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Anyone interested in helping me release some yaoi? I'm thinking about starting up a group to do some, so if you'd like to help, message me for more info. https://discord.gg/gqUMFpH https://galaxydoesbl.tumblr.com

Hello Everyone! It 's been awhile since I've tried to pull out there and try something new. I feel like I've been in a bit of a rut. I hope that finding a few new partners could help me. Unfortunately, I have not ideas to propose with this request, but I hope to come up with a few ideas together. Now a few more rules before I end this: * Any position is fine. (I've been a uke for some time, but I could switch it up.) * Please respond in the third person. * Semi-literate and literate responses are preferred. I hope that this isn't too much to ask. I've seen soon really grat roleplays on here and hope to meet a few new people in the process. Thanks for reading.

🆕 Soft snow whipping through the air on one calm January afternoon. After school such a long day at the café it warmed the young Dylani's heart that he would soon be home and in the sweet embrace of his love. The young boy loved the fact that his love was waiting for him every day after work. They did not have very many moments together,due to his older lover working in the late hours of the night. Thoughts were swirling around in the boy's head like the wind picking up the heavily falling snow. This weather could only remind him of how the pair met only one month before. It was close to Christmas,the cafe bustling with costumes as it usually does during that time of year. A tall man had just entered the place, face covered by a simple scarf. He remembered being given his table to take care of the older male. The first thing Dylani noticed about the gentleman was his smile. It warmed the room like none he had ever seen, orbs so bright that the young boy couldn't help but to blush." H-Hello... How may I help you this afternoon?" Was all he could muster. Dylani had never felt so flustered by anyone in his life. His voice deep,soothing to the ear as he ordered a simple black coffee.This only made him feel worse about wearing a dress.As the young boy severed him they did steal glances,up to the older male about to depart. "Please come back soon sir. We'd happy to have you back." Dylani chimed as his guest departed. But as the gentleman left he had slipped something into the young boy's hand, such warm skin burning through his uniform gloves. It seemed so surreal, nothing that he had ever experienced. Looking down the older man had left two things,maybe one of the largest tips he had ever seen,and a business card with his name and number circled, writing so very delicate yet powerful handwriting spelling out the words 'Call Me.' The young boy had gotten many cards like this,from bikers,drunks,and rift raft. But this seemed different,like if he made the call,he wouldn't be ogled by his feminine frame,but to be taken in by something much more. Within the month the two did met again,sharing their likes,their dislikes, moving into the older male's home. It might have been too fast for some, but the two of them could not help the shear emotion.The young boy had opened up more to the older male than anyone he had ever met. He couldn't explain it. No words could truly express the great emotion he had held for this male. The great acceptance of his own flaws and manor. The young boy couldn't even ask for anyone like his lover.He could not dream of it. In a moments notice Dylani was home,inside and changing out of his snow soaked boots and heavy jacket. With a simple chime of his soft voice he had made himself known in the house. It was great to be finally home, unknowing to him that he would be soon swept up by the embrace of his lover. A small squeak escaped him as he was brought closer to a much larger,stronger frame. Taking in the sweet scent the young boy looked up at the older male, flashing a small smile." It's good to see you too..." Dylani did not want to leave this embrace. He had gotten too attached. This was the greatest highlight of his day.

Hey there, everyone! I've been mulling over this idea for some time now, an idea for a group RP themed around a high school for superheroes. I hope that this could be an opportunity to gain experience dealing with multiple people, with different ideas and different focus points of writing. I hope to grab five other people to try this idea,One more uke,two sekes,and two semes. Comment below with a bio and picture for your character if you're interested. A Few Rules Before We Begin: *+5 sentences for each reply. *Be careful of grammar, spelling, and other workings.( Not too much of a deal, but it would be good to understand what you just wrote.) *Respond in the 3rd person. Use "" for speech, and '' for thought. *Limit yourself to three powers. *The picture for the bio might be missing.If that's the case, go to my album called "Traps". The first picture of that album is what Collie should look like. Thanks again for your time.

