Carla, unlike "The Nun" was once human. She had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time when "The Entity" descended into the mortal realm. Born to two druggy parents, Carla was a product of her circumstances.

- "You cannot escape this. This is not the end. I will come back. And you will play with us. I will stitch you back together, so I can rip you apart all over again!"

He is a powerful deity who once a resident of the celestial realm known as the Above, he held the esteemed title of the Guardian of Hope. However, his actions and moral decay resulted in his banishment from his heavenly abode, transforming him into a malevolent and dark ruler over the dark and sinister realm of the Underworld. In this infernal domain, he became the very embodiment of evil and sin, spreading terror and despair among those unfortunates enough to cross his path. In order to further his nefarious agenda, he crafted three devoted minions, The Nun, The Host, and ----. These sinister underlings aided their master in his insidious mission to harvest souls and perpetuate fear.

Nickname: Colt/Gray
Species: Human
Age: mid-20s
Height: 6'4
DOB: Oct 16, xxxx
Zodiac sign: Libra
- Charming, Diplomatic, Intellectual, Emotionally balanced, and Relationship focused. But beware you got to actually tell him what you want (dense when it comes to people who likes likes him).
Sexual Orientation: Bi
From: Southern area of America
Current Home: Bluebells Ranch (After his mother Bella)
Nationality: American mixed with unknown European descent
Occupation: Horse Rancher (Modern Cowboy)
BxB RP: Dom

"Who are YOU? My brother hired you... seriously, I hope you understand I DON'T LIKE SLACKERS" - Colt growls deeply at the new worker.

For a libra, Colton hasn't been in a good relationship since most of life wasn't kind because the man who raised him his father wasn't the kindness man, his beautiful mother passed away when he was just a teenager and basically become an adult to raised his two little siblings Maria and Noah by himself since his father decided to become a alcoholic and drowned himself... But Colt does have his charming side, he cares for the animals he raised like the horses that come in and one chicken. You heard me a chicken. He basically raised her by himself since the tiny female beast followed him home. he protective with his family so beware in stepping your boots/heels in his ranch. He treats all his worker at the ranch very much business like but can get annoying if any of the animals were harm or effective by any of the people that works for him. He's a strong stubborn gentleman with southern accent

If Dating (Pet names from him)
-Princess
Buttercup
Sunshine
Precious
Darling
Angel
Doll
Hon'
Sweet
Baby Doll
Cutie
Angel Eyes
Blossom -

"Come a little closer, I'll help you with those jeans" - Colt stares at you deeply and was opening his arms for you to approached him.
What Are Some Things He Likes
- Sweets (comfort food), His chicken, horses, playing the guitar, camping, driving his truck or motorcycle, old cowboy movies, star gazing, and ect

"Just between us.. i like you, now get back to work" - Colt
What Are Some Things You Are Looking For In A Partner
- Someone who can keep up with him and grounded, also understands him with his emotions. He'll give you the world if you can hold him down like cattle.

"What baby dol, can't i eat something sweet? or did i have to go for something much more like you?" - Colt
Other/extra
- He's usually spent time with his close childhood friend at a bar, they are like two peas at a pod.
- Very much a cuddler
- Loves the cold weather
- wakes up at 4am... sometimes 3:30am, sometimes he can't sleep
- Very much early bird and workaholic

Name: Reginald Faragon Lestrange
Age: 24 (flexible)
Nation: British with French roots
Sexuality: Homosexual
House: Slytherin
Status: Pure-blood

Hair Colour and Type: Black and wavy
Eye Colour: Black
Height: 5"9'
Scars: None

Bio: Born into a Lestrange family you are forced to be something greater than you wanted. Reginald knew from the beginning of his little journey of becoming a kid from a toddler, that he was something else, not like his parents and not like his peers. He was destined to be a brilliant diamond of the wizarding world, looked upon and treated with respect, admiration, even devotion. Reginald did everything in his power to achieve greatness even from his young years, either excelling in studies his parents taught him, or even doing something different, but equally impressing, like controlling his kid magic to do his bidding even before he had the wand.
But everything comes with a price, and Reginald wasn't about to lose his status because of mistakes his parents did. He will bring the Lestrange family to the glory it deserved, ranking it higher among everyone else in the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Character: Arrogant, cruel, very much a-hole to anyone who he deems to be lesser than he. As an heir to the Lestrange family, he possesses quite the charm, allowing him to sway anyone he wants with just a few simple gestures or words. His ability to sway people his way is very much useful when circumstances ask for it. Calculating bastard and genius potion brewer, who created more than one original potion for different purposes, albeit a bit lazy when it comes to doing something he does not enjoy.

