Plot 1: Homeless No More

Ever since I’ve moved to this town it’s been extremely rough making friends, high school wasn’t what they made it out to seem on tv. I spent lunch and most of my days alone at the park but when I met you, a homeless man who was really kind and interesting besides being dirty and smelly I still enjoyed hearing your stories about how time was back when you were my age, I was half your age so hanging out with you didn’t seem right but I didn’t care since I believed our friendship was platonic. One day it started pouring so I was going to run off home when I noticed you had no way of getting out of this rain so I offered to give you a place to stay and shower running the plan by you that I’d sneak you into my room and have you sleep in my closet, little did I know you’d end up wanting us to be more than friends as you decided to make me yours forever in my bedroom.

Plot 2: Janitors Closet

You’re our schools dirty smelly janitor who kids would tease and make fun of, they loved making your life a living hell, we’ll all except me who would stop other kids from messing with you. You loved how protective I was of you, it made you feel loved and wanted, but when you start taking notice in me spending time with my boyfriend you know you have to make me yours as you lure me into your closet with a note and once I’m inside you lock the door as you express your love for me and how you want to start a secret relationship with me, planning to make me yours by breeding me.

Plot 3: Unexpected

When I come over to visit your daughter you were excited to see me as you invited me inside, you were quite handsy like you always were but when you told me your daughter was with her dad I was bummed out as I was going to leave but you insisted on me to help you decide on your makeup since you said you and your husband had a date tonight. I just wanted to be helpful I didn’t expect you to be so touchy and seductive and once your stare grabbed ahold of my gaze I didn’t know what to say or do as you kissed me deeply and whispered against my lips that I was your good girl and that I belonged to you.

Plot 4: Just Another Day In the Hood

I always caught a ride home but today was different since my ride wasn’t at school today. I wasn’t afraid to walk or anything it was my parents who hated this neighborhood and hated the idea of me walking through it. Today I found out why as I heard you cat calling me, it was weird because I was so young and you had to be in your 30s so I didn’t understand why you’d be talking to me, when I noticed you were approaching me I tried to walking into an abandoned house acting as if it was where I lived not wanting you to know where my house was. I waited for a minute but soon you would open the door letting me know you know the house is empty, and that this is your block and your turf, and that I am not your future Queen and you needed to test out your new product as I had no where to run as I saw the hunger in your eyes knowing you were going to screw my brains out.

Plot 5: Our Little Secret

You’ve been my step dad for almost 3 years now, I didn’t have any problems with you, and my mom loved you, but you had this thing where you’d always give me a deep passionate kiss bye whenever I’d leave for school and it was extremely normal up until one night you picked me up after school and decided to take me out to a movie. The theatre was empty and you planned to get into my pants as you tricked me by seducing me and using my hormones against me, planning to make me your stress reliever as you screw me in the empty theatre and whisper to me that this is our little secret.

Plot 6: It’s Your World

I was at the mall with some friends as they had all left and I was planning on doing the same when you, an old loser who was the mall cop and was well known for making peoples life hard at the mall since you were given so much authority and trust by the owner of the mall approached me and wanted a piece of me. I let you know I was a Sophomore in high school thinking that would change your mind when you began touching me and playing with my hair letting me know I can either be your good girl or you can ban me from the mall for life for shoplifting, I agreed to be your good girl as you took me back to your office as you let me know that I need to prove it to you by giving myself to you, and that I was now yours and would always come and pay you a visit when I come to your mall.

Plot 7: You Owe Me

When you started patrolling our peaceful town our lives felt like we were being watched all the time. Today I was just hanging out at the park looking at the sunset when I heard your sirens and squad car pull up. I tried to get up and leave as fast as I could but you called out to me as you stopped me and approached me, letting me know it’s rude to leave without giving a proper thanks to law enforcement for protecting me. I had no clue what you meant when you smiled and let me know whenever you blast your siren you scare away any threat as you picked me up and tell me to be a good girl and to thank you properly as it was obvious you wanted a kiss.