Hey everyone, you can call me Miku! I am 23yrs old and currently searching for something very specific... Mostly for sadistic semes to rp dark/twisted/horror things with me. I write in third person past tense but can write first person as well. I can match any length and grammar or spelling usually isn't an issue for me, but I am NOT a grammar nazi!! I don't care for your mistakes at all, as long as I can still understand you. If you want to write one line, cool! If you want multiple, detailed paragraphs, awesome! I seriously don't mind. I am available everyday and can usually reply fast. Also, I tend to play uke but they aren't normally sweet and delicate, and sometimes they can be a switch if enough inspiration hits. I live in the USA, eastern standard time, but due to insomnia, I am on at very random hours, haha~ Kinks: Non-con/rape (this is my biggest kink to be honest XD), smut, bondage, (gags, blindfolds, restraints, handcuffs, etc), humiliation, orgasm (control, denial, forced, multiple), bathroom control (not toilet play!), toys, oral, sexual exhaustion, milking, abusive relationships, dirty talking, videotaping, discipline/punishment Limits: Furries, vore, infantilism, mpreg, scat, sissification/femboys, severely injuring/killing off characters (including castration, amputation, snuff, etc... But gore and abuse is fine!) Plot bunnies: Revenge, blackmail, stockholm syndrome, role reversals, cruel & sadistic characters, characters with deep pasts, dramatic plot twists, forced homosexuality, older sub/younger dom (the other way is good too, just putting this out there so people know that I do not mind it), anything dark and twisted I am totally up for plotting together or hearing your ideas! I do have some plots or pairings in mind which you are free to ask about (or I might add them later at another date), but don't hesitate to tell me your cravings! ^_^ PM if you are up for it please!!! I can give out my messenger/outside info or we can rp through here. Whatever works! I swear I am a friendly person who will be more than happy to chat ooc about whatever you have on your mind!

What can one say about a young man who crossdresses? One might go along as to call him strange,a freak, one that could be seen as having a kink for women's undergarments. But no one would wonder about how one would feel in that kind of guard,how much better off that they feel expressing that side of them that needs them to let this part showcased for all to see. For one young man that question plagued him for the majority of his life. He called himself Char. And for as long as he could remember, he felt much more comfortable dressing as a girl. Due to his feminine appearance one would believe that not many would question this choice. His father questioned this, teachers questioned this, classmates questioned this. They all wondered if there was something wrong with the brunette, asking what caused him to do this. And as with most frequent questions the young trap always answered the same. "There's nothing wrong. I just feel more comfortable like this." This answer would not sit well for most people. Char would know this by his sophomore year in high school. There was always someone, some group that would want to make a mockery of his choices. The teasing, the defacing of his locker, and even gaining up on the poor youth to beat on him. All of this, because he was different. Why would anyone do such a thing to a person just trying to be himself? Was it ignorance, or did they all hated what he was and wanted him to disappear? Char couldn't answer that even if he tried. All that the young trap could really do was to endure, pull through the mess and hope for a day without going home in tears. It would go on like this well into his junior year, and through that summer. The night before the first day of school Char gave one long look into a full length mirror and breathed a sigh."All right Char, listen up. Tomorrow is the first day of your senior year." He told his reflection." You may be pushed, teased, and even beaten up. But you can't let any of that put you down. You're strong, you've grown, you can handle yourself better than before. Just remember where you'll go. I know that you can make it." Having the reflection only stare back at him the brunette trap gave a small smile before heading off to bed. The next day was sure to promise that he would keep his head high. Sanding at the front doors of Crest Hill High Char took one last assuring breath before walking in himself. He knew that he had eyes on him as soon as he began his trek through the halls. And thinking about it, he couldn't really blame them. His long dark locks were in their usual duel ponytail style, bright ribbons tying them in place. He wore a black dress that cut to his knees. The short sleeves of the dress were a dazzling white,almost making it look like he was wearing a shirt under the sleeveless covering. His white socks came just under his knee, almost pointing down towards the black flats that covered his feet. Char truly felt at peace with himself at that moment. He only wondered how long that feeling will last.... ((Hm, seems that you've reached the end. I do thank you for even looking this thread. Now that I have your interest (hopefully), I might be able to tell you the rules and what I intend to do with this idea.)) A Few Rules *Reply in at least two paragraphs. (I know that there are slumps,but I trust that they won't last long.If you give me your best,then I'll give you my best) *Put in as much proper detail and grammar as you are able. *Add in any ideas that you would want to put in. (I won't mind if you did. Trust me) *Don't worry if I go silent. (It doesn't mean that I'm ignoring you. I get blocked a little easily.) ((I really do want this to be long term. I hope to gain some understanding between this character and those who bully him. I feel that an idea like this can be very sweet, and I hope that you, dear read would be able to pick this up. If you're interested in this idea comment on the thread below. Thank you for your time.))

