~•Doubt•~
Empress Of Hell
Looking for a "Call me by your name" roleplay atm :)
Hello! Thank you for taking time to look at this thread, I know it can be taxing when there are so many, so I hope this catches your attention. Take a look, anything is negotiable! The only thing that I relaly prefer not to twist is my characters gender, it can be difficult to convince me otherwise, but be my guest to attempt :p Happy searches!
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About me~
I've been roleplaying for nearly 5 years, off an on on some other sites though none really shape up to this one. I'm relaxed, though when people get to know me I look like I am the most bat shit crazy person. And hey, who am I to say I'm not? My mind is like a maze, and please don't turn to me with a pointed finger if I blunder through something. I try to be as careful as possible, but occasionally I come off as far too strong when suggesting things. Please do not hesitate to message me to talk, as I will not bite anyone's head off, not yet at least. If you have any problems, please pm me as well, I hate one sided rps and of you feel you're doing all of the work that goes into an rp, Tell me! I love feedback, be it negative or positive. See something you like in my writing? Tell me, and I can do it more often, or vary it up a bit more. Alright. Maybe I've babbled enough about myself....
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Preferences?~
Alright. Unfortunately a common trait I've seen among role players in the past is that they play a specific position, or gender. Look, we are all mature adults here, and of you are a female playing a guy, a male playing a female, etc, then that's none of my business. Don't want to tell me what you are? Totally fine with me. I will simply think of you as a genderless dragon. I mean, that's how I would want to be thought of if I swung a different direction. Anywho, most of my kinks would be a rather wide criteria, not really criteria in the fact that my range is wide, and though I do have limits, they are few and far between. Ask me, as I've stated before, I don't usually bite. Back to the point once again, oral is one of my top kinks, though most of my characters are more keen on receiving than giving. If that appears hypocritical, then tell me and I can make them love it. It just doesn't really appeal to me the way it does receiving it. I tend to be over accommodating, at least I try to be, so I hope I can house everyone's fetishes. Impregination is another Ive looked at, and kind of developed a liking to, so perhaps that would be incorporated if possible.
New! F-list:
F-list - Warning
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Ideas~ (Finally, I know)
So, I do a number of different genres of rp. My main favorite is romance, but I am not limited to that. Human x human? I'm good for that. Demon x Angel? I'm down, let's try it. My pairings are usually more specific, but if you would like to mix and match certain characters, that's perfectly fine. I'm droning, so here's a little list I've compiled over my other threads:
Unplotted pairings (*=My preferred character)-
CEO x PA*
Mafia Pairings of any sort
Call me by your name (Oliver x Elio*)
(Asterisks indicate interest level, *= kind of interested, *****= Highly knterested, and inbetween)
My character was found injured and nearly feral in attitude, seemingly a ball of puffed black and white feathers, though anyone could tell what she is. At this point in history, humans had entirely acknowledged the existence of these creatures, so there isn't a risk of her being found out. Breeding programs were being developed to create a sanctuary for the dying species, showcasing a new attempt at protecting them: Crossbreeding with a carefully selected human. Their reasoning for such a ridiculous notion was that the genes of a human, when crossed with said Harpy, would create a far more resilient creature, while keeping the majority of the Harpy's dominant features. Infortunately, no one could deduce how these creatures talked of communicated, much less the inter workings of their social standings and marital bonds. YC, however, had been watching her since she had arrived, and after a while began to bit by bit introduce himself to her. Eventually it becomes clear they are far more intelligent than past thought, though in a different way than his kind. He enters the program, though makes a request for her as his partner. Seeing as no one else could really approach the female, he was given the necessary permission to approach her himself. Would she accept him, or reject him, and would he find out a new world behind the glass bonds, of which he thought he was on the outside of?
The basic outline of Chasing Red is between two primary characters, Caleb Lockheart and Victoria Deior. Lockhart was born into one of the the richest families in America, giving him superstar status from a young age, and all of the women, money and lifestyle you would expect with it. Victoria on the other hand, was much less fortunate. Her father abandoned her mother and herself at 5 years old, reappearing periodically to abuse her mother and occasionally Victoria as well. Due to this, they moved often, their quality of life often just above poverty. Eventually, it reached that level After her mother had to be admitted into a hospital, dying of cancer while Victoria tried to work off the debts for it. When her mother died however, Victoria ended up homeless, trying to put herself through College whole juggling many different jobs. One night,by chance, they end up at the same club, with Caleb atttendign simply for the female clientele, as well as perhaps looking to bring one home. After being continuously annoyed by one of the women there, Victoria, in a slightly drunken state, ends up helping Lockheart by talking as if they were dating. After the fact, though, as Caleb took an instant interest, Victoria (or rather, Red, as nicknamed by Caleb due to her Red bandage dress and sharp makeup) leaves in an obviously bothered mood, rejecting Caleb, perhaps for the first time any woman had. Refusing to allow himself to ,eat it go he exits the bar to see her leaning against th building, and after a whole of attempting to get her to talk she reveals she was homeless, prompting an infatuated though hesitant Caleb to allow her to stay at his penthouse for the night. Could an agreement be reached for a space to live, and can spoiled playboy Caleb keep his obsession secret?
