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basics ~
Age: ??????
Gender: female
Hair: long, black
Skin: fair
Orientation: ?????? (probably lesbian let's be honest)

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In the twilight of the world, where the veil between the celestial and the mundane is at its thinnest, there exists a being of both enigma and splendor, known to the few who dare whisper her name—Amanozako, the star goddess of divination. Her legend is woven into the fabric of the cosmos, a tapestry of prophecy and fate that she weaves with an unseen hand.

Amanozako's visage is a paradox, a blend of ethereal beauty and otherworldly strangeness that commands both awe and a hint of fear from those who gaze upon her. Her eyes, as white as the purest driven snow, lack iris or pupil, yet see with a clarity that transcends mere sight—peering into the past and future with equal ease. These orbs, devoid of color, seem to hold the very stars of the night sky within their depths, swirling with the secrets of time.

Her raven-black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall at midnight, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin that glows with a soft, luminescent sheen. It is said that the moon itself is envious of her complexion, for even its silver light pales in comparison to the celestial radiance that emanates from her being.

Amanozako's slender frame is adorned in robes of the deepest indigo, scattered with silver threads that map out constellations, each one a story of creation and destruction that she has witnessed. The fabric whispers of ancient wisdom and sways with her every graceful movement, as if it too is alive with the breath of the cosmos.

Circling above her, a murder of ravens—her constant companions and the bearers of her will. These birds, with their feathers as dark as the void and eyes like polished obsidian, serve as her eyes and ears across the realms. It is believed that these ravens carry the echoes of her prophecies, delivering cryptic messages to those chosen to receive them.

Her voice, a melody that resonates with the harmony of the spheres, carries the weight of ages. When she speaks, her words are both a balm and a burden, for the truths she utters can liberate a soul or condemn it to an eternity of torment. Her accent is a relic of a time long forgotten, a lilt that hints at the ancient language of the stars, understood by the heart rather than the mind.

Amanozako's presence is often preceded by a subtle shift in the air, a feeling of anticipation that hangs heavy like the silence before a storm. Those who have encountered her describe an aura of serenity that belies the formidable power she wields. For she is not only a seer of destinies but also a guardian of the balance that holds the universe together.

In her hands, she holds the Staff of Oracles, a relic as old as time itself, carved from the wood of the World Tree and crowned with a crystal that pulses with the light of creation. With this staff, she casts her gaze into the infinite possibilities that lay within the threads of fate, guiding the lost and challenging the proud.

Her past is shrouded in mystery, a tale that predates the written word. It is whispered that she was born from the first breath of the cosmos, a daughter of the celestial vault, and that her purpose has always been to ensure the continuity of the great cycle of existence. Her journey is her own, a solitary path that weaves through the fabric of reality, touching lives in ways that are often unseen but always profound.

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Yuenia Lumière ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10
Age: 25
Gender: Female

---Appearance:

Hair: Short-cropped messy pink hair.
Eyes: Doe shaped blue eyes, framed by thick lashes,.
Build: Yuenia's build is neither overtly feminine nor strictly masculine, possessing a lithe /slender frame, with subtle muscles, and ample bustline that easily camouflaged beneath her choice in hoodies, loose fitted tees or a light binder when wearing something fitted


Personality:

Traits: Jaded, independent, sarcastic, fiercely loyal, quick-witted.
Likes: Music, technology, creativity.
Dislikes: Conformity, authority figures, narrow-mindedness.
Strengths: Resilient, adaptable, resourceful, quick thinker.
Weaknesses: Distrustful, guarded, struggles with vulnerability.


---[will be refined and updated when work is less busy]----

about admin.

name | jay
age | twenty-three
ojd | 2022(?)
acc | n/a.
characters | @nectar @vocalist

connections wanted.

rules.

01. be over 18.
02. do not try to force romance between our characters.
03. do not take my character's words as my own. i'm not them!
04. if you have a problem with their behavior, please unfriend me.
05. i have a life outside of the site, and work 9 to 5 during the week. not only that, but i might not feel in the mood to respond immediately. so i might take a bit.
06. no out-of-character drama.

　　　　　

tba.

about admin.

name .. thata
age .. nineteen
ojd .. 2024
acc .. @maybe
characters .. @maknae

connections wanted.

rules.

