Modern Day, Beauty and the Beast
◇ A tale as old as time. Wrapped in forbidden romance, secret relationships… intense intimacy. Beauty lives in a small town where just about everyone knows everyone. She's a bright, young lady… maybe not the most popular, perhaps a little quirky, gives the good girl vibes. She's used to turning down offers from the local “Gaston” who has a hard time taking no for an answer and, usually, has it easy with the local ladies. Beauty's world is drastically changed when a monster, a Beast from a different world drops into hers. A secret relationship is formed between the two, not wanting the people of her world to discover there's a beast in the neighborhood. Friends and family may notice ms Beauty's changes in demeanor… the glow of a woman who met someone, avoiding certain questions and flaking out on dates. Even “Gaston” notices she's even less interested than usual – almost as though he's invisible. How long can she hold onto her secret romance? Will she tell a close friend? Will that friend be able to keep a secret? What happens when the jealous “Gaston” finds out?

The Unlikely Savior
◇ Settings and details may be similar to the Beauty and the Beast setup with a different twist. Our Beauty is put in a compromising and dark situation. One in which a man, or men, try to take advantage of her. It could be on her way home from work or leaving earlier after a girls night out when she's surrounded by a couple of bad men, ready to take their piece of our Beauty's slice when her fated Beast comes to put a stop to the evil. It will be dark, it will be bloody, it will be violent. On the other hand, our Beauty may be chased home and stumbles upon the local haunted building where she hides, taking refuge from her pursuers… only to discover she's stumbled upon the dwelling of a Beast.

An Affair with the House Pet.
◇ Mrs. Soandso has been married to her husband for quite some time. It's not a terrible marriage, he isn't abusive or necessarily mean… doesn't have any gambling problems, isn't in anyone's debt. But he's also not that exciting -- in fact, he's incredibly boring and mundane. He doesn't touch his wife how she wants to be touched, doesn't love her the way she wants to be loved… there's something very lacking about their intimacy. And with his lack of interest in having any children, his wife has to find another means to fulfill those maternal instincts. She stumbles upon what appears to be a housecat with a rather exotic coat and a stature to rival a Maine Coon and takes him home, unable to resist the purrs, loving headbutts and markings she'd never seen before. Hubby isn't too thrilled about it but if it keeps her from reminding him about her womanly clock, he doesn't mind. One day, when he's away, whether gone off to work or flown out of state on a new business deal, the housecat reveals what he really is, to the misses. A big boy… a biiiiig boy, capable of the affection she's been denied, the overwhelming and fulfilling pleasure she's never experienced, excitement that's out of this world and a promise placed within her belly. How will she keep this affair secret from her husband? Does she share such details with the neighboring housewives? What happens when she no longer finds attraction toward her husband and can't bring herself to lay with him?

The CamGirl’s New Toy
◇ Gloria has gained such a reputation through her live webcam videos and is loving it. She can't help it that guys like watching her game without her clothes on, doesn't mind letting them watch her put on a naked chef show and doesn't stop them from sending gifts to her P.O box to fit into her other box. They're usually fantasy toys and while, at first, it felt strange… she's come to rather enjoy the collection she amassed. During one of the live shows, one viewer remarks that he sent her a toy but isn't sure when it will arrive. Of course, he meant an actual toy and not just any – a toy she mentioned wanting to get for herself. Except, what arrives is not what was ordered, leaving hundreds of viewers to sit with mixed feelings and watch as their favourite model is ruined to the touch of human men.

The Witch and her Familiar
◇ Another plot loosely based around the concept of a Modern day, Beauty and the Beast. In this rendition, our Beauty isn't just the local devourer of books… she's a witch, or fairy, trying to keep her secret in check so that humans don't trouble her. Slowly, she's learning what she can and can't do with her gifts, practicing with small tricks and spells, browsing through supposed books of magic and incantations? However, such a life is lonely… anxious and reserved to the prospect of finding a lover for fear he may not be as accepting of her gifts. Or worse, he may tell others and kickstart a whirlwind of a witch hunt. Instead, she came across an incantation, one that's said to summon a feline to be her familiar. Whether she misunderstood the incantation or read something incorrectly, what she ends up with is not the little tabby she was hoping for but the 8’4” beast now stuck in her home and world.

•°• Please keep in mind, none of these stories are set in stone. I'm willing to brainstorm and discuss the plots, elaborate on or change things around until we settle on something that works for the both of us. If you have story ideas or setups, I would be open to reading them as well. There's a likelihood I may have other ideas that I haven't posted, but the general themes are human x fur, forbidden/secret romance.