Boggart: Dead bodies of his family and friends with the signs of torturing on it.
Patronus: Black Stallion
Amortentia: (flexible)
Likes: Everything involving potions, family and status
Dislikes: Muggle-borns and half-bloods, stupid questions and annoying girls

1. I do not add anyone younger than 18.⠀⠀⠀

2. No one-liners and no exceptions. I value my time way too much to spend it on someone who can't even put a decent answer back together.

3. Planning before starting is crucial for me. I need to have something to look forward to in our roleplay. If we are to roleplay together, I wish to lay down our game plans ahead of starting. The characters, their relationships, the genre for the roleplay, etc. Ask questions ooc if you have those during our game.

4. In this case, it is in regards to LGBT+ characters and themes. I won't roleplay with anyone who's got a problem with someone who identify as anything within LGBT+. I do only MxM, so be aware of that.

5. This rule was added mainly due to certain experiences I have had in the past. Communicate with me. I try my best to be honest with all my partners. If you are not satisfied with my reply or anything else for any reason; tell me. I will return the favour.

6. Please do not request to roleplay with me if you do not have any ideas. Unless I was the one to sent the friend request, I am satisfied with the roleplayers that come forward with a plan in their head. Also, do not just show me your character and expect me to take the lead from there.

7. In this case, I mean when it comes to MxM romances and positions. I am switch, and that doesn't mean I will only play sub or dom for you. No. I want to switch, so be aware of that too.

That is all for now.
Please like this post only if you ACCEPT these rules so I can keep track of who has read them.

He wants to do the job efficiently for Zhongli, so he starts looking for the three: Elton, Garan and Shin, to hear from them and see if they can solve the matter together, making sure nogitsune from Nomori didn't infiltrate Guyun nor any place in the kingdom. Zhongli thinks Nomori wouldn't dare touching Shuguang, but fears she could indeed strike against Lianxi.
Up to you which of them he'll go to first.

He wants to do the job efficiently for Zhongli, so he starts looking for the three: Elton, Garan and Shin, to hear from them and see if they can solve the matter together, making sure nogitsune from Nomori didn't infiltrate Guyun nor any place in the kingdom. Zhongli thinks Nomori wouldn't dare touching Shuguang, but fears she could indeed strike against Lianxi.
Up to you which of them he'll go to first.

XIGBAR ,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ the current vessel of ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ luxu ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ and the nobody of ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ braig. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ a shard of‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ SITHIS ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ { it/its. }


regulations‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ and ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎notices.

* i.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i’m here for quality roleplays and to have fun. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎i do not expect paragraphs from my partner,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ just give me something to work with and we’ll mesh well together.

* ii.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ as much as i love writing, my mental health is not the best, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎as well as i have other things to tend to during the day.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i would appreciate patience for responses! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎and while i am friendly, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎i am not the most sociable person so it is hard for me to reach out first, ‎‏‏‎ do give me a while.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i understand if this is a reason for not wanting to add me.

* iii.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i am open to ALL kinds of roleplays. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎n/sfw, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎violence, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎hard gore,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ crossovers, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎detailed plots and casual plots. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎i am happy writing with both ocs and canon characters! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎my only limit is i do not dabble in romance or l*wd roleplays,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ unless you write xemnas,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ but i doubt i’ll find anybody here who roleplays him.

* iv.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i love xigbar but i am new to writing him and this site will be my practice! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎and i am still absorbing all of the kingdom hearts lore so pardon me since i have not played all the games yet. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎and speaking of, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎verses i would love to write with outside of square enix games would be dungeons and dragons,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ league of legends, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎the elder scrolls,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ and more that i will think of later.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i particularly love fantasy settings!


{ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎to contact me outside of this site, ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎add me on discord at starfu/ckers. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎do know that i am an adult! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎i will be writing another post on xigbar’s character in the future,‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ but here is a basic rundown if you’d like to learn more : ‎‏‏‎ khwiki.com/xigbar‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ }

Sir Isac l'Etranger

Nickname: Zac
Birthday: January 3rd
Zodiac: Capricorn

Physical appearance
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6’3
Body build: Lean but muscular
Eye color: Brown
Glasses or contacts: None
Skin tone: Rosey
Distinguishing marks: Three sizeable scratches that runs down from his right should diagonally to his left side
Hair color: Dark brown
Type of hair: Thick brown wavy hair
Hairstyle: Messy, somewhat long for a knight
Physical disabilities: Deaf
Usual fashion of dress: Black pants with silver embellishments, Polished steel body. Polished steel shoes.
Jewelry or accessories: None.

