"no masters or kings when the ritual begins."



-- ( information not provided )
general
full name
Moises Cesar Madrid
nicknames
None
species
Human
bloodtype
B+
age
19
horoscope
Scorpio
sex
Male
gender
Male
race
Hispanic
ethnicity
Mexican
nationality
Mexican-American
languages
native; Spanish
learned; English, in the process of French
accents
None

looks
skin tone
Tan
weight
150 lbs; 68 kg
height
5’9; 175 cm
build
Average
natural hair color
Black
eye color
Brown

other features
--


relations
parents
biological mother; Carla Figueroa
biological father; Jesus Madrid
step father; Gabriel Figueroa
siblings
older sister; Amaya Madrid
younger sister; Natalia Figueroa
younger brother; Daniel Figueroa
children
None
current relationship
None
sexuality
Openly Bisexual
ideal partner
--
virgin?
No


mentality
hobbies
Fortune Telling
Partying
Illegal Drag Racing
Playing Guitar
Cooking
talents
Fortune Telling
Making Bomb Ass Tacos
mental illnesses
Anger Issues
physical illnesses
--
addictions
--
habits
good;
bad;
weird;
noticeable traits
good;
Fun; Brave; Bold; Intelligent; Loyal To Family;
Ambitious
bad;
Powerful; Irrational; Temperamental;
Scornful; Narcissistic; Extremely Stubborn
fears
--
triggers
/for temper/
possibly; Being Denied, Disrespect, Anything
flaws
Anger/Behavioral Issues
Full of Himself
regrets
--

life style
place of birth
Pachuca, Mexico
current residence
N/A
education
Graduated High School
occupation
Drag Racing



“Art thee frightened of me?”
“Thou art not thee.”

“Aye, my own l’rd.”
“Aye, my own l’rd.”
“Aye, my own l’rd.”

“What doth thee cullionly?”

“In exchange f’r pow’r.”

“I knoweth not thee.”

“In exchange f'r past, present and future knowledge.”

“Thou art being irrational. I'm thy broth'r.”

“In exchange f'r lust.”

“And what a pity that is.”



As I’ve aged and matured throughout the years, I have come to notice one thing in particular -

I am one greedy bitch.

This greed covers a multitude of things, from the understandable to the pettiest, but I have yet to regret any of it. Anything at all. That is the greedy man’s way. Without fearing any possible repercussions, as I blindly see none possible for my situation, I consume, and take, and leech, yet barely give, because even with the splendor and surplus greed has granted me...
I only have nothing. Neither for myself, nor others. And that is the irony of it all.

Moises Cesar Madrid.


theme song
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHalGQpP_B0
fc: colddbg on instagram
www.roleplay.me/photo/2816928

THIS BIO NEEDS COMPLETELY REDONE
he's an old character ;;
it works for now though


name
Sung Hyeok-Sang
age
21
sex
male; he/him
nationality
korean/indonesian
weight
150 pounds; 10.7 stones
height
5 foot 10 inches; 177 centimeters
natural hair color
dark brown
eye color
brown

parents
biological mother; Manouk Yuehai
biological father; Sung Hyeon-Jun
grandmother; Namgung Min-Kyung
siblings
none

current relationship
none
sexuality
bisexual
children
none

likes
food
sleep
uhhhh, sex?
memes


dislikes
being shorter :(

hobbies
soccer
playing piano


mental illnesses
post-traumatic stress disorder
addictions?
heroin
place of birth
korea
current residence
korea
occupation


short description -

Hyeoksang feels as if his past is rather generic. Almost cliche, as most ‘father abuses son’ stories are.

Hyeoksang was born as an only child into a wealthy, but modest, household. His father brought in all the money, while his mother had a small gourmet cupcake business, her main job staying home and taking care of their son. Hyeoksang was given everything he ever wanted, due to his father’s income, though it only lasted until he was eight. His father was fired and sued for committing fraud, his name ruined, and they had lost everything and had to move into a small, low-class house. His wife decided to remain faithful to him, putting more effort into the cupcake business, as that was their only source of money as his father could not find a job that would hire him. He fell into a depression, which brought back his old addiction to heroin, seeming to kill him and rebirth an entirely different man. This was where the abuse began, and Hyeoksang was only nine.

It started with arguments between his parents. Arguments, and then pushing, and then everything escalating so quickly that before Hyeoksang even knew it, he was no longer living with a family. He was living with an obedient slave, not daring to speak up against the stranger she married, not even when its anger was boiling over the rim and directed towards her own son. Though, his mother’s silence was just a mask, covering the fact she no longer had faithfulness towards her husband, and had gotten pregnant by another man. After confessing this, she had left, leaving all of her personal belongings and possessions behind… including her son. Hyeoksang had never felt more hatred, but understandment, for a person in his entire life.

