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Blythe Monrae 18.3 6.2" ((7.8)) tall,lean and muscular,tribal arm band tattoos,platinum blonde hair,ocean blue eyes basic color tee with a graphic hoodie over top, jeans and timberlands sly,clever,monotone,protective,neutral, Lysander Monnette 18.7 5.8((9.2)) average height,thin,blonde hair, magenta eyes colored tee and a grey or black hoodie, leggings, black rimmed glasses, chucks outgoing, talkative, charismatic, caring, loving Axel Mirus 19 6.5((7.9)) tall, lean, muscular, blonde hair, one green eye one blue eye, colored hoodie, legging or jeans, hightops, black rimmed glasses shy,hushed,ambivalent,

Hello to you all. If you didn't know, which I'm sure you did not, I like to make up ideas. And I enjoy role-playing. So, it should only see fit to do this. Now, let us proceed with the ideas. I warn you-- they might get somewhat ridiculous. If so.. no apologies. Heheh. Promises, promises.. MAILER DAEMONS AND THEIR SEDUCTIONS. Quick Summary: A person falls in love with someone inside a book. Background: Teen Titans. I kid you not. That episode with Raven being wooed from someone that was inside a book and turned out to be evil? Totally inspired this. A HOUSE AND ITS ESOTERIC WAYS. Quick Summary: A murderer used to live inside the house. The person is brave (or stupid) enough to live there. Shit goes down. Background: I love Horror Movies. I loved the movie Sinister. INSPIRATION STRUCK. TRADITIONAL VAMPIRES AND HAMLETS. Quick Summary: A magistrate is meddlesome, and decides to change some bastard's hamlet. This bastard is vampire. OH SHI-- Background: My complete admiration and love of Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'. Yes. Those are my ideas. My first ones. Feel free to message or reply to this if interested at all. My own RPing Information is: [/li][li]My traditional responses are between 150 - 200 words or more [/li] [li]and I can get on between 3 and 10 P.M. EST.[/li] If you need more information, again, just tell me! Tea's STRANGE AND SLIGHTLY ODD CHARACTERS. Here are some per-established characters. They may not go with the RP I think about, and actually are NOT built for them, but are here for pleasurable viewing. Race: Witch; Celtic Wicca Full name: Timon Brenhin Waahid ( Or as an affectionate pet name, TB or Ti-Ti.) Age: 28 The ones that seem hopeless... LOOKS Height and Weight: 5'11'' and 146 lbs., 32 ounces. Complexion: You know that cup of nice, steaming, black coffee you get at a diner? Obsidian black liquid deliciousness in a mug right? That's him but just a shade or two lighter. Because of his surprisingly dark skin color, the black hair doesn't help all that much. Body Type/Health: Not in good shape. With several medical issues, he has to take pills almost constantly and with the amount of stress he feels on a daily basis, it does affect his health. Not to mention with the stress and combined issues- don't really help in the locks department. Most people would describe him as this; A giant took him by the head and then the foot and just pulled. He is lanky and with long sort of limbs though there is some underlying strength. Facial features: A sort of triangular face molded into sharp angles. His ears are a bit sharp to go along with his nose and structure of his eyes. There are slightly angular features to him such as the sudden sharp curve of his eyes and sharpness to his ears. It was as if little triangles were inserted into his face to give him all of this. In some weird, strange way… It kind of works for him. Distinguishing marks: His eyes that are- for the record- NOT CONTACTS. He leaves all that Circle Lenses, Colored Contacts bull-shit for those who want to go through all of that. Aside from that he has the strangest mark under his cheek. It's very small but when you zoom in, you can make out almost.. Words? Who knows. Apparent Temperament: His posture is a bit hunched and slouched which gives him the height of 5'9'' or so but whenever he is very serious, he stands straight and tall. He is always wearing the expression of a blank, bored, and stoic male who seems to be staring off into space. Because of his eyes, most people think him to be a major druggie and his shabby clothes doesn't really help this. Whenever he gets passionate about a subject, he begins talking very fast and usual paces with his hands behind his back and his coat flowing behind him. This happens when he usually sparked by a subject he is interested in, likes, or making plans or ideas. He is almost constantly mumbling to himself and when he is not doing so, is usually cracking his knuckles and wrist. Because of his usual pent up emotions and energy, he can easily fly into a flurry of movements and expressions and words. Aside from that, he is usually always moving (shifting from foot to foot, pacing) and doesn't really.. Walk. It seems like he glides how smooth his movements are. Hair and eyes: His hair goes in a sort of layered pieces curling out with split ends evident in some places but aside from that, is- or