Personality
Good personality traits: Selfless, empathetic, protective
Bad personality traits: stubborness, distant, quiet
Mood character is most often in: Detached
Sense of humor: Not of much
Character’s soft spot: Cats
Greatest strength: Selflessness
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Selflessness

Traits
Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist
Introvert or extrovert? Introvert
Daredevil or cautious? Cautious
Logical or emotional? Logical
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? methodical and neat
Prefers working or relaxing? Working
Confident or unsure? Unsure
Animal lover? Yes

Family
Mother: Ameila l'Etranger
Relationship with her: Distant, their relationship is strained because of being a knight
Father: Wyman l'Etranger
Relationship with him: N/A, he died before he was born
Siblings: Jacob l'Etranger, doesn't know much of him
Relationship with them: N/A, once Isac left home, he was separated from his brother

Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general: Wary, especially around his charge
Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: Yes, has a hard time expressing emotions
Person character most hates: Liars
Best friend(s): Tobin, a friend that he met when he first got into the royal guard
Love interest(s): N/A

Favorites
Color: Dark blue
Least favorite color: Red
Music: Jazz
Food: Pizza
Literature: Cannot read well so little to none
Form of entertainment: Training, card games, movies

Habits
Hobbies:
Plays a musical instrument? No
Plays a sport? No
Spending habits: Frugal
Smokes: No
Drinks: No
Other drugs: None
Extremely skilled at: Hand-to-Hand combat, Heavy weapons, Archery
Extremely unskilled at: People skills
Nervous tics: None
Usual body posture: Proper, unless hes alone then he’ll slouch
Mannerisms: Detached but proper
Peculiarities: Can come off as really cold, has a tendency to ignore people either on purpose or by accident


Genre's available:

Fantasy/Medieval:

Valen was born out of wedlock to a noblewoman and one of her household servants. Being from an upper-class family, her pregnancy brought shame to their family name, and she was consequently cast out with little means to survive. However, his parents, Rosalina and Tallon, were truly in love, and for a few years, they made it work. That was until one night when his father never returned home. His mother, pregnant with Valen’s younger sister, spiraled into a fit of depression and did not survive Linda's birth. The day his mother died, Valen and Linda were found by a knight of the kingsguard.

The two siblings were taken to Mrs. York’s Home for Children, and Linda was quickly adopted by a middle-class family, while Valen was left behind. He spent his years in the orphanage, surprisingly spared from bullying due to his towering stature. When he finally aged out, he quickly admitted himself into a knight’s training camp. After nearly eight years, he was granted knighthood. Rather than choosing to join the king’s guard, he decided to take his chances as a bodyguard for royals, hoping to prevent the deaths of women like his mother. Most days, Valen spends lounging around the city, waiting for jobs to come his way.

"Tally ho!"

} Biological
Name: Spencer Jenkins
DOB:15 September 1936 (making her around 31/32 by the time the Gravel Wars start)
Gender: Cisgender female
Birthplace: Kensington, England
Profession: Mercenary (Gravel Wars). Her affiliation freely change and she often finds herself flip-flopping between Team RED and Team BLU based on whoever pays better at the time.

"Stiff upper lip now, boys!"

Appearance: Unlike the rest of her co-workers, she's smaller and slimmer in stature, which she utilises to her advantage. Who's easier to shoot at, a big Russian man or a small English lady? She's pale, due to her inclination for working indoors, and hasn't been taking well to the Teufort sun.
She dons a team-coloured beret over her mid-length blonde hair, matching her longcoat, which has little vials sticking out of its many pockets. She completes it with a pair of white gloves, a black turtleneck, a mid-length skirt, and high boots.

Personality: Snooty, ambitious, and generally not inclined to consider humanity a variable in her experiments. Her primary concerns are making money, advancing her curiosities, and watching her concocted nerve agents tear a man down - and, of course, a job as a mercenary was perfect for her. She's ruthless and doesn't seem to mind putting her brains in a RED v BLU slapfight, as long as it benefits her. Also fond of drinking a weakened version of her own concoctions to build an immunity to it.

Background: Hailing from one of the richest suburbs of Old Blighty, the Chemist's well-off and privileged upbringing gaving her access to quite a lot of cultural capital. Horse-riding, ballet dancing, violin playing... none of it held a candle to her interest in the sciences, which her parents refused to nurture. This meant she had to get creative, which often meant she found herself conducting experiments in her own house, from applying electric shocks to her maids to knocking out her butlers with home-made chloroform... and a sense of sadistic glee was instilled in her from a young age. Upon learning of her habits, her parents promptly sent her to a boarding school, where she found herself alienated from her peers due to her interests, lack of social skills, and the way her mind worked. She went through the education system with a trail of good report cards and scorned friendships, all of which reaffirmed her mindset of being better than everyone else.