They make their return to Guyun. He is happy how things went overall but he gets back to work. He hears all the news from Jing Yuan and starts preparing Domitius' official contract. He also completes the preparation of the contract with Dawn. In the end, he also starts organizing everything for the school to become active, send people to recruit and so on.

Heya Hotstuff! Welcome to my rules! please made sure to read everything. Thank youu!

*Don't rush me: As I said, I'm very busy. I work three jobs and go to college. This is heavily a hobby for me, so don't expect me to treat it like a job

*No means No: I am ok with taboo stuff, but if I say no to something, DONT PUSH IT, I WILL BLOCK YOU

* Minimal OOC talk: I'm fine with some, but I would rather keep it minimal.

* Don't push for personal info: Please- I don't tell you my life story, I'm just here to RP. I will not give you my discord, I will not give you my socials. I can tell you my age if it's that important to you, but you can rest comfortably knowing I'm above legal age.

*No minors: ..Just... No minors..

*Be Kind!: Don't be a c*cksucker! not that hard! ❤

*Don't force me to top: Just because some of my characters are switches doesn't mean that they will be all dom daddy/mommy for you, I heavily prefer to bottom, its rare situations, but if I want to top, I will let you know or ask you about it.

*Deny means deny: if I don't accept your request, it was for a reason. Don't be pushy.

*If I haven't replied...: Don't be afraid to bump me! please at least wait three days though.

*Ero: I'm fine with having sex and other N*FW plots in our RP, but please understand a few things, just because I am open about a lot of my sexual preferences on my profile, that does not mean that's the only thing I want. I just have delt with a frustratingly large amount of people who don't respect my preference, so I just want to make things clear. A few of my OCs, like Kimmie, are open to having sex or sexual encounters early in the RP, but this DOES NOT mean they are in love! As I said on my profile, romance takes time-

*No controlling my characters: just don't be like.. y'know.. makin' my characters do sh*t. Also if we have a fight scene, don't be constantly dodging and going all god mode UNLESS you check to see if it's ok first-

*BE LITERATE: Please, it's not that hard to reread your message and not use text talk.

*You add, you talk: if you add me and don't talk, I will unfriend you. I will give you two days if you are active or one week if your not active. I'm not here to collect friends.

*Response times: I don't expect fast response times once we start our rp. Though it will change between people. For example, if we are doing shorter responses and you are active often, I will probably bump you in 3-5 days unless you ask me not to. If we are doing a longer length, I will be a lot more gentle with time. I will give you 1-2 weeks. If you aren't going to be active for a while or if your response will take a minute to get to me, please tell me.

~LIMITS~
Scat, watersports, vomit, sexual situations between kids/animals, vore (YES THIS INCLUDES C*CK VORE- PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT EVEN ASK ME ABOUT C*CK VORE. ITS A SOLID *NO*.), incest, ageplay

That's it! If you read this, make sure to heart it, thanks, love~

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« “i love skyrest more than anything. i want it to thrive like it did years ago.”
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Princess Zara Empyrean of Skyrest
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Princess Zara Empyrean Skyrest - Yarrow

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18-21

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Female

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She identifies as Female and uses She/Her pronouns.

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Human

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She is born and raised solely in the Kingdom of Skyrest as heir to throne as the Crowned Queens only daughter.

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5' 0"

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She maintains a fit body type, in slightly better shape than an average one. She has a faint hourglass build.

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She is petite, and will openly admit it. Her size is one of the more memorable things about her.

Zara has bra strap length, dark brown/black hair. It is mostly commonly worn with the top part pulled back and the bottom down to keep it out her face. She keeps loose strands around her face.
She has thin, arched eyebrows of the same color. Her wide eyes are a deep, dark brown, so dark they are often mistaken for black at times. Her skin is a butterscotch color with a faint red undertone. Her skin tone is fairly even other than the darkened color and freckles across her nose and cheeks from her time in the sun.

She has a full set of lips, they’re slightly poked out, enough to be almost mistaken for a pout. Her nose is fitting for her face, thin at the bridge but with a prominent rounded shape.