.. be over 18.
.. do not try to force romance between our characters.
.. do not take my character's words as my own. i'm not them!
.. if i take a bit to respond, know i'm not ignoring you.
.. no out-of-character drama.

　　　

tba.

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 4
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: green
Hair: Brown
Race: Human
Special: Freckles on skin, birthmark of a heart on her leg, and wears glasses
Style: Cottage core/Light Academia
Personality: Kind, explorer, artistic, strong willed, stubborn at times, and gentle.
Occupation/status: Florist
Family: Don (Her mother)
Friends: Doesn’t have any atm
Background: She works and lives at a shop that used to be owned by her grandmother. She barely sees her mother and spends most of her time working on flowers. She is a very dedicated florist. It’s her only way to ease the pain of losing her grandma.

I'll add more as I come up with them, but this I what comes to mind now. The one I'd play will have an * next to it. Two ** is my preference

Teacher x Student*
Security Guard x Student*
Detective x Stalker*
Police Office x Robber*
Camgirl** x Stalker*
Boss x Secretary*

Predator* x Prey**

Angel x Demon*
Adventurer x Rogue*
Hero* x Villain**
Nun* x Demon**
Noble x Assassin*

While my hyperfixation can change, this is a list of what I revolve around confidently.

Anime:
My Hero Academia
Attack on Titan
Inuyasha
Akame ga Kill
Kill la Kill

Other Animation:
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss
Winx Club

Movie Series:
MCU (Pre Wandavision)
Harry Potter

TV Series:
Supernatural
Charmed

Other:
Homestuck

file wip : for ghostface #3

After receiving WonPil's audio message stating that he would quit his training, and being unable to contact him ever since, Lani got quite worried and decides to go to look for him in Guyun. He doesn't find it wise at all for him to stop his training and monitoring already, given how unstable his element is.

He tries to look for WonPil in the places the brat mentioned, other than where he lives, but he didn't find him anywhere.
While walking in the main street of Guyun, he starts to mess up with his own phone to try to track down WonPil's and find out his position.

Greetings, mortal revelers! I am Dionysus, ever-youthful lord of the vine-entangled thyrsos and presider over all uninhibited delights. My traveling throng of Maenads, Satyrs and I roam the lands sowing wild euphoria wherever our bacchanals take root.

Among my cherished companions was a satyr youth of unparalleled beauty named Ampelos. He embodied the ideal of frolicking masculine grace with his lithe musculature, cloven heels, and impish grin framed by bubbly curls. But it was his rapturous devotion to me that made Ampelos truly peerless among my fawning coterie.

Ampelos delighted in every element of the revels - draining goblets of sweet nectar, dancing with unrestrained abandon, and surrendering himself to the rites of rapture under the nascent moonlight. He was the spark that ignited divine ecstasies within me.

One fateful evening after his athletic form had thoroughly tantalized me through the revelries, my impetuous favorite decided to prove his prowess. Spying a hulking wild bull tethered outside our encampment, Ampelos decided to attempt mounting and riding the fearsome beast on a whim.

My protests and warnings went unheeded as the bolt of wine-addled overconfidence had taken possession of my adored satyr's senses. With a lusty bray, Ampelos leapt towards the startled beast and seized its bullneck in his sinewy arms.

The raging animal charged in a frenzy, tossing and goring at Ampelos' nubile frame relentlessly as I watched in abject horror. Within moments, my beautiful satyr paramour crumpled to the earth - a tattered, bloodied ruin as the beast retreated in a rampage.

I cradled Ampelos' shattered form, my fingers lacing through his matted chestnut curls as the dull haze overtook his once-vibrant oak eyes. My divine tears showered his youthful face as the life's final embers faded.

"Forgive my arrogance, Lord Dionysus..." he wheezed through a crimson froth. "May my life's passion forever serve your rites..."

And just like that, the spark of revelry within me dimmed as Ampelos' spirit fled his broken body. I howled in anguish to the heavens, demanding oblivion envelop me in its cold embrace to purge the agony of such unbearable loss.

But then, I noticed drops of Ampelos' lingering vitae soaking into the fertile soil at my feet. From that grisly nectar, vibrant green tendrils began sprouting, unfurling into the first verdant grapevine.

