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† Leandro Cucinotta †
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♔ BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Leandro Cucinotta
Alias: The hot researcher
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Nationality: Italian
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Role: Dominant
D.O.B: 2nd August
Mental disorder: Antisocial Personality Disorder
Species: Human
Occupation: Neuropsychologist [currently, full-time] University lectures [currently, part-time]
Languages known: English, Italian
Virgin: No
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♔ APPEARANCE♔
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Body Shape:: Tall and muscular with broad shoulders
Skin color: Fair
Hair color: Black w/ white streak
Eye color: Grey
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190
Tattoos: Occult tattoos along left arm, dragon on right
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♔ PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Plenty of people have a lot to say about Leandro Cucinotta, but the fact that he's insensitive and unapproachable is just the tip of the iceberg. However, regardless of his aloof personality, people still try their luck with him. They are only disappointed when they realize he was never interested in them romantically, tossing them to the side after he is done with them.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Fears: N/A
Likes:
- reading in solitude
- scotch
- mind-games
- sex
- philosophy
- neuroscience
Dislikes:
- people pleasers
- naivety
- optimism
Good traits:
- organized
- calm
- good judge of character
- observant
- quiet
Bad traits:
- blunt
- aloof
- sadistic
- arrogant
- possessive [only after he has fallen]
- cynical
- heartless
Kinks:
- dirty talking
- teasing
- edging
- humiliation
- degradation
- sadism
- amaurophilia (scratching)
- orgasm denial
- daddy kink
- spanking
- choking
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♔ BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Life was meaningless. A void filled of anguish and pain. The glass was not half full, it was not half empty; it wasn’t there to begin with. Leandro was a strange kid. At a very young age, he had a very nihilistic approach to life. Everything was baseless, only constructed by man to reach their own personal actualizations. Things like love, religion and happiness made no sense to him. He only understood anger, pain, and suffering. Leandro wasn’t a people’s person of course. Even with his cold temperament, his looks made up for it. He developed some ‘friendships’ over the years, but nonetheless he didn’t mind being alone. It was in those quiet times, he could reflect, thinking about why he was alive and why the world was the way it was. He had no interests and his mother was always concerned for his well-being. She had done everything in her power to leave Italy, bringing him to America so he could have a normal life, away from his father. She tried her hardest, raising him so he would not turn out like him and could eventually find his potential. Yet, her son was motivated by not. He was so much like that man. Where had she gone wrong? She was always the affectionate type — soft-spoken and empathetic. She made sure he got everything that he ever wanted. They weren’t rich, but they had a sustained life. She was a nurse and he could see the burn-out from her working such long shifts. It made him wonder why she even wanted to help people. She would always smile at him and say, ‘it makes me happy.’ He never understood.
Although she was a loving mother, she still couldn’t be in his life as often as she wanted because of her schedule. At 16 he spent his days after school by himself in an empty house. However, she would always leave him breakfast on the counter on mornings with a little cute note telling him to have a wonderful day and how much she loved him. One day it all changed. He was walking home when his neighbor fell down from a ladder, cracking his skull on the concrete. He would never forget the vivid images of the blood flowing across the concrete as his mother rushed to the man’s aid. He stood frozen, his heart beating fast, gripping his bag strap as the man convulsed from the impact and was rushed to the hospital for immediate surgery. He survived but was never the same again. A man who was once quiet and kind became an abusive, obnoxious man. Leandro would watch how the man would abuse his wife, tilting his head in bewilderment from their loud screaming matches. The neighbor however died 7 years after the incident from a hemorrhage. Something had finally peaked his interest.
Leandro started bringing home textbooks from the library, studying about the brain and what it could do. His mother was happy, loving that her son was interested in something at last…. but his obsession reached long lengths when he started hurting animals. Birds, cats, and dogs. He didn’t feel any empathy for them. He wanted to know how each part of the brain really worked, not only by reading it but by seeing it himself. He would never forget the look of terror on his mother’s face, grabbing the bloody rock from his hands and crying at the poor cat he had beaten. Besides being forced to go to therapy by his mother for his lack of empathy, he went on to major in psychology. He got his PhD in neuropsychology at 29 and finished his internship at 31. He was never interested in the clinical aspect. He preferred being in the laboratories, discovering more about such a complex part of the body and publishing his journals on his findings. He made quite a name for himself as a researcher, medically and in other ways. He was always known as the very hot and intelligent researcher, being published online in a few articles, and going to some interviews on television. Because of how specialized he was in the field; he had been asked by the university to brief the students on his findings. He wasn’t exactly a professor; he just had a bit of an affiliation with the university. He only wanted to go there to gather information for his research but he was getting paid anyways so why not? There would always be a small sum of professors, usually women who would go to his lectures. The man was dropping dead gorgeous and a genius, who would want to miss out on that?
The only person in his life who saw the small amounts of kindness he possessed was his mother. She indeed made an impact on him in some way. He would bring her flowers, tuck her in and speak to her in her hospital bed. She had gotten old and was too weak to take care of herself. Although those three words of affection never left his mouth, she knew that he did love her and that there was some light to this brooding man she called her son. She passed away peacefully in her sleep and he would always bring flowers to her grave whenever he got the chance, he never forgets. To this day, he has never met or known about his father. He doesn’t care to know. He allowed his mother to carry whatever harsh memories of that man to her grave. Although he would never admit it, the death took him hard. He believed that the world was too corrupted for such a pure soul. His nihilistic approach to life had halted a bit, believing that maybe there was a purpose to it all. He met his ex-wife when he was 33. She was sweet, caring and all the light. However, the marriage didn’t work. She said he was heartless, never said he loved her and he would forever be alone. She was just too blind to see his actions. He accepted her wishes but after the whirlwind of that relationship, he became desensitized to things like love and affection, gradually pulling him back into his nihilism.