*~|| TRIGGER WARNING-This RP may contain the following: ||~* •BDSM themes •Violence •Blood •Inappropriate language • Rape *~||Reply to your own discretion.||~* Here comes another active night in the Red Light district. Soft rain patters down the slicked streets,mist sheeting the line of neon lights in an eerie glow. It could be argued that such a sight would be beautiful. A beautiful sight for such a sinful place. That was the last glimpse that he could catch when he was pulled from the truck. A young man,around his early twenties knew exactly what was waiting for him that night. He was all too familiar with this certain scenario in his seven years of the salve trade. Your pervious master dresses you up to show you off to whoever and will always catch an eye at the auctions. You try to turn your head and attempt to hide that building fear of whatever hell that awaited you after you were sold. Too many good friends had been subjected to the process,and too many times had the young blonde been traded around to different masters and knowing that he would endure the same abuse over,and over. His name was a vague memory from past masters,only the driven tale that he was there to serve them. The drive or being weak compared to them, insignificant, easily replaceable. Those were the words that he was to let almost everyday. His will on the brink of shattering, fear planted so firmly in his mind that the thought of rebellion was almost unheard of. He was completely lose in vacant thought to even speak. The only thing that drew him out of such a trance was the hard slap and grope of his panty clad ass at the hand of his master." You're time will come soon enough." The older man hissed in his ear." I will miss destroying those plush of your everyday,but you've been too much trouble to trouble and are not worth the effort to keep. I'm sure tonight I can find something a little cheaper." At the last word he roughly kneaded into his cheek to show empathize for his point. It took all he had to not to yelp in pain,clear eyes hazed over from how building tears. Wherever he was going to go could never match his old master. No one could even come close. The young blonde was then being pushed in a large room with a circular stage set at the very center. Bright lights blinding his light colored orbs, lacy garments illuminated and barring for all to see behind those one way windows lining the walls. It wasn't long for a voice to roar over the hidden speakers." Up next, loyal buyers, is a true blonde bomb shell. Don't be fooled by those curves and open chest. This twenty-two year old is a sheet boy at best glances." As the voice continued the stage below the blonde's feet slowly started to turn his body around. Even though he couldn't see it, the blonde knew what was going on in each private room. Unseen eyes undressing him,almost wondering what kind of tortures could break such a weak,feminine looking young man. He was at their mercy,and not a thing could be done about it. Whoever would bid the highest you be taking him. "The bidding will start at one thousand dollars. Please place your bids with the designated screen on your controllers. Good luck loyal buyers,and bid well!" So this is it. The blonde would be moving on to another master. Who would buy him, and how would his personal hell continue from there?