I really hate doing RULES sections and pages. It adds such a snobby context to something that should be fun but then I find some things need to be addressed. For starters, I'm a very friendly player... very friendly. Very easy to get along with. But I don't tolerate foolishness very well.

1. NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS/LOLITAS. I don't care if she's 48 and never blossomed... if your character is under the age of 18 or bares an appearance to make it seem as though she's underage, I have no interest in you.

2. NO FEEDBACK, NO PROGRESS. I get that we don't always have a concrete and solid idea in mind when we approach others and I don't expect people to have ideas ready to be dished out every time I'm approached. However, giving me short answers in hopes I pull together ideas for you isn't going to work... I'll find someone who can express themselves. Don't be offended by this, please. To me, this simply illustrates interest and the creativity that'll be needed to make our story fun. Open-ended responses like "I'm cool with whatever" doesn't help narrow things down.

3. NO PASSWORDS. I understand why folks feel the need to have these but I'm also defiant and this is a HUGE buzzkill. As someone whose roleplay profiles consist of plenty of information, I'm most certainly the type to read up anything and everything on another character I'm interested in, whether or not there's a "password". When I see a decently written profile and hint of character followed by a "message me saying this so I know you're reading" I sigh and immediately X out of the window. It's not owed to anyone to provide a password. Cut it out.

4. NO SHORT POSTS. Give me something to sink my proverbial teeth into. A paragraph is 4-5 sentences. I assume we're all adults and have, at some point or another in our lives, had to write more than 2 paragraphs in one sitting. Two to three paragraphs is lightwork. Condensing posts isn't how you progress a roleplay scene faster... it's how roleplay becomes cybering and I came to read and write.

5. NO ATTITUDES. The vast majority of users on this site are using pictures taken from celebrities and models or else art they've stolen. Women picking a model whose curves and features are to their likeness, dudes gathering pictures of dudes they're pretending to be for the sake of RP. Just because you picked a pretty model does not mean that model is YOU, nor does that stolen picture give anyone any entitlement. You're not better than the next roleplayer. Judge my art, my preference in character... judge whateeeeever ya like. Your false images and poor judgment won't ever stack up to my drawn, original character or that of other roleplayers like myself.

6. NO HIDDEN PACKAGES. Not interested in men, shemales, hermaphrodites, girlie boys, traps, androgyny, nonbinary, transgender, etc. My character has no romantic or sexual interest in a character that isn't born female. In addition to that, if you're playing a female and aren't female irl, please don't tell me. It throws my interest off to know I'm helping some guy get off.

7. NO RUSH. I will never ever rush my roleplay partner for a post. My posts may take anywhere from 5 minutes to half an hour. Sometimes more depending on my interest level and if I get carried away with description. I also proof read, check spelling, punctuation and all that jazz before sending. Take your time.

8. NO BUZZKILLS. Let's make this fun, dammit!

Magical Science Shop & Lounge-Jungle Penthouse
7115 Newton Ln, Metropolis. The Tomorrow District.

Located at the southeast corner of the block, there is only one entrance leading directly to the penthouse floor. The entrance of the building, grandly decorated by a garden patch and fountain before approaching the eight, golden gilded, glass doors. At each end of six, automatically opening doors leading to the vestibule and front desk were turn-style doors with a circumference wide enough for two people to come in and two out at a time. Every so often, a person would step through the turn-style on the far left and instead of proceeding to the front desk and corridor of elevators just beyond, would step out onto a hallway at the topmost floor of the building. Red and gold marble tiled the floor and walls in sixteen by sixteen inch slabs, golden moldings ran along the ceilings edge where it met the wall.
Along the hallway were a series of doorways and a corner corridor that proceeded with more doors. Instead of other apartments or condos, however, these were gateways to different worlds, universes, realms, times. The more connections made to the hallway, the longer it grew. One didn't have to look too far, once stepping out of the turn-style, however, to find the Magical Science Shop. Its two-door entrance was often open twenty-four-seven, even when its owner was away. Through enchantments, wards and a frighteningly dangerous Cali-Bow Meow, LeTania, passing as a house cat, that had a way of swindling customers for more money than her owner would've. Turtle Dive thrived with and without, offering him the opportunity to take care of in-the-field work.

