On the surface, it seems like Ryker Henderson had the perfect life. His parents were rich; mother being a lawyer and father being a doctor. Heart surgeon to be exact. His childhood was full of extravagant birthday parties, expensive piano lessons, and the best private schools. The spoiled red head never had to want for nothing, and his parents always made sure their son never always had the best clothes and technology. His peers, who were equal to him in wealth, were even jealous of his lifestyle. The way his parents doted over him, along with all the servants and nannies the boy had at his beck and call. Most of his peers had siblings they had to compete with, but Ryker was blessed to be an only child. Or was he? Often times the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows.

No one knew the emotional turmoil Ryker was in a daily basis. No one knew of his addiction to heroine and alcohol, his self inflicted scars, and his suicidal thoughts. Miraculously, he was able to hide this from everyone in his rich life. And it was quiet easy actually. No one would even believe that the handsome red head with those piercing teal eyes was actually a broken piece of glass that was beyond repair. And once he got to college, it was easy for the depressed boy to spiral out even more. No one was looking over his shoulder, and he had complete freedom. As long as he was able to kept up the facade of going to classes, then no one would bat an eye. So what if he went to class doped up on heroine? So what if he would cry in the shower while cutting up his wrists with a razor? The razor was his comfort, sweet release from the constant daily pain. The only thing that seemed to calm the voices in his head if only for a little while.

But tonight, it seemed not even the sweet release of the razor was enough to dull the pain. Ryker pumped more heroine into his veins as he sat on his bed in a small, single dorm room. As most college students had a roommate, Ryker's parents made sure their only child would not be inconvenienced in such a way. They paid extra money for their son to have a single room on the second floor. A benefit for him since it was only easier for her to spiral down deeper into his toxic rabbit hole. His vision was blurry, barely aware of his surroundings but it still was not enough. Why the f*** did it still hurt after all these years? When would the pain end? Would it ever end? He gazed those teal eyes towards his dorm window, and slowly walked towards it. With trembling hands, and semi blurred vision, he unlocked the window, the nightly breeze hitting his beautiful red hair, a few strands flowing in his face due to the night time wind.

Most college students were either sleep or partying, so it would be perfect for him to finally go through with his plan. All Ryker had to do was jump, and he would be free. He placed his expensive white sneakers on the window sill, and looked down at the sidewalk. No one was out since it was so late, so no one could stop him. No one was around to call for help or cushion his fall. At least that is what he thought. The sad part was Ryker did not even truly want to die, but saw it as the only way the pain to end. Suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But right now, it seemed to be the only solution good enough for Ryker. With a shaky hand he wiped the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He looked down, from his second floor window. The heroine running through his veins, mixed in with the alcohol clouding his judgement.

His suicidal nature was at the forefront of his mind, and his ability to think clearly was thrown out of the window. Pun intended. He took a long, shaky breath before closing his eyes and jumping out of his dorm window.

Alexander Barlowe had always been a cynical person. He always looked at situations and people through skeptical eyes, taking everything in with a grain of salt. It was imperative for his protection to see everyone as an enemy, and to always see the harsh world for what it truly was. But even he had his moments to where he had hoped things would get better, that his view of the world would change one of the days. He would find something or someone that gave his life new meaning, and then he could truly have some form of happiness. But that small hope was diminished the day his parents told him that he was basically going to be used to pay back their debt. Was it credit debt? Or even card debt? Of course not because that would be way too easy, and Alex's life was anything but. His family thought it would be a good idea to borrow thousands of dollars from a vampire mafia group, and then not pay it back. Alex's parents were not even hurting for cash, but they were the type of people to live above their means.

The young boy knew his parents loved the finer things in life, but he never suspected they would go through such great lengths just to achieve their selfish goals. How did they think they were going to get away with not paying the mafia back? And not just a regular mafia group, no that also would have been way too easy. But a vampire mafia group, creatures who ate humans for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And then had the audacity to try go into hiding when it came time to pay them back. His parents surely should have been dead by now, but they offered up their young, good looking son. And it just so happened the newly appointed mafia boss needed a spouse by his side. And who better than Alexander Barlowe, a young-looking elf. This was Alex's life now, and once again he was reminded of just how cruel the world can be.