had been- a sandy blonde color with brown pieces mixed in. It had framed his sort of triangular face going to soften the almost strange angles of his face. But now? The locks had slowly drained to black though the tips seem to be going a bit white. It's grown out now and makes him seem like a sort of wild hobo, the mane of tangled black hair giving people that sort of impression. When he does take a look at himself in the mirror, it's combed and brushed and shampooed and taken care of to be restored back to it's split ended, layered form. Eyes.. A bit of a unique thing when it comes to Timon. He has the case of Heterochromia iridum with his right eye being a bright, slightly hazel color while the other is a burnt wheat color- though with that he has Central Heterochromia iridum with the color around his iris being brown. These strange orbs always seem to stop people dead when they stare right into them; Sharp and critical black holes- or rather, brown and hazel.. Black holes. Both eyes are usually covered with the bangs of his hair, only a few places of the bright colored eyes showing. Not to mention that he's going blind in one of his eyes so the color has become subdued. Casual wardrobe: When he's out and about, it's normal for him to wear this. A black trench coat decked out in brass buttons. It is in no way high fashion or a 'great deal' and some thrift store but rather a slightly raggedy coat that he always wears. For some reason, it is never taken off- not even when the splintering hot weather beats down upon him. Underneath that? No one particularly knows but it's probably not very fashionable. Light boots that kind of mold to his feet- makes it easier to run ya know? Other than that, when he's home it's all very plain. A pair of baggy sweatpants, an over sized rainbow sweater that has maintained its bright, vivid color with no shoes. ACTION TIME wardrobe: He doesn't ditch the trench coat but rather opens it, revealing a black, silk dress shirt that fits to his body slightly. His dark brown pants are a bit ripped and dirtied with dust and many times he spent int the woods. He doesn't particularly change his clothing other than just opening up his trenchcoat and pulling on some fingerless, black gloves. Usually he runs away or climbs up trees so the gloves do protects his hands in a sort of way. Etc: He usually paints his nails or toes sometimes but only once in a blue moon. He has tattoos located on several parts of his body but where they are- the world may never know. Along with the tattoos, he does his ow henna- and rather nicely at that. He used to have piercings but the metal bothered him too much in later years so he removed them. Now a days, he has Indian-like jewelry that he puts on only once in a blue moon. PERSONALITY Music: A very straightforward and sharp male really. Timon doesn't like to dilly-dally when he knows there are important matters to be attended to and for him, everything is an important matter- EV-ER-Y-THING. Whether this be due to his mild case of OCD or his strong case of Paranoia, who knows. All there is to say on his demeanor- on the surface- is that he is a weird, isolated, obsessive compulsive freak who seems to have a case of pretty mild Dysthymia. In truth.. That is the truth- if you include his case of Asperger syndrome. Not only is he a man who questions every person, every action, and every detail in his existence but is also very paranoid due to the things he has 'played' in. Constantly looking over his shoulders, constantly being severe, and constantly taking pills to soothe his conditions is what Timon is and really, always will be. He doesn't like people a certain inch (4 inches) close to him and always knows when you've stepped one centimeter over that 4 inch mark that you are not supposed to cross. His OCD causes him to play a frightening amount of attention to detail. It's not good to call him shy either. He is a reticent person in a way but he'll be quick to pounce on what mistakes you made, how you made them and tell you the right way. It is rare that you will see him in a different mood or state but- like all cliches- he changes around those he is comfortable around. His tone may not be as sharp and he'll calm subtly around them. Afterward he'll go straight back to his sharp, paranoid, and critical self and all will be right in the world. Very few things can get him talking but when he becomes passionate in something- even the smallest thing- it's hard to get him to shut up until you make a good argument that'll get him thinking or he runs out of voice to talk in. Strangely enough, he never shows anger. Rage. It is an emotion smothered deep inside him along with lust and wrath. Though his snapping and scowling is perceived as anger it is only irritation and nerves. He never really gets angry and never really feels the need to do 'manly deeds' (".. I wear tube sucks. I don't use them.") and check women out or anything. Timon has an intense interest with things related to science, nature and death such as corpses, molecular