#independent original character rp

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YOU'VE HEARD OF A PLACE. OR AT LEAST YOU'RE SURE THERE WAS A PLACE. IS A PLACE, MAYBE.

There's a place anywhere, though. But anywhere's still nowhere when you can't belong, and when you can't belong, you just can't be at all. It's not enough to have an address, and a name. It's not enough just to be alive— you've been insinuated to be, so you have no notion in living. To believe that, you have to remember your blood, and since you haven't for a long time now, you're even less than bloodless. You're faultless in forgetting, though. So long as you're not skinless too— don't you know your skin believes in you? Does it take prayer for belief? The skin prayer is this: if you've got scars and scabs, you have to understand it takes awhile for skin to forgive, you have to think of the exudate, consider the congealing skeins of blood, and what it takes to reconcile skin to skin again, because you tore the seams where you shouldn't. After all, this is the only way poor ol' Bartholomew could ever hold his skin and the knife.

If that doesn't redeem you, then you can leave where you aren't supposed to be and be(come) in a place where you never needed to be forgiven. The problem here though, is that every exit is an entrance in this town.

MEMBER SEARCH: Howdy! We are currently searching for five members to join a closed, invite only, Tumblr based OC writing group. The plot is set in a fictional small town in east Texas and primarily has themes of the southern gothic and supernatural with some ongoing elements of crime. This group is 21+ only. Interested or curious? Like this post and we'll IM you or feel free to message us here yourself! Please refer to our pinned post beforehand.

[mr-laveau]

Nik and Aster got some redesigns for the seconf arc of the AMP storyline and I must say I cooked with these. I was especially proud of Asteroth's design for his true form, given the depictions of his demonic inspiration

[smilingmxsk]

Ind. Sel. Priv. Fandomless Horror OC | RP/Ask Blog for Margaret Anne Williams

OC/AU/Canon Friendly | Fluctuating Activity

10+ Years RP Experience

Loved by HikariDana

WARNING!!! DARK THEMES IMMINENT!!!

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[byanyan]

oh but you could rip my heart open, darling, for i have never known love before.

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[leaveuswild]

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[lctibule]

latibuleㅤㅤ(lat-i-bule) ㅤㅤㅤ(n)ㅤa hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

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[blessedbyhecate]

blessedbyhecate

chaos and moon dust

semi-selective. independent. original characters. penned by moss. 26. xe/xem.

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[anaccesscry]

I see your future, Celeste. And there's a lot of blood in it.

Don't be silly, dad... I'd just be an accessory.

Independent Original Horror Character - written by Wray

CELESTE MONTGOMERY : a study in controlled chaos, fragile strength, elegance and intensity, self control, transitioning between two extremes, and self reliance. Minors Do Not Interact.

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[tempvelope]

YOU'VE HEARD OF A PLACE. OR AT LEAST YOU'RE SURE THERE WAS A PLACE. IS A PLACE, MAYBE.

There's a place anywhere, though. But anywhere's still nowhere when you can't belong, and when you can't belong, you just can't be at all. It's not enough to have an address, and a name. It's not enough just to be alive— you've been insinuated to be, so you have no notion in living. To believe that, you have to remember your blood, and since you haven't for a long time now, you're even less than bloodless. You're faultless in forgetting, though. So long as you're not skinless too— don't you know your skin believes in you? Does it take prayer for belief? The skin prayer is this: if you've got scars and scabs, you have to understand it takes awhile for skin to forgive, you have to think of the exudate, consider the congealing skeins of blood, and what it takes to reconcile skin to skin again, because you tore the seams where you shouldn't. After all, this is the only way poor ol' Bartholomew could ever hold his skin and the knife.

If that doesn't redeem you, then you can leave where you aren't supposed to be and be(come) in a place where you never needed to be forgiven. The problem here though, is that every exit is an entrance in this town.

MEMBER SEARCH: Howdy! We are currently searching for five members to join a closed, invite only, Tumblr based OC writing group. The plot is set in a fictional small town in east Texas and primarily has themes of the southern gothic and supernatural with some ongoing elements of crime. This group is 21+ only. Interested or curious? Like this post and we'll IM you or feel free to message us here yourself! Please refer to our pinned post beforehand.

[mr-laveau]

At a House Party with a Chill Jaguar Shifter || [M4A] [fan audio for ‪RedactedAudio‬] [Audio RP]

This is the last Novembreak audio before we get back into NeXus with a good swing at things so I wanted to be more self indulgent and toy with my redactedsona for this one soooo enjoy a lil fan audio!

Also this audio features some mentions for @penncilkid , @cashandprizes & @latenightsleeper

[pleinsdemuses]

Muse: Vaeryn "Tahlvyr" Skorvaris

Name Meaning:

Vaeryn: Derived from ancient tongue, meaning “whisper of winter.”