||Hey minna!~ I'm looking for a new lover for my drug lord in this new long term RP.This RP might contain violence,drugs,sexual situations, and strong language.A bit of things I need to ask before the starter begins. Please use your best spelling and grammar when responding. Para and multi-para responses are appreciated. If you're interested in doing this please comment below or shoot me a personal message.|| The streets of Rome were always active at night. Many tourists usually venture the main roads,looking at the sights and taking in some of the best of Italy.But under that sweet exterior is a very dangerous underbelly.Crime boss Enrique Saltidora is a major part of that underbelly.Born and raised in a shore town in Spain,his life had never been easy. Losing his mother to a large crime ring based right in his hometown. With no one to take care of him,the Spaniard tried to get away form the intense crime in his town,but he couldn't hold on for long. In his teenage years Enrique gave into the crime ring in his town. He started out as a runner,delivering all kinds of illegal product throughout his country and in some parts of Portugal. As the years progressed the Spaniard became confident,so confident that it slowly turned into arrogance as he stashed and hid a little on the side to sell. It wouldn't be long until he was busted and almost killed for the act. The chance of ever going back was gone. The Spaniard had to leave to move. He moved from so many countries in Europe,doing small sales wherever he could find it.That was until he reached Italy. Before Enrique even got to Rome,the city was a complete mess when it came to crime rings.Rival gangs were never clear for turf,cartel would be misplaced.It was just a massive clusterfuck. Even after so long in Italy the young Spaniard had the city running like clockwork. Especially tonight. A new shipment cocaine would be coming in from the west.Not a single thing could go wrong for this job. Everything had to be perfect." Facile, idioti! That cargo is very precious." He harshly growled." If any of that is wasted it'll be your head!" His voice carried great amounts of venom, putting so much pressure on his men. The Spaniard kept a close eye on the loading shipment. He didn't even notice that someone was right behind him.A pretty little foreigner almost shaking in his tracks.

{ Hello everyone. I'm not entirely sure how this receutment process works, but I am looking for someone to rp with. I had this idea about a romance between an angel and a demon. I want to dive into the centuries long relationship between the two of them, focusing on their similarities and differences. I don't mind if more than one person wants to try this, I welcome it actually. I just wonder if anyone would want to try this idea. I feel that this idea could work, the possibilities and paths that a relationship like this could go through. I really want to try this. I only want to see where this goes. If anyone is interested, then don't hesitate to contact me.

«(Hey people.I'm looking for a long term roleplay partner for an idea that a friend of mine inspired me to do. I'm looking for a perverted demonic king to draft my Lust Demon for a mission of seduction in a time of war. Para,semi para,and multi-para will work when dealing with responses.When responding please use your best spelling and grammar. Please place your response in the comments below or by personal message. Thank you very much.)» "Hey Jess! Bring us another round! We're going dry over here!" It was another busy night at the Bloody Nun.Throughout the War of Three Kingdoms the nights were always the busiest.Soldiers that were staying in the city of Blackbriar. There was feeling of ease with the soldiers of Aries housing in their own country's capital.If ever soldiers from the enemy Empire Dalkia or the supposed ally Empire Manathera every attacked the capital,it wouldn't be long for the soldiers to take charge and defend the King that lived among them.But the feeling of ease slightly wavers when the demonic soldiers get drunk off their asses and fall face first into the streets. Jessie softly chuckled as he was being catcall from the other side of the bar. He had only worked there for about two months and it was already old hat." Alright boys,another round of vodka coming right up!" The red haired boi pulled back his long hair behind him,right to the small of his back. There was a reason why someone like him was getting all of the attention he was getting. The red haired boi was a Lust Demon. Demons born from the Seven Deadly Sins were always the most powerful. Out of all of them,a Lust Demon's power are the most mysterious. They're mostly known unique looks and their ways of seduction,the rest would only depend on the demon. Males,female,shemales,and bois, the powers would always vary,as with every demon. Jessie is boi,the fair cross of a male blending with a feminine charm.The red haired boi was small compared to most of his kind.A slender figure with a golden face set to emerald eyes and long locks of crimson hair. Jessie had small bumps to his chest just like a young girl, well rounded curve to his large hips nearly popping out of apron,and the most noticeable that was seen on the boi was his large,bouncing behind that seemed to be the first thing someone looks at when they catch the Lust Demon from the back."Alright gents,another round of shots for ya." The soldiers whoop and cheer as the boi placed his tray down on the table. He made sure that he swayed his hips as he returned to the bar. In the two months that he had worked at the Bloody Nun he he had already know how to use his looks to his advantage. A quick swish to the hips and the tips would grow,among other things. The Lust Demon did not even know that his movements were being tracked form the back of the bar. Jessie would not even have guessed that he had gotten the attention of the King.