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« ”i am her daughter after all.” »
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P e r s o n a l i t y a n d C h a r a c t e r



∵≫∥M E N T A L ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨＳ A N D ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳＥＳ


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To bring her kingdom to a better standing, not only in the peoples wellbeing but also politically. The tainted relationships established in the past by previous rulers have left the kingdom in a sore position. She plans to undo it once succeeding her mother.

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She has no religious beliefs or affiliations, as the kingdom has no affiliation to any religions in the region.

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Her greatest fear is unfortunately death. Her grandfather was assassinated on the throne years ago, with little conclusions as to why ever coming to light.
Other phobias are small spaces and heights. She does have a fear of bugs but will deny it completely.

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Rather confident in herself, it is hard for her to admit what she doesn't feel secure in.
However, anyone who knows her well enough knows that she does feel pressure of taking the throne. She wants to get much done at her own idea but her own visions have put pressure on her shoulders. It feels unbearable some days.

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She constantly is reading in bed and will fall asleep with her book next to her. It usually ends up back in her study as her chamber maids have grown adjusted to it.

She will point at people, despite her etiquette classes.

She has a bad habit of zoning out as others speak.

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>Her favorite food is strawberries and will eat them day after day without tire.

>She is concerningly good at stealing. And lying. Being an only child added to that behavior. Mischievous behavior filled her hours when she was younger.

>Staff played with her for the most part. Fencing with the knights between study hours, hide and seek with the maids, and racing with the stable boys were most of her fun if her parents were busy.

>She makes a point in learning the name of all the staff she comes across on the daily.

>Most of her friends are affluent. With no siblings or any kingdoms nearby, she's made friends with her parents advisors' children.

>She has a pet horse, Lady, which she rides requently. As well as a duck named Henry. They share the stables and open area. They do not get along.


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« ”they were never here. they sailed away more often than they sailed home..” »
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B a c k g r o u n d


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She has been schooled by some of the best teachers in the region. Her parents spared no expense when it came to her education. They wanted her to be the most fit for the throne.
They encouraged a full academic schedule as well as activities and lessons. She participated in activities such as horseback, painting, and sewing as well as a few lessons in etiquette.

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She had been raised in a life of privilege. She was blessed to be raised as a royal where things came easy and she was aware. She never worried about a meal or what the next day would bring. She was fortunate in the regard of quality of living.

However, even with ease of everything else, she was missing her parents through a bit of her childhood.
As the King and Queen, they were busy. Of course their advisors did a brunt of the work but they were still unavailable to her most of the time. From traveling to meetings about trade to events like balls in far off countries, they spent a lot of time away while rarely taking their daughter.
When they were home and available to her, life was nothing short of perfect though. They loved her obviously, spending as much time as they could with her when schedules allowed it.

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« “the walls are rather quiet now that im older.” »
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R e l a t i o n s h i p s


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Zara is the only daughter of Queen Calisa Empyrean of Skyrest and Prince Consort Alaric Yarrow of Nialgo.

She is the niece of King Caldrin Yarrow of Nialgo, a kingdom far West and Princess Consort Amarae Yarrow of Disian, a kingdom to the far Southwast.

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« “you are speaking to the next queen. mind your tongue.” »
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P e r s o n a l E x p e r i e n c e s


∵≫∥ＳＥＸＵＡＬ ＯＲＩＥＮＴＡＴＩＯＮ
She feels as if she's bisexual and has felt that way majority of her life. While it is a well kept secret, she feels no shame.

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She has never been attracted to anyone based on their looks. It has always been based on personality and sense of direction. She has always been attracted to confidence and intelligence. She finds that being the main reason for her attraction to people.

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She hasn't had any experiences but not from lack of wanting to. She has to wait until marriage, or until her parents start paying her less attention.

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She hasn't found herself in a long-term relationship and again, not from lack of wanting to. She isn't ready to get married so courting it a back thought.


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« “id rather sleep in the stables..” »
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S t a t s

∵≫∥S T A T I S T I C S
Zara currently has no stats.