and DNA structures, graveyards, headstones, demons, chemistry, etc. Also an intense interest in all things human, werewolf, witch and well.. People related. Observing people is said to be unnerving but he wouldn't know. Regular people are so fascinating, don't you think? Speech: If he ever does talk, it is usually a hoarse tone of voice. Timon has a soft- but not kind- voice. It is very harsh and sharp at most times and though quiet, holds a serious tone and one that demands attention and respect. People better listen when he starts talking. Other than that, he reverts to Old Time Speak in a stunning Bri'ish accent when he becomes passionate about things. One always reverts to one's roots but since he hardly talks, when he begins speaking too long his voice grows hoarse and he usually begins signing rapidly or tapping things out in Morse Code. Pet Peeves: You got an hour? Okay. He has an acute and severe hate for people that are too happy all the time. Yes, in a sense that is a bitchy quality but with his ever annoying sense of dread and paranoia- those who act like mindless, idiotic, bubble-headed fools piss him off. Any sort of Valley Girl or flippant accent pisses him off. He hates people who flaunt their wealth when they obtained it solely from family and lineage and rank in society because you better WORK your OWN ASS OFF to get what you have. Yes, even though he doesn't have a job- of sorts- and basically has no life, Timon does do stuff to get his own cash flowin'. Any person that just gets money because the family they were born into and doesn't do anything special, that has no job or anything, is stupid. They don't deserve their wealth. They deserve to work like everybody else in this world to obtain their inheritance or whatever. You can blame this pet peeve on some of the rich kids that were down in Cornwall that got all the new games. He was the one delivering papers and doing errands to get his cash, not just asking 'Mummy' or 'Dauddy' or 'Grandmama' for it. (Even nowhe sneers at the memories of those little twerps.) Any sort of thing that is constantly chirping- like cell phone alarms or wake up calls will make him twitch and he will smash the source of sound. Anything with a whisper-y sound because you can't whisper AND not be seen with Timon. He'll go crazy (er.) Chew your food too loudly, chomp your gum too much, and yap on the phone constantly and he will go medieval torture on your ass. Timon can't stand witch, wizard, warlock or any other related magic-obtaining being/monster stereotypes. He is also very wary of things like puppets or marionettes because they're just plain creepy. Eck. EQUIPMENT A wine red pager, of course, that is tucked into the breast pocket of his coat. Timon carries a small notepad and journal to jot down ideas, observations, and plans into. Being the meticulous person, there are sections on tabs in both the notebook and journal. Along with that he also carries a pocket flashlight and a dagger or two. He also carries around a camera to take pictures of his observations and such. LIFE Favorite color: Royal Blue- or Emerald Green, he truly can't decide. That's the color of his sister's eyes and he always found both colors rather beautiful. Hobbies: Learning new languages and practicing many olden techniques that many witches haven't used in a while. Since he does like science and experimenting, there are many occasions in which he will mix Liquid A with Chemical Y and use Compound W to see just what happens. He likes to.. Knit. And drawing things is fun. He enjoys researching different cultures, societies, poisons- things of that nature. He likes voodoo dolls, too and collecting cute things. Along with the occasional venture outside to take pictures or take observations of things which lead him to tend to a small garden in the back of his house. Likes: Dead things Reading Science Math Experiments Cute things Dead Bodies The I.D. Channel Dislikes: Loud things Social activities Stereotypes of 'monsters' and other things Crosses Spell books Halloween Fears: If anyone is paranoid, they obviously fear what would happen to them if they weren't on the constant look out. Timon takes this to a whole 'nother level. The man has 25 identified phobias, 43 irrational fears, and 2 food related fears that prevent him from eating anything that remotely has an eye when it is served up to him (ex. Fish with the eyes still in them; That makes him scream aloud.) As someone who has had bad experiences with the paranormal, supernatural and spirits he doesn't like walking into any places that are remotely 'haunted' with spirits that are deemed to be 'dangerous.' He has a fear and hate of children with really creepy smiles or laughs because spirits that take over children like to smile like that. Timon hates being out in the open- like clearings- because then he feels exposed and anything could happen to him, anything could slither on up to him without him completely knowing and finally. He has an acute fear of social activity and trusting. Agenda: Searching for his mother and sister have led him to hiring quite a few private investigators but after three years of wasted money, he took things into his own hands. The old man offered him information and he intends to get the information he wants. But there's also something that motivates him to... 