The first room was a long, spacious room sectioned off by trellises thick in vines and flower, bookshelves filled with spell books, scriptures, ancient and foreign texts from different worlds and more. From the tiled floor, closest to the walls, grass and flowers sprung up growing denser as they wrapped around the sand garden's edge, just in his vestibule. A stone statue sat at the center of it, carved into a female figure reaching toward a branch that grew out from a wall. Nor was it the only one. Most were decorated in white and light pink petals, drizzling the floor with what would become great top soil for what was growing through tiles.
Once past the vestibule, one could spot a pair of armories sat off in opened, walk-in closets. Sat around them, mounted to the walls inside and out of these pockets were monitors recording, tracking, reporting different things both for the gear in their respective areas and the last place the gear had been for a mission. Unauthorized access attempts would lead to an alert in the penthouse, pinging its owner who was likely to find LeTania cornering the violator until he was home to take care of the rest. Nor was she afraid to attack, maul and kill the person if needed.

While no one had access to his armories, the bookshelves were open for viewing with benches, tables and desks to sit at. A small tv, mounted on a wall to watch, just beside an aquarium tank. Small speakers sat throughout the room, hidden under tables or used as book ends, mounted to a wall and one beside a potted palm. Most often he played various lofi tunes and channels although it wasn't unlikely to hear Hip Hop, R & B, Reggae or SoCa. The last two being the most common genres to the type of music played in Sufokia.

That's what Turtle Dive was! Or at least, that was his original intentions for it; to build a bridge that connected him back to his world. Extending his trade channel and finding a way home. Inadvertently, he created a nexus point and neutral zone resting stop for those of the beyond. Not just spiritually-inclined humans but more; witches, warlocks, anthromorphs/beastimorphs, aliens, demons, "devils", angels, "gods". To the heroes and villains who heard of and know about Turtle Dive, it was the Switzerland of Metropolis, not unlike the Oblivion Bar.

Farther past the book shelves and at the end of the seating area that proceeded his vestibule, four short steps led up toward another pair of trellis dividers that sectioned off a weight room. Across the back wall of the weight room, along with a chalk board, set of katanas and tanto and a world map were a series of posters. Office humor from the dirty birdie fellas in the Hall of Doom who made calendar girl pin-up pictures of the different superheroines. Zatanna, Donna Troy, Carrol Ferris, Wonder Woman, even Bombshell Wonder Woman... yet at the very top were Catwoman and Starfire. Harley was up there as well but her thing with The Joker turned his stomach. Yes, everyone knew about it.

A workout bench, two punching bags, one wooden, sparring post... there were free weights, dumbbells, bars and a short sink that managed to fit into the space. Enough space for three of the big Ecaflip to workout without bumping shoulders or rubbing elbows with one another. On the other side of a trellis divider, past a grandfather clock stood at the end of said divider, was the short corridor to the actual science shop. The doorway, the ceiling through the corridor and behind hung with vines and flowers which he always found as a cleansing of his soul to pass beneath. Refreshing, recentering as one crossed the threshold of vines hanging from the ceiling, branches coming from the walls and grass from the floor and into the real jungle.
Vines hung lower, some gnarled and thick that grew upward in curves and curls. More branches grew out from ceilings and walls as one stepped into the loft space of his penthouse. Upstairs, a kitchen and dining area large enough for a family reunion. Downstairs were two more armories, his master bedroom and bathroom. The main floor, however, was all sorts of a delight.

Off to the left when one stepped out of the corridor sat a circular, stone fountain that appeared to have been frozen over. Instead of icicles as splashes, a series of shark sculptures decorated the fountain from the top spring down to the bottom, outer rim. And in replacement of what should've been a frozen splash out of the topmost spring grew a tree stopping short of four feet from the top of said spring. Along the edge of the fountain sat a pair of Grecian-styled benches that were recommended by a certain Goddess. The harp in from of one of them recommended by another.
Along the ceiling of the loft's central floor hung bird perches in various spots. All so that they didn't conflict with the lighting and weren't too close to fixtures. A raven and a macaw change perches throughout the day, depending on where the natural lighting shone in from the set of three-story windows, looking out over south Metropolis and the canal that separated it from the north.

One would find more book shelves, more tables and desks in this space. A couple of tubs and small vats which clients paid to use for their crafts, so long as nothing destructive happened to his home. Shelves in this room consisted of much more than just books, however. Some were grimoires, all sat far apart from one another, some shelves contain vials, jars and bottles of materials, substances, melted ores and metals... spirits. A golden tea kettle, or lamp, sat on a lower shelf, slowly wafting different colours of smoke from its spout; its top sat off just to the side. On another shelf sat a skull what swivel, turned and moved to face the direction of the last person who touched it, no matter where in the world or across the stars they went. Oddities, oddities galore did he do business in. It was nothing new to him before he setup shop in Metro', some of his items even coming from his home world and having decided, after long debates with himself, they were worth being rid of.

