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Cian and Zephyr


(This roleplay is for my friend @Liberalis ❤ Please do not try to comment or reply)

Cian Godfrey had many activities to indulge himself in; cigerrates, sex, alcohol, more cigerrates. It wasn't even for show. Not anymore, anyways. His 'activities' were more like addictions now, and there was one more to add; a much more darker, twisted craving that he could not resist, even when he wanted to: the desire to kill and maim. His temper didn't help either. He liked to believe it wasn't his fault, though. People were just so /annoying/, as if they were begging to be murdered by him.

Simply like this little mongrel, who came and picked a fight with him outside this club he regularly went to. It had started small, of course. The man bumped into him then tried to make him apologize by picking a fight. It was hilarious because in his opinion he was /owed/ an apology himself; so he made himself very clear in the only way he knew. 

"Tch" He clicked his tongue, watching the man whimper on the floor with a smirk on his lips. He was in a rather bad shape. He bent over him. His victim struggled to move away, which was rather difficult when both your legs were broken. A chuckle escaped his lips as he tilted his head, "Now, I believe you owe me an apology" His eyes glitered yellow.

The man chocked, coughing a spurt of blood as a tear rolled down his face. His sadistic smile dropped, resolving to an annoyed expression and he straightened up. "I guess, you're good for nothing anyways"

"P-ple..." The man barely managed to say.

He found himself trying to hold back. That small peek of mercy, trying to fight its way through. In the end, however, the darkness was too strong and he could not fight it; he did not want to. He raised his foot, setting it on his throat, ready to crush it, letting his desperate grasps for life be a derivative rather than hesitance.
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1 | 9 Comments | Aug 16th 2019 04:16

Save me


White walls, porcelain floor, no windows; room looked like a quarter in a madhouse. It's cold temperature was enough to give you a frostbite if you were anywhere near human. In the corner, sat a boy curled up in a ball, quivering with cold; his black leather jacket barely keeping him alive. He had his eyes closed and his face stuffed in his folded arms. Silver cuffs hugged his wrists, followed by long chains attached to the walls.

He was wishing for anything; a hero, a savior, a god. Anyone who could come save him from this hell. He would do anything to just go back to his empty, to see his friends again, even his a**hole of a father or bitch step-mother. He just wanted out. 

Suddenly, the temperature raised and he froze, reluctantly raising his head. He couldn't bring himself to be grateful, though. He knew what it meant. 

/He was here to see him/

"Good evening" The man's sickly sweet voice spoke, "Boy, it's freezing in here. Good thing, you're a dog or might have frozen to death" He grabbed a chair placing it before him. "Right, Elijah?"

Elijah's teeth gritted in anger, but he remained quiet, keeping his eyes trained on the wall next to him. 

The man chuckled, darkly at the lack of response. "I see you've learned to silence yourself" He sighed, "Ah bummer. I really loved to teach you all about manners" 

He bit his dry lip to keep from saying anything stupid. He just wanted to provoke him, so he could hurt him. Elijah didn't understand why he even needed a reason. He was his prisoner. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. 

"I actually have good news to give you" He waited patiently for Elijah to ask him what it was, but the later might have learned to deal with a situationly wisely, he was still his stubborn self; he remained silent despite knowing what he wanted. 

The man's smile fell and he grabbed the younger male's wrist, jerking him forward. Elijah fell ahead, leaning on his three limbs, while when was held painfully in his hand. He reached down to trace his neck and the black band wrapped around it. "Don't forget your place, dog" 

"It's funny" Elijah finally cracked, "How you like to believe I'm the animal here" He knew exactly where to attack to get to the other male. This was something the wolf prided himself in. He may be on his knees, but was not weak and pathetic and he was never allowing this monster the satisfaction. 