} Weapons
Primary: A modified shotgun with an additional canister full of a corrosive fluid. Her shots are slower than the average shotgun, due to the additional time needed for the modified spring mechanism inside to add the poisonous substance to her bullets.
Secondary: A padded steel case full of various compounds, metals, and vials with a mini chemistry kit. Within seconds, she can set it up and quickly whip up a flask to be stored in her additional weapon slots. The contents often differ, giving her a variety of flasks she can make depending on what she has to work with. These include:
- Wounding flask - leaves the afflicted unable to heal or be healed temporarily
- Speed flask - gives the affected ally a slight boost in speed.
- Damage cloud - releases a tiny cloud of corrosive team-coloured gas that damages those who pass through it.
Melee: A pair of giant gardening shears. May also be swapped out for Shear Terror, a giant pair of red shears that exchange random crit rate and its damage for the ability to cause crits on poisoned enemies.

Darkness.. all was darkness at the sight.. but memory did exist.. as little subjective flashes between the harmony of vibrations and wavelengths here in this existence.. He could remember the day he abandoned his training pistol and rapier for his signature look.The long black military style long coat with his silver pauldrons.There was an emptiness there then.. and the only time he could remember having any feeling other than emptiness was when he was in Nibelheim figuring out that his mother; Jenova was one of the Cetra that Dr Gast mentioned.. that his whole life was some sort of military operation performed by a mad scientist..

The madness was contagious perhaps.. However potent..

He had encountered an entity in this darkness.. and this dimension had not become flooded with new vibrations, when the lifestream had not become filled with the sounds of the Gaia populace.. he supposed that one of the three things had happened.. That The Meteor had been destroyed.. Or it had hit and the humans had escaped..or the most likely.. the Ancient.. the last of them, she had cast some sort of magic from the lifestream..

Casting any sort of veil or variant;from the lifestream...

How brilliant.. he had never thought of it before...As a bodiless sleeper amidst the others, he learned the true appreciations of such. And so much of this while he was dwelling as his mothers pawn.. her puppet.. Sephiroth understood more.. Mothers.. they could be like this.. but he was starting to break away.. as growing young men had..

Here in the this darkness,This entity seemed adamant about this impulse..That was when he made out her face.. Auburn hair.. rosy red cheeks.. Gainsborough..

"Listen to me! I forgive you.. but if you go back theres no telling what could happen to you.. I think youre starting to like giving Jenova control, Sephiroth.. I think you like it when she sucks the beauty out of everything.. I think you like being numb because then you dont have to feel anything!"She had said and there was an impulse in him to run..

Away from the brilliance to that glory he had for so long.. There was a pressure and a light and that conversation.. her pleading became like a dream as he drew his Masamune for the first time in over a year.The silverhaired; mako eyed gentleman felt a weight pressing against him.. an annoying pressure.. like a little brother trying to force a door.Sharp neon-hazel eyes scan across his parrying impact.

"Cloud."Sephiroth noted..Still he was waking from this dream.. but then, a realization.. So.. this was casting from beyond the lifestream.

So it worked...

He whipped his wrist back and Cloud had not anticipated that kind of strength.. being hurled back off of the rafter Sephiroth followed with a cross slash technique as he gracefully soared to the higher point of the building.

He looks down at them.. the sea of faces..

Edge..the city.. it looked better than the last time he was here.. Funny how you could kill one crooked leader and everything seemed so much greener.He wondered briefly if they'd cleaned up Midgar, that thought was fleeting.Here in Edge,There were children.. young and some teenagers..All watching Avalanche..and who else.. and then he felt it.. It was familiar to him.. Like the tune of a familiar song.. something that inspired rebellion and movement.He whipped his head towards Kadaj, who was standing with others."...It worked.. Our brother is.. he is.."Kadaj spat from below.. Sephiroth hadnt heard his voice but the silver haired SOLDIER had read his lips.With his free hand he had cast a regen spell on Kadaj and with the other he had managed to stuff another offense by the ever persistent Cloud Strife who seemed to do twice the work to keep up with the swift mannerisms of the 68 inch Masamune.

"Oh, Cloud.. youre still at it with this..folly.. You were much stronger.. in my memory.."Sephiroth taunted calmly as Cloud reared for another angle but Sephiroth broke from his form to close in on this particular movement and he had cut hard at right arm.This seemed to call attention from below.. Cid vaulting upright and Vincent seeming to appear out of nowhere,that three chambered revolver drawn to kill.. 6 shots....His blade caught one and Sephiroth seemed to readjust himself on a whim to avoid the other shots..Now Sephiroth was moving much faster.A step backward from Cid smacking that rod before him and he barely has to tilt his sword to deflect Vincents final shots.He keeps Vincent guessing as he uses Cids lack of mobility due to the size of his weapon as well as Clouds to trap them.This results in Cid rushing forth and Sephiroth side stepping him on the catwalk forcing Vincent to transform into Chaos and go after him.Sephiroth walks to an injured Cloud.Sephiroth didnt want to fight.. right now..