For this, the outlines are far more lenient and fuzzy than others. I'm entirely open to ideas, though much like the Harpy idea, I would like to take it the same way.
Ah, my favorite of any topic. This is one where I have created nearly 20 different outlines. Many are based on watt pad books, so if you are into that kind of story line, then this is perfect. For this, I'm leaning towards a more kidnapped topic. Your character is one of the most prominent mafia men in the world, running nearly 60% of every drug transaction, prostitution deal and assassination ploy. This night, however, it seems as though he was carrying out one of those deeds himself. The annual Morneau ball was well set into motion, nearly midnight and still in full motion. Fufilling her job as a waiter at said event, MC was finishing up just as the eldest Morneau, Jackson, invited her as a guest rather than what she had been hired to do. Things seemed to be going wonderously, the donators of the foundation were drinking freely and giving money as such as well. Everything would seem to come to an abrupt stop, though, as Jackson's father would collapse on the stage, dead from a bullet wound through his chest. A well aimed shot, not the work of any amateur. Instantly MC seemed incredibly dizzy, searching for a way away from the people seemingly operating on a hive mind, struggling to get free of the compromised ball room. Luck was not in her favor, and soon she had stumbled into the very hallway where YC stood, the gun still sitting lazily in his hand, speaking to his associates as of a man had not just bled out in front of nearly a hundred people. The click of her heels seemed to draw his attention, and within seconds, she was fighting against a man, beating at him and clawing at his face, though soon she dropped to the ground, the back of a pistol having been rammed against her head. Will he eventually clean up MC, a loose end, or will something form between the man who always had what he wanted?
I have never actually watched nor read the books. For specific reason, actually. I didn't, to ensure that our universe is unique in dialogue and other things. We will be going off of the basic plot, at least for the beginning. Really craving this, as I love all male characters I play against to have some sort of hint of Christian Grey.
Illea is a country ruled by the Schreaves, the royals, or rather called One's by the numerical social standing system. Ones, as shown, are the royals and nobles upon occasion, one has to have direct lineage to a ruling family, or they become a two. Models, governors, and so on. Threes take the role of the major business owners of the country, ranking from just under a two to small corporations. Fours, smaller business owners, still pulling in a rather large sum of money from their businesses. Fives, now closer to the peasant class. The fives take the role of the employees and entertainers that are not high level. It isn't uncommon for these people progress past a highschool level education, but after that point many return to their families to work and care for elderly parents that are unable to support themselves. Sixes are the second to last class, and are seen as just above dirt. They are often nearly homeless, doing odd jobs such as cleaning the cities and running errands as children. Sevens are the lowest class. People found guilty of infidelity or other crimes are stripped of their rank and thrown into the role of a seven, a person who will not often have work or a steady income. These standings are hated by most under the 4th ranking, as it becomes far harder as the ranks go high in number. America Singer was a five, working to support her family from a young age after her father was crippled by a guard patrolling the city, believing him to be out after the national curfew. She thinks little of the sudden news bursting through the small city she lived in. The chance to be a princess? Preposterous. The mere notion would send many of the poor girls into fits of giggles and blushes about the crown prince. America, on the other hand, found him to be idiotic. Never having listened to his appearances on the broadcasted network, she knew little about him and cared even less. Of course, when her mother's health began failing, the check that went out to all entered woman under the age of 20 seemed appealing. Not to America, but to her economically lost family. One day, on a stroke of despair, she entered. The check looked good, and the chances of her being chosen bad. Nothing seemed to be able to go wrong. That was, until a month later when the names were announced. One woman from each of the 20 provinces. The last name to be called, the reporter tired though fortunately loud winded, seemed to stop the entire home's heart. America singer, 18, of Paloma. Having grown up by the sea and the wind, now to be swept into the life every girl wanted. Of glittering jewels and priceless gowns. A five, with a chance at being a one. Enough to make anyone swoon. America, on the other hand, nearly fainted. He was spoiled, given all the things people worked to deserve simply by birth. She had no intention of winning. Arrive, stay for as long as she could without being chosen, collect the money for her family and leave. But is the Crown Prince as stone cold as she thought...?
