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Nikos Samael
-Age: 19-32 (Depending on the storyline)
-Gender: Male
-Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, Switch
-Species: Human // Wizard
Optical information:
-Height: 5'8
-Hair color: Black
-Eye color: Pale grey
-Physique: Athletic, lithe with a swimmer's build
Description:
Nikos' appearance is quite striking, and he turns heads wherever he goes. He's a good-looking man with black, styled hair and a slight scruff on his cheeks. His body is tanned, and he has tattoos that cover much of his back, arms, and throat. He wears silver studs in his ears, chains hanging down his neck, and rings on his tattooed fingers, giving him a bit of a bad-boy vibe. He pairs it with tight t-shirts, colorful jackets, and dark jeans.
Special Features:
Whenever he employs his magical abilities, he primarily uses his voice to order and influence others; while doing so, his eyes turn golden. However, each use of that power exhausts his vocal cords, and if he overuses it, he may even lose his voice.
Tattoos:
Music notes, fire, fallen angels, and Roman numerals are amongst the tapestry of images covering much of his body. On his back is a large skull, large wings sweep down the sides, and the words 'TRUTH' and 'DEATH' are tattooed on his fingers.
Personality:
Nikos is an individual who is driven by his ambition and is determined to succeed in his endeavors. He is willing to take any necessary steps to achieve his goals, regardless of the consequences. He has no qualms about causing harm to others and is willing to go as far as breaking up families or setting aside his own ego to achieve his objectives.
However, despite his ambition and determination, Nikos faces a significant challenge in managing his pride. His pride is a source of strength that fuels his drive, but it is also his Achilles heel that often leads to his own downfall. His pride can lead him to make rash decisions, ignore the needs of others, and act in ways that are detrimental to his own interests.
Likes:
Horror movies
Driving fast
Drinking
Gambling
Deals
Dislikes:
Cutesy nicknames
Losing
Train rides
Feeling out of control
-Gender: Male
-Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, Switch
-Species: Human // Wizard
Optical information:
-Height: 5'8
-Hair color: Black
-Eye color: Pale grey
-Physique: Athletic, lithe with a swimmer's build
Description:
Nikos' appearance is quite striking, and he turns heads wherever he goes. He's a good-looking man with black, styled hair and a slight scruff on his cheeks. His body is tanned, and he has tattoos that cover much of his back, arms, and throat. He wears silver studs in his ears, chains hanging down his neck, and rings on his tattooed fingers, giving him a bit of a bad-boy vibe. He pairs it with tight t-shirts, colorful jackets, and dark jeans.
Special Features:
Whenever he employs his magical abilities, he primarily uses his voice to order and influence others; while doing so, his eyes turn golden. However, each use of that power exhausts his vocal cords, and if he overuses it, he may even lose his voice.
Tattoos:
Music notes, fire, fallen angels, and Roman numerals are amongst the tapestry of images covering much of his body. On his back is a large skull, large wings sweep down the sides, and the words 'TRUTH' and 'DEATH' are tattooed on his fingers.
Personality:
Nikos is an individual who is driven by his ambition and is determined to succeed in his endeavors. He is willing to take any necessary steps to achieve his goals, regardless of the consequences. He has no qualms about causing harm to others and is willing to go as far as breaking up families or setting aside his own ego to achieve his objectives.
However, despite his ambition and determination, Nikos faces a significant challenge in managing his pride. His pride is a source of strength that fuels his drive, but it is also his Achilles heel that often leads to his own downfall. His pride can lead him to make rash decisions, ignore the needs of others, and act in ways that are detrimental to his own interests.
Likes:
Horror movies
Driving fast
Drinking
Gambling
Deals
Dislikes:
Cutesy nicknames
Losing
Train rides
Feeling out of control
Rules
1. I don't roleplay with people under the age of 18. I don't write this to be mean; it is just a personal preference.
2. I am not interested in writing er*tic roleplays. However, I am happy to engage in romance and some more affectionate scenes. My main focus is on creating an engaging and creative story, if this does not align with your preferences, then it is possible that we may not be the best match and you should look elsewhere.
3. I do not have a set of lines that I write. If I enjoy what we are writing then I will be writing more- In instances where I am not doing so, it may be attributed to a lack of engagement on my part or an inability to get my creativity going. We all have bad days.
4. I only make original characters unless the storyline we have agreed upon says otherwise. I am pretty fluid about that.
5. I prefer to roleplay as males, but occasionally I will be playing as a female. It depends on the person I am writing with and, once again, what we have agreed upon.
6. I have a lot going on in my life, including work, friends, and family commitments. If I don't respond to your message within a day, please understand that it may take me some time to reply. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If I'm away for more than two days, feel free to send a friendly reminder.
...Writing rules makes me feel so unfriendly. I promise I'm not!
2. I am not interested in writing er*tic roleplays. However, I am happy to engage in romance and some more affectionate scenes. My main focus is on creating an engaging and creative story, if this does not align with your preferences, then it is possible that we may not be the best match and you should look elsewhere.