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« "i have a few things to do actually. ill stop by their quarters later." »
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O u t f i t s


∵≫∥C A S U A L


∵≫∥F O R M A L


∵≫∥S L E E P W E A R

Name: Charles Miller
Age: 37
Height: 5'7
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: he literally doesn't care
Species: human(?)
Timeline: 1800s
Personality: bat sh*t f***ing crazy, playful, sadistic, harsh, cruel, when criticized, he crumbles easily
Appearance: sharp brown eyes, jaw length dark brown hair with gray strands, white skin with a few freckles, long pointed nails
Job: dentist and doctor
Likes: suffering, his job, sweet foods, comedy, cats, skeletons, taxidermy, performing surgery
Dislikes: “boring” people, bossy people, criticism
Hobbies: dentistry, reading, painting, taxidermy, surgery
Extra facts:
He once worked at a mortuary
Tbh he has killed most of his clients
He has invented a few tools to help remove teeth
Like most 1800’s dentists and doctors, he doesn't use anything to relieve pain, the most he will do will knock you out, but knowing him, it's unlikely he will even do that.
Top or bottom: bottom
Dom or sub: bratty verse
Kinks: sadism, masochism, master/slave, blood play, wax play, temperature play, rope play, hair pulling, knife play, sensory deprivation
Backstory:
Raised in an orphanage, Charles was often pushed to do child labor. At the age of sixteen, he ran away from the orphanage and took solace behind a dental building. The dentist that worked in that building, Henry, found Charles and took him under his wing. The two of them grew close, Henry teaching Charles how to do dental work.
When Charles turned twenty two, him and Henry got into a falling out. Charles never fully forgave Henry and a year after the incident, killed him as revenge and took his place as head dentist.
He later also took on as the town doctor, his prescription most commonly being death
Charles continued his life as typical dating a bit through his life, ending up killing the majority of his girlfriends and boyfriends.

Name: Simon Lee
Age: 26
height:5'5
Pronouns: They/He
Sexuality: Pansexual (in denial)
Species: human
Personality: (initially)Cold, erratic, unstable, blunt (once you get to know him) playful, (still) blunt, calm, touchy
Timeline: modern
Appearance: pale skin covered in tattoos from the neck down. Short black messy hair with pink dye, dark green eyes, piercings all over his ears, belly button piercing, typically wears black clothes or grunge style clothes, prosthetic fangs,
Job: works at his aunt's salon. Works with nail art and does piercings
Likes: quiet, tea, caffeine, flawed people, pain, music, flowers, video games, spiders, dogs, theater, splatterpunk
Dislikes: musical theater, people his age/ younger than him, coffee, sleep
Hobbies: video games (mostly first person shooters), drawing, reading, cooking
Extra facts:
he aspires to be a tattoo artist
He was a theater kid
He still lives with his aunt
His favorite color is yellow
Loves anything horror
Was raised in Russia
His aunt is deaf
Knows English, Russian, and ASL
Top or bottom: bottom
Dom or sub: verse
Kinks: power play, being a brat, choking, biting, knife play, gun play, bondage, masochism, sadism
Backstory:
Being born into a military family, Simon was raised strictly. His father was rarely home and his mother was often bound to her bed or was stuck in the hospital. He mostly raised himself as an only child. At the age of sixteen, his mother passed away due to cancer. His father lost his job after a failed attempt at suicide which left him with permanent brain damage. The two of them moved back to America, Simon's father being put into a residential home and Simon moving in with his Aunt.

