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.

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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.

Corey McGowen - www.roleplay.me/blog/295363
Francis Seaport - www.roleplay.me/blog/295364

- Life takes hold sometimes. And my life can be a busy one!
- Any minors will be blocked instantly.
- Everyone has likes and dislikes! Please share yours and I will share mine!
- RP's are a 2 way street! If I do all the idea making, I'll assume you don't really want to RP, which kinda takes away from the fun! Let's discuss ideas together!
- ERP is fine and accepted! Plot, no plot, no ERP, all of it is accepted! But again, I have dislikes and as do you. And they should be respected.

If you read this for, what is your favourite Genre of Roleplay?

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✦ Vampire
A human and vampire pairing, where the vampire dom kidnaps and keeps a human blood slave as a pet.

A vampire and vampire pairing, where the older, more experienced vampire takes advantage of a baby vampire who has only recently been turned.

A twist on the typical vampire and human plot. Rather than the vampire being the dominant partner, the human is completely controlling of them, deciding when they're allowed to feed. If they go out and find blood elsewhere, they'll be physically and sexually punished.

[Pairings]
✦ Teacher x Student
✦ Boss x Employee
✦ Master/Mistress x Servant
✦ Kidnapper x Victim
✦ Yandere/Stalker x Victim

[SFW Plots]
✦ Post Apocalypse
A found family plot where I would play a young girl, found by your character. Your character becomes a parental/older sibling figure to my character.

PLEASE READ: I haven't played the MW Reboot series yet, but I've been reading and consuming media about it ((especially MW II AND MW III)) so please don't be too harsh on me.


IDENTITY INFOS:

First and/or middle name: Lyna (pronounced Lee-nah)
Last name: Castle
Nickname/alias: Call sign : Red
Age: 23 (as of 2022)
Date of Birth: June 9, 1999
Place of Birth: Birmingham, United Kingdom
Current location: Moves a lot for missions
Status: Alive
Occupation: Commander / only survivor of a PMC, refers to herself as a mercenary
-> Possible affiliations: Task Force 141, Shadow Company, Konni Group (less likely but very possible).

Languages: Fluent in English, French, German, Russian


FAMILY:

Father:
First name: Jack
Last name: Castle
Place of Birth: Birmingham, United Kingdom
Relationship status: Divorced
Status: Deceased


Mother:
First name: Aurélie
Marriage last name: Dupré
Place of Birth: Brest, France
Relationship status: Divorced
Status: Alive


PHYSICAL:

Height: 168 cms / 5' 6"
Weight: 63 kgs / 138.9 lbs

Eyes:
Color: Bright, emerald green
Shape: Round, upturned

Hair:
Length: Reaches between the middle and the bottom of her neck
Shape: Straight, lowkey messy
Color: Naturally brown, dyes it auburn or cherry red depending on her mood

Skin tone: Pale
Body type: Hourglass, toned
Remarkable traits: Two scars under her left eye, one horizontally across her lips on the left side, one on her left shoulder, one on her right breast, one going from the left side of her chest to her right hip.
Piercings: Multiple ear piercings, she takes them out when on deployment
Tattoos: tba.

Any illness: Seafood allergy

MENTAL/PERSONALITY:

Any known mental illness: Undisclosed, traumatized from losing her squad

Phobias and fears: Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning

Mental health: Good enough to still be fit for service

Personality: Mostly a solo worker, introverted, polite, quiet
-> Until she gets really comfortable with someone

Likes: Animals, firearms, observing people

Dislikes: Her mother, the British Army (ironic)

(Weird) habits: Fiddling with her chain when nervous, whispering when talking on comms

Quotes/lines: "F*** the lot of yous, I already said I wouldn't give up my status, I ain't no lapdog of yous." - To a general of the British Army, after breaking out of military jail where she was held for 'use of unregistered, prototypical warfare within the United Kingdom'.

FAMILY AND CHARACTER BACKSTORY:

Lyna has had a rough childhood. Her parents divorced when she was 1, she stayed with her father in Birmingham until she was 10, before moving back to France with her mother.

There, she endured mistreatment and violence until the age of 15, when she ran away.
She found herself taking the wrong train and instead of going back to Birmingham, she ended up in Berlin, accidentally running into a squad of para military soldiers, who had no choice but to keep her around while finishing their job.

She told them about her situation and they accepted (after many negotiations with their commander), to take her to Birmingham. There, she found out that her father had passed away a few months ago after committing suicide.
One of the soldiers decided to take her in, not wanting to bring her back to her abusive mother, or to abandon her in the messy foster home system.

This led to Lyna becoming a skilled operator by the time she was 17, specialized in interrogation and infiltration, after learning several languages thanks to the squad. However, after she turned 18, tragedy hit once more. She was not allowed on a particularly dangerous mission, and had to listen on the comms as the squad, her found family, got massacred by a Southern American cartel.