The young boy sulked as he sat in the backroom with his parents of an old rickety church. He had no idea who this mafia boss was, never even seeing a picture of him. Apparently, anonymity until the actual day of the wedding was important. All Alex had was a name- Yuto Yamamoto. For all Alex new, this mafia boss probably looked like a deranged vampire with demonic, black eyes and deathly pale skin. His breath probably smelled off old blood and flesh. He grimaced at the thought, disgusting vampires and their horrible habits. To say that Alex was less than kind would have been an understatement. When his mother, Lisa Barlowe, tried for the hundredth time to fix his tie once again, Alex swatted her hand, and backed away from her. He glared at her, "Do not touch me..." He growled out, walking until he reached the furthest corner of the room to brood. If it was possible, then the 18 year old would have had a dark cloud over his white hair. "Alexander.." His father, Adam Barlowe's, deep voice echoed through the otherwise empty room, but Alex did not look phased in the slightest, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall.

He kept his ocean colored eyes gazed at the floor, refusing to look either of his parents in the eyes. "I cannot believe you guys are really going to sell me like I am some piece of meat. To be a whore for some vampire criminal. Have you no shame? It is not my fault you guys raked up so much debt. Why do I have to pay the price?" Alex's voice gave off how pissed he was, his eyes narrowing but still geared towards the floor. "That is enough we have been through this." His dad said in a dismissive tone. "You are an elf, a rare commodity, and it was either this or you would have lost both of your parents. You will do this and accept your role for this family." Adam told Alex in a commanding tone, giving his son a hard look. Alex scoffed in response, shaking his head. "You are despicable." He growled at his dad, who clearly had enough of his son's attitude. Adam walked over to his son, and slapped him hard across the face. Alex whimpered a bit at the impact, but kept his head down. Lisa just watched on with a hard look in his eyes, as she always did when his dad got like this. "That is enough Alexander. You will shut up, do as you are told. Let your mother fix your clothes, so that you will look presentable. Do you understand?" Adam's intimidating voice rang deep in Alex's ears so badly that it made chills run down his spine. With his head still hung low, he answered his dad in a defeated tone, "Yes, sir..."
2 months ago

Plot Idea 1: medieval, supernatural, fantasy, gore, dark themes, romance
Trigger warnings: physical abuse, emotional abuse, non-con, and character deaths

Muse A has been trained their whole life by a secret organization to eliminate vampires. However, Muse A suffers a horrific near death experience and Muse B (a supernatural creature) saves them. Muse A and Muse B form a friendship after their near death experience, but Muse A has no idea that Muse B is a vampire. More information about the organization will be revealed within the role play(hence the trigger warnings).

Plot Idea 2: modern, drama, dark themes, romance
Trigger warnings: drug use, self harm, suicide, physical, emotional and sexual abuse

Muse A is a suicidal college student and tries to take their own life on campus. Muse B discovers their body just in time to save them from death. As punishment, Muse B is then thrust into Muse A's toxic world of abuse.

Plot Idea 3: crime, mafia, drama, gore, romance
Dark themes can be set to fit the role play if so desired.

Muse A and Muse B are forced into a modern day arranged marriage. Muse B is a newly appointed mafia boss who wants to prove themselves. Muse A's family owes the mafia boss a large amount of debt. As payment, the family offers up Muse A as payment, selling them to the cruel mafia boss. Muse A is then thrust into a world full of crime, danger, and uncertainty.

-Basic Information-


Name: Theodosia Dae

Age: 18-23

Personality: moody, combative, and anti-social


-Appearance-


Height: 5'6

Weight: 120 Ibs

Body Type: Petite with small curves

Hair color: Black (Dreadlocks)

Eye Color: Light Brown


-Favorites-


Food: Spaghetti

Drink: Iced Tea

Color: Pink

-Basic Information-


Name: Alexander Barlowe

Age: 18-21

Personality: pessimistic, cynical, and shy


-Appearance-


Height: 5'8

Weight: 150 Ibs

Body Type: Lean

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Blue


-Favorites-


Food: Fast Food

Drink: Coca-Cola

Color: Grey