Name: Dani Larson
Age: 22
Height: 5'1
Pronouns: he/they
Sexuality: gay
Species: human
Timeline: modern
Personality: energetic, kind, playful, affectionate slightly shy in large crowds
Appearance: tan skin, wavy deep purple hair, grey eyes(one blind), ear piercing, tongue piercing typically has short black nails, always wears black round glasses
Job: unemployed college student, studying history
Likes: French history, gardening, crafting, people, dogs, cats, retro stuff, social commentary
Dislikes: rude people, writing, reading, his eyes, horror, romance movies
Hobbies: content creation, gardening, hiking, film directing, music creation
Extra facts:
He is blind in his left eye
He loves listening to music, his favorite artists are Will Wood and MF DOOM.
He got a scholarship from playing trombone in highschool.
He has a custom built PC he made himself
He has autism
Top or bottom: Bottom
Dom or sub: sub
Kinks: aftercare, praise, degradation, temperature play, being taken care of
Backstory:
Born into a large family, he lived a relatively happy childhood. He was praised from a young age for his good memory and skill with music. He played many instruments though his life but trombone and saxophone where tied for his favorite.
His first boyfriend was when he was seventeen. The two of them had a fairly toxic relationship and the two ended on rather negative terms. (Learn more about this in rp)
After graduating highschool with wonderful grades, he went into college with a major in history. He is hoping to become a history teacher.

Please read before plotting w me!!

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+I don't mind writing horror but I would like to avoid topics of s! violence

+Please tell me your triggers!! I want to keep roleplays comfy and welcoming!!

+Open to canon x oc! but please provide a form with your character's info!!

+Please done pester me to answer I work full time so please wait a day or two before sending reminders!

+ I won't write smvt without a genuine relationship so do not ask.

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~Rules~
1. No sm*t because I am still a a minor and even when I am not a minor just No because a lot of users are minors
2. No mary sue or Gary sue You must have 2 weaknesses at least or I'll get bored also always change things up with me
3. if you are gonna answer slow or not at all one day tell me so I can know and not spam you because I feel I am being ignored and I'll bug you
4. No homophobia and stuff also send me your triggers!
please respect my oc and my feelings as well
Don't hold back when want your oc to do something just do it.
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Fandoms
Mha
Creepypasta
Demon slayer
Steven universe
Owl house
monster high
amphibia
hazbin Hotel

Rachel Valentine's story begins in the dark of the night when she was no more than six years old, sleeping in the room she shared with her brother. The sirens and lights that flickered by the window doing little to rouse the young duo, their restful night cut short by the sharp, horrible screams of their mother just down the hall from them. Hearts hammering in their small chests as they flung themselves out of bed and to the door to hurry out into the hall.

Their mother stood on the flat of the stairs, only her head visible as she stared into the light of the downstairs. Pain and horror etched into her sweat sheened face, her eyes never prying from what she was looking at. Their father peeled out of the bedroom just ahead of them, and in the dim light they could see the dark crimson footprints he left behind. The wet, sticky sounds accompanied by the sickly sweet scent of fresh blood did little to calm their frantic hearts, overwhelmed by it all on what seemed to be a normal night up until this. For a moment Rachel almost felt like she was dead, her blood ran cold and her vision faltered, the hall spinning away from her as she collapsed.

It would be some time before she woke again, all of them in the living room now, blood soaked into the soft white carpet just beyond the front door. A sheet was further off, a smeared pool of sticky crimson leading to it. It looked almost as if someone were hiding under it, like in her brothers games of hide and seek. Looking across the living room now she noticed that their neighbors were with them, gathered together. Some were whole, some missing mothers, fathers, or even the more distraught families missing their children. One of which she knew the parents, but Kloe and Joseph were nowhere to be seen.

Rachel didn't know what was happening, even as they were moved down to the basement. It was not a place her or her brother were allowed to go into, there was a heavy circular door on the floor that their dad didn't want them to be around. Everything seemed to be going so fast, watching the other families go down into the dark as the door was opened, their descent echoing down and back up. Looking to her mother and father she saw them exchanging words, both of them broken voiced and holding back the flood of tears that reddened their eyes and threatened to fall.

Rachel moved over to them and they grew silent, her mother breaking into sobs as their eyes met, her brother soon to follow her to them. In that moment, neither of them would know why they were crying or why they were embracing, but it was something they would never forget.