Right now.. he had to prove Aerith wrong..

"Shall I grant you.. despair?"Sephiroth asked and he did something brutal then.Jamming his blade into Clouds chest just as Cloud had jammed this very same blade unto his chest years ago.Expressionless as he picks the blonde up like a meatball on a kabob and whips him down to the ground like nothing.

"Its a pity I know you will survive.."Sephiroth said using the chaos to break from the party.He began to wander the streets of Midgar.

-----

He spotted the party there at the centre, the rafters had forged a path, a man of his speed and agility had no troubles finding the way.. The untrained eye wouldnt catch anything but the crimson kiss of his cowl.He met Yuffie's eyes and the teenager was in his face.

"You werent even TRYING to shoot him once during that fight." The girl complained.Vincent just stared at Yuffie, she always seemed to get this way after a big battle.So worked up and for what? He showed no emotion and he looked to Cloud who was being healed up by Tifa.

That voice.. in his head.. Lucretia.. What was she saying?

"Now.. you begin yours..."Vincent heard his goddess say to him underneath the waves.. Maybe this was how he got.. just like Yuffie in a way.. He sat in silence before Yuffie followed him over,"Now we have Sephiroth on the loose again and its only a matter of time before he summons a giant meteor or lord knows what he'll do.. and all because you did NOTHING."Yuffie nagged.

"I fired 6 rounds.. The first was too low.. purposely.. I forced him to give up little of his position but it was just enough to keep him from lunging forth and taking me out.. The next was higher.. should have been a direct hit but he parried with that blade.. he deflected the next four and Cloud got the worst of the very last shot.. We need to find out where he is headed.."Vincent started to say but he stopped when he noticed a familiar silhouette followed by two others there in the alleyway.

"He's severed himself from Mother and Father.. now he seeks to destroy them both.. with or without you.."The silver haired Kadaj spoke.Now, Cloud with a bullet still in his arm was on his feet.Sword in hand."Oh, Cloud.. Dont you see.. we were wrong.. we were all wrong!" Kadaj said with a bit of emotion, the brothers seemed disheartened by this.Before they could turn away, Yuffie piped up."You pipsqueaks better get out of here before you get a taste of the real thing!"She threatened in a snarl.

Vincent just stared.. They had broken off into groups that night.. Yuffie, Vincent and Cid headed back to Wutai to gather resources and regroup with Reeve. It was 3 days later that the media took hold of it;

"REPORTS ARE CALLING IT A MONSTROSITY- MAN, MACHINE OR MENACE? NOW THE QUESTION ON EVERYONES MIND... HAS SEPHIROTH THE GREAT RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE AND WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON NOW?- - TONIGHT AT 7; SHINRA, SECRETS, THE LIES..."

"Turn it off.."Cid muttered,"Christ, cant hear myself think with all those bozos naggering on.."He mused.Vincent seemed to watch.. The footage, it was of Sephiroth combatting something.. a sort of machine with the face of a man.. that man.. he knew that face.

HOJO. Wait but how? And why? It was three days after Sephiroths resurrection that Vincent had discovered that Hojos mind was still alive and in some sort of computer network.It was the next day that Yuffie and Vincent began tracking down all of his old facilities and raiding them.. Sometimes they'd lead a team of a dozen or so Wutainese soldiers but for the most part, Yuffie and Vincent were the operatives.. and though Vince hated to work with the girl he had to admit, she sure could move. She was blossoming into a true ninja.. however not a very knowledgable one.

It was in the first lab they decided their ultimate plan.. but by the third or fourth they ran into some... Issues.

Prisoners, half starved and some that hadnt made it, test subjects and highly advanced systems.. It would take Vincent a bit longer to crack into this mainframe so they could even travel this place.. Damnit.. the guilt.. if his heart were still beating, hed feel it there.. Hojo, you cruel bastard.. Vincent felt he needed to set these prisoners free.. however, as they began to crack into the mainframe a strange blue light began to flash.Thats when Yuffie perked up saying,"Oh, Great Vince.. now Soldiers are coming straight from a base to check on their land! Vincent checked the radar.. two gunships.. it had to be at least 18 soldiers coming in armed.. Damn, he should have brought just one more person along.. then they could help these people!

His eyes were laid on the stone.. In Pete's head he was like his own version of Doctor Who, a walking ghost of his own universe.. His eyes were laid heavy with an intense stare.. losing that shine.. It was easy to get lost in the mask.. he thought of the others.. a way to contact the other universes.. maybe there was still some sense of purpose out there for him. He was reading a lot of things about eastern healing and philosophy.. It had occurred to the web-head one Saturday afternoon in his new apartment that he had never really formally learned martial arts..