Charlotte had never enjoyed spotlight, never having taken a liking to the experience of being watched like an oddly colored insect. Despite her introverted habits, Charlotte loved helping the people of her city, working as hard as she could to do good by them, to do good for them. Her entire life was dedicated to the persuit of her people's happiness, but it seemed her efforts would be used for a different sort of happiness. He was the Alpha, ruler of the werewolves who inhabited the city alongside humans. They were not beasts, far from it. Most often they were influential families, working to keep up their alias, more for the humans sake than their own. He was one of the countries most influential men, paparazzi never far off of his heel. One thing, though, that his many admirers didn't know however, was that he was the heir to the throne of the ruling Lycan pack. With his fathers health failing it seemed that he was stepping more and more into his place, keeping the packs from quite literally ripping each other's throats out. The inter workings of a pack were far more in-depth than a simple packs of canines, they held a bond with the workings of the wokrd, and the magic that courses in their blood. At one point they were problematic outcasts, now living the life that they deserved. They looked up to and respected their leader, as well as his chosen bride: The Luna. She was to be chosen by the moon goddess, legend tells, a woman to continue the goddesses legacy. Unbeknownst to her, Charlotte was destined to be this figure for the Castrovicci pack....But would he accept her? He had never intended to take a bride, far more enjoying his playboy lifestyle than being "weighed down" in his opinion. Rejection between mates was something that most refused to talk about, hating the thought of the pain that came with it. Should one partner resist another's feelings, both would succumb eventually due to the body simply shutting down. Could a human become a famed packs Luna, or will her destined mate refuse to accept her?
Aribella should never have survived the explosion of her parents house. Simply a fluke. Of course, some gain life from flukes such as these. In a way, she lost hers, and was gifted another. A life as an apprentice to one of Frances most prominent crime lords. One might see this as an affectionate and caring way to give a doomed child a home, but alas, that was only how it was shown to the public. A way to distract from the absolute hell the man put others through. Affectionately referred to as Ari in public, a girl that was dotted upon by her father figure, always wearing precious jewels and fine clothing, she was but an instrument of his distraction behind the walls of his estate. Trained in the art of assassination from a young age, she was a living weapon, deathly quiet and intelligent to a fault. She never failed him, for she knew the consequences. Apart from the training, she learned many things from the man who many saw as her father figure. One, was to never accept anything, as everything had a drawback. Scars littered her shoulders and the soft skin of her sides, and she learned quickly what a cruel world she had been stolen into. And yet, the bitter feeling she held in her throat never showed. She worked diligently, obediently. That was the way of her world, you keep your head down, and perhaps you would keep it intact. So, that was what she did for the mission that she was given. Take out a rival of her "father". That should have been the extent of it. And yet, it really never was. Her directions were to enter a ball being thrown for the man, gather information, and exterminate him that night. Yet, he was no fool. He had caught wind of such a mission, and had her captured. What would happen when two enemies clashed in what seemed like such a horrible position?
The Moreau school for the specially gifted is a school for those that do not have the same gifts that one might think of when the words "gifted" comes to mind. They have a different sort of gift, one that might be dubbed a "curse" if the wrong person is spoken to. Fortunately, the school helps such people mater their gifts, so that trader dies that have happened in the distant pass are repeated. The magical students usually come from one of three groups; Werewolves, Vampires or witches. Werewolves are accepted to the school due to their unfortunate need to carry out a murder for their powers to fully come in. They are reckless, and the urge to hunt is unbearable. Much like football cliques form in their schools, the main popular clique are mostly werewolves, led by their "alpha" The next group, Vampires, are accepted due to their likeliness to feed dangerously. At the school, they are taught that this is not the way to be, and once they leave, their urge and need to feed in such a way are curbed. Witches are the last main group. Witches have been responsible for many of the tragedies in the last thousand years, and the Heafmasters daughters happen to be witches themselves. Due to the passionate and easily angered nature of witches, it is seen as of upmost importance that they bring them in before their nature gets the best on them, and they begin to travel the wrong path. (This roleplay can go a number of ways, my character is a Triborn, Wolf, Vampire and witch, a curse given by her mother)
Anastasia lived a relatively normal life, part of the lower middle class with plans to work her way up. While nothing was incredibly easy, she was doing well in her classes, and loved her campus. What could possibly go wrong?
Perhaps the addition of seven men who had the worlds destruction at their fingertips.
