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| General |

{Name}
Jesse Ives

{Nickname}
Jess, Ive, "zombie", "Frankenstein"

{Species}
Ghoul/Undead

{Age}
Appears about 22

{Height}
5'8"

{Build}
Runner's physique - slender and muscular

{Hair}
White, short and curly

{Eyes}
Silver

{Skin}
Unnaturally pale with a grayish-purplish undertone. Has many stitches running all over his body.


{Sexual Orientation}
Pansexual

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| Introduction |

Jesse has no memory of his life as a human. The only thing he recalls from his earliest memory was waking up in a dark, cold box. Full of fear and terror which transformed into panic. With inhuman strength, unbeating heart and lungs that don't require oxygen, he broke open the lid of his wooden coffin and clawed through all six feet of dirt until he reached the surface. The whole process took about five days, and when he did breach the surface, he merely collapsed and began to cry.

Everything had been so confusing... He didn't know who he was or where he was or what had happened to him. He didn't even know his own name until he read his tombstone. It took him a few weeks to remember how to speak, and yet reading had come naturally and right away. He likes to believe he may have once been a librarian, or lover of literature at the very least. After spending a few hours in a graveyard with little comprehension of the world around him, Jesse stumbled into the unknown. He had attempted to avoid people as much as possible, but while he was hiding in what he thought was an abandoned barn, a young man happened across him. Fortunately, the man was nothing but kind, no short of a human angel. He offered sanctuary to the confused ghoul, even though Jesse still couldn't quite speak at the time. The man thought Jesse seemed like he had escaped abuse or some major head injury and decided to help him to the best of his ability. During their time together, Jesse relearned how to function again. It took months, and eventually the two young men began to even develop romantic interests towards one another. One night, while they were expressing their affections and sharing more private information, Jesse's angel asked him tenderly where he had come from.

Jesse had gone quiet. Then, he said: "I'll show you."

When Jesse brought his savior to the graveyard he had emerged, he was met with disbelief. Even a little mockery. And then it began to click... Why Jesse was so pale... Why he was so cold... Why he never seemed to eat or drink or sleep...

The "angel" turned to terror. He began to back away from Jesse, giving him a look that Jesse had never seen before. He screamed for help and started to run. Jesse didn't understand this... Why his angel was suddenly so afraid and treating him like a monster...
Jesse tried to tell him to be quiet, but with every step he took forward, the human only screamed and cried more. It was around that time that Jesse can recall stepping towards him... Chasing him... Then nothingness. When he awoke again, his hands and face were covered in blood. He later found the corpse of his angel, who was fully in tact in exception to his chest. There was a gaping hole in his ribcage and his heart had been torn out. Jesse dragged him back to the graveyard and put him in the grave that he was supposed to be resting him. He buried him there and never went back. That was when Jesse discovered that his response to emotional distress was uncontrollable cannibalism.

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| Personality |

Jesse has a "devil may care" attitude and seems to be fairly free-spirited. He has a devilishly mischievous and playful personality and likes to tease the people around him. In recent years, he has been a part of multiple gangs. They care not that he's undead with no official identity, and criminal life is just about the only way he can make money and remain outside of society. Plus, they like him because he cannot die. He is often used as an interrogator, in which he enables his incredibly high pain tolerance and sadomasochistic traits to frighten those he is interrogating, often using the threat of being eaten alive as a motivational strategy.
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stalker


| General |

{Name}
Dallas Kiersten

{Nickname}
Dal, Dally

{Age}
Appears to be about 24

{Species}
Vampire

{Height}
5'10"

{Build}
Lean but densely muscular

{Hair}
Black, cheek-length and parted down the middle

{Eyes}
Hooded and almond shaped; honey brown; darkly rimmed

{Style}
Dark formal (mostly black clothing. Favors turtlenecks and boots)

{Sexual Orientation}
Pansexual

• • •

| Introduction |

Dallas doesn't remember his life as a human, but his mother, before she threw him from his old home about two years after he had "turned", had said he was a kind a bright young man. Full of life and adventure. But after he "turned", he tried greatly to keep his identity as a vampire hidden, even from his own mother. But she noticed the change nonetheless. At first it was subtle. Her son seemed... Quieter. Colder, physically and mentally.