In that moment, I knew that my cherished satyr's life essence would live on, transforming into a immortal font of joy and revelry. I nurtured the clinging shoots, propagating their proliferation across the lands as both a gift and eternal remembrance of my beloved Ampelos.

To this day, I ensure the sweetest and most robust vines take root wherever I tread, for their fruits are born of passion, sacrifice and undying devotion to Lord Dionysus. Their ambrosial wines shall ever rouse the wild raptures my Ampelos so fervently embodied!

As the immortal lord of wine, revelry, and unbridled pleasure, my divine form takes many guises - from a frolicking satyr to a wild-eyed Maenad dancing in ecstatic frenzy. One of my most commonly adopted visages is that of a young, virile youth adorned in a leopard skin mantle with a thyrsus of fennel in hand. It was under these roguish airs that I happened upon the virgin huntress Aura in the verdant forests outside Athens.

Though a mere mortal, Aura was legendary for her fierce pride and steadfast refusal to surrender her maidenhood to any smitten suitor. She was peerless with the bow and scorned the company of men in favor of roaming the secluded glades and woodlands. Immediately, I perceived a delicious challenge in seducing one so obstinately chaste.

I materialized before Aura in the form of an idealized, sculptural youth - my flawless masculine physique strategically exposed and skin bronzed to perfection. When she startled at my sudden presence, I flashed my most beguiling smile.

"Fear not, radiant huntress! I mean no harm to one so gloriously unspoiled," I assured in velvet tones as rich as fermented grapes. "Though perhaps you might indulge a humble wayfarer with your peerless company?"

Aura's stern expression wavered briefly at my artful blandishments. Even she could not remain entirely unmoved by the irresistible charms of the reveler god. But her fiery attitude quickly reasserted itself.

"Begone from these woods, pretty boy! I'll not be deterred from the huntress' path by any wily attempts at seduction."

With that barbed dismissal, the proud virgin spun on her heel and strode away, cedar-shaft arrows bobbing defiantly on her back. I could not allow such stinging rebuff of my magnificence.

A mischievous grin crept across my handsome features as I materialized a bountiful stream of honey-sweet wine springing forth from the forest floor to block Aura's retreat. She gasped at the miracle, choking as the cloying fumes wafted into her nostrils.

"Slake your thirst and cares away with this most blessed of vintages, my fierce darling," I crooned with intoxicating resonance. "Let your rigid virtue be undone by the wild ecstasies of the cup!"

Within moments, Aura was greedily lapping up the ambrosial tide, her pupils dilating and her haughty demeanor melting into wanton delirium. As the warm tendrils of inebriation cast their spell, her limbs pawing at the moist earth like one overwhelmed by uncontrollable desires.

I knew I had claimed my rapturous prize.

Shedding my youthful visage to reveal my true glory as the goat-horned, wildly beautiful lord of the revels, I descended upon Aura in a cyclone of sweet aromas and pounding, primal rhythms. Our frantic limbs and fevered cries of impassioned lust rang out through the forests in a bacchanal of divine coupling.

Drunk and thoroughly ravished by my immortal ardor, the huntress' virginity was rent asunder forever more. And so began a nine-month swelling in Aura's womb that would ultimately birth unspeakable tragedy...

{1} If you don't take the time to not only read but also respect my rules, then I do not wish to engage with you. I believe in mutual respect and I will always be courteous to you.

{2} I do not write with minors as I am an adult, so please do not approach if you are underage. No exceptions.

{3} Darcie's backstory contains some triggering subjects, I also include these in my plots, so if anything makes you uncomfortable, please let me know.

{4} Do not begin a plot with me if you have no intention of sticking around, or are likely to disappear within a few days. I'm looking for serious writers only.

{5} I am comfortable with involving sm*t or romance, provided it isn't the sole focus of our story. I am also open to triggering themes and subjects, as long as we discuss them beforehand.

{6} If you add me but I do not hear from you within a few days but you are active during that time, I will remove you.

{7} Sometimes I may be too busy with my job or life ooc to be able to reply quickly, please respect that.

{8} I will not write with anyone who can only produce a single sentence or very short paragraph reply.