Hello, fellow role-players. Despite being new to this forum's community, I'm an experienced RP'er. This community seems more fun and active, in comparison to other forums I've joined in the past. I have a persistent crave for creative writing, and it needs satisfying! Now, let's cut to the chase. I'm looking for 1x1 partners (open to group ideas too). I would like to RP as an uke with a seme partner for a refreshing change (but I can do seme and seke too). I'm very literate (English major). I can handle any setting and genre, with the exception of steam-punk (unknowledgeable in the area ^ ^;; ). The length (short story to novella) is entirely up to you! Please read everything. Requirements: Themes I Love: Things to Avoid: I create original characters for all my RPs. If you'd like to see what I've created so far or would like to me to reuse one of my puppets (if available) in our RP, please visit my toy box/character store. The following list is organized as "Seme x Uke" or "Seke x Seke". Pairings that can be vice-versa are marked with a "*". In-depth concepts and synopsis can be provided by me, you, or we can collaborate! If a relationship is red, it has already been taken. Ideas: (Feel free to brainstorm too!) If you are interested, please post in this thread or send a PM my way. Now let's get our creative juices flowing! ...That sounded cooler in my head.

I've been trying to find another Roleplay partner since I have only one or two currently,so I shall list some ideas that I wouldn't mind doing. 1. Certain Anime - Some that I take interest in are Black Butler,Naruto,Attack on Titan,Ouran High School Host Club,Hetalia,etc.in which I can Roleplay certain couples/ships. 2. Fantasy - I love fantasy roleplays,especially ones with mythical beings such as Mermen,Demons,Pet Hybrids... The list goes on. 3. Plots with a twist - I enjoy tweaks in stories to keep them fresh, yet I really do enjoy my happy roleplays where nothing goes wrong. ^o^ I've tried a few,and some I like are: 1. A boy runs away from home to run away from his abusive parents and is found on the street by another male who lets the boy live in his home. (I can't think of anything to add as a lil twist,but I will think about it.) 2. Since a boy's father was in deep debt with a man before he died,his son is handed over to the other man by contract to pay off the millions of dollars that his father previously owed the man. The boy is forced to be a toy for his 'boss'. He has to clean the mansion,and serve his boss with anything he desires until the debt has been paid off. 3. A boy who's constantly in the library,absorbed into books,sewing and art that he barely thinks about reality,lives alone secretly in a tent in the woods all by himself. He realizes that his tent is just a few minutes away from the house of the most popular boy in school,who began walking to school with the boy after the boy pretended to wander to his house every day. A few days after doing this,his tent with all his belongings is ruined by a landslide,and the popular boy finds out about the boy's secret... That's just some of the things I can do! Comment here,or message me privately if you're interested in any of these ideas/things!

Good evening fellow role-playing YO-members, I'm looking for a role-playing partner, preferably from Europe, so that our times might coincide and the story can move along faster. But if you come from another part of the planet and enjoy writing more than one paragraph at a time, do please contact me! I have some ideas of my own, but I'm open if you have any suggestions as to what and where the story can go. So far I've been a seme, but I wouldn't mind trying out being an uke for a change ;-) I'm still relatively new to this role-playing universe, so I'm open, but there are three things I definitely don't like: male pregnancy, blood/gore and rape. All else- fantasy, real life, science fiction, mystery, etc.- I'm willing to try out. So if you enjoy writing and feel motivated to try out roleplaying with me, just PM me- the more, the merrier ;-) Hope to hear from someone soon!

Hello Everyone! I'm a new member here, and I would like to get into some RP. My RP experience is more beginner, as I only got into it from playing Star Wars: The Old Republic. And my yaoi RP experience is less than that, but I'm growing in it too. I'm up for numerous ideas, and in numerous worlds, and I am up eRP/18+ roleplay. So please comment on here or send me a pm and we'll get started.

I'm a rather new member here, and I was hoping to get some experience in terms of RPing here. I'm relatively good at RPing, and have had some experience on other sites. However, my experience with yaoi (or sexually-themed at all, for that matter) is little. I apologize for it if it is a problem. I'm hoping to learn quickly and get accustomed to it. I have seen some yaoi RPs, so I know a few things, but I honestly don't have much of a clue as to what exactly to do... I'd really like to learn the ropes with just one person, so I don't come across as a spammer of a sort if I try one out immediately and ruin it with my inexperience. I appreciate if you'll help me out.

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...