Maybe if he had buckled down, actually did the training involved in the suit, Maybe May would still be here. His eyes fall on her grave. He wont let her down.. He will always remember. He had nearly given up again.. trying to better himself.. He had met a criminal called Black Mask and that organization Mask worked with, The Hand? It had nearly brought him to his knees...

But that was when he met Danny Rand.. and between him and the way Murdoch his EX-lawyer could box. Murdoch.. he was really something.. With moves like a ninja.. it was hard to tell if he was really blind.. the real question was did the daredevil have eyes in the back of his head.. Murdoch couldnt remember Peter but they had crossed paths again.. naturally.. Maybe it was loneliness that had Peter blurting it out.. he recognized him. Even with that mask on..

Spiders near 360 degree eyesight helped them to spot and hunt.. in their world this is a huge advantage.. And a precursor to one of their greatest nemesis in the same mechanic..

"Neighborhood friendly.."he said as he stood up and he embraced the autumn air.It was the night before halloween and trick or treat was in full swing.Midtown was busy enough to swing through on a patrol.He's struggling to focus, to stay on task.He's been hurting for so long that its changing him.. He pulled the Mask on and up he went..

Swinging westward into the sunset was relaxing in the suit.. but Nights were rough.. So rough that he hadnt accounted for the silence. He had usually swung past his apartment and took the mask off in Bandits Leg, or at least thats what they called that particular alleyway.. something about gangsters in the 20s.. Peter thought it was kind of whacky.. Naming an alleyway something like that.. But Frank Castle had assured him its because back in the 20s the Police had cornered a gang of bandits and fired at them but the leader only got hit in his leg.

Still kind of dumb. It felt like even the criminals had more hope than Peter was having these days. But he commits to a patrol that is otherwise quiet.. A few high fives here. The usual number of selfies for those who had seen him in the media in the last 6 months and decided they were fans of the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

The webhead had let himself down.. he let them all down.. he should have went to trial.. And now that he hadnt he had options.. to be like Daredevil or to become like Frank.. and both options.. both versions of Justice terrified him.. He wished he could talk to the other Peters.. they had been a hell of a team out there.. But he couldnt just call on the Avengers anymore.. and it was hard to say what anyone was really doing anymore.. Captain America was gone and now the Falcon was taking on that mantle.. And that was probably the simplest one to explain.. all the others.. they were out there.. but they didnt know Peter.. They didnt know Spiderman..

There were points he realizes.. that they had all forgotten.. hard points of Grief their beloved Tony Stark would have loved to remain forgotten.. And he wouldn't let May down.. he had to take the responsibility.. but the silence.. these last few weeks he's had bad habits.. He does not realize someone very close to him watches him turn on stealth mode and very deliberately swing onto his balcony. It was common to see Spiderman's webs around the city at times.. it only lasted about two hours.. but..

He removed his mask and does not realize the curtain is open. He shuts the drapes and runs over to his laptop. Did the schematics upload? Had the program done its work?

Eyes shoot open and he is awake.. Gods only knew what time they finally fell asleep.. He turned and he knew she wasnt there.. Always with an early start.. especially with their boy.. Little Trunks..He was typically up with an early start each and everyday.Being about a year old now, Vegeta could see it.. Something he had never felt before.His legacy before his eyes.The boy, he was extremely perceptive.. Watching Vegeta the Third often like a bird of prey..

It was one of the reasons their argument last night was so strained.. He didnt want to awaken Baby Trunks over such a simple matter. And truly, this was absurd. What place did she have upon the battlefield.It was not a place for a thinker.. a scientist.. and certainly not for their boy! But Bulma insisted! Madness! It unnerved him to the point that he was nearly shouting with his whispers!

"DAMN YOU, WOMAN! DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE THERE WILL BE A PEACEFUL PLACE FOR YOU TO CHANGE THE CHILD WHILE WE ARE COMBATTING THESE.. MACHINES!? YOU HEARD THE WARNING OF THAT SAIYAN.. THEY PRACTICALLY DOMINATE THE WORLD HE COMES FROM AND YOU THINK IT IS SAFE FOR THE BABY OR YOURSELF TO BE THEIR? YOUVE NEVER HAD SUCH AN INCREDIBLY STUPID IDEA PERHAPS UNLESS IT IS IN BELIEVING THAT WEAKLING YAMCHA TO REMAIN FAITHFUL TO YOU!" That had started their little spat. Yes, he had crossed a line while making that point.. and somehow.. he wasnt sure if he had gotten through to her at all. This enigma, this blunette, his voluptuous and ravishing companion had a certain way of setting him off. She practically toyed with him at times..