Welcome. Welcome to Turtle Dive.

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For more images, see the Turtle Dive tab in BaZil's f-list page.
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「S P E C I E S」 Cheshire cat
「H E I G H T」 8-foot-4
「W E I G H T」 5hundred15 pounds
「P H Y S I Q U E」 Husky-Muscle
「E Y E S」 Golden-Beige
「H A I R D O」 Naturally Curly and dense. Kept in a proud mohawk of curls.

「N A M E」 Tahjir BaZil
「O R」 T, BaZ, BaZil
「G E N D E R」 All Male
「F R O M」 Fiery Walk, Sufokia
「A G E」 33-37
「S W I N G」de Womenz

「S C E N T」 Mahogany-Teakwood and Cinnamon.
「P I E R C I N G S」 Ring in each Nipple.
「T A T T O O S」 Face.
• Three red diamonds under each eye.
• One red diamond over each brow.
• One red diamond beneath his bottom lip.
• A red heart at the end of the bridge of his nose.
• A red clover-paw sat at the center of his forehead.

Front Torso.
• A band of red diamonds going across the back of his shoulders from trap to trap.
• A red heart upon his pelvis with a red diamond at the center of the heart, a red diamond upon each side and "S L U T" across the heart.

Right Arm.
• Diamond made out of floral and hearts patterns upon the back of hand.
• A band of red diamonds wrapping around his right bicep and tricep.
• The 6-dot face of a die one the first phalange of his right index finger.

Left Arm.
• Black Clover emblem, made out of floral patterns, upon back of hand.

Back
• None Yet

Anywhere else
• Search and find.

「S C A R S」 None.
「9 T O 5」 Owner of the Turtle Dive: Magical Science, Indoor Jungle. Big Gun for Hire. Broker of information.

「L I K E S」 Gambling at the Astrub Inn with Belle ve Dear, the Pandawa. Sufokian Nightlife at Unna Bridge and Fiery Walk. Spontaneous jam sessions while sitting around Astrub Zaap. King Shark's people; The Nineth Tride. Collecting Artifacts. Missions to Themyscira. Gardening. Cooking. Very long, hot showers. The use of cannoli cream in different pastries.
「D I S L I K E S」 Drinking with Belle ve Dear. Anything Bontarian. Missions to Chillberg or any other cold climates. Kryptonians. Having to deal with Amanda Waller in any form short of killing her. Atlantean disregard for the Nineth Tride. Food in Gotham. Laziness. Poor Hygiene. Car alarms. Ouginaks.
「W E A K N E S S」 Tanned skin, hazel eyes**... long, curly hair. Afros**. Red heads + Freckles/Body freckles. English Accents. Southern Belle accents. Highly critical of himself. Seeing strong, hardened men shed honest tears. Over confidence. Can be a magnet for Trouble. Can be a little naive, or ignorant, about modern technology.
「J A M S」 Sufokian Vibes and flutes. Amaknan Tuba. Brakmarian Bass and Guitar. Hip Hop. R&B. Soca. Reggae. Deep House. Metal. Lofi. Trap Bass. P**sy-Eatin' Music.
「F O O D」 Gutted Plaza fish fries and ales. Amaknan breads, cakes, pies and pastries. Sheeda's Den takeout. Big Belly Burger. CC Jitters' donuts. Homecooking. West Indian cuisine. Italian cuisine. Loves zucchinis, eggplant, honeydew, avocados, sugar cane and most nuts, save for peanuts that aren't honey roasted.

「P E T S」 Tanya; Cali-Bow Meow. Isis; All black Bow Meow. Bedford; Orange striped Bow Meow. Frank; Flamingo. Grace; Raven. Jingles; Macaw. Keeps a nursery of Starros.
「V E H I C L E」 A pair of Skimming Discs.
「B A D H A B I T S」 Sucks his teeth very often. Is rougher than he means to be. Smoker. Public wedgie picker. Public ball scratcher. Public Milf Breeder. Leaving Toilet Seats Up. Falling asleep in the shower. Falling asleep with it inside. Leaving his scent on just about everything he touches. Bites. Hard.
「F E A R S」 Personal.

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This is not a character for anyone who isn't mature. If smvt and er*t*ca are the first things that come to your mind when you read "mature", then mature you are not. That said, while I'm a friendly person, I will not be throwing this character at every stretch of legs on this site. The majority of you cannot handle a character like this nor am I interested in playing him in dubious encounters.

For more pictures and information on the character, look up T BaZil on f-list