If you wanted to be f***ed, to feel physical pleasure and pain, then he was the perfect guy for you. However, if you were looking for things like romance in him, then you would be extremely disappointed. He would never bother to show that soft side in him to anyone else after what happened with his marriage. Maybe if she were patient enough to work with him, she could have discovered more within his cold heart, but she was impatient. He turned to hate anyone who were overly optimistic and unctuous — anyone who resembled that woman. He already knew he did not align with those type of people. He could never understand how they could be so optimistic in such a disgusting and meaningless world.
† Meant for romance, gore, crime, psychological and action roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=np02phdwrwk
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♔ QUOTES ♔
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"....You stopped me for this?"
"If you want to be f***ed just say so...if not get out of my way."
"Love? You mean the chemical that makes humans
irrational mammals? I've heard of it but no, I don't feel it for you.
I f*** you when it benefits me and when you simply can't satisfy
yourself. That's all it is, nothing less and nothing more"
"I never knew what the meaning of life was, so it
baffles me why I think you're a waste of it.
A waste of mass, oxygen and energy."
"I'm a neuropsychologist, not your therapist and surely
not your lover. I don't care about what
happens in your life."
"Why I became a neuropsychologist? The next best
thing was serial killer. Not really my thing."
"You want a divorce?...Okay."
♔ BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Leandro Cucinotta
Alias: The hot researcher
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Nationality: Italian
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Role: Dominant
D.O.B: 2nd August
Mental disorder: Antisocial Personality Disorder
Species: Human
Occupation: Neuropsychologist [currently, full-time] University lectures [currently, part-time]
Languages known: English, Italian
Virgin: No
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♔ APPEARANCE♔
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Body Shape:: Tall and muscular with broad shoulders
Skin color: Fair
Hair color: Black w/ white streak
Eye color: Grey
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190
Tattoos: Occult tattoos along left arm, dragon on right
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♔ PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Plenty of people have a lot to say about Leandro Cucinotta, but the fact that he's insensitive and unapproachable is just the tip of the iceberg. However, regardless of his aloof personality, people still try their luck with him. They are only disappointed when they realize he was never interested in them romantically, tossing them to the side after he is done with them.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Fears: N/A
Likes:
- reading in solitude
- scotch
- mind-games
- sex
- philosophy
- neuroscience
Dislikes:
- people pleasers
- naivety
- optimism
Good traits:
- organized
- calm
- good judge of character
- observant
- quiet
Bad traits:
- blunt
- aloof
- sadistic
- arrogant
- possessive [only after he has fallen]
- cynical
- heartless
Kinks:
- dirty talking
- teasing
- edging
- humiliation
- degradation
- sadism
- amaurophilia (scratching)
- orgasm denial
- daddy kink
- spanking
- choking
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♔ BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Life was meaningless. A void filled of anguish and pain. The glass was not half full, it was not half empty; it wasn’t there to begin with. Leandro was a strange kid. At a very young age, he had a very nihilistic approach to life. Everything was baseless, only constructed by man to reach their own personal actualizations. Things like love, religion and happiness made no sense to him. He only understood anger, pain, and suffering. Leandro wasn’t a people’s person of course. Even with his cold temperament, his looks made up for it. He developed some ‘friendships’ over the years, but nonetheless he didn’t mind being alone. It was in those quiet times, he could reflect, thinking about why he was alive and why the world was the way it was. He had no interests and his mother was always concerned for his well-being. She had done everything in her power to leave Italy, bringing him to America so he could have a normal life, away from his father. She tried her hardest, raising him so he would not turn out like him and could eventually find his potential. Yet, her son was motivated by not. He was so much like that man. Where had she gone wrong? She was always the affectionate type — soft-spoken and empathetic. She made sure he got everything that he ever wanted. They weren’t rich, but they had a sustained life. She was a nurse and he could see the burn-out from her working such long shifts. It made him wonder why she even wanted to help people. She would always smile at him and say, ‘it makes me happy.’ He never understood.
Although she was a loving mother, she still couldn’t be in his life as often as she wanted because of her schedule. At 16 he spent his days after school by himself in an empty house. However, she would always leave him breakfast on the counter on mornings with a little cute note telling him to have a wonderful day and how much she loved him. One day it all changed. He was walking home when his neighbor fell down from a ladder, cracking his skull on the concrete. He would never forget the vivid images of the blood flowing across the concrete as his mother rushed to the man’s aid. He stood frozen, his heart beating fast, gripping his bag strap as the man convulsed from the impact and was rushed to the hospital for immediate surgery. He survived but was never the same again. A man who was once quiet and kind became an abusive, obnoxious man. Leandro would watch how the man would abuse his wife, tilting his head in bewilderment from their loud screaming matches. The neighbor however died 7 years after the incident from a hemorrhage. Something had finally peaked his interest.
Leandro started bringing home textbooks from the library, studying about the brain and what it could do. His mother was happy, loving that her son was interested in something at last…. but his obsession reached long lengths when he started hurting animals. Birds, cats, and dogs. He didn’t feel any empathy for them. He wanted to know how each part of the brain really worked, not only by reading it but by seeing it himself. He would never forget the look of terror on his mother’s face, grabbing the bloody rock from his hands and crying at the poor cat he had beaten. Besides being forced to go to therapy by his mother for his lack of empathy, he went on to major in psychology. He got his PhD in neuropsychology at 29 and finished his internship at 31. He was never interested in the clinical aspect. He preferred being in the laboratories, discovering more about such a complex part of the body and publishing his journals on his findings. He made quite a name for himself as a researcher, medically and in other ways. He was always known as the very hot and intelligent researcher, being published online in a few articles, and going to some interviews on television. Because of how specialized he was in the field; he had been asked by the university to brief the students on his findings. He wasn’t exactly a professor; he just had a bit of an affiliation with the university. He only wanted to go there to gather information for his research but he was getting paid anyways so why not? There would always be a small sum of professors, usually women who would go to his lectures. The man was dropping dead gorgeous and a genius, who would want to miss out on that?