"If the eyes are the window to the soul, then his were like looking upon an empty room."

On the day she finally confronted him and threw him into the wilderness from their quaint family farm, she told him that he had "become bloodless. I don't see my son in those eyes anymore..." Those words have followed him throughout the centuries. She never believed her son was a vampire, but that he was instead cursed. He would disappear all day and return at night to complete his chores nocturnally as well as fix her dinner. All of which he did with great discipline, but no words. He took good care of her as much as he could, but when the animals began to "disappear", all of his labor became meaningless in comparison to their newfound lack of resources. Without the chickens they had no eggs... Without the goats, they had no milk... Without the cows, they had no fertilizer... Without the horses, they had no transportation... The vegetables withered and died in dried ground. She became convinced that her son had been bewitched and brought a curse upon their household. With great heartbreak, she eventually drove him away. He left without dispute, but a week or so after her son had left she began to find baskets full of fruit and vegetables at her doorstep, all of which Dallas had stolen and delivered himself.

He hung around the property for a few years, living in an abandoned windmill about ten miles away while he discreetly kept tabs on his mother, stealing food from farms too far away to travel by horseback, and bringing her a new basket every week. The red death claimed her at the age of forty-five, and he let the farm die with her. He left the woods to explore the world on his own.

He was never pulled by the politics of vampires, and remained rogue even after many offerings to join vampire colonies. Other vampires disgusted him, but that wasn't to say he had any sort of moral high ground. With his mother dead, Dallas lost his care for human life. He still respected the value of their lives, just as he does with any animal, and he feels a sense of pity over his victims, but he doesn't deny his instincts either. He feeds when he is hungry, though he tries not to overindulge and leaves his victims alive when he can help it.

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| Relationships |

His only living relative died centuries ago, but he has no idea whatever became of the vampire that turned him. He assumes she is still alive, based on a rumor he heard that all "vampire underlings" feel a sort of supernatural pain when their master expires. But it could just be a myth.

Despite his bloodlessness, Dal is capable of romantic feelings. He has a sort of fascination for human emotion, a curiosity of the soul he no longer possesses. When he finds one he likes he tends to develop stalkerish behaviors towards them. He might even follow them for weeks or months before choosing to approach them. When he does approach, he will attend whatever nightly even he knows the person will be attending, and fakes a more "pleasant" personality in order to gain their trust. He isn't aware of his obsessive behavior, and he is more than capable of murdering anyone who may threaten to get in the way of his new obsession.
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monstrous


" Bet you've never seen a monster like me. "

• • •

| General |

{Name}
Sunnie Lee

{Nickname}
Sun, Lee

{Gender}
Male but he doesn't really care what people perceive him as. He wears what he likes without much regard to whether or not it looks masculine or feminine.

{Age}
23

{Species}
Unknown. A shape-shifter of some sort.

{Height}
5'9"

{Build}
Slender, lean, semi-muscular

{Sexuality}
Homoflexible

• • •

| Introduction |

Sunnie is the quiet sort, a little reserved and cut away from others. He doesn't seem particularly mean or bitter, and is welcoming to strangers and conversation, but seems to prefer humble solitude. And for good reason.

If one were to gather the courage to approach him, they might say he is kind and calm. A gentle soul with a touch of macabre humor and sarcasm. He might even come off as "sleepy". But beneath his calmness is a deeply suppressed rage. He has learned to control his anger over the years and remains mostly in a neutral, borderline depressed sort of state in order to tame his inner beast. As long as he isn't provoked he has full control over it. But if someone were to, say... Threaten someone he likes... That anger would become incendiary. It would create a fiery sensation throughout his body were on fire and the longer he might try to hold it back, the most combustible it may become. That wrath will build and build until it *must* be acted upon by physical means.

