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"I'm not a cop." The redhead crossed her arms as she stood at the end of the gloomy alleyway. She approached slowly, her heels clicking to the uneven concrete until she stepped into the light. "I'm worse than that."

~ Bio ~

Name: Rose
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Position: Switch

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 164lbs
Body Shape: Hourglass figure
Impairments: Missing a limb. Her left arm. Wears a prosthetic.
Birthmarks/Scars: Burn scars partway up the remains of her left arm, minor scars on the left side of her torso.
Tattoos: Small tattoo of three names on her right wrist.

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Rational, smart, and strict.
If they like you: She'll be lenient with you, maybe go grab a coffee with you on her break.
If they hate you: She may try to find any dirt possible to get you in trouble... shes spiteful like that.
Impairments: PTSD
Habits: Clicking a pen, doodling in her notepad

~ Background ~

Rose hadn't considered upholding the law until her teen years, not because of cool tv shows like Brooklyn Nine Nine but moreso true crime documentaries and series that follow real cops. She had at first wanted to become a full officer of the law, but over the years gravitated into the detective side of things...

She roused some unwanted attention after one particular semester, while training to be a detective the students were given cold cases with slightly altered information to see how the young brains did at finding misinformation... Rose not only found out all the points that were not true, but she was even convinced she found the killer across the 14 murders.
While the tutor at first dismissed the thought, after going over the findings with local police, they checked certain locations she had mentioned to indeed find some of the old murder weapons... The three suspects were detained before one was finally brought to justice after the case had been inactive for 10 years.

Unfortunately for Rose, that man so happened to be involved in a very organized and dangerous syndicate. So while she was driving across the country to meet with her parents again, they shot out her tires while she made a turn on a cliffside road... while it was only meant to be her who went down, the timing of the hit caused her car to veer to the side and collide with another car, bringing both of them down.
Rose came out of consciousness to find her left arm trapped beneath her burning vehicle. Upon looking across she saw the other car overturned, a man and woman in the front were unconscious and still strapped to their seats as the vehicle burned... a little girl was still alive in the back seat, screaming and crying for her parents to wake up.

Rose tried everything in her power to escape and help... but she was too weak... having to remain pinned and watch the fire engulf the child before the explosion knocked her out.
When she awoke again she was in the hospital, three weeks had passed and the small family didn't make it out alive... From that point on, she became determined to take out whoever shot her tires.

~ Currently Active with ~

@Horror_Roleplays - While the cops were sat scratching their heads on missing cases across the city, Rose had a lead... Knowing they wouldn't listen to her, she figured she'd go alone. A costly mistake...

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The figure stretched up her arms and let out a long slow yawn, upon lowering them she runs her hands back through her hair and looked to her current master. "So, what's on the agenda today sir? World Domination? Corrupting souls?"

~ Bio ~

Name: Eliza
Age: Hundreds of years old. Body of a healthy 24-year-old human.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Position: Switch lean sub

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 154lbs
Body Shape: Bottom heavy pear shape figure.
Impairments: None
Birthmarks/scars: None
Tattoos: Small stars on the corners of her cheeks.

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Rather sweet for demon spawn. Very deceptive. Can grow protective and obsessive of her masters.
If they like you: She'll follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond.
If they hate you: She bites. Hard.
Impairments: Overactive imagination can cause her to get carried away into her own worlds. Especially when carrying out tortures.
Habits: Tapping and fiddling with her fingers.

~ Background ~

Eliza is one of many helpers who were bred and raised to serve higher lifeforms. They are disposable and generally seen as the lowest form of demon. Eliza came out a little... different... to her brothers and sisters in servitude. While they act like mindless drones and follow every command to the letter, she actually managed to keep a stable mind through the intensive training.

She loves going to the surface and helping her masters the best she can but... she is mischievous and a bit of a clutz, which to most is not desirable and she winds up sent right back to hell.

~ Currently Active with ~

@Martyrian - Her new master wishes to pull more and more humans into the shadows, corrupting them for unknown purposes.. She has been summoned to assist in his tasks.

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The president was murdered in a corporate building off the side of ▇▇▇▇▇ this morning. There was limited witness' to the case, Miss ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇
mentioned seeing a short female with dirty blonde hair enter the room he was in before gunshots rang through the building. Despite there being only one entrance and exit to the room, this suspect in question was not seen after that sighting.

