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OC Alexander Mortem
Name: Alexander Mortem
Age: 25
Profession: Funeral Director & Embalmer
Education: Associate Degree in Mortuary Sciences, accredited by the ABFSE. Certified Funeral Service Practitioner (CFSP). Holds a state-recognized embalming license, obtained at age 18.
Background:
Alexander's childhood playground was within the solemn walls of a funeral home, where he was immersed in various rites and ceremonies under the guidance of his father since the age of five. At 25, he inherited the family business after his father’s sudden passing, poised to shoulder the burden; being versed in the sacred transitions from life to the hereafter. His father, a figure of repute, had ties with both the elite and those on society's fringe. These ties provided him with the finances to retain the home and even begin to make a profit. Alex now cares for his mother, whose strength and mental faculties are faltering, and his sister, who battles the storms of Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML). While he remains skeptical of the supernatural, his reverence for religious practices and cultural traditions is deeply ingrained.
Expertise:
- Skilled in the disciplines of embalming and restorative arts.
- Demonstrates proficiency in managing the funeral home's operations.
Despite his capabilities and formal qualifications, Alexander often faces scrutiny regarding his age from peers in the funeral industry and prospective clients.
Age: 25
Profession: Funeral Director & Embalmer
Education: Associate Degree in Mortuary Sciences, accredited by the ABFSE. Certified Funeral Service Practitioner (CFSP). Holds a state-recognized embalming license, obtained at age 18.
Background:
Alexander's childhood playground was within the solemn walls of a funeral home, where he was immersed in various rites and ceremonies under the guidance of his father since the age of five. At 25, he inherited the family business after his father’s sudden passing, poised to shoulder the burden; being versed in the sacred transitions from life to the hereafter. His father, a figure of repute, had ties with both the elite and those on society's fringe. These ties provided him with the finances to retain the home and even begin to make a profit. Alex now cares for his mother, whose strength and mental faculties are faltering, and his sister, who battles the storms of Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML). While he remains skeptical of the supernatural, his reverence for religious practices and cultural traditions is deeply ingrained.
Expertise:
- Skilled in the disciplines of embalming and restorative arts.
- Demonstrates proficiency in managing the funeral home's operations.
Despite his capabilities and formal qualifications, Alexander often faces scrutiny regarding his age from peers in the funeral industry and prospective clients.
Writing Sample
This writing sample was written: 2024/03/13 for @Disdainful.
Based on OC Nathaniel Heyes. Luna and Theo are background characters.
The bass pulsed with the urgency of a frantic heartbeat, forming a stark contrast with the strained timbre of the singer's voice. Nathaniel's thumb found its way to his mouth, a light gnaw on the tip betraying his concern. Behind the glass panel of the recording studio, the singer, a captivating figure named Luna, persisted in her efforts. The studio clock had ticked well past their allotted hour, and Nathaniel had been asked to sit in on the session by Luna's producer, Theo. The reason for his presence was unmistakable.
"Alright, Luna," Nathaniel pressed the microphone from the control room, his voice cutting through the glass. "Let's back up a bit. Something’s off in the second verse."
Adorned in distressed jeans and a band t-shirt that hugged her form, Luna ran a hand through her mane of long, dark, lustrous curls. "Off how? I was feeling it."
"Exactly. Maybe a little too much feeling," Nathaniel wasn’t ever the most subtle. "Just… keep the vulnerability, but pull it back a little. The end note needs to be steady."
A spark of defiance flashed in Luna's eyes as she cocked her head to the side, a sharp retort teetering on the edge of her lips. Yet Nathaniel wasn't just another opinion in the room; she knew, just as everyone else there, that his word mattered more than hers and he could pull her album if he wanted. She’d been bashing heads with Theo, resisting the changes and insisting that her takes were simply more “natural and undisturbed”, and that they should stay that way.
"So you want him back," he sighed as he saw that she was fighting it, “… but you don’t want to come off as harsh. Say it in a lazier tone, a bit more laidback.” Recognition dawned in her eyes, and she gave a curt nod, slipping on her headphones once more in preparation for another take.
The studio hushed into an intense focus as the red light flickered to life once more, marking the commencement of another recording. The final hour ebbed away as they made the last changes to the track. Nathaniel, despite the day's fatigue, tried his best to focus. He swiped open his phone to send a message to Dolan, indicating he was nearing the end of the session. Dolan, his chauffeur, had been arriving late lately. It was not a frequent occurrence, and Nathaniel had just assumed the man needed to run a few personal errands. At times, a residual scent of cigarettes clung to the air inside the car, its sharp tang causing Nathaniel's head to ache, particularly today.