The only person in his life who saw the small amounts of kindness he possessed was his mother. She indeed made an impact on him in some way. He would bring her flowers, tuck her in and speak to her in her hospital bed. She had gotten old and was too weak to take care of herself. Although those three words of affection never left his mouth, she knew that he did love her and that there was some light to this brooding man she called her son. She passed away peacefully in her sleep and he would always bring flowers to her grave whenever he got the chance, he never forgets. To this day, he has never met or known about his father. He doesn’t care to know. He allowed his mother to carry whatever harsh memories of that man to her grave. Although he would never admit it, the death took him hard. He believed that the world was too corrupted for such a pure soul. His nihilistic approach to life had halted a bit, believing that maybe there was a purpose to it all. He met his ex-wife when he was 33. She was sweet, caring and all the light. However, the marriage didn’t work. She said he was heartless, never said he loved her and he would forever be alone. She was just too blind to see his actions. He accepted her wishes but after the whirlwind of that relationship, he became desensitized to things like love and affection, gradually pulling him back into his nihilism.
If you wanted to be f***ed, to feel physical pleasure and pain, then he was the perfect guy for you. However, if you were looking for things like romance in him, then you would be extremely disappointed. He would never bother to show that soft side in him to anyone else after what happened with his marriage. Maybe if she were patient enough to work with him, she could have discovered more within his cold heart, but she was impatient. He turned to hate anyone who were overly optimistic and unctuous — anyone who resembled that woman. He already knew he did not align with those type of people. He could never understand how they could be so optimistic in such a disgusting and meaningless world.
† Meant for romance, gore, crime, psychological and action roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=np02phdwrwk
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♔ QUOTES ♔
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"....You stopped me for this?"
"If you want to be f***ed just say so...if not get out of my way."
"Love? You mean the chemical that makes humans
irrational mammals? I've heard of it but no, I don't feel it for you.
I f*** you when it benefits me and when you simply can't satisfy
yourself. That's all it is, nothing less and nothing more"
"I never knew what the meaning of life was, so it
baffles me why I think you're a waste of it.
A waste of mass, oxygen and energy."
"I'm a neuropsychologist, not your therapist and surely
not your lover. I don't care about what
happens in your life."
"Why I became a neuropsychologist? The next best
thing was serial killer. Not really my thing."
"You want a divorce?...Okay."
† Krikath Wysabanise †
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BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Krikath Wysabanise
Nicknames: Kath [she will get mad if you call her by her full name]
Alias: Baphomet's child, Black Phillip, The boss, Old lady
Age: 49
Gender: Female
Nationality: Ireland
Orientation: Lesbian
Role: Dominant [When intimate, Kath prefers not to be touched and finds enjoyment in fulfilling her partner's needs instead of her own. After some character development and trust, she may allow her partner to touch her]
Mental Disorder: Intermittent explosive disorder
Species: Human mixed with elf and goat
Occupation: Tavern owner
Languages Known: English
Virgin: No
Noticeable features: Long goat horns on her skull. Elf ears. Androgynous. Huge scars on face and chest as seen in picture. Her entire posture reeks intimidation.
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Skin color: Pale
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Braided to the side or worn down
Eye color: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Tattoos: None
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Kath has a horrible temperament. She is always cursing and making a scene. She wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight and well, she has the muscle to pack a punch. People are quickly intimidated by the scars on her face and attitude. She has a high-sex drive due to her goat side, but is scared of commitment because she knows there's no one who would want to stay with her, so she sticks to one night stands.
Alignment: Chaotic good
Fears: priests, scaring someone she actually loves away, the dark
Likes:
- Root beer,
- her regulars,
- one night stands,
- a good nights sleep,
- tree bark
Dislikes:
- Her anger,
- reliving her past,
- mud,
- the rain,
- perforate St John's-wort,
- bullies
Good Traits:
- She has a good heart underneath it all. She wouldn't hesitate to give free food to the homeless or needy if they ever happen to stumble into her tavern
- She becomes flustered when it comes to intimacy or is complimented. However, she is a gentle lover when not going through one of her episodes.
- She has a sense of justice and hates to see others treated unfairly
- She's the type to curse you for not taking good care of yourself when she doesn't do the same for herself sometimes
- loyal
Bad Traits:
- Becoming extremely angry at a scenario or person that does not warrant it
- yelling or screaming at others,
- Inability to control anger
- starting intense arguments,
- throwing temper tantrums when upset,
- making violent threats,
- punching walls or breaking furniture,
- damaging property,
- starting physical fights and assaulting people that make her mad
Kinks:
- Vanilla
- Choking,
- MMLG,
- degradation,
- amaurophilia,
- orgasm denial,
- teasing,
- edging,
- strap on
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Krikath was not an expected child. In a world where mythical creatures roam freely, it was still confusing to her human parents as to why she was born the way she was. They constantly argued, her father believing her mother had cheated on him with an elf of some sorts which she constantly denied. They even went as far as carrying her to get exorcised as they strongly believed she was possessed with the deity of Baphomet. The priests would deny exorcising the poor child and tried to convince the parents that this was normal in their world. Fairies, orcs, mermaids etc existed. However, her mother strongly stated she did not cheat and her father like an idiot believed her - instead resorting to hating his daughter. He would look at her with looks of disgust, the little Krikath not knowing what she did wrong and why her parents didn't love her. They got into contact with a shady priest who agreed to carry out the exorcism even though he knew nothing was wrong with Krikath for profit. As a child, she spent long hours in the dark hearing bible readings and the priest mutilating her by sawing her horns which only regrew - it was a painful and bloody experience. To this day, she hates when anyone touches her horns and won't hesitate to knock them out if they do. After all was said and done, her mother finally admitted that she had indeed cheated and things went even more chaotic after that. It resulted in the man she swore was her father abandoning her and having to be she raised by her grandparents. Her mother had ran off with her affair and after she became an adult, her mother's ex-husband has tried contacting her to make amends as he realizes his mistake and still sees her as his daughter. She always refuses to talk to him. Krikath owns a tavern called the The Devilish Fox where mythical creatures frequent. It's usually a loud and rowdy bar with a few gambling games going on. Regulars who know Krikath try not to get on her bad side cause they know how she can get.