But he doesn't punch a tree or start a fight.

Instead...
His mouth, starting at each corner, will "snap" backwards as if his cheeks were made of glass and he'd cracked his smile up into them. This would elongate his mouth, making the incredibly sharp and unnaturally shaped and lengthy back fangs visible. His eyes would roll backwards into his head and would change to a bright, sickly yellow when forward again. His ears would grow into giant, pointed things like goblin ears, and beside them would be black antlers so crooked and misshapen they might more closely resemble tree branches. His body would grow and his skin would change with it. His arms would become long enough to walk on all fours, with horribly long, taloned fingers attached to each hand. His legs would snap and bend into the shape of a satyr's and a lion's tail would sprout from his backside. At full length, he would stand a few inches higher than six feet and his physical strength would be enough to rip a car door clean off the vehicle.

He believes himself to be a descendant of a demon of Wrath.

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| Relationships |

There is much of Sunnie's own past that he doesn't remember. Frankly, he doesn't even know how long he's been alive. It could have been centuries and yet he only recalls the past fifteen years or so. Trying to remember the past is like trying to watch a DVD that is coated with scratches. He gets... Glimpses of things. Slips in between long periods of darkness, like a man who is wandering in and out of spotlight.

He knows he had always been twenty three, and he cannot recall being any younger. He has no memory of family or where he originates from. This once bothered him, but not anymore. He also knows that he tends to "black out" when he transforms while incredibly angry, which he assumes is responsible for his amnesia.

Sunnie has difficulty opening up to people and growing attached to them. Both because he has never learned to trust a human, and because he does not trust himself around them. He knows he has murdered before and, although he is deeply ashamed of it, he knows his "monster" has a taste for human flesh.

Once he does grow attached, however... He will dig his claws in and never let go. He is extremely protective over those he cares about, and if someone has his heart... There is almost nothing he won't do for them. Including murder. He is reluctant to allowing himself to be vulnerable around others, yet he is deeply touch starved and craves affection.

• • •

" You shouldn't stand so close to me... "

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• survival guide •


× For starters, I don't engage with minors. If I see you or your characters are under the age of 18 I will not accept your request. Sorry

× I'm a sucker for horror and all things spooky, so if you're looking for something like that, you've come to the right place.

× I like gore but will understand and respect if you don't.

× Casual/fluffy romance stories are completely fine. Sometimes a more laid back story can be a nice stress relief. But I'll still be writing as a lovable monster.

× I only write as monsters/supernatural creatures such as: vampires, werewolves, demons, ghouls, ghosts, witches, etc.

× I only write as male characters and I prefer BxB pairings, but BxG and BxNB are also fine

× I value detail and can write up to novella length responses. However, I don't have a ton of spare time so I'm hoping to keep things a little more casual for now.

× I am mentally ill, so please keep that in mind. That being said, my OCs are all different pieces of my own mental illness(es) - no I do not have serial killer syndrome or stalkerish tendencies - and each one is a "monster" version of some inner working of them, even if it is not incredibly obvious. Roleplay gives me an outlet for them and allows them to be expressed in a fictional setting. So in short, all of my characters will be mentally ill in one way or another, with varying severity depending on the OC. And it is directly relevant to their species Having them like this allows me to give some of my symptoms a physical embodiment, which is therapeutic to me and mostly why I RP in general.

× I'm incredibly open minded and willing to try just about anything. That being said, I will NOT:
• accept anything involving pedophilia, incest or beastiality
• accept accounts centered around vore or the "giant x tiny" theme. It's nothing personal, just not my thing
• include anything involving scat/urine/fecal matter. Mentions of sweat, blood or any other bodily fluids is fine

That's all for now, I'll add more if I can think of any. Thanks for reading~
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