~ Bio ~

Name: [Subject 19.9.5.18.18.1] Sierra
Age: 18-25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unknown
Position: Unknown

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 116lbs
Body Shape: Average
Impairments: None
Birthmarks/Scars: Many across the whole body
Tattoos: Barcode at the back of her neck with [Subject 19.9.5.18.18.1] beneath

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Cruel, Masochistic, Sadistic, Cold, Unforgiving.
If they like you: She'll end it quickly...
If they hate you: She'll ensure every fibre of your being burns...
Impairments: God Complex, Megalomaniac, possible ADHD
Habits: Messing with watches/clocks, can't sit still, tapping fingers

~ Background ~

It's unknown if her parents gave her up by choice... but moments after she was born she was taken to the government facility to be raised there. She was given minimal contact with humans from an early age in order to dissociate her from people. She was merely given some educational toys and videos to entertain and teach her. Robotics would feed her at specific points in the days.

When she was able to walk and talk with relative ease she was moved to a large glass cylinder with more advanced toys and a bed. True training was initiated from there onwards. This even included drills of being attacked by one or more assailants. By the time she was 14 she was a living weapon capable of ending human life using anything to hand...

She is used in delicate situations where no one would suspect a sweet girl to force a man to choke on his own blood...

~ Currently Active with ~

None Currently

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He lurks on the edge of the treeline, wondering what was so great about the loud machines and concrete boxes. Never would he envision himself amongst the common men and women, not a chance...

~ Bio ~

Name: Wesley
Age: 22-25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, male lean
Position: Switch

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 178lbs
Body Shape: Well build Mesomorph
Impairments: Due to a birth defect he doesn't have a left eye, the socket is as empty as the skull he wears.
Birthmarks/Scars: Scars litter his body from interactions with animals
Tattoos: None

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Aloof, cautious but curious... An estranged individual who doesn't trust modern life.
If they like you: He'll show you wonders that the blaring city can't offer.
If they hate you: He'll snarl at you and dart away if possible.
Impairments: Heavy Trust Issues, can't speak any human language fluidly.
Habits: Speaking with animals, adapted animalistic behaviours

~ Background ~

Wesley doesn't remember how he ended up out there... all he's ever known is the wilds. He was raised in a broken-down hut by a strange beast... a Wendigo. Why didn't it kill him? Why did it instead bring it somewhere remote and raise it? Who can say... He is convinced he is its kin, even wearing a skull on top of his head at all times.

With time came curiosity, the Wendigo disappeared from the hut when it sensed he longed for more beyond the same dreary clearing. While saddened at its guardian's departure, it allowed him to freely travel around the country. He tried going into one of the concrete jungles but... it didn't end well. He now refuses to leave a large forest sanctuary.

~ Currently Active with ~

None Currently

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"Must we do this? I am busy..." The dark-haired male asked while keeping his eyes on the book in his hands. "Please, I just want to be left with my books. If you won't leave then I will."

~ Bio ~

Name: Peter Morrowell
Age: 23-27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Position: Omega

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Shape: Lean
Impairments: Visually impaired, requires glasses.
Birthmarks/Scars: None
Tattoos: None

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Softly spoken, paranoid, introverted. Prefers talking to books over people
If they like you: Occasionally stutters with certain topics, will openly suggest books and authors to you
If they hate you: Avoids you best they can, ignores you when you try and speak with him, hides behind books.
Impairments: Due to almost always staying indoors, can insist he is allergic to sunlight. He isn't, but he's definitely a bit eccentric.
Habits: Brushing his thumb over his lower lip before turning the page.

~ Background ~

Peter comes from a rich family who disregarded him since before he was born, they had even heavily debated on aborting him due to receiving tests midway through pregnancy that their son would most likely be an Omega. He rarely saw his parents and was always looked after by butlers and nannies. He was neglected and looked down upon by a lot of people early on, even other kids in the neighbourhood would only interact with him to poke fun. He would instead bore all his hours into reading books, the beginning of an obsession that carried him away from the berating and mental abuse.

Due to his parents wanting him to have been born an Alpha, they went with the next best thing... forcing him from an early age to take pills to suppress his hormones and to bathe with expensive scent-masking soaps to give off the illusion of him being an Alpha. Though these methods couldn't adjust his attitude and personality.

His book obsession got to a point where he paid the local library a substantial amount of money to build a small bedroom for him to stay in at his leisure. He practically lives there now, waking up to read then go back to bed. Most don't know of his parents or who he really is, they just consider him as some kind of 'Asexual Alpha'

Though when times of heat come, he hides away in his attic bedroom and takes pills to try and keep down the heat, but after taking them for so long his body had grown near immune to the effects. Instead, he would mask his scent and hide in his wardrobe, curled up in blankets and trying his best to ignore the urges.

~ Currently Active with ~

@KingofKinks - TBD