† Meant for fantasy, romance, drama and action roleplay †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gjda5zIx_g
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MISC ♔
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Abilities:
- A few magical spells she learnt, nothing too extreme. She doesn't really know much about her elf side.
- Inhuman strength and agility
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QUOTES ♔
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"I could literally give zero f***s."
"What are you looking at? Never seen
a woman with horns before?"
"Piss off, will ya?"
"Stupid plant!"
"Why do I have hives? Because of that stupid plant!!"
"What do you mean you haven't eaten for the day?
Are you f***ing dumb? I'm making you something and
you're eating it, understand?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do all of this...Please don't go."
BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Krikath Wysabanise
Nicknames: Kath [she will get mad if you call her by her full name]
Alias: Baphomet's child, Black Phillip, The boss, Old lady
Age: 49
Gender: Female
Nationality: Ireland
Orientation: Lesbian
Role: Dominant [When intimate, Kath prefers not to be touched and finds enjoyment in fulfilling her partner's needs instead of her own. After some character development and trust, she may allow her partner to touch her]
Mental Disorder: Intermittent explosive disorder
Species: Human mixed with elf and goat
Occupation: Tavern owner
Languages Known: English
Virgin: No
Noticeable features: Long goat horns on her skull. Elf ears. Androgynous. Huge scars on face and chest as seen in picture. Her entire posture reeks intimidation.
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Skin color: Pale
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Braided to the side or worn down
Eye color: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Tattoos: None
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Kath has a horrible temperament. She is always cursing and making a scene. She wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight and well, she has the muscle to pack a punch. People are quickly intimidated by the scars on her face and attitude. She has a high-sex drive due to her goat side, but is scared of commitment because she knows there's no one who would want to stay with her, so she sticks to one night stands.
Alignment: Chaotic good
Fears: priests, scaring someone she actually loves away, the dark
Likes:
- Root beer,
- her regulars,
- one night stands,
- a good nights sleep,
- tree bark
Dislikes:
- Her anger,
- reliving her past,
- mud,
- the rain,
- perforate St John's-wort,
- bullies
Good Traits:
- She has a good heart underneath it all. She wouldn't hesitate to give free food to the homeless or needy if they ever happen to stumble into her tavern
- She becomes flustered when it comes to intimacy or is complimented. However, she is a gentle lover when not going through one of her episodes.
- She has a sense of justice and hates to see others treated unfairly
- She's the type to curse you for not taking good care of yourself when she doesn't do the same for herself sometimes
- loyal
Bad Traits:
- Becoming extremely angry at a scenario or person that does not warrant it
- yelling or screaming at others,
- Inability to control anger
- starting intense arguments,
- throwing temper tantrums when upset,
- making violent threats,
- punching walls or breaking furniture,
- damaging property,
- starting physical fights and assaulting people that make her mad
Kinks:
- Vanilla
- Choking,
- MMLG,
- degradation,
- amaurophilia,
- orgasm denial,
- teasing,
- edging,
- strap on
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Krikath was not an expected child. In a world where mythical creatures roam freely, it was still confusing to her human parents as to why she was born the way she was. They constantly argued, her father believing her mother had cheated on him with an elf of some sorts which she constantly denied. They even went as far as carrying her to get exorcised as they strongly believed she was possessed with the deity of Baphomet. The priests would deny exorcising the poor child and tried to convince the parents that this was normal in their world. Fairies, orcs, mermaids etc existed. However, her mother strongly stated she did not cheat and her father like an idiot believed her - instead resorting to hating his daughter. He would look at her with looks of disgust, the little Krikath not knowing what she did wrong and why her parents didn't love her. They got into contact with a shady priest who agreed to carry out the exorcism even though he knew nothing was wrong with Krikath for profit. As a child, she spent long hours in the dark hearing bible readings and the priest mutilating her by sawing her horns which only regrew - it was a painful and bloody experience. To this day, she hates when anyone touches her horns and won't hesitate to knock them out if they do. After all was said and done, her mother finally admitted that she had indeed cheated and things went even more chaotic after that. It resulted in the man she swore was her father abandoning her and having to be she raised by her grandparents. Her mother had ran off with her affair and after she became an adult, her mother's ex-husband has tried contacting her to make amends as he realizes his mistake and still sees her as his daughter. She always refuses to talk to him. Krikath owns a tavern called the The Devilish Fox where mythical creatures frequent. It's usually a loud and rowdy bar with a few gambling games going on. Regulars who know Krikath try not to get on her bad side cause they know how she can get.
† Meant for fantasy, romance, drama and action roleplay †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gjda5zIx_g
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MISC ♔
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Abilities:
- A few magical spells she learnt, nothing too extreme. She doesn't really know much about her elf side.
- Inhuman strength and agility
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QUOTES ♔
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"I could literally give zero f***s."
"What are you looking at? Never seen
a woman with horns before?"
"Piss off, will ya?"
"Stupid plant!"
"Why do I have hives? Because of that stupid plant!!"
"What do you mean you haven't eaten for the day?
Are you f***ing dumb? I'm making you something and
you're eating it, understand?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do all of this...Please don't go."