•~PRIDE~•
A man who comes from a Family of high standing. With devilish good looks and a confidence that no one could compete with, the blonde haired, blue eyed had everything he could ever want. What could happen when he clashes with someone who sees little reason for prudent in his actions?
•~ENVY~•
Envy was a man who could get away with anything he could ever want, for no one expected it from him. Wavy brown hair and large blue eyes, the striking in a more childish way man only had to see soemthing he vaguely wanted, and his true personality showed through his laid back facade. What could go wrong with a clash between Envy and someone who had never envied a soul?
•~GLUTTONY~•
Raised as an attention demanding diamond of his family, gluttony had whatever he could want and more. Wavy golden hair, bottle green eyes, One of something was never acceptable, and the behavior was certainly reinforced until he had an insatiable hunger for material things within life. What would happen when he is competing for the only thing about he's never been given?
•~LUST~•
Oh, if only they had been more careful with Lust..Perhaps the trail of broken hearted women and men that he left behind would have known. He was insatiable in a way that none of the other six were, a hunger that tore at him and forced him from person to person, craving connection though it could never be in any true way. Gelled black hair, Piercing jewel blue eyes. No one could resist but her..
•~WRATH~•
No one could touch him. Estranged from his family and seeming to have soemthing deep within him that burned, there was soemthing about the man that simply tore others to pieces. Slightly longer hair, he went grey at an early age, with nearly colorless eyes. He was a loner, as ironic as it seemed, someone trusted by no one..What would happen with the one person who could calm the flames?
•~GREED~•
Two words could describe him.
He wanted.
Anything he couldn't have, he wanted more. Amber eyes, wavy black hair, a heartthrob from a young age that, much like Lust, left a line of heartbroken people behind him. Those that he couldn't have, he broke so desperately that no one else could..What happens when he is vying for one that he couldn't break...?
•~SLOTH~•
Sloth had always been the lazy version of Lust, never wishing to work and never having to as people seemed to flock to him. Shoulderlength, pitch black wavy hair and deep chocolate eyes, the foreign man did very little work to get what he wanted. What shall happen when what he truly wants makes him try?
(I apologize for kitchiness of any of our boys here. Every appearance is negotiable except for Lust and Sloth, as that is the way I see them most, thank you!)
Perhaps the addition of seven men who had the worlds destruction at their fingertips.
•~PRIDE~•
A man who comes from a Family of high standing. With devilish good looks and a confidence that no one could compete with, the blonde haired, blue eyed had everything he could ever want. What could happen when he clashes with someone who sees little reason for prudent in his actions?
•~ENVY~•
Envy was a man who could get away with anything he could ever want, for no one expected it from him. Wavy brown hair and large blue eyes, the striking in a more childish way man only had to see soemthing he vaguely wanted, and his true personality showed through his laid back facade. What could go wrong with a clash between Envy and someone who had never envied a soul?
•~GLUTTONY~•
Raised as an attention demanding diamond of his family, gluttony had whatever he could want and more. Wavy golden hair, bottle green eyes, One of something was never acceptable, and the behavior was certainly reinforced until he had an insatiable hunger for material things within life. What would happen when he is competing for the only thing about he's never been given?
•~LUST~•
Oh, if only they had been more careful with Lust..Perhaps the trail of broken hearted women and men that he left behind would have known. He was insatiable in a way that none of the other six were, a hunger that tore at him and forced him from person to person, craving connection though it could never be in any true way. Gelled black hair, Piercing jewel blue eyes. No one could resist but her..
•~WRATH~•
No one could touch him. Estranged from his family and seeming to have soemthing deep within him that burned, there was soemthing about the man that simply tore others to pieces. Slightly longer hair, he went grey at an early age, with nearly colorless eyes. He was a loner, as ironic as it seemed, someone trusted by no one..What would happen with the one person who could calm the flames?
•~GREED~•
Two words could describe him.
He wanted.
Anything he couldn't have, he wanted more. Amber eyes, wavy black hair, a heartthrob from a young age that, much like Lust, left a line of heartbroken people behind him. Those that he couldn't have, he broke so desperately that no one else could..What happens when he is vying for one that he couldn't break...?
•~SLOTH~•
Sloth had always been the lazy version of Lust, never wishing to work and never having to as people seemed to flock to him. Shoulderlength, pitch black wavy hair and deep chocolate eyes, the foreign man did very little work to get what he wanted. What shall happen when what he truly wants makes him try?
(I apologize for kitchiness of any of our boys here. Every appearance is negotiable except for Lust and Sloth, as that is the way I see them most, thank you!)