Tahlvyr (nickname): A compound from the invented language Vynaril (Vynaril = "Language of the Winds"), where Tahl means “blood” and Vyr means “arrow.” Together, Tahlvyr translates to “Blood-Arrow.”

Skorvaris: Her family name, meaning “born of frost”

Appearance

Height: 5’9”

Snow-white hair tied into long braids, streaked with crimson dye in honor of her first kill.

Pale skin, almost blending with the frost, with faint scars adorning her hands and arms—marks of her trade.

Icy blue eyes that seem to pierce through the very soul, a trait among her people believed to grant them the ability to see the spirits of the hunt.

Abilities

Master Archer: Vaeryn’s arrows never miss their mark. She uses enchanted obsidian-tipped arrows capable of piercing even the thickest armor.

Silent Tracker: Her ability to move unnoticed through the snow is legendary, as is her skill in tracking prey.

Beast Affinity: Vaeryn has an almost supernatural connection with the creatures of the tundra, particularly wolves and snow hawks.

Snowshaper Magic (limited): As a descendant of the Tirisven, Vaeryn possesses minor elemental magic that allows her to manipulate snow and ice in subtle ways—creating camouflage, hiding her tracks, or freezing small amounts of water.

Her World

Setting: The frozen, mountainous realm of Vyrhollin, where endless winters blanket the land in snow and survival depends on precision and strength. Vaeryn’s people are known as Aelvara, meaning “Silent Ones,” skilled in tracking, stealth, and archery.

More to come...

The Language of Vynaril:

Skoldeth Vyrhaln = “Winter’s arrow strikes true” (a hunter’s mantra).

Thalaen Vroryn = “Blood upon the snow” (a phrase used to signify vengeance or the hunt’s end).

Aevyn Shorhal = “Silent wind” (a common farewell).

Possible fc: Katheryn Winnick, Freya Allan, Emilia Clark or Emma D'Arcy...

[byanyan]

— a burnt child loves the fire.

#BYANYAN: an ind. priv. sel. original character exploring themes of: not being sure where your trauma ends and your personality begins, emotions that all seem to come out as anger, rebelling through self expression because it's all you have, the comfort found in self destruction, unlearning all the harmful things you grew up being told about yourself, and learning to love yourself and others. written by grey (30, they/them, pst).

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[outself]

DANNY RYDER is a dull-witted slacker but despite his various faults, he is ultimately a good person. most other characters will either tolerate him as a person or will actively try to kill him. ﹒.﹒outself﹒⺌﹒

[ebonyforged]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮.

           Independent urban fantasy Demonic Weapon original character | previously affiliated with established media but recently made independent | private & selective | extremely crossover friendly | modern and historical verses available | minors DNI

                                         carrd ★ meme tag ★ nav

Exploring themes of: rejecting one's upbringing, maintaining rebellion in the face of co-dependence, embracing humanity as a creature of the Underworld, plotting the downfall of your abuser && more

Written by Noony, 24+, she/her, Dutch. Graphic by @riddlethat. Artwork by me.                                                    Medium activity.

                                                       𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷.

[livingecho]

❝ you may mean well , but you bring evil ⅋ destruction all the same . this town is too fragile for your thudding steps ... 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ⸺ even if you were only grabbing us in order to pull us out of the abyss . go in peace . everything's all right here  ... ❞

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 ⸻ private  ⅋  selective  original  character  from  my own webcomic  : cradle of blood  named  VISSARION VON HELLBERT , a vyotous living in a fantasy dystopia , caught in the middle of a rebellion while trying to keep her daughter safe . controlled  by  ansem , 25 , he / him , est .

[glorifiiedgore]

【Ｍｙ　Ｗｈｏｌｅ　Ｅｘｉｓｔｅｎｃｅ　Ｉｓ　Ｆｌａｗｅｄ．　Ｙｏｕ　Ｇｅｔ　Ｍｅ　Ｃｌｏｓｅｒ　Ｔｏ　Ｇｏｄ．】

Independent **Free of any one particular fandom** Original Character                                            Penned by Lynx Luca Azzano . FC: Damiano David . Age: 24 (V. Dependent) . Bisexual Rich Kid. Asshole. Paint me as the Villain. 

A dissertation on Italian romantiscm and deeply erotic behavior as acted on by a very troubled 20-something, male, with mommy issues and a penchant for extreme kink. Sometimes dom, sometimes sub, all the time in internal conflicted crisis with morally grey matter within the brain. Typically unmedicated but enjoyment of other drugs that may be deemed illegal by the authorities. Lost cause, hopeless lover boy, gorgeous depraved prince. Can he be tamed? Or will he be made to suffer? This choose your own adventure ride comes with zero guarantee. So lower your expectations for anything more than a good time and lots of tears.