Since then, she has been the only member of the PMC formerly known as InterAlliance Company, accepting jobs that make her more of a mercenary. She has worked closely with the British Army, especially the SAS, a few times. The reason for that is that her father was a former SAS soldier. She was offered to join the Service several times but always refused, as she considered that the military in general was responsible for her father's death.

Lyna was forced to contact the French police force and any other power involved in her missing case after she ran away, affirming that she was alive and well, but that she was now using her British nationality (she had the double nationality) and resided in Great Britain. From there, she was forced to contact her mother and see her, at the age of 19, resulting in conflicts between the two.

Lyna sometimes feels insecure about the scars on her face, but usually manages to ignore people's states. She rarely mentions the abuse she faced from her mother, which is the cause of the scars under her eye. All of her other scars are from deployments and missions when she became the commander of InterAlliance PMC.

Has been accused by the UN in 2019, at the age of 20, of being a war criminal after taking out the cartel who wiped the former squad of the company, her actions being qualified as 'inhumane' and 'an absolute outrage' after she tested several prototypes of warfare on the members of the cartel after trapping them. In the end, her actions were deemed unethical but after proving the crimes of the cartel, the procedure was dropped and she was released. It was thanks to SAS Captain John Price's (who turns out to be an old friend of her father) intervention, However, she is now blacklisted and considered a potential threat.

About InterAlliance PMC:

InterAlliance is a Germany-based, multinational private military company. It acts independently from any government, aside from working under temporary contracts.
It specializes in counter-terrorism and under-the-radar operations to eliminate potential threats in many countries.

InterAlliance is however considered a gray-alligned company, as it deals weapons and funds with other, more obscure organizations and companies.
Some of said companies being specialized in warfare engineering, they let InterAlliance be the ones to test them out on the field.
This often leads to governments, and a lot of non-governmental organizations to keep the company on their blacklist, judging some of its practices unethical.

Lyna has been held in British military jail numerous times for this reason, although it is mostly to de-escalate international tensions rather than to actually make her serve time. They know she will just break out if they keep her for too long anyways.
She holds a special status within the political and military world in Britain, and manages to find loopholes to keep her activities going.


Commander: Lyna "Red" Castle - Alive

Formerly:

members tba.

Name : James black (human) asmodeus (demon)
Age : depends on rp really cause he can change his age and appearance

Appearances: due to his sin and power he looks perfect to anyone who sees him. The only think that doesn’t change is his eyes and tattoos . His eyes are dark red normally but change depending on his mood

Personality: being the sin of lust he is pretty Pervy. He’s all about lust and risky moves . When he isn’t being a perv he’s usually either sleepy or very procrastinating. When it comes to combat he’s super c*cky against most. He knows how to use many weapons but tends to use his hands

PLEASE READ: I haven't watched the whole show yet, so this character is based on my own experience with the first season of TWD, as well as some episodes from season 2 to 10, which I got a glimpse of every now and then while watching TV with my sibling and my parents.
THIS CHARACTER'S INFORMATIONS MIGHT CHANGE OVERTIME, AND MISTAKES WILL BE CORRECTED AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE AS I GET MORE INTO THE SERIES, PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS PURELY BASED ON THE FIRST SEASON OF THE SHOW.
Don't be too hard on me for that one, I tried to make something with what I had.


IDENTITY INFOS:

First and/or middle names: Laura
Birth last name: Pesquier
Marriage last name: None
Nickname/alias: Laura, Frenchie, Owl
Age: 26 at the beginning of season 1
Date of Birth: 8th of January
Place of Birth: Nouméa, New Caledonia (French overseas territory)
Current location: United States of America, wherever the group goes, she's with them
Relationship status: Single
Status: Alive
Species: Human

FAMILY:

Father:
First name: Henri
Last name: Pesquier
Place of Birth: Nouméa, New Caledonia
Relationship status: Married
Status: Unknown
Species: It is unknown whether he's still a human or a walker

Mother:
First name: Laurence
Marriage last name: Pesquier
Place of Birth: Bourail, New Caledonia
Relationship status: Married
Status: Unknown
Species: Just like Laura's father, it is unknown whether she's still a human or not

Brother:
First name: Bruno
Last name: Pesquier
Place of Birth: Nouméa, New Caledonia
Relationship status: Single
Status: Unknown
Species: Just as for their parents, it is unknown whether he is still a human or not, even though the last time he saw Laura he was a human and was with her near Atlanta.

Both of their parents were still in their country of birth, while Laura and Bruno were in the United States for education and to possibly find a good career path, before the outbreak. They're twins and were inseparable until an incident with their group of survivors.