Accordingly, his father blamed him for his mother’s departure. She found another man with another house, having another son.
“You weren’t good enough.”
“You were selfish towards your own mother, boy.”
“She left me because of you. She left to have a better son.”
“It’s all your fault.”

The abuse only got worse from there. Marks and bruises weren’t directed towards places that were visible, so Hyeoksang only received help when he was brave enough to ask for it. He had developed a special bond with a teacher he had, the only teacher that seemed to have patience towards any irrational behavior he’d sometimes present, and eventually confessed it to her. He was detained from the household at age fourteen, his father arrested.

Hyeoksang was sent to live with his grandmother from his father’s side. She did everything in her power to make sure Hyeoksang felt safe and loved, which took a while to get used to. Naturally, it felt wrong to be shown affection, and he strongly rejected it. Though, as time passed, with the help of therapy and his grandmother’s relentless patience, he let people love him, and learned to love them in return. He found happiness in meditation, soccer and playing piano, and his academics reached a height he never saw possible. He was accepted into a proud college at age eighteen, and he definitely cried more than his grandmother when he had to leave her.

As things seemed great and optimistic, roughly, Hyeoksang had been addicted to his medication for ptsd for over a year, which lead to him abusing stronger medications and drugs. As he was beginning to get recognition and possible scouting from professional soccer teams, he failed a drug test, and it ruined every chance he had. He was kicked from the soccer team and the school, forcing him to move back with his grandmother, who was very disappointed in him. This sent him into a depression, and he began taking stronger drugs, not caring how they affected him as he didn’t have grades, or a body, to look after anymore. He let his thoughts roam back to his father, and his mother, and how they both f***ed him over, and for a period of time his life and mental state only went downhill.

Knowing that he was only causing his grandmother distress, Hyeoksang moved into an apartment with two other men who were also addicts, only diving deeper into the huge swimming pool of inescapable commitment. He was the slave, the drugs the owner, and every waking thought was the question of if, and how, he’d receive them that day.

Despite Hyeoksang’s habits and behaviours, he was still ultimately caring and sweet, and it managed to attract a girl towards him. Her name was Ja-Hye, and she saw past the drugs and into his heart, and knew he was more than how he was treating himself. He fell in love with her, and they became a couple, and all he ever wanted for her was the best. Though, he couldn’t stay away from his addiction for long, as he had also fallen victim to heroin. While Hyeoksang was high, they had an argument, to where he ended up hitting her, leading to a busted lip. The next day was horrendous, as he fully blamed himself, and guilt coursed through his veins stronger than any drug he had taken. He sobbed and begged for her forgiveness, in promise he’d never do it again, and she forgave him. She loved him enough to stay with him for another five months, after the beating and begging for forgiveness continued, in hope she could save him. It eventually became too much for her to bare, and she left, not telling anyone and not reporting him to the authorities.

*********

He hadn’t seen his father in years, and yet he was afraid of the mirror, as he was the only thing he could see staring back from the reflection.


@DTF
theme song
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hkwu-j7d2a0
fc: hyeoksang on instagram
www.roleplay.me/photo/2816164

general
full name
Reyes Aubrey Monroe
nicknames
Rey
species
Human
bloodtype
B+
age
19
birthdate
July 24
horoscope
Leo
sex
Male
gender
Male
race
Caucasian, Native Alaskan
ethnicity
American
nationality
American
languages
English
accents
None

looks
skin tone
Tan
weight
160 lbs (72 kg)
height
5’11 ft (155 cm)
build
Toned
natural hair color
Dark Brown
eye color
Brown
other features
Nothing Outstanding


relations
parents
biological mother; Miley Brooke Monroe
biological father; Isiah Keenan Monroe
siblings
older sister; Claudia Leyla Monroe
older brother; Dakota Daryl Monroe
younger brother; Ezekiel Tristian Monroe
children
None
current relationship
None
sexuality
Homosexual
virgin?
No


mentality
hobbies
Nintendo Games
Parkour Type Things
Working Out
Skating
talents
Great Aim with Anything
Super Smash Brothers
mental illnesses
?
physical illnesses
None
addictions
Cigarettes
habits
good; Good Mannerisms
bad; Cracks Everything his body has to offer
weird; Checks behind his shoulder a lot


fears
Big Dogs
triggers
None
flaws
Somewhat Unstable
Seems Easily Distracted
Mood Swings
Always Tired
regrets
None

life style
place of birth
Anchorage, Alaska
current residence
N/A
education
Graduated High School
occupation
Waiter

09/11/2019
Hey, Steph.
In response to your last letter, I so told you that they wouldn’t add Cuphead to the roster! Suck my nuts because I’m loving Byleth (really though, Cuphead woulda been cool)!