He threw the boy on the ground, kicking him in the stomach. An involuntary groan escaped his lips and his hands shakily went to touch the hurt area. His body was stiff and vulnerable due to cold and starvation and the collar surpressing his wolf side. He couldn't bring himself to fight back. He smirked, standing over him. "You're lucky, bastard. I'm in a good mood today" He kneeled next to him, his hand reach down to brush his bangs out of his eyes. Elijah moved his face away. His smirk only widened, "Besides, don't you know how much I care for you, Eli?" 

Traitor tears brimmed in his eyes. He tried to blink them away, but they were already streaming down his face. 

"Aww don't cry now, baby" He said, "You know I never mean to hurt you" 

"F*** you" Elijah snapped. F*** everything. F*** him. F*** his life. Why did he ever allow himself to love such a monster? Was he this blind? How did he not see the hate in his eyes? 

He laughed, "I'll let you have that today. After all, what I'm about to tell you will be a little difficult for you to hear" Leaning back casually on his arms, he eyed the boy on the floor. "You would be happy to know your mother's punishment came to an end today" 

His breathe caught in his throat, his heart stopping. He forced himself to sit up, glaring at him, waiting in anticipation for his next words.

The man smirked, going back to his chair, taking his sweet time to make Elijah suffer. 

"What did they do?" Elijah snapped, when he couldn't take it anymore. 

"What do you think?" He leaned forward, "She gave birth to an abomination then spent seventeed years, running and protecting it and even when she was caught, she continued to beg for its life" He spoke with such hate. "But do you know what was her biggest crime?" 

Elijah didn't care that he was regarding him as an animal or calling his mother a criminal. Only fact he could focus on was he was speaking of her in the 'past tense'. 

"Betraying my father to go be with that dog" He spat out the last word, like it was something loathesome. "Well, she was put out of her misery today. Publicly hanged. Congratulations" 

Elijah stared at him, his grey eyes wide in disbelief. He couldn't bring himself to respond, to fight or yell. He wanted to. There was so much going on in his head. But all he could do was stare at him. She was gone. His mother was gone. The only person to every care for him in the universe was gone and he was alone. Even more than that, there was one question that had kept bugging him for days that he couldn't bring himself to ask.

The man appeared to shift uncomfortably in place. He had not expected that reaction, but again, Elijah always seemed to be so unpredictable. He never knew what to prepare himself for. 

"Why?" Was all he chocked out. 

The man blinked, "What?" 

"Why her?" A tear streamed down his face, "She did not deserve that. Why her? Why didn't you kill me instead? I was her crime, wasn't I? Why am I still alive?"

The wizard looked away from Elijah, as if he knew exactly why, but couldn't bring himself to tell him. This angered him. 

"Answer me!" He screamed. 

Something seemed to snap. Elijah saw the gears turning in his head and the monster he knew was back. He turned to look at him, his eyes blank and his lips in line. 

"Because I'm not done with you yet" And his wicked grin was back in its place. "I am going to destroy you so, so bad, that you will become incapable of ever loving again. Only then will I let you die" 

Elijah couldn't believe his ears. "What have I ever done to you?" His voice shook. He didn't understand. He didn't get what was happening. Why would he want to do that? What had Elijah ever done to him?

The man stood up, settling his coat. "I think, this is enough for today" He started towards the door, stopping right before he left and turned around to have one last look at Elijah. For a second, Elijah thought he saw it. The emotion, he had seen when he had fallen for him, the man who was willing to fight for him and protect him, but then it was gone so was he, leaving him alone to his greif, pain and useless wishing to be resqued once again. However, he had added prayer for his death in it.