† Iwamura Akinori †
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BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Iwamura Akinori
Alias: Crown Prince(太子)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Orientation: Believes himself to be straight and hopes to keep it that way
Role: 'Dominant’ (Actually a switch)
D.O.B: 19 November
Mental Disorder: Narcissistic personality disorder
Species: Human
Occupation: Prince (currently) Heir ( currently)
Languages Known: English, Japanese
Virgin: No
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Skin color: Porcelain
Hair color: Red
Hair style: Worn down or pinned up to the back
Eye color: Maroon
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200 Ibs
Tattoos: None
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Iwamura Akinori is a spoiled prince and sincerely believes the world revolves around him. He is used to getting what he wants and hates when that does not happen. He is stubborn, arrogant and he for sure knows he has the looks to back it up. He never admits when he is wrong, gaslights and has a severe superiority complex.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Fears: Being reduced to a commoner
Likes:
- Pampering,
- wealth,
- excessive admiration,
- compliments,
- fruits
- women
Dislikes:
- Rejection,
- being told off,
- not being known
- cats
- commoner
Good traits:
- Determined
- protective
- social
- intelligent
- charming
Bad traits:
- Overconfident,
- impatient,
- undisciplined,
- obnoxious,
- sleepyhead,
- lazy
- manipulative
Pet peeves:
- When someone carelessly touches him. Touching him is an honor.
Kinks:
- Pet play,
- teasing,
- exhibitionist,
- acarophilia,
- secretly masochism
- sadism
- degradation
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Akinori sincerely believes that he is the most important. Everyone else is beneath him and should bow before him. Living as a royal, he has been spoiled for as long as he can remember, his parents praised him for all of his efforts ignoring the fact that he has grown into a huge narcissist with a superiority complex. He grew up where the best of him was expected and he gave just that. He is intelligent, charming and has commendable swordsmanship so he is used to being admired.
If he believes you are beneath him, then he will treat you as such without remorse or consequence. Therefore, Akinori is known for treating his servants horribly. He would only show you the smallest bit of respect, if you are a royal yourself, even then he believes he is better than you. He is threatened by those who are as wealthy as he is or as intelligent as he is. He believes he is untouchable but underneath it all, within his subconscious, he is simply an insecure man.
† Meant for drama, adventure and romance roleplay †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5aMav6q-o0
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MISC ♔
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- Looking for a character who would put the prince in his place. It can be another wealthy person or a poor person with an attitude.
- My preference would be to use this character for mxm, somewhat of a topxtop dynamic.
- I already have some ideas for this character if you are interested
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QUOTES ♔
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"You're filthy."
"I'm the emperor's heir. I can get whatever.
I want and if that is you then consider yourself mine."
"You call me arrogant. Why don't you step up
and prove me wrong. Prove you're better.
What's that? I'm mean. That's just what losers say.
You hate me for being successful, I despise you for not
trying to be more than a tramp. What? Too harsh?
Take a look in the mirror and then remember how
good I looked. And no, looks aren't everything.
I aced every test I ever took, in fact, I'm not sure you
and I are even the same species.
"I don't usually do it with men but I would be
opposed if you beg me like a dog."
BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Iwamura Akinori
Alias: Crown Prince(太子)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Orientation: Believes himself to be straight and hopes to keep it that way
Role: 'Dominant’ (Actually a switch)
D.O.B: 19 November
Mental Disorder: Narcissistic personality disorder
Species: Human
Occupation: Prince (currently) Heir ( currently)
Languages Known: English, Japanese
Virgin: No
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Skin color: Porcelain
Hair color: Red
Hair style: Worn down or pinned up to the back
Eye color: Maroon
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200 Ibs
Tattoos: None
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Iwamura Akinori is a spoiled prince and sincerely believes the world revolves around him. He is used to getting what he wants and hates when that does not happen. He is stubborn, arrogant and he for sure knows he has the looks to back it up. He never admits when he is wrong, gaslights and has a severe superiority complex.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Fears: Being reduced to a commoner
Likes:
- Pampering,
- wealth,
- excessive admiration,
- compliments,
- fruits
- women
Dislikes:
- Rejection,
- being told off,
- not being known
- cats
- commoner
Good traits:
- Determined
- protective
- social
- intelligent
- charming
Bad traits:
- Overconfident,
- impatient,
- undisciplined,
- obnoxious,
- sleepyhead,
- lazy
- manipulative
Pet peeves:
- When someone carelessly touches him. Touching him is an honor.
Kinks:
- Pet play,
- teasing,
- exhibitionist,
- acarophilia,
- secretly masochism
- sadism
- degradation
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Akinori sincerely believes that he is the most important. Everyone else is beneath him and should bow before him. Living as a royal, he has been spoiled for as long as he can remember, his parents praised him for all of his efforts ignoring the fact that he has grown into a huge narcissist with a superiority complex. He grew up where the best of him was expected and he gave just that. He is intelligent, charming and has commendable swordsmanship so he is used to being admired.
If he believes you are beneath him, then he will treat you as such without remorse or consequence. Therefore, Akinori is known for treating his servants horribly. He would only show you the smallest bit of respect, if you are a royal yourself, even then he believes he is better than you. He is threatened by those who are as wealthy as he is or as intelligent as he is. He believes he is untouchable but underneath it all, within his subconscious, he is simply an insecure man.
† Meant for drama, adventure and romance roleplay †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5aMav6q-o0
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MISC ♔
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- Looking for a character who would put the prince in his place. It can be another wealthy person or a poor person with an attitude.
- My preference would be to use this character for mxm, somewhat of a topxtop dynamic.
- I already have some ideas for this character if you are interested
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QUOTES ♔
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"You're filthy."
"I'm the emperor's heir. I can get whatever.
I want and if that is you then consider yourself mine."
"You call me arrogant. Why don't you step up
and prove me wrong. Prove you're better.
What's that? I'm mean. That's just what losers say.