On a serious note, I do have something important to share.
I got my first noise complaint last night. I have no idea how my neighbors in my apartment complex heard me, or what they were doing up at such an ungodly hour. Perhaps I had woken them up.. Anyway, I had arrived back home at around three in the morning, and it felt like I was losing it again. Do you remember a few letters back? I had described something very similar happening to me.
Right after closing the door, I broke out into a horrendous and uncontrollable laughter. What’s provoking such a thing is something I’ve not yet figured out. I think I had laughed for quite some time, for my throat was coarse in the morning.

Maybe the lack of sleep is getting to me.
Be careful, Steph. You are my dearest friend, after all.

Love, Rey.


@HUNNY
theme song
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPerwkpiBQE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8J5k5im_Pg
fc: tom.oen on instagram

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♔ general ♔

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　full name
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Tong Won-Hyeon
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　nicknames
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Won
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　species
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Human
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　sex
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Male
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　gender
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Male
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　age
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Twenty-five
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　birthdate
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ September 2
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　race
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ East Asian
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ethnicity
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Korean, Chinese
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　nationality
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Korean
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　languages
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♚ Korean, English, broken Chinese



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♕ physical ♕

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　skin tone
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Fair
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　weight
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Around 125 lbs, 56 kg
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　height
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Around 6 ft; 183 cm
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　build
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Thin, underweight
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　natural hair
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Black
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　eye color
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Dark brown
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　other features
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♛ Scar on right arm



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♖ relations ♖

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　parents
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ biological mother; Kwon Yong-Sun
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ biological father; Tong Zhaomin
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　siblings
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ Won-Seong; 29
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　children
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ None
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　current relationship
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ None
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　sexuality
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ Currently Asexual
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　virgin?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♜ Yes



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♙ mentality ♙

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　hobbies
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Playing instruments; viola, guitar, violin, cello (more)
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Reading and studying
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Writing music
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟Shopping for clothes
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　mental illnesses
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟Depression
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟PTSD
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟Anorexia
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　addictions
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟Alcohol
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　habits
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ good; Cannot leave a mess for others
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ bad; Drinking
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ weird; Use of hand sanitizer or wipes
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　flaws
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Has a drinking problem
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Is a germaphobe
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Outright refuses to play or hear the piano
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Appears uncaring about everything
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　regrets
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♟ Not telling anybody



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♘ life style ♘

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　place of birth
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♞ Seoul
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　current residence
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♞ Seoul
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　education
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♞ Graduated high school
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♞ Bachelor’s degree in International Commerce
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　occupation
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♞ CFO of The Korea International Trade Association (KITA)
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　income
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♞ Lmao





Wonhyeon was never a child. Not really. His family lived like they were always under the scrutiny of the press. Everything was perfect or it simply did not exist, and this rule was not exempt from the children. He and his brother were perfect - primmed pale dolls representing the future generation of Korea. Formality had been the norm since the day of his birth, and even though he was now a man, it remained. This was the main reason for his silence, for the toleration of all the years he went through as a child.

　　The Tong family had been, rather, an amusing topic in the city of Seoul, and even the country of Korea. Wonhyeon’s mother was a stern but tolerable woman, who worked as CEO of KITA, and ended up marrying a man from Guangzhou, China. This put the family in a situation where, apparently, their only purpose was to represent their mother well, and it was stapled into Wonhyeon’s head that he must be without flaw. His mother's reputation was at stake, after all. Accordingly, he was raised as isolated as possible, being homeschooled by a tutor and only having a very small select group of boys he could play with. They would make appearances in magazines and a talk show frequently. Eventually, after experiencing what would change him forever, he no longer wished to see anybody else his age.

　　　Now, a twenty-five year old man, Wonhyeon lives alone. Completely alone, without the visit of friends, as he is without any. Not socializing as a kid left him without the understanding of how to get any. He is now aware that perfection is simply an unrealistic fantasy, and no longer holds himself to such standards. Though he owns a luxurious home, not many people have seen the inside. Despite all the luxury and riches, Wonhyeon has always felt a horrible emptiness eating away at him, and wants nothing more than to, very bluntly, die. The man is rather refined and reserved, and it seems he might not have much emotion to give.

And it leaves the people wondering - what is troubling the man that has it all?

-------------------------------------------

@DROWN
theme songs
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuZF2kxzv0I
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jU9bV2JhQdE
fc: z.nnoung at instagram

www.roleplay.me/photo/2816152