3. I do not have a set of lines that I write. If I enjoy what we are writing then I will be writing more- In instances where I am not doing so, it may be attributed to a lack of engagement on my part or an inability to get my creativity going. We all have bad days.
4. I only make original characters unless the storyline we have agreed upon says otherwise. I am pretty fluid about that.
5. I prefer to roleplay as males, but occasionally I will be playing as a female. It depends on the person I am writing with and, once again, what we have agreed upon.
6. I have a lot going on in my life, including work, friends, and family commitments. If I don't respond to your message within a day, please understand that it may take me some time to reply. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If I'm away for more than two days, feel free to send a friendly reminder.
...Writing rules makes me feel so unfriendly. I promise I'm not!
Original Storylines
(1) Stuck In Fiction - The characters have unexpectedly discovered that they are stuck within the world of a movie, book, video game, or television program. To return to their original reality, they must collaborate and devise a plan to escape this peculiar and unfamiliar realm. The lingering question remains: Is it even possible for them to break free from this alternate dimension?
- If you're interested in exploring Stuck In Fiction, please send me a list of the fiction you would like to explore. We can create a backstory for our characters and establish their initial relationship together. Then, we'll send them off for an adventure! >:)
(2) Stuck In Fiction [Villain] - The characters have unexpectedly discovered that they are stuck within the world of a movie, book, video game, or television program. To return to their original reality, they must collaborate and devise a plan to escape this peculiar and unfamiliar realm. Unfortunately, both of them have found themselves taking on the role of established villains within the universe. What now?
- In this one, I imagine the storyline with our original characters taking on the appearance, name, and abilities of the villain they become. If you've ever dreamed of being Voldemort or Darth Vader, now is your chance to take on their beautiful face.
(3) What is Taken - At night, a dark purple mist spreads across the world, transforming it into something terrible. When people woke up, they found that reality had changed. Things that did not belong to this world roamed the earth. Massive, incomprehensible beings move through the oceans, their large forms causing waves that rock the boats of the unfortunate sailors out on the seas. In the sky, monstrous objects with too many eyes float, their presence casting an eerie shadow over the land. The air is filled with the moans of the undead and the piercing shrieks of creatures with too many voices. Humanity is left to witness the world's end as they know it.
- In this one, the sky's the limit. The genre is very clearly horror, but aside from that, you can create whatever you want. Have fun with it, whether that be a human soldier, student, mailman, diver, or even a monstrosity of your own creation! I will be making a normal human though, because I'm really interested in doing an apocalypse roleplay right now.
4) After a sinister deal goes awry, (A) finds himself in a tight spot and is forced to flee. In the midst of his escape, he is hit by a bullet and is left to bleed out in a desolate alleyway. As fate would have it, (B) stumbles upon the wounded (A) and faces the daunting task of saving his life.
5) (A)'s father's gambling addiction had spiralled out of control. When (A) finally arrived home, he was met with a scene of chaos. The door had been kicked in, tables were overturned, and his father was nowhere to be seen. As he cautiously stepped inside, (A) couldn't help but notice the eerie silence that filled the space. But then, he heard a rustling sound from the corner of the room, and his senses went on high alert. (A) wasn't alone in the apartment.
6) Kidnapping has unfortunately become a frequent occurrence in this area, particularly the abduction of exceptional individuals. (A) was easily overpowered and taken captive by four unfamiliar men, while (B) was unable to put up much of a fight once they managed to apprehend him while he was otherwise occupied. They were strangers brought to the same location, and their only hope of escape lies in working together.
- If you're interested in exploring Stuck In Fiction, please send me a list of the fiction you would like to explore. We can create a backstory for our characters and establish their initial relationship together. Then, we'll send them off for an adventure! >:)
(2) Stuck In Fiction [Villain] - The characters have unexpectedly discovered that they are stuck within the world of a movie, book, video game, or television program. To return to their original reality, they must collaborate and devise a plan to escape this peculiar and unfamiliar realm. Unfortunately, both of them have found themselves taking on the role of established villains within the universe. What now?
- In this one, I imagine the storyline with our original characters taking on the appearance, name, and abilities of the villain they become. If you've ever dreamed of being Voldemort or Darth Vader, now is your chance to take on their beautiful face.
(3) What is Taken - At night, a dark purple mist spreads across the world, transforming it into something terrible. When people woke up, they found that reality had changed. Things that did not belong to this world roamed the earth. Massive, incomprehensible beings move through the oceans, their large forms causing waves that rock the boats of the unfortunate sailors out on the seas. In the sky, monstrous objects with too many eyes float, their presence casting an eerie shadow over the land. The air is filled with the moans of the undead and the piercing shrieks of creatures with too many voices. Humanity is left to witness the world's end as they know it.
- In this one, the sky's the limit. The genre is very clearly horror, but aside from that, you can create whatever you want. Have fun with it, whether that be a human soldier, student, mailman, diver, or even a monstrosity of your own creation! I will be making a normal human though, because I'm really interested in doing an apocalypse roleplay right now.