You hate me for being successful, I despise you for not
trying to be more than a tramp. What? Too harsh?
Take a look in the mirror and then remember how
good I looked. And no, looks aren't everything.
I aced every test I ever took, in fact, I'm not sure you
and I are even the same species.
"I don't usually do it with men but I would be
opposed if you beg me like a dog."
† Citro Martialis †
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BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Citro Martialis
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Nationality: French
Orientation: Homosexual
Role: Submissive
D.O.B: 17th May
Mental Disorder: None
Species: Human
Occupation: Art teacher [full-time], Artist [on break]
Languages Known: English, French, Portuguese
Virgin: No
Noticeable features: Freckles on his shoulder. Black polished finger nails. Golden rings on his index finger, thumb and ring finger
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Skin color: Honey
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Curly voluptuous hair that he either wears as a french braid or in a low bun
Eye color: Hazel
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 159 Ibs
Tattoos: Latin tattoo on his left hand - designed by himself
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Citro holds his art in high regard, but he finds himself becoming bored with it. He no longer has the passion he had when he first began painting. Nonetheless, he is stubborn and will not back down if he believes he has been wronged. He comes across as arrogant and argumentative. He can hold a conversation but would not make an effort to talk to anyone. He pushes people away especially men who are interested in him.
Alignment: Neutral good
Fears: Giving up on his art
Likes:
- Painting,
- listening to music,
- smoking,
- romance,
- muscular men,
- chocolate
Dislikes:
- Messing up one of his pieces,
- people who speak badly of his art,
- being played by straight men looking for a good time,
- someone disrespecting his heart
- dishonesty
Good Traits:
- Organized
- Orderly
- Mature
- Genuine
- Romantic
Bad Traits:
- He may not realize when someone actually cares for him as he has immense trust issues,
- Pessimistic
- Paranoid
- Egotistical
- Stubborn
- Temperamental
Pet Peeves:
- People trying to worm into his life or business - just stay away
Kinks:
- Choking,
- bondage,
- foreplay,
- edge play,
- dirty talking,
- masochism,
- menage,
- amaurophilia,
- gags
- orgasm control
- vanilla
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Coming out as an homosexual was hard in France, the discrimination was torturous and left Citro distrustful of others. People were ignorant. Whilst others only saw him as an experiment to be toyed around with, there were those who abused him. His parents were adamant in telling him they did not accept his 'lifestyle' but still cared for him regardless. He could deal with that although it honestly still hurt. They constantly reminded him about their disappointment with his sexuality and why he couldn't be normal, this was not what God looked for in him.
As a child, he almost immediately knew he felt nothing for the opposite sex and when entering his teenage years, he had tried. He lost his virginity to a woman, tried to be normal but it never worked out for him. During this entire time, he had a best-friend named Carlos. They were close and Citro honestly believed he was someone he could trust, love even. He knew it was one-sided and with that, kept his feelings to himself. He came out as gay, not because he wanted to but because he was forced to. To this day, he can't remember how it happened, the events were too traumatic for him. He was bullied constantly for that in his school days and art was his escape. He was gifted the talent of being able to just splatter his canvas with his feelings and so he went to art school, received his degree and started his decent life of fame, selling different art pieces for large sums. His most prized art pieces were the ones he drew when thinking about Carlos, his love on a piece of paper. He stayed anonymous, mainly because he didn't want the spotlight on himself. He had bullies in his past he wanted to stay far away from and knew they would jump at the opportunity to take him down if they knew he was successful.
Carlos always stayed beside him, supported him and made it known he did not care about his sexuality. Citro believed he could keep loving him from a far and what they had was enough for him. That was, until Carlos started making moves on him and with his logic blinded with love, he went along with it. They started having sex regularly whilst also still keeping their friendship in tact, it was a bit messy but Citro believed that Carlos recuperated his feelings and it would only take time before things progressed into something official.
Citro was a fool. Carlos said he was getting married, he was so excited and so confident. Citro was upset, felt betrayed and used but congratulated him. He was a toy, used on the side whilst someone was already in his heart. However, when Carlos wanted to continue their sexual relationship, he blew up but all he received was - 'You love me, don't you?' All that time, he knew. 'You'll do this for me right? She doesn't have to know. I treat you well don't I?' It felt like a needle through the heart and every time, Citro says it will be the last time but somehow he finds himself coerced into Carlos' bed. He can't wait for the day, he can let go of this relationship before the guilt and his self-hatred takes over him.
He has thus lost his inspiration to paint. It had been a year since his last art piece, the last one he dropped was depressing at best and didn't do so well but that's all he feels right now, depressed. There's no love or spark in his heart to make such beautiful paintings like he once has before. Instead, he works as a art teacher, hiding his identity as the famous artist.
† Meant for slice of life, romance, omega-verse and/or supernatural roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BAZLSJ87Vo
MISC ♔
- I already have a plot for this character but if you have any ideas then I am willing to listen
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QUOTES ♔
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"You love me? Don't make me laugh."
"You call this art? It lacks feelings, inspiration and insight."
"You're getting married? C-congratulations."
"You knew...YOU KNEW...YOU F***ING KNEW...
but yet you used me like some...some type of whore?"
"My art is beautiful. So beautiful you can't
begin to comprehend."
BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Citro Martialis
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Nationality: French
Orientation: Homosexual
Role: Submissive
D.O.B: 17th May
Mental Disorder: None
Species: Human
Occupation: Art teacher [full-time], Artist [on break]
Languages Known: English, French, Portuguese
Virgin: No
Noticeable features: Freckles on his shoulder. Black polished finger nails. Golden rings on his index finger, thumb and ring finger
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Skin color: Honey
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Curly voluptuous hair that he either wears as a french braid or in a low bun
Eye color: Hazel
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 159 Ibs
Tattoos: Latin tattoo on his left hand - designed by himself
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Citro holds his art in high regard, but he finds himself becoming bored with it. He no longer has the passion he had when he first began painting. Nonetheless, he is stubborn and will not back down if he believes he has been wronged. He comes across as arrogant and argumentative. He can hold a conversation but would not make an effort to talk to anyone. He pushes people away especially men who are interested in him.