'participate' in such things. He does want to get over his aversion to society and people in general, be the vampire or humans. There's so much turmoil in his mind that maybe this new little 'challenge' will take his mind off some things. What guarantees the fact that you'll stick around?: The man knows where he can get his answers. Not to mention getting to observe other witches and vampires and humans is interesting.. Day job: If you call trolling on websites that make fun of the Wiccan Culture and Witches, a job then.. But not really. He actually sells art online and on street corners sometimes and designs websites for mullah. You can thank the internet for all that. He'd rather not go out. At all. Where they hail from: Raised in Cornwall, England though he was born in Tamil Nadu, India. How they became what they are: He was born 2 minutes and 5 seconds before his twin sister, Yoru, dubbing him the older brother. Timon was always strange. Growing up in Cornwall, England with an Indian background already stamped that word 'strange' across his forehead along with his dark, bronze skin color and unusual eyes. But he didn't care. He was a child, intelligent and happy and in swimming in a completely blissful, ignorant and untainted mind. Loving his little sister, playing with his little sister, and being the best big brother he could be. Then his Mother got him into Wicca and Dark magic. Dear sweet Timon was only 3 or 4 when this began happening but a very intelligent third or four year old. When he began to practice the culture with his mother, the woman could see great potential. So he was pushed to go farther. Pushed to break the rules. Pushed to exceed what was not expected. Through the culture he discovered the Celtic Arts and began practicing those but alas; The boy was still too young to comprehend what he could truly do. He caught people's attention- some attention of which was not very good. As did his sister who had a particular interest in talking to spirits. They were both gifted, both talented and both intelligent. One particular night, he was taking the road home from a quick stop to the grocery store when a woman stopped him. She was nice looking even though her hair was a stunning regulation white. She cooed at him, coaxed him to walk home with her since they were, apparently, taking the same route. Timon had smiled and talked to her, finding a confidante he could rely on and talk and ever since then they did the same thing. It came to a time on their fourth week of walking and talking did the strangely beautiful woman requested a task. For him to go out and get a book for her- just in a small little house in the forest. Timon, being ever so respectful and kind, went off to do what he was told and found the small, abandoned house. Or really a crypt but technicalities right? He went inside, found a book and like any natural bookworm- read. Moments later a wail like a thousand forgotten souls echoed around the forest, a sense of dread and evil suddenly weighing itself in the air around the crypt. He had enough strength to haul ass out of there and go back to his home. His mother was gone as was his sister and he was alone. How long had he been in that crypt, talking and reciting? Where was that woman? And what the hell had happened to his hair- FFFFFFFF- All he could do now was search for his family and study more magic. He neglected school- he already had the I.Q. of a college graduate- and became more secluded. More into himself. He became scared, fidgety, suspicious and by neglecting natural human needs and questioning everything… He became the man he is today. Notable experiences since then: He moved to London on a tip/ rumor that a member of his family was there so in search of information on his family, he got a plane and flew over. He didn't find anything there and was led to a dead end and because he didn't really care for traveling back to Cornwall, he stayed in London. Timon decided to invest himself in some education and so signed up for some online classes after some hacking and began studying some things he needed to catch up on. At this point in time, he fully secluded himself from the outside world and society. He is celebrating his 6th year of [urlHikikomori right now. His whole world is his house and aside from his few trips to the grocery store so he can wipe out their inventory, he really doesn't go out. Solitude is comfortable. Criminal Record: A few minor assault charges and hacking. He hadn't taken his pills on those days. As for the hacking though.. Eh, he felt like it. Why does it matter? The laws of nature and life are broken by his very existence anyhow so some inferior laws of a city should be broken, too. Etc:: Nothing for now.. Specialty: Spirit