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Drake Addams (Female)


NAME
Drake Addams

Basic Information

Preferred Name: Drake

Age: Depends on roleplay

Date of Birth: 1 November

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Titles: Exurite (for supernatural roleplays)

Affiliations: Depends on roleplay

Prior Affiliations: -

Occupation: Depends on roleplay. Default: Fashion Designer

APPEARANCE

FC: Iqra Aziz

Appeared Age: Depends on roleplay

Height: 5’6

Build: Slim, fit

Skin Color: Fair

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Brown

PERSONALITY

Personality description: Drake is often seen as your typical cocky, stuck up, self-absorbed fashion designer, who has things done on her single finger click. She is those things, in fact but they’re just a part of her general personality. On the inside, she is very good, loving and sensitive, the traits which drive her to protect people against powers too great for them. She is very short tempered and hard-headed. Once she has made up her mind about something, there’s no changing it. She is often aggressive and possessive when it comes to people she loves, which results her easily being jealous. She is also childish and ridiculously clueless when it comes to flirting despite being a hopeless romantic, which usually results in shyness and awkwardness around possible love interests/crushes.


Abilities and Powers: For supernatural roleplays: She can harness the power of a power gem called Exyros and can handle dual swords called Vibirus Twins.

Combat skills: She is a very good at combat after training with an old wizard, who taught her how to use her powers.

Equipment:

Real-life roleplays:

Generally, A Ruger Bearcat 22 caliber revolver, which she carries merely to plant an impression on humans.

Supernatural Roleplays:

She has a pendant with a gem called Exyros.

Vibirus Twins.

Other Skills: Excellent dual sword wielding skills. She only uses guns when necessary.

About Exyros: After the owner’s soul syncs with the power the gem they acquire following abilities;

1. Teleportation: They can open portals to anywhere, same dimension or any other. Or simply ‘instant transmit’ themselves.
2. Illusions: They can lunge the victim in a fantasy world, made out of his own desire or fears.
3. Mental Manipulation: They can manipulate the the victim's mind according their requirement. It is a painful process (for the victim), but is convenient to get information.
4. Protection: The owner remains protected together or with the gem. However, spell can be meddled with when not with the owner for longer periods. Supernatural creatures cannot have direct contact with without facing fatal consequences. He cannot be compelled or be a subject to any other supernatural powers the protection spell is strong, unless the spell is broken.
5. The gem prefers to choose a specific person of a specific bloodline, if taken (without the owner's consent) , the thief is condemned to misfortune even after he he returns it.
6. Paralysis: The victim is stripped of all possible physical movements.
7. Locator: The gem can locate any supernatural creature anywhere depending on the information the user has on him.
8. Telekinesis: The user can move the objects with his mind.
9. Flight: The user can fly. The power is associated with Telekinesis.
10. Speech ability with animals.


All the above powers except protection can only be used when wearing the pendant

Likes: Fashion, Romance movies, action movies, video games, fast cars, guns

Dislikes: bullies, annoying people

MISCELLANIOUS

Brief Biography: tba

Friends: tba

Family: tba

Enemies: tba

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Nina and Grace ❤


(This post is for my friend @Complexed. Closed)

Nina Deighton's life is what you describe as chaotic. There is nothing ever normal in her world. From wicked magical twin to the dangerously strong and naive baby sister, she is always in the middle of something. Which is why she cherishes moments like this, when everything wasn't going to hell or if it was she couldn't bring herself to care.

Today, she has decided to be with herself only. She is not going to let anything ruin this day. She smiles feeling the heat of the day lowering as she enters the cafe. It is small and cute; perfect for a calm day to be spent by herself. She makes her way to the counter.

Before she can reach it, she bumps into someone, spilling their coffee. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry" She rushes to apologize, instantly feeling guilty.
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1 | 3 Comments | May 6th 2019 05:34

Reunion


Claire Holden was beautiful with her fair skin and gorgeous green eyes. Her long brown hair fell down her back a few strands were clipped on the side. The easy, careless smile on her red lips. Her everything screamed she was Elijah's mother. 



It scared the living f*** out of him.



"Why should I believe that you are not some maniacal chiseler?" He inquired from his spot on the island instead of being nice to her like a normal person. Secretly, he wanted her to turn out to be a sociopath and try to kill him so he can send her to jail. He will smoke a joint and put this incident behind him.