As the session wrapped up, the studio brimmed with a cautious optimism, and Luna's gratitude was palpable. "You really know how to get the best out of me, Nate," she said, her smile warm and appreciative.
"Only because I know you can deliver," he replied with a weak smile. It was the best he could muster; he was just about done hearing that voice for today. As he rose to leave, gathering his belongings, Theo's appreciative clasp on his shoulder caught his attention. "Thanks, Nate. I owe you one," Theo said quietly, knowing all too well Nathaniel's aversion to coddling artists in his spare time. However, with Luna's burgeoning success and her recent sell-out tours, the extra attention seemed warranted.
"Yea…" Nathaniel acknowledged softly. He took his wireless earphones from its case and placed one in his left ear. Pushing the case back in his beige knitted jacket, he began to leave for the evening. He needed to play something in his ear; it was a self-soothing gesture, and he’d do it by playing one song on repeat. He’d probably spend the evening in his studio again, working on one of his pet projects so he could forget the cacophonous tune in the studio.
Dolan always waited for him by the building’s front entrance, a spot usually reserved for Nate and others above him. The staff, familiar with the Mercedes’ plates, made sure it was conveniently stationed near the entryway. Nathaniel descended the steps from the building and made for the car, for which Dolan would normally open for him. It didn’t matter, maybe he’ll ask the man what’s been distracting him lately. He opened the door to the back seat and went in.
Based on OC Nathaniel Heyes. Luna and Theo are background characters.
The bass pulsed with the urgency of a frantic heartbeat, forming a stark contrast with the strained timbre of the singer's voice. Nathaniel's thumb found its way to his mouth, a light gnaw on the tip betraying his concern. Behind the glass panel of the recording studio, the singer, a captivating figure named Luna, persisted in her efforts. The studio clock had ticked well past their allotted hour, and Nathaniel had been asked to sit in on the session by Luna's producer, Theo. The reason for his presence was unmistakable.
"Alright, Luna," Nathaniel pressed the microphone from the control room, his voice cutting through the glass. "Let's back up a bit. Something’s off in the second verse."
Adorned in distressed jeans and a band t-shirt that hugged her form, Luna ran a hand through her mane of long, dark, lustrous curls. "Off how? I was feeling it."
"Exactly. Maybe a little too much feeling," Nathaniel wasn’t ever the most subtle. "Just… keep the vulnerability, but pull it back a little. The end note needs to be steady."
A spark of defiance flashed in Luna's eyes as she cocked her head to the side, a sharp retort teetering on the edge of her lips. Yet Nathaniel wasn't just another opinion in the room; she knew, just as everyone else there, that his word mattered more than hers and he could pull her album if he wanted. She’d been bashing heads with Theo, resisting the changes and insisting that her takes were simply more “natural and undisturbed”, and that they should stay that way.
"So you want him back," he sighed as he saw that she was fighting it, “… but you don’t want to come off as harsh. Say it in a lazier tone, a bit more laidback.” Recognition dawned in her eyes, and she gave a curt nod, slipping on her headphones once more in preparation for another take.
The studio hushed into an intense focus as the red light flickered to life once more, marking the commencement of another recording. The final hour ebbed away as they made the last changes to the track. Nathaniel, despite the day's fatigue, tried his best to focus. He swiped open his phone to send a message to Dolan, indicating he was nearing the end of the session. Dolan, his chauffeur, had been arriving late lately. It was not a frequent occurrence, and Nathaniel had just assumed the man needed to run a few personal errands. At times, a residual scent of cigarettes clung to the air inside the car, its sharp tang causing Nathaniel's head to ache, particularly today.
As the session wrapped up, the studio brimmed with a cautious optimism, and Luna's gratitude was palpable. "You really know how to get the best out of me, Nate," she said, her smile warm and appreciative.
"Only because I know you can deliver," he replied with a weak smile. It was the best he could muster; he was just about done hearing that voice for today. As he rose to leave, gathering his belongings, Theo's appreciative clasp on his shoulder caught his attention. "Thanks, Nate. I owe you one," Theo said quietly, knowing all too well Nathaniel's aversion to coddling artists in his spare time. However, with Luna's burgeoning success and her recent sell-out tours, the extra attention seemed warranted.