Summoning/ Necromancy. If having things do your will isn't good enough, well hell, having an army of zombies and re-animated bodies is a whole lot better don't cha think? Timon is able to this without having to say any sort of incantation of sort- just focus. A great deal of focus and energy is required to do this and needs his constant, 80-90 percent attention. Other than that, he is actually very quick on his feet and nimble. Good with a knife, too. Fetish: Wicca Pendent- One long, black string of twined rope with the pendent resting against his chest. It is always tucked into his shirt but on a rare occasion, he will take it out and proceed to hold it tightly or clean it. At first glimpse it is unremarkable- like it's owner- but that's the fun thing. You can see the symbols and strange verses carved delicately and into perfect detail into it's cool, silver surface. It vibrates with something akin to power; The kind of power that instantly raises goosebumps. Familiar: Because of his Celtic magic and upbringing, these animals are attracted to him: Butterflies, Dogs, and Cats. He is very in tune with them to the point where he can begin talking fervently to one of them in the middle of the street. They are drawn to him like bees drawn to their hives; Following him around any which way and messing with his shoes, hair, and clothes. Not like he minds though. (The type of animal(s?) they are most in tune with, how in tune they are with them, etc.) Social standing: .. W-What is this 'Social Standing' you speak of? He barely goes out of his house much less goes out of his way to create a social standing for himself! Best described as 'avoided'; people know him and very few approach him. He is an unnerving force naturally. He lives in an isolated house on the outskirts of the city- nice little lake, big green ol' forest and conveniently near a graveyard. It's not an old shack but rather, a carefully constructed building with the strangest of detailing. It has some design structures from Ireland but in a way, not very much. Social stealth: Very well. But the fact that he doesn't really go out very much kinda helps. BENEFITS FROM THE RACE Knowledge- Because he needs to, obviously, know things, Timon is very well educated with the intelligence that almost rivals Einstein's own. In both the spirit world, human world, and other various sections and degrees of intelligence. Not to mention wisdom. Sense Sparks- If his paranoia didn't already make him more aware of the world around him, his race does. Having to be aware of his body as not only a past dancer but as a witch has improved his senses drastically. ---__-- - Friedrich Nietzsche Name: Arram Delevia Age: Looks to be around 27. Is, in actuality, 29,000 years old. Gender: Neither man nor woman but is referred to as a male. ((A picture of his female self is down.)) Species: Djinni Sexuality: Who and whatever catch his interest. Appearance: He is marked with henna and likes to wear Indian jewelry. Other: He is able to change into the form of a woman and morph into djinn forms of both gender. When in full djinni form, his henna and tattoos morph into patterns which glow. General persona: Arram gives out a very calm, serene and almost Zen-like aura that surrounds him frequently. Everything about him is just relaxing and able to soothe anyone though he can have his mischievous streaks. Arram is very intellectual and meticulous- fussing over little things like organization and the manner of which things are put in. Some people may describe him as a bit of an OCD freak but he just likes things to be spic and spam. But even so, there are hints of violent, horrible anger behind that calm and soothing face. And it is very dangerous- that much is known. Likes: Magic, Wine, Unique people, Cute things, India, Hookah, Weed, Tobacco, Lace, Old Times, The desert Dislikes: Some forms of technology, Things that smell too strong, Fish, Some forms of technology Fears/Phobis: The fear of being forgotten, children, things that are too tight, being ridiculed to a point where it is harassment. Other: He knows much more when it comes to history since he's been around for so long. A demon created from the dust of Earth's land and the fires of hell, Arram was a very powerful djinni. He was at the wars in Prague, fought alongside Bartimues and was known to be one of the most fearsome of all the demons. It was only during the battles of Persia did, he meet his downfall. Seduced by a man in the army, Arram slowly found himself drawn to him- wanting to protect this mere human that was his enemy. Falling deeper and deeper into this love- this obsession- he was betrayed in the end. After telling this man what he was, how he felt, everything there was to know the man double crossed and captured him. His prison for 250 years was not a lamp, or a glass, or a bowl but rather, in a book. His true name was written down and he could be summoned by any mage that wished his assistance at any time. Whether it be to fight battles or to be one to cure the hungry lust inside