In the warm waters of the Pearles Ocean, centered around a small, tropical island, lay the grounds of the elusive and rarely seen Mermaid pod. No humans exist upon any lands in this world, and because of it, the Mermaids have flourished, thousands occupying the plentiful ocean. The newest generation, upon reaching their maturation period (the point in their life where the males develop eggs, and the females develop the organs to carry them) was nearly about to take the beginning leg of their journey to the Breeding Grounds. The Breeding Grounds was an expanse of sandy ocean bed, pocketed with little nooks and crannies perfect for the pairs that desired more privacy than the open area of the Breeding Grounds that some pairs chose. Here, they would bed down for sometimes days, quick at first to deposit eggs within the female and have them fertilized, then slow as the male would dote upon the female for a little while, before returning back when they gained their strength back. Genders were not so stiffly assigned in these creatures, and while some strictly male organism are born, there are also males that hold the female reproductive organs, and normal females. No matter the pairing, the male of the couple carried the eggs until depositing them during this time.
(YC would be a strictly male. Mine could be a male-female organed or simply a female)
Unfortunately, some do not meet a mate there that desires to remain permanent mates. Most males of that sort end up simply releasing the unviable eggs and returning days early, no innate shame from the population in it, though it was a personal shame, at most times.
YC is a male that had returned for his sixth time the year before. This run was yet another trip that he felt would simply disappoint him, though he was dragged along as moral support for the few mer people that his family section of the pod had sent forward, as a chaperone. He simply intended to release his clutch, and return alone.
That was, until he saw the reeds below their swimming group rustle, a flash of an iridescent fin. As his own group continued on, he held back, flicking his tail closer.
A pair of vibrant pink eyes, long lashes around them, and soft pink pearlescent scales that drifted down the creatures chest. Another mermaid, captivating in their flowing movements and iridescent fins...
They had gotten lost on the way to the Grounds. They were a new traveler, having reached Maturation just after their pods group left, and had to make their own way, in a rather perilous ocean, that far from home. YC was instantly smitten, just as much as that mer was...And it continued to click as he escorted them to Grounds. It was shyly that they asked him, unsure about the usual process...
And what happens from there?
(YC would be a strictly male. Mine could be a male-female organed or simply a female)
Unfortunately, some do not meet a mate there that desires to remain permanent mates. Most males of that sort end up simply releasing the unviable eggs and returning days early, no innate shame from the population in it, though it was a personal shame, at most times.
YC is a male that had returned for his sixth time the year before. This run was yet another trip that he felt would simply disappoint him, though he was dragged along as moral support for the few mer people that his family section of the pod had sent forward, as a chaperone. He simply intended to release his clutch, and return alone.
That was, until he saw the reeds below their swimming group rustle, a flash of an iridescent fin. As his own group continued on, he held back, flicking his tail closer.
A pair of vibrant pink eyes, long lashes around them, and soft pink pearlescent scales that drifted down the creatures chest. Another mermaid, captivating in their flowing movements and iridescent fins...
They had gotten lost on the way to the Grounds. They were a new traveler, having reached Maturation just after their pods group left, and had to make their own way, in a rather perilous ocean, that far from home. YC was instantly smitten, just as much as that mer was...And it continued to click as he escorted them to Grounds. It was shyly that they asked him, unsure about the usual process...
And what happens from there?
In this universe, Loki was never taken in as a brother to the heir to the Asgardian throne, Thor. Instead, he was taken as a Trophy of war, a prize. While he was not kept locked away, he lived with the understanding that he was a potential weapon, and only that..
Yet, Loki led a different life. He had always had the capability to bear children, the desire within him to hold and care for them.. Yet as soon as the child could subsist off of an alternate source than Loki, they were taken away, by Odin.. Monsters, they were called. Yet Loki never saw them in such a way, he pined for them as any mother would, should they be taken from her...
He knew how to make it impossible for Odin to steal his children away, make them horrible monsters in the eyes of the Asgardians.. And that way, was to have Thor father this child... How could he have known that he wouldn't have to truly trick him, and that Thor would bed him willingly?
He didn't. Not before it happened..
Yet, Loki led a different life. He had always had the capability to bear children, the desire within him to hold and care for them.. Yet as soon as the child could subsist off of an alternate source than Loki, they were taken away, by Odin.. Monsters, they were called. Yet Loki never saw them in such a way, he pined for them as any mother would, should they be taken from her...
He knew how to make it impossible for Odin to steal his children away, make them horrible monsters in the eyes of the Asgardians.. And that way, was to have Thor father this child... How could he have known that he wouldn't have to truly trick him, and that Thor would bed him willingly?
He didn't. Not before it happened..
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