Alignment: Neutral good
Fears: Giving up on his art
Likes:
- Painting,
- listening to music,
- smoking,
- romance,
- muscular men,
- chocolate
Dislikes:
- Messing up one of his pieces,
- people who speak badly of his art,
- being played by straight men looking for a good time,
- someone disrespecting his heart
- dishonesty
Good Traits:
- Organized
- Orderly
- Mature
- Genuine
- Romantic
Bad Traits:
- He may not realize when someone actually cares for him as he has immense trust issues,
- Pessimistic
- Paranoid
- Egotistical
- Stubborn
- Temperamental
Pet Peeves:
- People trying to worm into his life or business - just stay away
Kinks:
- Choking,
- bondage,
- foreplay,
- edge play,
- dirty talking,
- masochism,
- menage,
- amaurophilia,
- gags
- orgasm control
- vanilla
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Coming out as an homosexual was hard in France, the discrimination was torturous and left Citro distrustful of others. People were ignorant. Whilst others only saw him as an experiment to be toyed around with, there were those who abused him. His parents were adamant in telling him they did not accept his 'lifestyle' but still cared for him regardless. He could deal with that although it honestly still hurt. They constantly reminded him about their disappointment with his sexuality and why he couldn't be normal, this was not what God looked for in him.
As a child, he almost immediately knew he felt nothing for the opposite sex and when entering his teenage years, he had tried. He lost his virginity to a woman, tried to be normal but it never worked out for him. During this entire time, he had a best-friend named Carlos. They were close and Citro honestly believed he was someone he could trust, love even. He knew it was one-sided and with that, kept his feelings to himself. He came out as gay, not because he wanted to but because he was forced to. To this day, he can't remember how it happened, the events were too traumatic for him. He was bullied constantly for that in his school days and art was his escape. He was gifted the talent of being able to just splatter his canvas with his feelings and so he went to art school, received his degree and started his decent life of fame, selling different art pieces for large sums. His most prized art pieces were the ones he drew when thinking about Carlos, his love on a piece of paper. He stayed anonymous, mainly because he didn't want the spotlight on himself. He had bullies in his past he wanted to stay far away from and knew they would jump at the opportunity to take him down if they knew he was successful.
Carlos always stayed beside him, supported him and made it known he did not care about his sexuality. Citro believed he could keep loving him from a far and what they had was enough for him. That was, until Carlos started making moves on him and with his logic blinded with love, he went along with it. They started having sex regularly whilst also still keeping their friendship in tact, it was a bit messy but Citro believed that Carlos recuperated his feelings and it would only take time before things progressed into something official.
Citro was a fool. Carlos said he was getting married, he was so excited and so confident. Citro was upset, felt betrayed and used but congratulated him. He was a toy, used on the side whilst someone was already in his heart. However, when Carlos wanted to continue their sexual relationship, he blew up but all he received was - 'You love me, don't you?' All that time, he knew. 'You'll do this for me right? She doesn't have to know. I treat you well don't I?' It felt like a needle through the heart and every time, Citro says it will be the last time but somehow he finds himself coerced into Carlos' bed. He can't wait for the day, he can let go of this relationship before the guilt and his self-hatred takes over him.
He has thus lost his inspiration to paint. It had been a year since his last art piece, the last one he dropped was depressing at best and didn't do so well but that's all he feels right now, depressed. There's no love or spark in his heart to make such beautiful paintings like he once has before. Instead, he works as a art teacher, hiding his identity as the famous artist.
† Meant for slice of life, romance, omega-verse and/or supernatural roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BAZLSJ87Vo
MISC ♔
- I already have a plot for this character but if you have any ideas then I am willing to listen
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QUOTES ♔
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"You love me? Don't make me laugh."
"You call this art? It lacks feelings, inspiration and insight."
"You're getting married? C-congratulations."
"You knew...YOU KNEW...YOU F***ING KNEW...
but yet you used me like some...some type of whore?"
"My art is beautiful. So beautiful you can't
begin to comprehend."
† Lycidas Grimsbane †
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BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Lycidas Frederik Grimsbane
Elias: The Tyrant, Devil, The Almighty, Vampire king
Age: 1000plus
Gender: Male
Orientation: Doesn't matter
Role: Dominant
D.O.B: Unknown
Mental Disorder: Psychopathy
Species: Pure bred vampire
Languages Known: English, Xalic [vampire language]
Virgin: No
Noticeable features: Multiple scars littering his chest from the holy blade
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Body Shape: Muscular with broad shoulders, 8 pack abs and toned legs
Skin color: Extremely pale
Hair color: White
Hair style: Worn down
Eye color: Grey, Red and Black explained below
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 220 Ibs
Tattoos: None
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: He is the embodiment of evil. Selfish, apathetic, arrogant and manipulative. He would do anything it takes to get what he wants - world domination. He is sadistic and finds pleasure in the suffering of others. He would make human slaves battle to the death for his own amusement. He would kill his slaves just for his gratification and torture his own kind because they can regenerate. It is all for his satisfaction.