4) After a sinister deal goes awry, (A) finds himself in a tight spot and is forced to flee. In the midst of his escape, he is hit by a bullet and is left to bleed out in a desolate alleyway. As fate would have it, (B) stumbles upon the wounded (A) and faces the daunting task of saving his life.
5) (A)'s father's gambling addiction had spiralled out of control. When (A) finally arrived home, he was met with a scene of chaos. The door had been kicked in, tables were overturned, and his father was nowhere to be seen. As he cautiously stepped inside, (A) couldn't help but notice the eerie silence that filled the space. But then, he heard a rustling sound from the corner of the room, and his senses went on high alert. (A) wasn't alone in the apartment.
6) Kidnapping has unfortunately become a frequent occurrence in this area, particularly the abduction of exceptional individuals. (A) was easily overpowered and taken captive by four unfamiliar men, while (B) was unable to put up much of a fight once they managed to apprehend him while he was otherwise occupied. They were strangers brought to the same location, and their only hope of escape lies in working together.
My writing
Hello! I will share a bit of one of my past creations to give you an idea of how/what I can write. I do not limit myself to a certain number of lines; I write more if the story is captivating.
The stars in the sky were nonexistent, hidden by the heavy fog that had rolled in just a scant few minutes earlier. It swirls and swoops to an unseen tune, swallowing the old, deprecit stone buildings and the street they border until the everyday familiar sights of Arkham lay mysterious, hiding, looming in the darkness. It brings a chill, and Noel shudders, huddling inside his heavy black cloak.
It does not help. Surrounded by broken glass of his own making, some rope swaying uselessly in the wind from the rafters, Noel observes, and he remembers. He is Noel Lansport, the child of a fisherman.
He is Noel because that is the only one he knows how to be, with a mad father and a mother long since estranged. She left, and she never looked back. He used to wonder who he would be if she had taken him with her. Would he still be Noel?
No.
He is Noel because he slipped long ago; nothing would change that. He can't quite remember when- but at one point in time, his eyes had been just like those seen by other people from the mainland, their minds not yet touched by the things better not mentioned.
He is Noel, all sharp edges and jagged, dishonest smile. He sees the shadows within the mist and can hear them moving, shuffling, their unnatural forms not remotely human. A sudden scream cuts through the silence like a knife through flesh, and Noel watches. Dark eyes surrounded by darker lashes observe the way the shape of a woman breaks through the heavy mist, her face pale and struck with terror.
From his perch high above he has a perfect view of the moment something shoots out from an alley and grabs a hold of her, lifting her up and dragging her out from view with unnatural strength. Her screams rise in pitch, her arms flailing and scrabbling for purchase. It is useless. She arrived a week ago and had frequented the pub with a tall man. Her boyfriend, Noel believes. He disappeared last night, and the ridiculous woman had caused quite a racket trying to find him.
What is taken very rarely gets returned.
A sudden hush descends as her screams abruptly stop, and the night is still once again. Dispassionate eyes turn away, and Noel, cold-hearted and callous, grabs for another beer.
Just another night in Arkham. What is real and what is not? You never really know.
He exhales, and a cloud of mist forms. It is cold.
Noel is, too.
The stars in the sky were nonexistent, hidden by the heavy fog that had rolled in just a scant few minutes earlier. It swirls and swoops to an unseen tune, swallowing the old, deprecit stone buildings and the street they border until the everyday familiar sights of Arkham lay mysterious, hiding, looming in the darkness. It brings a chill, and Noel shudders, huddling inside his heavy black cloak.
It does not help. Surrounded by broken glass of his own making, some rope swaying uselessly in the wind from the rafters, Noel observes, and he remembers. He is Noel Lansport, the child of a fisherman.
He is Noel because that is the only one he knows how to be, with a mad father and a mother long since estranged. She left, and she never looked back. He used to wonder who he would be if she had taken him with her. Would he still be Noel?
No.
He is Noel because he slipped long ago; nothing would change that. He can't quite remember when- but at one point in time, his eyes had been just like those seen by other people from the mainland, their minds not yet touched by the things better not mentioned.
He is Noel, all sharp edges and jagged, dishonest smile. He sees the shadows within the mist and can hear them moving, shuffling, their unnatural forms not remotely human. A sudden scream cuts through the silence like a knife through flesh, and Noel watches. Dark eyes surrounded by darker lashes observe the way the shape of a woman breaks through the heavy mist, her face pale and struck with terror.
From his perch high above he has a perfect view of the moment something shoots out from an alley and grabs a hold of her, lifting her up and dragging her out from view with unnatural strength. Her screams rise in pitch, her arms flailing and scrabbling for purchase. It is useless. She arrived a week ago and had frequented the pub with a tall man. Her boyfriend, Noel believes. He disappeared last night, and the ridiculous woman had caused quite a racket trying to find him.
What is taken very rarely gets returned.
A sudden hush descends as her screams abruptly stop, and the night is still once again. Dispassionate eyes turn away, and Noel, cold-hearted and callous, grabs for another beer.
Just another night in Arkham. What is real and what is not? You never really know.
He exhales, and a cloud of mist forms. It is cold.
Noel is, too.