and bare toes touched the floor. The place on his side of the mattress was empty, still disheveled and messed up from the last time he'd gotten up. It wasn't unusual to wake up and see him gone. He had an entire multiverse to look after, as strange as that was for her to accept, but he always came home to her. Their last conversation played in her mind as she made her way into the kitchen for coffee. 'I'll be back in time to celebrate Valentine's Day with you.' 'You promise?' she'd asked with a soft pout. 'I promise.' 'I love you, stupid.~' 'I love you, baby.' There was a hope in her that he made it back a day early, but if not she had plans for them for tomorrow. Dinner, a movie, a whole night of passion, and a pretty major surprise. She was even planning to do that one thing he really liked in bed, the thought making her giggle as she sipped her decaf Cinnamon Vanilla cappucino, cheeks tinted a slight red while the fantasies played in her head. But something suddenly felt... off. There was a pull in her chest, an intense anxiety that she couldn't explain. Her eyebrows pulled together a little in concern, walking around the house like she was checking for anything amiss, but she found nothing out of the ordinary. Was she just nervous for tomorrow? That couldn't be it. She'd never been nervous around him, not even on the first day they'd met when he brought her to his apartment and doctored her wounds when running from her past enemies. He'd long since taken care of them for her, giving her the freedom and peace of mind she hadn't had in over a decade, and thus started one of the happiest times of her life. No, this was something else. Walking out into their cute front yard, her brown eyes looked around in concern, and that's when it happened. The sky filled with the image she'd had nightmares about for months; Solaris laying mangled and broken under the foot of something too strong for him to defeat. He was laying in the bright liquid that was his blood, pooling from his eyes and mouth... and Penelope's heart felt like it was being squeezed in her chest. All she could do was watch - helplessly - as the monster grinned and slammed it's heavy foot down onto her love's chest. That pained, gurgled cry that was forced from his mouth made Penny's legs give out, falling to the ground where she struggled to breathe. The voice of the huge creature came to her ears and boiled her blood, making her wish she was there with him just so she could hurl an insult in his face, even if it killed her, too. But then that loud pop of his arm being ripped upward had her digging her fingers into the grass, tears flowing down her face. "No.... please get up... please..." She knew in her heart what was going to happen, but she couldn't accept it; not until it was done. His bloodied body was lifted into the air, the monster asking for his last words. The shapeshifter's stomach churned, one arm moving to wrap around her middle as she struggled not to throw up at the scene. Sol's rasping breath of a laugh was heard before he slowly spoke, breaking her out into soft sobs, the smallest smile on her face despite the current events. Even in the face of death, he was still stubborn as hell. Her stubborn, confident, goofy, adorable, loving Sun God, facing his death with his pride and honor in tact. Knowing it was coming now, she manged to whisper out one last time."I love you, stupid..." Hoping to every God in the multiverse that might exist that he was able to hear her somehow before the bright flash of light engulfed the sky, and in an instant he was gone. The rupture he traveled through to get home to her closed, and her heart shattered. The arm around her middle held herself tightly. The surprise she'd had for him was nestled inside her, one day too late telling him he would be a father. The little onesie outfit she'd picked out to hand to him was still hidden in their closet in a gift bag, the words 'I ♥ My Daddy' written across the front. Her body curled up in the middle of their yard, eyes staring blankly at the Tiger Lilies she'd planted in the flower bed while tears streamed across her face and down into her brunette hair. While he was gone and would never come home to her, their child would grow up knowing what a hero their father was; that he gave up his life to save millions of lives, including both of them, and she would always have a piece of him with her.His memory would never die.