PHYSICAL:

Height: 167 centimeters
Weight: 63 kilograms

Eyes:
Color: Hazel
Shape: Almond

Hair:
Length: Reaches the middle of her back when let down, she mostly keeps it in a tight ponytail
Shape: Slightly wavy
Color: Light chestnut with some darker brown pieces

Skin tone: Naturally tan due to being born and growing up on a tropical island
Body type: Athletic, slightly curvy
Remarkable traits: Scars on her arms

Any illness: Nothing that she knows about

MENTAL/PERSONALITY:

Any known mental illness: Depression from losing contact with her parents and brother

Phobias and fears: Arachnophobia, fear of being abandoned

Mental health: Decreasing the longer she stays without her brother

Personality: Pessimistic, introverted, solo player, has trust issues when it comes to new people

Likes: Cats, chocolate, drawing, flowers in general

Dislikes: Walkers, having to kill someone from her group, the smell of lavender

Weird habits: Pinches her nose whenever something smells remotely like lavender, talks to herself when she thinks really hard

Quotes/lines: "Let's get this straight, I'm never going to stop searching for my brother, and may the one who tries to stop me pray for a safe spot in heaven."

FAMILY AND CHARACTER BACKSTORY:

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Here's the non-exhaustive list of fandoms I can roleplay on this account, crossovers are very much welcome!!

- Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) and Modern Warfare III (2023)
-> Too broke to buy the games for now and I'm desperately waiting to have enough time to watch game plays, but I already have some parts of the campaigns down. (Special interest go brrr)
-> Honestly I feel like this is an open thing because we can just make up new missions, add things to the storyline and whatnot, especially when using OCs

- The Walking Dead (show)
-> I need to rewatch it because I don't exactly remember what happens in which season but it's alright.
-> Same as above, we can make up our own events, deviate from the storyline etc, especially when using OCs

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⠀⠀⠀⠀First Name: Chloe
⠀⠀⠀⠀Last Name: Cameron
⠀⠀⠀⠀Nickname: Dove
⠀⠀⠀⠀Age: 24 Years Old
⠀⠀⠀⠀Birth Date: 15th January 2000
⠀⠀⠀⠀Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington, USA
⠀⠀⠀⠀Sex/Gender: Female
⠀⠀⠀⠀Pronouns: She/Her
⠀⠀⠀⠀Sexual Orientation: Asexual
⠀⠀⠀⠀Ethnicity: Caucasian
⠀⠀⠀⠀Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
⠀⠀⠀⠀Birthstone: Onyx
⠀⠀⠀⠀Occupation: Actress, Singer & Model


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⠀⠀⠀⠀Eye Color: Green
⠀⠀⠀⠀Skin Color: White
⠀⠀⠀⠀Hair Color: Blonde
⠀⠀⠀⠀Height: 5 feet 2 inches
⠀⠀⠀⠀Weight: 100 lbs
⠀⠀⠀⠀Body Type: Petite
⠀⠀⠀⠀Meaurements: 33-24-32
⠀⠀⠀⠀Dress Size: 4(US)
⠀⠀⠀⠀Shoe Size: 7(US)
⠀⠀⠀⠀Tattoos: Various


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⠀⠀⠀⠀Name: Dani
⠀⠀⠀⠀Pronouns: they/them
⠀⠀⠀⠀Age: 29
⠀⠀⠀⠀Timezone: gmt/bst
⠀⠀⠀⠀OJD: April 2016
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❁ If you add me, please message me within 48 hours or I will think you just want me on your list to make you look popular. If I add you, then I will message you.

❁ Do not speak OOC unless it is setting up the foundations of our possible RP.



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❁ I do take awhile to reply so please have patience as I am not always online due to doing other things such as playing video games (I am currently addicted to Stranded: Alien Dawn).

❁ I do try to match lengths but I can not always do so and I do not require you to match mine either. However! please NO ONE WORD OR ONE LINE ANSWERS PLEASE

❁ Quality over quantity is best policy.



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❁ Absolutely no spamming! I can’t be on here 24/7. I am very respectable and I would never dream of messaging someone every hour to get online and respond. That is just plain rude. Heads up, you do this to me and it's an automatic unfriend [ unless it's a serious reason. ]



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❁ If you come to me with a character that can shoot rainbow lasers out of her eyes, can control every element possible, every man and girl falls in love with her. This basically means no God Modding, I don't RP anything that involves superheroes or supernatural stuff



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❁ Romance is nice, but I am very selective on who I do said romance RP with. So, please don't come in and ask for any sm*t/ero or romance RPs as I am a single ship acc and prefer to romance organically just like how it would be in RL

❁ I do prefer FxF over MxF. I don't mind RPing with guys, but that’s my own preference.

❁ No Incest, if there is any mention of this I will block you

❁ I don't mind N*FW RP but I will only do said genre with who my character is dating

❁ No Drama, I hate that sh*t!!!

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