"Rachel... Tyler... *sob* I'm so sorry... *gasp* I love you.. both of you.. and don't you ever forget... *sniffle* Mommy loves you.." She would say to them with all the pain, love, and sorrow in her heart and soul. She held them tight and let it last for as long as she could. She was shaking, her body burning with pain, Rachel could feel it even when her mother pulled away. Her warm sunny smile was a thin, quivering frown, her lovely sun kissed skined tone reduced to a pale, veiny and clammy state. Her once bright eyes were now sunken and bruised, bloodshot and yellowed. Blood pooling from the back of her calf as she stood up, slowly slipping off her necklace and putting it over Rachel's head with shaky hands.

She pushed them towards the door in the floor. "Follow daddy.. *sniffle* I'll... I'll be right behind you..." She forced a smile and gestured for them to go. "I promise.."

And so they went.. following down after their father as he climbed down, sparing their mother one last kiss. And as Rachel climbed down into the hole, gripping tightly to the bars of the ladder, she looked up to her mother who stood over her, crouched down slightly with a smile.

"Can we climb down together?" Rachel asked, to which her mother shook her head.

"We won't both fit down that hole at the same time. Now go on.. Be my brave little girl. I'll be right behind you..." Her eyes would fill with tears as she spoke, lying through her teeth.

Rachel smiled back at her and began her descent, not just a few steps down she was met with the sound of the hinges groaning overhead. She figured it was her mother closing the door behind her, so she didn't look up. She kept going until she reached the bottom, looking up into the dark of the hole above now.

"I did it mommy!" She yelled loudly, but her voice quickly bounced back up at her, the light of the basement was gone.. Sealed away behind the door. "M-mommy..?" She called, her eyes slowly swelling with tears and as she called again she found her voice to be nothing but the desperate screams for her mother.

Twelve years later...

Rachel fiddled with the cross necklace around her neck, plagued by her memories of that night as she rested her back against the ladder that brought them all down here. They were no longer the rowdy young kids that they once were, none of them really had been since that night. They spent more time in the silent company of each other, sharing little words between them. Most of them dressed in black as they grew up, taking on the attire as being an eternal mourning for those they had lost be them friends, family members, or even acquaintances.

They came up with names for each other, sort of a gag for the whole apocalypse thing. Rachel became Ruck, and when she wasn't around it was Ruck the Ruined. Since that night she seemed to be the one that suffered most. She separated herself from everyone and often spent her nights staring up that long ladder, waiting for what would never come. She would scream and cry, letting out all her anger, beating her fists into the metal till her hands were black and blue.

Two years ago her and Tyler's father died, suffering a heart attack when his grief finally claimed him. He had started romancing one of the widowed mothers, they would console each other and it brought them close, but in the hopeless snares of sorrow his new beloved took her own life and soon after it would become too much for their dad to handle.

Rachel took on carrying his revolver, the gun always strapped to her hip. Tyler would spend his time with the others and soon Rachel felt disconnected from those she was saw as friends and family and became solitary in the dark of the bunker.

Two years later..

With everyone reaching into their twenties and the the supplies and pipelines failing them in being sustainable any longer, the proposal to open the exit door came to light. No one had been beyond the bunker since they arrived and it was a mystery as to what they would find beyond it, but with no other options it was obvious that action had to be taken, and when the time finally came.. they left.

The tunnel exited out into an overgrown river bank beyond the city, the water ran by them and the life looked like a sign of hope.. but it was only their first glance of what lie beyond..

As they breached the top of the bank they were met with the rolling of smoke from the city that still burned after all the years, the field beyond was overgrown, but the mangled bones of corpses long licked clean rose just above the snarling vines and weeds. The air smelled sickly, like rot and tar. Cars littered flat grounds and small plane laid crumpled in its blackened remains in a nearby treeline. With a few spared glances and a couple of silent prayers they set off towards the city to which they would never return.

Two more years later... Present time...

Rachel stared down at the ground, her brothers black bandana tied around her nose and mouth, hood keeping the light of the sun from her eyes. Speckles of blood stained her nearly white hair, her eyes distant and longing before she seems to snap to her senses and slowly stands, not even bothering brushing the dirt and grass from her legs. Behind her was a large tree and around that tree sat five individual graves. The bark on the tree had been stripped away over each of them to make a makeshift headstone with their respected names and nicknames.