02/12/2021 10:43 PM 

He Also Calls Ishgard His Home

It had been some time since Alphinaud had last made a trip to Ishgard, the Elezen wished to see how things were going with Aymeric’s new laws and the restoration of the Firmament. His sights were also set upon paying a visit to the only person he seen as an elder brother figure. Ishgard was quite busy with things, as usual, it was nothing new to the young Elezen, his first mission? the Congregation to see Aymeric of course! the guard had made Alphinaud wait.. of course.. whilst he’d inform the Lord Commander of the sudden visit. Beaming brightly upon hearing this, Aymeric gladly allowed Alphinaud to pay a visit.   “Well met, dear Alphinaud.. what brings you to grant us this visit?” Aymeric would ask as he placed a few documents aside, willing to make time for the young Scion. Happily of this gesture, Alphinaud bows before he fixes his posture “I simply wished to see how Ishgard is coming along!” he beams “Curious as I am, even if the Warrior may not currently be present, I am more than capable of helping with the news.” he gestures, the Lord Commander nodding in acceptance “And you have that right; Ishgard is doing quite well. The Firmament is nearly restored to its former glory. However...” his brows furrowed “There are those yet whom still follow upon my father’s old testaments... doing what they may, as they deny the positive changes to Ishgard.”

FFXIV, Final Fantasy XIV, Alphinaud, Aymeric, Ishgard, Starter, RP, RolePlay

Wild Fire

02/12/2021 09:16 PM 

Death of a God
Current mood:  peaceful

The brutal attack sent Solaris flying into the side of the mountain his imprint within the solid stone Bagan to crumble around him. He let out a strangled cry of pain as the wounds on his chest arms and legs oozed super white hot plasma. The Destroyer appeared before him slamming his fist into Solaris's solar plexus so hard that ribs broke and the same white substance ejected from his mouth spewing over his opponents forearm doing little to dissuade another rapid assault of punches into the same area. The God's cries echoed out into the world for all to hear as every solid pinch drove him deeper into the mountain side. Reaching in the Destroyer's massive hand grabbed the Divine Sun beings head and ripped him free of his self annointed tombstone. "You are hardly worth my time." Growled the behemoth called Entropy rattled on. Solaris was no slouch in battle, his gifts amazing and spectacular to witness, he had saved countless realms, countless world's from corruption, from evil. But now he had met his match, in order to save his friends throughout every universe, every time period he had ever visited, he would have to die. The juggernaut squeezed his hand around the Gods head causing intense bone crushing pain to shoot down his spine causing him to scream. Entropy raised the deity off the ground and slammed him into the mountain over and over and over again, this caused the Earth shake to the very core, forests started to topple, the earth began to split, even the mountains foundation began to crumble. Entropy's final slam of Solaris into the ground left Solaris laying in a pool of his own divine lifeblood. The twenty four foot destroyer released the God to let him suffer in his defeat. The deity's breath rattled as his starblood pooled in the corner of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, the same white hot liquid pouring out of his nose. Entropy lifted his foot and slammed it into the God's chest deepening the crater around Solaris. "This is the multiverse's mightiest warrior? Pathetic." Entropy ground his foot into Solaris's chest and raised his hand to the sky, everyplace he had visited would bear witness to his demise, as every world's skies would show Solaris laying mangled under the boot of something superior. Men, women, children, races of all kinds would lift their faces to the scene above. Shocked cries and gasps would echo throughout the multiverse. Entropy would grin as he slammed his foot into the God's chest one more time. His garbled blood curdling cry could be heard now by all those lives he had touched. "Open your eyes Solaris, let them see the sorrow, let them see the defeat of their beloved God." Entropy reached his massive hand down around Solaris is arm and pressed his thumb against his shoulder while Entropy's foot was still against his chest, a loud thunderous pop echoed and another cry from the sun god ripped through the dead planet. "Any last words?" Entropy barked and removed his foot lifting the God into the air his hand wrapped around his throat ready to snap the deity's neck. Solaris was a mess, beaten mangled hanging in the air barely able to stay conscious. Yet instead of succumbing to the pain his chest heaved as he wheezed. He was laughing, it hurt more than anything. With immense effort he move his good arm up to Entropy's arm his hand gripping the Destroyer's wrist. " thing..." Starblood pouring out from every orifice and pore now one eye closed. "You...Talk...Too..." His fingers began to glow a bright white light that spread quickly down his arm, through his chest, engulfing his entire body in the blink of an eye. He never finished his sentence the only thing the inhabitants of the multiverse saw was the sudden explosion of light and the skies going back to normal. The ruptures Solaris had travelled through closed before everyone's eyes, permanently. Those who knew him best would mourn him harder than those who only knew him by name, even enemies of his would feel the sting. But one thing was known and felt, his memory would live on.