This morning.. he had to reiterate that point.. to make himself clear. She mustnt go there to Amenbo Island..She would be more useful here in her laboratory where she seemed to be any other day. Working on a new invention and minding the boy..For what blasted reason did she truly have to want a front row seat to the carnage? Maybe she liked the violence.. He had reminded her of the tension they felt upon Namek.. He reminded her that she nearly died on Namek and that he actually had died facing off against that Tyrant Arcosian Warlord..If she died, who was going to upgrade and patch the Dragon Radar should it get broken or act buggy.. who was going to soothe the boy when he needed comforting.. Vegeta was no good at these parts.. He tried.. yes, he tried.. but he didnt have the heart for it.. No..

Changing Trunks Diaper was practically an operation in itself.. And burping him, nervewracking.. He had to demonstrate a kind of control that was uncanny to be so gentle with the boy.. He could be rougher with Bulma.. and still.. at times.. it was futile.

He stood, stretched and got dressed in a pair of shorts.Before he could finish his last day of training he would need to find her and make sure they were clear on that. She would stay here in West City.. far from the danger.. and when he came back, they would do something nice.. eat a delicious meal..Hold eachother close and perhaps even watch one of their Movie Films.. perhaps he would dance with her.. he could do these things with her.. yes, he had learned to be patient with her slowly.. and he was willing to try these things.. He had admitted it last night in a bit of dismay; Vegeta, as much as he had been through, as much pain he had endured; he couldnt stand the thought of losing her.. and the boy?!

Madness...

He pulled on a Black T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes after he put on socks, walking out of the bedroom and to the front door of their home which lead directly to the busy hallways of Capsule Corp.His arms casually crossed over his chest.He listened, waited to hear the sound of her voice.. Although he had a feeling he knew where she was.

Elsewhere the Great Doctor sat in silence.. Maki could still feel human emotion though his body was 90% cybernetic.The hard part was over.. He had successfully implanted his brain into this superior body and had since implemented 4 different blueprints.Weapons, each with the same intention.He didnt expect praises and yet, strangely.. despite his track record and former exploits, he didnt want a pat on the back for what he had done.He currently couldnt decide which of his models was most ingenius... Should he activate Protocol 13? No.. perhaps this was too much raw power to dole out.. After all, he was merely wrapping up the final drafts and binaries to Project Cell.That was simply in case things went awry..He hadnt even considered Protocol Beta..

Though he was a madman of sorts, the Great Doctor;Maki Gero had a heart,not physiologically of course but in the way that he felt emotion still. And it pained him to see 16.. He was a perfect copy of his son, a direct match physically although enhanced..The programming was nothing like his boy and his Goddess.. she would certainly not approve if she were alive today.He was a true android; 16, and yet.. his friends, Lapis and Lazuli..they were merely cyborgs.. Beta's he had incorporated into his ultimate creation; Project Cell..Beta's he had struggled with controlling.. It seems they had a bit of their memories intact despite the hours of somatic conditioning meant to wipe those memories away.. It was for this reason for this fatal flaw in Protocol Beta that Maki Gero decided he would implement Protocol 19 for his scourge against Son Goku..

Made exclusively from syntheic materials, 19 was a reminder of the force Maki had been as a man.A reminder of how he had forced his enemies to kneel and a reminder of how he would return to such glories.. After all, Android 19 was compliant and his aid in moving Maki's brain unto this cybernetic body was proof of his efficiency.So, at lightning speed; he finished the coding and programming of Project Cell.Any moment now he would be finished and by the hour that information would be downloaded.. He would see the process begin in the Artificial gestation start before the Great Doctor made his quest..

Meanwhile, on the Southern Reaches of the Globe, Roshi slept soundly.. that was until he felt it.. Christ.Gods and Kami aligned, was it that day already?! Were the androids here?! He nearly jumped out of bed, the L*wd Magazine falling from his face as he looked up from the Sofa to see the small bald headed monk there on the beach.. Turtle just 6 meters or so behind him.. Muten Roshi felt that power travel further and further before blending with the sea.. The old man adjusted his glasses.. It must have been 3 years ago he scolded Krillin.. warning the monk that this direction.. directly by the window was the only direction safe for him to do his blast training in.. It was true there were islands scattered all about.. but before Roshi's window.. there were no lands for miles..just infinite sea..

He walked outside and he could practically feel, Krillin moping.. He had nearly given up on himself since things with that Maron fell through and yet.. here he was.. 3 years later and he had grown."I guess thats about it, Master Roshi.. I mean.. That kid, he said those androids are going to show any day now.. and they are going to probably wipe the floor with me.. But at least I'll go down swinging!"Krillin said and Roshi felt that presence again.. This was something he felt years ago that was even more prominent.