these people. Hate boiled behind this calm exterior. Building and growing and forming inside him, simpering and flashing at small intervals only to be reigned back in. He grew to hate every single human on the Earth- especially men. Especially any man that came from the one person who had betrayed his heart and himself. That would be his female version. -> -- Name: Macalla Yabarak Wolfe Nicknames: Fenris, Kitten, Mac, Wolf Age: 17 Gender: "Mm.. Let me check real quick. Oh yes. There's a trouser snake in my pants. So.. I'm a guy! Man, I almost forgot my own gender. A-duh." Pets: A bad-ass dog that he named Bartholomew. And then this cat named Precious. Uke or Seme: Wouldn't you like to know. Accents: Bi' ofa Suudern tinge der. More Australian, though. Occupation: Eh? Oh. Over at the bars. Make the best damn cocktail you've ever laid your pervy lips on. You can also find him over at the strip club. Not stripping, of course, just serving drinks to people. But come Stripping Saturday, you'll find him on the pole. Relationship status: "Aside from how much ass I get in clubs.." Single. No one can really tie him down. Personality: "Party hard. And then study hard. And then sleep hard. I'm hard. Un momento, must take care of my hard-ness. What?! It was funny!" So, you know that one guy at the beach that does all the crazy shit? Mm, yeah, that Mac. The boy is a tease, flirtatious to the core, and loves challenges. Facing things head on is what he usually does, and be it sports or confessing to a one night stand that last night was the last time they'd be talking, he chooses to go into it with all his might. That's just Mac. You can say that he's everyone's friend. That bitch that you love to hate, that guy you hate to love. But you're going to feel strong feelings for him either way. Macalla doesn't really care what people think of him. He's unafraid of people's judging stares, and that seems to go for everything else. Even if he puts all his might into everything, that has its downfalls. The boy is a flirtatious bastard who hasn't a care if someone who likes him sees. And that also accounts to him getting very jealous over things. Especially people. Other than that, Macalla is just.. a ball of fun. A wild night, a fun, crazy day and an afternoon of snorts and laughter. Because he's oh-so-loveable. Likes: Partying, Raves, Soda, Sugar, Cute things, Reading, Videogames, Designing, Mods, The beach, Music, Men, Women, Abs, Booties, That pair of jeans in the back of his closet, His job, Science Dislikes: Hoes that don't know what's up, party poopers, people stealing his shit, that slut in 4B, Noobs, Bell Bottoms: Like seriously, what the hell? He hates Duck Face. Forever hating. Hobbies: Dancing like nothing matters anymore is a thing of his. Macalla is actually pretty good with technology, so he enjoys making Mods and things in games and on the computer. Animation is a thing of his. He makes adjustments to clothes and pictures, and changes his hair almost every.. two or three months. On a softer, gentler side, Macalla takes care of some cats and other animals on the street that are neglected or hurt and plays piano. Huge raver, DDR Master. Talents: He's really good at dancing. Like, really good. And at the piano, too. Back in Australia, he surfed a lot so there's that, too. And the Mods on the games. Fears: Loving someone completely, dying without anyone noticing, what could happen to his Dad, falling in Love, seeing animals die Ways of coping: Smoking, Booze, Women, Men, Sex, Partying, Drugs Crush: Pffttt- HAHAHAHA! Nice one man. But no. Seriously, sweetie, keep dreamin'. History: Macalla comes from Australia. Born near the beach- and actually on the beach- he fell in love with the water. And Science. His Dad, you see, was an American Biotechnologist who was testing some experiments dealing with hydro power when he met Mac's mother. 1 year of dating and 9 months later, dun-da-da-dun. But his Father still continued his experiments with water and got his son involved. So, Mac grew up in a good home with a love of Science before he could even really talk very well. They moved when he was 8 though. His Dad went to China just a few years after that. Mac went back and forth between his home in Florida to China to visit his Father. When the man got detained and put in jail, and Macalla and his Mother weren't told much by the police, his world kind of.. cracked. The boy started smoking when he was 13, got into drinking when he was 15 and used sex as an escape. He and his Mother are still trying to get his Father out of jail and get more information from the police, but Mac's been doing good. His Mom started a Dance Studio and works with Vogue Magazine thanks to his Fashion Blog and he's won a few hundred thousand dollars from competitions in art, science, and other things. So yea. Kinda cool isn't it? Other: He has his eyes on a certain guy, if you wanted to know that. Not like he likes the guy or anything but... Whatever. Ooh, and he's double-jointed. Flexible and all. ~~ Note: so much editing...