02/11/2021 09:06 PM 

Alt Master List

This account encompasses a few Bloodborne and Dark Souls muses (Valtr, Vengarl and Orbeck), but it isn't my only account. Below I offer you my other characters and the link to their profiles.Dragonslayer Ornstein. He was worthy of his own account.For those of you looking for Lord of the Rings and high fantasy, I'm far down that rabbit hole. Enjoy.SauronLegolasThranduilThorinSmaug 


02/11/2021 12:29 PM 

Rules please follow them and sign

No oneliners No romantic or Erotic Roleplayers I have a life outside of Roleplaying, so won't be on all the time I have Autism, so please be nice to me NEVER STEAL MY CHARACTER IDEA If I do not reply for a while, it's because of a wrist injury The roleplays I like doing are high fantasy, horror sci-fi, dark adventures, and action


02/10/2021 11:03 PM 

Seraphina's Life

Seraphina is what some call a mutt or a half breed if you want to get mean about it. Which people like to do a lot when it comes to her. She is half Japanese and half French. She doesn't remember anything about her birth or childhood. She has been traveling all over the world where ever her father's business ventures take them. She doesn't have any friends because of this so most of her time is spent in her house with her annoying half sister and overbearing half brother. Both of her parents had been married previously before they had her. Sera has lived what she believed to be a normal life though she has known no other. She grew up in the spotlight with cameras and reports following her every move thanks to her father. When it came to her relationship with her parents Sera didn't have much of one. Her father was mentally and physically abusive towards her. He only saw her as an object rather then a person. She had to be perfect in every way so his image would not get tarnished. So anytime she made a mistake she would never hear the end of it from her dad and usual get a smack across the face. Her mother never tried to stop her father though would always step in later to treat the wounds. Sera wasn't sure if her mother feared her father or she just didn't care. Sera's relationship with her older half siblings wasn't any better. Her sister always belittled her and her brother treated her like a child. After years of so much abuse and being treated like she shouldn't exist Sera locked herself away in her room and hardly came out which worked out for her father as he didn't need to worry about his daughter causing problems. As she became an introvert she barely ever spoke and the only time anyone would hear her voice was muffled through her door as she was singing.Sera was home schooled most of her life by tutors her father paid for after all he couldn't have "an idiotic child" as her father put it. So when her family moved to Paris and she had to start life at a real school things were a bit awkward. Her first few days she just sat in the back of the class staring at the board with a blank stare. It took her teacher a lot of pushing just to get her to introduce herself. Though after a few weeks and getting to know other classmates she started opening up and began to make friends in her class and also enemies. She became close friends with Marinette and Alya. As it turned out Sera a very loyal and good friend as any time Chloe tried to cause trouble for Marinette, Sera was there to stop her and put the blonde in her face.After about month of classes things started to take a turn for the strange. She began having terrible headaches out of no where and her vision would get blurry. She had no idea what was going on as nothing like this had happened to her before. She was able to hide it pretty well as no one noticed this strange illness staring to take her over. Things did get worse as she began to hear soft whispers that seemed to come out of no where but she was able to tune them out with her music.One Saturday afternoon when there were no classes she was walking about with her headphones on just taking in the sites of Paris. That is when she got to experience her first up close and personal akuma attack. Some girl dressed in black and purple seemed to jump down out of the sky and right in front of her. Just looking at the girl she could tell something was off. Sera had heard of akumatized victims being a common occurance here but she had yet to meet one. The girl pointed a weird staff at her and tried freezing her into place but Ylva was able to dodge the attack. Sera's movements were a shock to her and the villian before her. It was like a knee jerk reaction that just came naturally to her. Though after the first attack came more which Sera was ready for and was able to avoid at every turn which only frustrated the akumitized girl to no end. Knowing that she needed to keep the girl here until Chat and Ladybug came onto the seen Sera used herself as a distraction keeping the akumas attention on her.After a good half hour passed the two super heroes of the day showed up and took care of the problem which gave Sera great relief as she was unsure how much more running around she could do. Ladybug had seen the girl's bravery and thought she would make a great superhero. So after letting a few days pass and talking to Master Fu Ladybug was given permission to give the girl the dog miraculous since the girl had shown great loyalty.That was the worse desicion she had ever made.. Sera was unsure at first about taking on this job but after some covincing from Ladybug Sera accepted and took hold of the chocker. The moment she put on the chocker chaos insued. The necklace seemed to fuse with her skin and the orange beads turned red as blood. The dog Kwamii named Barkk appeared and began screaming in pain. Soon the small orange dog became a dark brown wolf with scars on it's arms and ears. It also had small piercings in it's ears and a bushy tail. It looked completely different from the cute little orange pup that was there a moment ago. The Kwamii introduced itself in a deep voice by a different name. "Zevv.." it spoke in cold monotone voice. Ladybug of course had no idea what happened and Sera even tried to pull the chocker off but all it did was dig itself in deeper causing the skin to bleed. The necklace itself had change a good deal as well. It now had the blood red beads and small spikes on the side like something a person from a heavy metal band would wear. Unable to take it off Sera was stuck with it and the rather rude little Kwamii.Sera would soon learn how to transform into Ylva Bloodmoon and help Chat and Ladybug with their akuma problems. Though Seraphina would later come to realize down the road the change of the Kwamii and the miraculous was caused by the blood in her veins... "Zevv... Bloodcurdling Howl!"