"Yea…" Nathaniel acknowledged softly. He took his wireless earphones from its case and placed one in his left ear. Pushing the case back in his beige knitted jacket, he began to leave for the evening. He needed to play something in his ear; it was a self-soothing gesture, and he’d do it by playing one song on repeat. He’d probably spend the evening in his studio again, working on one of his pet projects so he could forget the cacophonous tune in the studio.
Dolan always waited for him by the building’s front entrance, a spot usually reserved for Nate and others above him. The staff, familiar with the Mercedes’ plates, made sure it was conveniently stationed near the entryway. Nathaniel descended the steps from the building and made for the car, for which Dolan would normally open for him. It didn’t matter, maybe he’ll ask the man what’s been distracting him lately. He opened the door to the back seat and went in.
OC Nathaniel Heyes
Currently craving a twisted MxM relationship for my OC Nathaniel. (-Currently in progress.-)
He is a 26 years old music executive working under his family's record label. He grew up privileged and entitled, went to UK Royal College of Music for music production.
Looking for: Long-term, Heavy BDSM.
Sometimes close to consent non-consent.
He is a 26 years old music executive working under his family's record label. He grew up privileged and entitled, went to UK Royal College of Music for music production.
Looking for: Long-term, Heavy BDSM.
Sometimes close to consent non-consent.
Kinks and Limitations
*This is me done spamming OC descriptions, and writing out actual limitations, since they do exist. Not all my RPs are ERPs.
(In terms of position I can be a top or bottom. Please do discuss with me ahead of time, it changes many things. My submissive OCs are typically hard to tame. )
Kinks:
- Anal, oral
- Begging
- Dirty talk
- Bondage
- Choking
- Edging
- Spanking
- Voyeurism
- Orgasm denial
- BDSM: Dominant / Sadist leaning
- Rigger, Degrader, pleasure torture
- As A Submissive: responds to teasing, humiliation, pain, overstimulation
- Most others, except the limits below.
Limitations:
- S*xual assault
- Fisting
- Vomiting/Scat/Water
- DDLG/DDLB: No ageplay or babying.
- P*dophilia
- N*crophilia
- Vore
- MPreg
- Amputation/ Modification
- Incest
- Does not prefer: Celebrity, furries, wrestling, anime.
(In terms of position I can be a top or bottom. Please do discuss with me ahead of time, it changes many things. My submissive OCs are typically hard to tame. )
Kinks:
- Anal, oral
- Begging
- Dirty talk
- Bondage
- Choking
- Edging
- Spanking
- Voyeurism
- Orgasm denial
- BDSM: Dominant / Sadist leaning
- Rigger, Degrader, pleasure torture
- As A Submissive: responds to teasing, humiliation, pain, overstimulation
- Most others, except the limits below.
Limitations:
- S*xual assault
- Fisting
- Vomiting/Scat/Water
- DDLG/DDLB: No ageplay or babying.
- P*dophilia
- N*crophilia
- Vore
- MPreg
- Amputation/ Modification
- Incest
- Does not prefer: Celebrity, furries, wrestling, anime.
OC Lucian Marlowe
Age: 147
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Lucian Marlowe, with the outward appearance of a 24-year-old, stands at 6'2" and appears rather a bit lanky and shy. His pale complexion and dark brown hair allow him to blend in to most scenes, of which he is glad. It's hard to tell exactly how old he is, even looking at his olive green eyes. His attire is most often clean and simple, since he doesn't really think about it that much.
Brief background:
Having spent over a century delving into the arcane and the occult, Lucian's backstory is a tapestry of intellectual exploration and supernatural encounters. His transformation into a creature of the night did little to quench his thirst for knowledge. He now busies himself with a plethora of interests and research. He rarely speaks of his early beginnings, even to his closest friends.
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Lucian Marlowe, with the outward appearance of a 24-year-old, stands at 6'2" and appears rather a bit lanky and shy. His pale complexion and dark brown hair allow him to blend in to most scenes, of which he is glad. It's hard to tell exactly how old he is, even looking at his olive green eyes. His attire is most often clean and simple, since he doesn't really think about it that much.
Brief background:
Having spent over a century delving into the arcane and the occult, Lucian's backstory is a tapestry of intellectual exploration and supernatural encounters. His transformation into a creature of the night did little to quench his thirst for knowledge. He now busies himself with a plethora of interests and research. He rarely speaks of his early beginnings, even to his closest friends.