The first was Julie Myles (Jackle).

The second was Neil Baker (Nickles).

The third was Tony Jacobson (Terrible Tony).

The fourth was Bridgett Ridings (Blight).

And the fifth was Tyler Valentine.

Brother..

As children the names were jokes, but they stuck to them as a way to squeeze in some tension relief. Tyler was never given a nickname, he was just Tyler. He could never be anyone besides himself. He held everyone together when Rachel shut down, looking down at the fresh mounds of soil she wished she spent what little years they had left together..

Mental Patient - ruled diminished responsibility after murdering her sisters boyfriend. Dual personality, volatile, can flip like a light switch, subject to delusions, insomniac

Mafia Daughter - trying to prove herself to her father that she's as capable as her brothers. More or less gave him no choice in whether she became a hitman type thing. Stubborn, sarcastic type

Mafia Princess - Unassuming type, ditches her security detail regularly, nothing like her family, sheltered mostly, reads a lot, doesn't have many/any friends, tends not to give her last name

College Student - Psychology student with a complicated teenage past, sweet, approachable - possible future version in which she works/is and intern at a mental institute

Vampire - Young vampire, about 5 years turned, entire coven wiped out in a massacre, only survivor. Was once kind, sweet, funny - turned colder, distrusting, hardly smiles. Searching for the one(s) who caused the death of her coven.


*May consider adding a male character or two*

~~Pairings~~

Roommates
Sisters/Step-sisters
Student/Teacher
Neighbors
Rivals
Bully/Bullied

~~Settings~~

Highschool/College
Workplace
Hospital
Concerts
Medieval/Light Fantasy
Cyberpunk
Time Travel

~~Fandoms~~

Cyberpunk2077
Arcane
Game of Thrones



~~Plots~~ ((Roles with a *** by them are the ones I'd prefer to play.))

1. Neighbor Troubles: Muse A and B*** live as neighbors but share a strained relationship. B's constant noise, from music to shouting and banging, irritates A, who repeatedly requests quiet to no avail. However, unknown to A, B harbors a hidden struggle with mental health issues. Will A ever come to understand the challenges B faces? ((Trigger warning. This plot deals with schizophrenia.))

2. Silence is Deafening: Muse A***, who is deaf, endured relentless bullying from Muse B during their high school years. Now, many years later, Muse B seeks to make amends for the harm they caused. Will A find it in their heart to forgive B for their past actions?

((More to come.))

Full Name:Airalyn Bekn
Age:Twenty-six
Race:Human
Gender:Female
Height:165.09 (Imperial Standard Meter)
Homeworld:Bespin


Occupation:Imperial Pilot (Tie Fighter)
Current Residence:ISD ▇▇▇▇▇
Known Languages:Basic, Binary(receptive), Ughanese

notes:Airalyn Bekn was referred to join the Imperial Navy by Commodore ▇▇▇.
many Officers have complimented her skills as a pilot, however some complain as she has modified her TIE to "improve" it. These modifications often make repairs difficult.

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Magnolia Flora
Age: 24
Height: 5ft 8in
Gender: Female
Looks: go to album 'Magnolia Flora'

Abilities: night vision
Weaknesses: fire, not much self control

Class: Druid(of spores)- specializes in plant magic, and can also do necromancy with mushroom spores

Weapons: her staff

Magnolia is a bit short tempered and lacks self control, but she's also quite friendly, she enjoys adventure and exploring, but doesn't especially like being alone, since most people are scared of necromancers, she keeps a skeleton kobold with her so that she doesn't feel lonely

-Basic Information-


Name: Connor Westbrook

Age: 25-30

Personality: emotional, blunt, and loyal


-Appearance-


Height: 5'8

Weight: 160 Ibs

Body Type: Lean

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Dark Brown


-Favorites-


Food: Pizza

Drink: Coffee

Color: White