02/10/2021 11:28 PM 

The Otherworld.

       ‘ Have you heard of the Mayan “end of the world”? You know, a bunch of nonsense about the world ending in 2012? Yeah, well it was a load of sh*t. The Mayan Calendar ended, but the world sure as Hell didn’t. Some would argue that it did, but what really ended was the Veil, or most of it anyway.      ‘ In the fall of 2012, sh*t got real. Centuries of quiet feuds and concealed conflicts reached a breaking point. Most humans carried phones that could record audio and video, while essentially telepathically linked to the rest of humanity electronically. Hiding things wasn’t as easy as it was in the Middle Ages. The vampires quietly ruling the cities kept expanding into the wilderness. The lycanthropes living in remote rural areas were running out of, well, remoteness. The most arrogant and the most pissy supernaturals were beginning to fight openly, and too often to hide.             ‘Tiny spats between young vampires with no subtlety, and young werewolves with more testosterone than brains, spiraled out of control. Soon their leaders were dragged into it, ancient vampires started waking up to the smell of mass bloodshed, and humans caught sight of it. The news was filled with scenes of werewolves and vampires ripping each other apart and doing things that were “impossible”.       ‘Governments tried to intervene, usually while trying to win public favor by trying to exterminate all the scary monsters. As it turned out, the scary monsters controlled a large chunk of the economies and militaries. In a moment of revelation, the one thing that really kept vampires in check was gone. An elder that always hated the Veil killed the president on live television, and laughed about how impotent politicians really were.       ‘That was a mistake. Politicians are generally ass-licking sycophants doing the dirty work for corporate fat-cats, but humans in general aren’t powerless. The Occultists usually stayed away from power plays, but they had to remind the vampires that they don’t own the planet. The vampires, and just about everyone else, thought the occultists had been out of the picture since the inquisition. Like the supernaturals, they just learned to be more careful and choose their battles. Rather than dwindle, they took advantage of faster transportation, academic institutions, archaeological excavations, and sweet, sweet technology. A whole library of dusty old grimoires can fit on a hard drive. Anthropology departments and museum collections are great ways to acquire ancient relics. The occultists had been growing in number since the 1800s, hiding secret paths to lure the insightful, and send the stupid chasing lizard-people. When a third party flew onto the stage with an ass-load of natural disasters and sudden explosive infernos, everyone went all out.        ‘The Supernatural World War didn’t last long, but it was messy. Desperate politicians ordered nuclear strikes, killing millions of civilians w that were more like paramilitary gangs with no regard for anyone living in their territory. It was a bloody free-for-all. Then, like most wars, it was over. No one really won. The vampires still had their cities and precious positions of influence. The werewolves still had the boonies. The occultists managed to shake up the supernaturals without exposing themselves too much. The rest tried to slip back into their various niches and pretend it was business as usual, only it wasn’t.       ‘Cities had been destroyed, economies had entirely collapsed in a week, and the general public now knew werewolf gangs and vampire cabals were real. Some people knew ordinary humans in the right university or family could learn how to put Harry Potter to shame. Some had found out about others in all the chaos, like changelings posing as ordinary humans, and possessed people that weren’t just schizophrenic religious fanatics. It was a brave new world, but also a scared old world. The supernaturals weren’t sure how to handle a society that knew they existed, and most humans weren’t sure what to make of a world where the folklore and a few crazy theories were at least kinda true. It was the beginning of a new age.       ‘Most of the major religions went tits up. Evangelical Christians had a hard time galvanizing fanatics when vampires older than Christianity contradicted them at every turn. Some managed to play the “minions of the devil” card, but then the vampires would just throw the “there is no devil” card at them, which they strapped to a piece of the true cross. The vampires had a real thing for torturing preachers over using Roman names instead of Aramaic ones too. The other monotheistic religions had a lot of the same problems, and the extremist factions suddenly had too many people they hated to keep track of. A lot of bigots couldn’t be open with their hate anymore; beating up a twink or an old Jew in an alley isn’t hard, but it’s hard to were-bash a biker that can grow a severed arm back in a minute or two, then ripe you in half like a f***ing Christmas cracker. The hate groups had to go underground and learn to be as careful as the supernaturals they suddenly had to direct their bigotry at.       ‘Business and pop culture got weirder, like usual. Suddenly, vamp bars were a thing where horny flakes into the cheesy vampire romance novels could suddenly trade blood for a quickie with a two hundred year-old with fangs. Were-p0rn made bestiality almost legal. Occult and new age shops saw better sales than in the 70s and 90s combined. Just about every teenager was a “psychic” if they had a dream and guessed the weather accurately a few times, and every oddball outsider kid thought they might be a changeling. The dent in the human population and economic upheaval stopped the urban sprawl for a few years, and guns of all shapes and sizes were legalized everywhere. Unsurprisingly, shootings became as common as office affairs and sexual abuse scandals. Every hate monger and deranged idiot with or without a pulse could buy automatic weapons meant for war, and go on a shooting spree in the name of the living, waking up on the wrong side of the bed, or f***ing Gozer the Gozerian. Politicians suddenly had to change laws quickly when faced with a new wild west. Suddenly human blood came bottled in some convenience stores.       ‘By 2020, things started to become the new normal. Sure, most major cities are still dystopian sh*tholes, every idiot with an assault rifle thinks they’re a “werewolf hunter”, and the governments are all still quaking with the fear of that hot vampire stud getting elected. Aside from the cultural craziness and huge spikes in violence, things are as kinda-sorta normal-ish as they can be in eight years.       ‘Now the big question, is where do you fit in all of this? Who are you? What are you? What can you do? What motivates you to get out of bed, or a coffin, each day or night? Are you “out of the coffin” about whatever you are, or do you lead a secret life for convenience? Do you know any supernaturals? Is your drinking body a hunter that goes globetrotting while looking for Lovecraftian tentacle-monsters to kill? Did you vote for that V.A.M.P. governor in the last election? Why are you suddenly in a shabby city like Detroit? Were you born there? Did you move there? Is it were you got bitten or vamped? Did Puck swap you with a human baby back in 1990? Are you on the run and using all the abandoned ruins in the most post-apocalyptic of dystopian cities for hideouts? Did you escape a cult that grew you from a drugged woman and a glob of old one goo?       ‘There’s really only one way to find out. Welcome to the Otherworld.’   -Professor V.  


02/10/2021 09:16 PM 

Rules for my Domain
Current mood:  blah

These are to be followed to a absolute T. I will either delete or block anyone who does not follow these rules. After you have read my rules please post your favorite gif and sigh them please. 1. I will not always be here as I have a job and it requires alot of my time. 2. I do not do real life relationships. This is a must. I will not give you my phone number or send pictures of myself to anyone. 3. I am here to have fun and create stories. I do not want to have to block someone because they are abusing that. 4. DO NOT START DRAMA!!! I can not stress this enough. I have had enough of drama and do not need anyumore. 5. I do have 3 kids and am a single mother. My kids always come first so please do not harasse me for roleplays. 6. Have fun! I want to make friends and have fun not make sexual partners.After you have read these please respond with a gif and sign your name

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