Her hand that was about to pour a spoonful of coffee in the kettle stopped briefly then continued. Her expression remained unaffected; the calm, easy look that was starting to irritate him. 



"Why do you live by yourself?" She ignored his question. 



Elijah didn't like it. He hated how the question she asked was just the right one. Why did he live by himself so far away from his father in a small apartment in a town full of strangers? His father could pretend all he wanted that he was doing this for Elijah, to keep him safe, to give him life that he deserved, but the truth was obvious. His step-mother couldn't stand him. She made it very clear since the day his father forced him presence on her. 



"Let's assume you, by some messed up miracle of Satan, are my-," the word stuck in his throat like a globe. He gulped, "gave birth to me. Why come find me now?" 



She placed the coffee on the table, pouring him a cup elegantly. She looked at him with a small, gentle smile before sitting down across him. It did something weird to his heart. He did not like it. 



"You are just like your grandfather" She finally said, her eyes sparkling with adoration, "As outspoken and brave"



"Is that why you're here?" His tone sharp and bitter, "To bond over family tree?" 



She tilted her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips, "Oh dear" she shook her head as if recalling a fond memory. 



Elijah waited for her to stop laughing, crossing his arms and glaring at him. He didn't touch his cup. She picked up her cup, still chuckling, and sipped. When she placed it down, her smile had dimmed and tears were starting to brim in her eyes. "You are so beautiful" She looked up at him, a tear slowly emerging and escaping her eye. "So much more than I ever imagined you to turn out"



She was making him uncomfortable. Elijah had no idea how to react to that. Feelings and emotions weren't his thing. He didn't do fluff. Where was Esa when he needed him? He absolutely loathed the way his heart was breaking at this sight, the way he wanted to hug her and tell her everything was alright. He stayed glued to his seat. 



She sniffled, "I'm sorry" she licked her lips, looking down at. A blush coated her pale cheeks and nose, just like it did with Elijah. "I did not mean to get so emotional" She looked back at him, the same adoring, loving look in her eyes. "It's just looking at you, just sitting there" She gestured towards him, "in front of me. Physically. It is so...so overwhelming" 



Elijah just blinked at her. "Physically?"



"I saw you on TV" She clarified, "That role that you played of 'Rhodey' in that show about skaters" 



It was a nerdy, prude role of a loser. It was completely opposite of who Elijah was. He had hated it, but it earned him a lot of fame and love from his fans, so he isn't complaining. 



"I've seen all your shows actually. I've bought every Vogue and Vanity Fair Issue, hoping to getting to see you" 



For some reason, Elijah felt like he wanted to cry. He had no idea, why he felt so overwhelmed and weak. What was wrong with him? He gulped the ball of tears hurdling in his throat.  "Why?" He chocked out. Why would anyone want that? Why would /she/ want that? A woman he had never met. Hell, his so called family didn't give two sh*ts about him. They barely bothered to talk to him, let alone go through the effort she did. 



Her eyes fill with sympathy and sorrow at his question, immediately understanding his feelings. She got up, pushing the chair away. Elijah didn't look up at her. He had his eyes set on the coffee cup. 



He felt her walk towards him and kneeling next to him. "Elijah" She placed a hand on the side of his face, forcing him to look at her. He did. She had a sincere smile on her face. The smile which was not as annoying anymore. She took his hands, locking her eyes on his, so he knew how much she meant what she was about to say. "Because I am your mother and I love you. More than /anything/ in the world" She placed a tender kiss on his hands, then slolwy leaned up, wrapping her arms around him. "You are that matters to me. My everything" 



Elijah let her hug him. He didn't even care about the tears that were starting to stream down his face. All he felt was the warmth of her arms around her, her cherry blossom smell and the butterfly kisses she kept placing on his shoulder. 



Maybe, he wasn't as alone in the world. 

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1 | 4 Comments | May 5th 2019 11:02