{9} Please make sure you've read Darcie's info before approaching for a plot.

{10} If I decline you, do not spam me with requests.

❥ --- {| The Basics |}

{| Birth Name |} Darcie Beth Bowers
{| Stage Name |} Presley Fox
{| Age |} Twenty-Two
{| Gender |} Female
{| Sexuality |} Bisexual
{| Occupation |} Actress/Model
{| Zodiac |} Pisces
{| Birthplace |} - Nashville, Tennessee

❥ --- {| Her Story |}

As a small child, Darcie would attract attention wherever she went, her mother often being stopped at the shopping mall by people exclaiming how adorable her daughter was. On one of their outings, a man approached Darcie's mother and told her that the three-year-old girl would be extremely successful in modelling or acting, and after giving her his business card, her mother would begin taking her along to casting calls and auditions.

It turned out the man had been right, casting directors were drawn in by the blonde child, calling her "adorable" and comparing her to Shirley Temple. Darcie would appear in several television commercials, ranging from products such as jam, and cereal and eventually becoming the face of a reputable advertising company. Many people recognised the trademark ringlets and toothy smile, only increasing in popularity when she began to lose her baby teeth. Casting departments from movies started to reach out, and Darcie would be cast in numerous movie and television roles, typecast as the adorable, confident kid who couldn't correctly pronounce the letter 'R' yet.

As the years passed, Darcie only grew in popularity, and she soon saw a change in her home life. A successful career now funded a once humble family that made a modest living, and Darcie's parents only had her to thank. She was so accustomed to performing and sticking to a busy schedule that it became her "normal", and her mother quit her job to become her full-time manager. The older Darcie got, the less people saw her as the cute, innocent young girl, now beginning to blossom into a beautiful young woman, but naive to the workings of the world, especially the showbusiness world.

Darcie went by the name of 'Presley Fox' in the hopes that one day, should she choose to leave acting behind, she could live a semi-normal life. The older she got, Darcie recognised a shift in the way she was treated by casting directors and producers. They no longer cooed over her cuteness and instead seemed to make suggestive comments about her appearance. Her naivety led her to believe that they were just being nice and that this was how people behaved in showbusiness, but things took a dark turn when in her early teenage years, she was abused by a famous Director.

Darcie was forced to grow up quicker than other kids her age, and by the time she had reached fourteen, she had already begun smoking, and drinking and was even plied drugs to make her more co-operative. Her mother was blind to the abuse and mistreatment, her vision impaired by fame and dollar signs. At the age of eighteen, Darcie began a public relationship with a much older screenwriter, something that was heavily scrutinized by the press. Her behaviour began to change, and she would often turn up late on set or not bother putting in an appearance at all.

Due to her damaged reputation, Darcie saw a decline in offers and was left with few options, which kicked off her modelling career. Now she models for various fashion campaigns and agencies, taking minor roles in straight-to-DVD movies whenever the opportunity arises. She has grown tired of show business, but due to being coerced into signing a contract with her mother, she is unable to change career paths and is forced to continue performing.


❥--- {| Personality |}

❥--- Darcie is kind, confident and intelligent. She is quite m*tu*e for her age, although her partying antics may lead others to think otherwise.

❥--- She has trouble holding down a relationship due to lasting trauma from the abuse she suffered. She often chooses partners that mirror the behaviour of her abusers and is drawn to the "bad boys".

❥--- She is unable to see through her mother's manipulation and relies on her for most things. She believes that her mother has good intentions and cares about her well-being, although this is not the case, as her mother only sees her as a cash cow.

❥--- Darcie is somewhat self-conscious about her looks. The abuse she suffered has warped her image of herself and she never feels good enough, often going on ridiculous diets and looking into beauty procedures to improve herself.

❥--- {| Interests & Likes |}

❥---- Old Hollywood movies, vintage furniture and fashion. Various historical eras such as the 50s, 60s and 70s.

❥--- Any tropical-flavoured juices or smoothies. The smell of freshly brewed coffee. Summer months, beach vacations, travelling.

❥--- Huge animal lover, has a pet horse and stables on the grounds of her home.

❥--- Coconut or vanilla scented candles, being near the ocean, visiting her hometown.