"Krillin, My boy.. I should have told you years ago.. I have lived for so damned long now.. but the fact remains the same.. You and Goku are my best students.." He started,"Though Goku may have the power of a wild beast.. you have the integrity of that same animal.. its these guts that keep pushing you along.. past your natural limits.. I dont think you'll ever surpass Goku.. but youve already got the will to do just about anything in this world that you want.."Roshi said."Come inside.. I still got some onigiri and soup.. we ought to enjoy a meal and rest before this whole thing gets started.. dont you think?"

"Mmn.."Turtle seemed to agree.But Krillin turned and Roshi could see it in his eyes.The Turtle hermit was old but he still had quick eyes."Damnit, Boy.. stop thinking about that damned woman and just accept the damned compliment!"Roshi ripped into him and Krillin shuddered."Uhhh.."The monk fidgets."Yes.. Master!"Krillin swallowed.

Elswhere.. Gohan finished the last of his equations before closing his Math Book. This had become his routine.He was getting up, 3 hours earlier than his mother just to finish his studies early and have enough time to train with his father.In the morning, he had chores and he often aided Chichi anyways.. He knew how to sew, cook, as well as write complex mathematic formulas.. All because his father liked to sleep in till about Noon and didnt start training until after Lunch just about everyday.

The pre-teen looked to the calendar.. Just three more days until those Androids were supposed to attack. Gohan felt a certain anxiety about this.. He had so many curiosities.. Would they be right on time? Or would there be some sort of variation on this? He sighed and suddenly wished he had brushed up on his Quantum Mechanics a bit more over the past three years.He walked with his homework in hand and went to find Chichi, spotting her in the kitchen he spoke up."Ive finished with todays lesson, Mom.. do you want me to help you with Lunch so we can look it over together?" He asked politely. the young student had to be on his best behavior..He often felt like he was tiptoeing for the privIlege to train with his father.. though, neither Goku nor Gohan had the guts to really tell Chichi that what they were doing on their trips to the city was training to prevent another apocalypse..

Goku remained in bed.. sleeping only in his boxers, he snored loud and viciously..practically drooling on himself as he lie there on his back..

I’ll place here some things that should be noted about me in case it ever happens and caused confusion.

1: I adore detailed roleplay and it grabs my attention more than 1 liners or 1 simple paragraph. Perhaps 2 paragraphs that include a lot of detail to what you’re doing or what your thinking is a plus for me.

2: If I don’t respond it’s due to two reason, I lost interest (I truly apologize if this happens) or I’m going through irl troubles that take time for me to do.

3: When it comes to more romance involved plots, I simply can’t play a dom, It’s something I’ve tried and not many were happy with the results. I’m simply a sub and will remain as one.

4: If romance involved, I don’t wish of it to be fxf. Fxm only please. I don’t wish to be uncomfortable and unfriend the person who wishes that of me.

5: I don’t mind furry, anime, or any other “species”.

6: Please be of age. 20 and higher. I refuse to rp with anyone under that age. It makes me highly uncomfortable and I will block.

7: I apologize if at times I don’t respond, this app seems to be quite strange and I don’t receive many replies. If I don’t respond please remind me, I tend to delete roleplays that don’t seem to be continuing.

8: When it comes to roleplay, I advise you control your character as you see fit but please don’t control mine. I wish of the roleplay to proceed as random with a custom plot or setting but when it comes to actions or speech, please don’t control.

9: If a fighting plot, please don’t god-mode. It ruins the fun. I wish both parties take damage or block only to a minimum.

[I hope this list fills you in on how picky I am. But I don’t mind a chat at all. Thank you kindly.]

} Team Fortress Two

Characters I'd like to play against:
Medic
Soldier (if playing Zhanna. The one canon ship I'm willing to make concessions for lol)

Characters I'd like to play:
Miss Pauling
Zhanna
Sniper
Spy

OCs:
Chemist - A snobby English mercenary who specialises in chemical warfare.

} Overwatch

Characters I'd like to play against:
Widowmaker
Baptiste (again, only if against Lifeweaver because BaptistexLifeweaver is also one of the only canon ships I make concessions for)
Ramattra
Sigma
Ashe

Characters I'd like to play:
Widowmaker
Sombra
Moira (yes, I have a big Talon bias)
Symmetra
Lifeweaver
Ashe
Ana

OCs:
Nour - A Pakistani Vishkar architech having second thoughts about his affiliations.

Wraith - a ghost-like Talon agent who seems to almost leave no trail behind.

Dandy - a British highwayman and bandit allied with the Deadlock gang.

Octavia - a South African scholar on a journey to Shambhali Monastery.