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Fears: None. Fear is an emotion he knows not about
Likes:
- The pain and suffering of others
- sex
- violence
- torture
- world domination
- Blood
Dislikes:
- The crusades
- holy knights
- the holy grail
- disloyalty
- liars
- when his playthings become broken
- human cattle
Good traits: Miraculously, after loads of character development, he can be
- understanding
- genuine
- patient
- open-minded
Bad traits:
- Everything about his personality basically
Pet Peeves:
- People underestimating his power especially vampires who think they can threaten him
Kinks:
- Sadism,
- Haematomania [blood play]
- rape play,
- degradation,
- choking,
- orgasm denial,
- dirty talking,
- face f***ing,
- branding,
- begging,
- gags
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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The birth of Lycidas Frederik Grimsbane is unknown as well as his birth parents. However, he quickly made a name for himself with his tyranny and evil nature. He brought forth famine, suffering and war in his path, creating deserted villages and the deaths of humans and vampires alike. His main goal? Complete world domination. At first, the world was scared of this threat and believed it was the end of it all until a hero with a magical blade - the holy grail managed to injure the vampire and defeat him momentarily gaining humans their first victory. There was once the prospect of peace but Lycidas was not one to back down easily. His blood lust and thirst for vengeance fueled him enough and he killed the said hero and destroyed the holy grail engrained into the blade. He continues on with his plan, killing and destroying anything that comes into his way; awakening demons from the pits of hell and allowing them to roam the earth, raiding and destroying villages in their path. He has heard a rumor that the holy grail is back but in the form of a beautiful woman/man. He would stop at nothing until he finds and kills them.
† Meant for dark, gore, medieval, psychological, supernatural, romance and/or action roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzpqyOFxXGU
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MISC ♔
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Abilities :
- Immortality
- Unnatural Strength
- Unnatural Senses
- Unnatural Speed
- Unnatural Healing
- Shapeshifting
- Animal Control
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
- Vision
Weaknesses
- Holy Grail in the form of a blade [destroyed]
- Holy Grail in the form of a woman/man [active]
- Holy wine [whereabouts unknown]
Eye Color:
- Grey [Normal]
- Red [Angered]
- Black [Blood lust] [lust in general]
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QUOTES ♔
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"Oh, you're still alive? That's a shame..."
"I know nothing of love, compassion or
mercy that you speak of."
"Humans are mere cattle and I am their reaper."
"My name is Lycidas Grimsbane and I have been
brought forth into this world to conquer the unconquerable.
I shall decorate these lands with the blood of those who defy me.
Remember this very day as I declare war on the entire world until it is
nothing but dust in the pit of my hand."
BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Lycidas Frederik Grimsbane
Elias: The Tyrant, Devil, The Almighty, Vampire king
Age: 1000plus
Gender: Male
Orientation: Doesn't matter
Role: Dominant
D.O.B: Unknown
Mental Disorder: Psychopathy
Species: Pure bred vampire
Languages Known: English, Xalic [vampire language]
Virgin: No
Noticeable features: Multiple scars littering his chest from the holy blade
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APPEARANCE ♔
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Body Shape: Muscular with broad shoulders, 8 pack abs and toned legs
Skin color: Extremely pale
Hair color: White
Hair style: Worn down
Eye color: Grey, Red and Black explained below
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 220 Ibs
Tattoos: None
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PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: He is the embodiment of evil. Selfish, apathetic, arrogant and manipulative. He would do anything it takes to get what he wants - world domination. He is sadistic and finds pleasure in the suffering of others. He would make human slaves battle to the death for his own amusement. He would kill his slaves just for his gratification and torture his own kind because they can regenerate. It is all for his satisfaction.
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Fears: None. Fear is an emotion he knows not about
Likes:
- The pain and suffering of others
- sex
- violence
- torture
- world domination
- Blood
Dislikes:
- The crusades
- holy knights
- the holy grail
- disloyalty
- liars
- when his playthings become broken
- human cattle
Good traits: Miraculously, after loads of character development, he can be
- understanding
- genuine
- patient
- open-minded
Bad traits:
- Everything about his personality basically
Pet Peeves:
- People underestimating his power especially vampires who think they can threaten him
Kinks:
- Sadism,
- Haematomania [blood play]
- rape play,
- degradation,
- choking,
- orgasm denial,
- dirty talking,
- face f***ing,
- branding,
- begging,
- gags
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BIOGRAPHY ♔
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The birth of Lycidas Frederik Grimsbane is unknown as well as his birth parents. However, he quickly made a name for himself with his tyranny and evil nature. He brought forth famine, suffering and war in his path, creating deserted villages and the deaths of humans and vampires alike. His main goal? Complete world domination. At first, the world was scared of this threat and believed it was the end of it all until a hero with a magical blade - the holy grail managed to injure the vampire and defeat him momentarily gaining humans their first victory. There was once the prospect of peace but Lycidas was not one to back down easily. His blood lust and thirst for vengeance fueled him enough and he killed the said hero and destroyed the holy grail engrained into the blade. He continues on with his plan, killing and destroying anything that comes into his way; awakening demons from the pits of hell and allowing them to roam the earth, raiding and destroying villages in their path. He has heard a rumor that the holy grail is back but in the form of a beautiful woman/man. He would stop at nothing until he finds and kills them.
† Meant for dark, gore, medieval, psychological, supernatural, romance and/or action roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzpqyOFxXGU
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MISC ♔
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Abilities :
- Immortality
- Unnatural Strength
- Unnatural Senses
- Unnatural Speed
- Unnatural Healing
- Shapeshifting
- Animal Control
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
- Vision
Weaknesses
- Holy Grail in the form of a blade [destroyed]
- Holy Grail in the form of a woman/man [active]
- Holy wine [whereabouts unknown]
Eye Color:
- Grey [Normal]
- Red [Angered]
- Black [Blood lust] [lust in general]
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QUOTES ♔
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"Oh, you're still alive? That's a shame..."
"I know nothing of love, compassion or
mercy that you speak of."
"Humans are mere cattle and I am their reaper."
"My name is Lycidas Grimsbane and I have been
brought forth into this world to conquer the unconquerable.
I shall decorate these lands with the blood of those who defy me.
Remember this very day as I declare war on the entire world until it is
nothing but dust in the pit of my hand."